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Part 2
The Garfield hotel's name belied its appearance. The gray rendered pub stood alone on a big plot when it's close neighbours, 'shellys cut and blow' and the Blockbuster video shop had been bullied out of existence by two branches of Tony & Guy and Netflix. Not only were the shutters down, but the roof and walls got depressed and followed suit. The Garfield now occupied a rubble strewn plot, the left hand half of which the landlord had commandeered and scattered a few barrels around to create what he, in all seriousness, referred to as the beer garden.
Kevin waited by the bar as Nicole pulled the last of the pints transfixed at the way the muscles in her bare left arm flexed as she pulled down on the pump handle. As he gingerly stepped over the threadbare carpet holding the three pints towards the table where his two 'bezzie mates, ' Michael 'cozzie' Cosgrove and Terry 'animal' Orwell sat. Cozzies nickname obviously from his surname and Terry's in a bizarre and rare literary reference to George Orwells Animal Farm..go figure.
Animal picked up his lager, inspected the overly generous head before blowing the froth, a good deal of which landed in Kevin's lap. "Tosser!" Kevin said as he wiped the foam down the leg of his grey jogging bottoms and lifted his pint. "Here's to freedom". Cozzie chimed in " to some soft arsed antique dealing fairy more like". Animal downed half his pint in one go wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his leather jacket "I don't get why the judge set you to working off yer community service for the bloke you robbed?". "It's all this new apologising to the victim s**t" sneered Kevin "still, I'll be working in his shop so if nothing else, I'll have well cased for next time!". Cozzie gestured for Kevin to drain his glass but Kevin put his hand over the top "nah" "what's up wi you? You going soft?" Asked the bemused Cozzie. "I have to be there at 8.30 on the dot" said Kevin. Animal passed his glass to Cozzie "or else what?". "Else they can have inside if i so much as step out a line. That judge told me. Donald f***in Tasker owns my arse for the next 18 weeks and he's got to report to the court every week. I can't put a foot wrong. Really". "Think I'd have asked for prison myself instead of being a bitch to some old fruit" Cozzie said as he walked towards the bar. Kevin slung his jacket over his shoulder and headed towards the door "see ya at the weekend". Animal sneered "run along now Keira. You don't want to be late for your uncle Donald!"
Donald has spent the few days since the trial wondering just how much work he was going to get out of Kevin. The cellar and two spare bedrooms were stacked to the gunnels with house clearance junk and maybe the odd pearl. He could certainly use a willing pair of hands. Donald had also thought long and hard about how he was going to persuade the surly and presumably work shy youth to comply. Donald had certainly had plenty of experience in controlling unruly and unwilling lads. He knew that he would need to take control of the situation from the very first moment and let Kevin know that he was the alpha male, the leader of the pack. There was something else gnawing away at the 59 year old antique dealer. Why had he gone out of his way to persuade Callum to collude with this unconventional and not quite legally correct sentence?
He had talked it over with Callum a few nights previously in Callum's hotel suite. "You want to see the little b*****d punished. That's why!" Callum passed Donald his refilled whiskey tumbler "not a 6 month break in travel lodge cum open prison, but some real" the red faced judge paused and took a swallow of 20 year old malt "correction". Donald winced at the word. Even though his old friend was well aware of his penchant for corporal punishment, hearing his thoughts spoken back to him made him redden at the ears. Once the idea was on the table, as the drinks flowed the pair regressed right back to the nasty scheming younger selves and a plan was hatched whereby poor Kevin Sharp was going to be set up to fail.
Kevin was up in plenty of time to shower and dig out a clean tee shirt and some not quite as clean jeans. He even brushed his hair in a half hearted attempt to smarten up for his first day at the shop. Even with his arrogance, Kevin couldn't shift the fluttering feeling in his stomache at the thought of being confronted by one of his victims. He glanced around the unkempt bed sit which was becoming more unkempt by the day since his girlfriend had moved out the shortly after his last arrest. Her parting words "my mother told me that your family were all losers and now you've proved her f*****g right!" Still smarted. Kevin checked that he had the key in his bomber jacket pocket and pulled the door closed.
The shop was two bus rides away in the leafy and monied old town. The designer bus shelter offered no protection from the elements and the icy November wind carried fine droplets of rain that stung his cheeks. He was glad when the bus arrived and went straight to the back seat to get the comforting slightly diesel smelling warmth from the heater. It was just gone half seven. 'I haven't been up at this time since school' thought Kevin as he rested his forehead against the steamed up window.
Kevin's forehead smacked off the window jolting him awake. A shout came from the cyclist who the bus driver had almost killed as he pulled out from the last stop before the bus station "Arsehole!" Kevin forgot where he was for a moment then he remembered when he got that familiar feeling back in his stomache and as he sat up straight he also realised that he needed to pee. 'Probably nerves' but he made a note to pop into the gents at the station.
The double decker lurched into bus station and pulled into the stand at the far end of the concourse. Kevin watched with the driver as a pale looking girl struggled off the bus with a folded pushchair and an unimpressed looking toddler. As she blocked everyone's exit while she assembled the buggy, Kevin noticed the no 6 bus two stands down which was the bus he needed. He managed to get past the buggy and checked his watch as he walked towards the bus. Just gone five past. Plenty of time. He headed off towards the toilets which were halfway down the concourse next to WH Smith. As he was passing the no 6 started up its engine. Kevin walked up to the open front doors "what time you leaving?" Without looking up from his paper the driver replied "now". Kevin glanced towards the concourse "what times the next one?". This time the driver actually raised his head. Not to look at Kevin, but to check the monitor to see what the school kids upstairs were doing "every 20 minutes". Shit! That would make him late. The driver finally deigned to look at Kevin. "You a bus spotter or are you actually getting on?" Kevin got on and flung his handful of coins into the slot "quay street".
As he got off the bus at the start of quay street, Kevin still had 5 or 6 minutes before he had to be at the shop a couple of hundred yards down the cobbled lane. He wondered if there was a public toilet or a MacDonalds around. It had been dark the last time he was here! He glanced around and saw a collection of boutique style accessory shops. The was a tea room but it was well shut. He felt another twinge. 'What's up with me. It's a shop. It's got a f*****g toilet!'
The blinds were down in both the window and the glass panelled door. Kevin walked down the path between the side of the shop and the stream and found a side door. And knocked.
From the front upper floor window, Donald had seen Kevin get off the bus and had noted his furtive glances up and down the street and had a pretty good idea what he was looking for. He thought about changing his plans for the morning then thought better of it. Best that we stick to what we decided. Still, he could use the lads predicament to reinforce his message and to find out how difficult it was going to be get total compliance from the ex burglar.
"Come in. It's open" Kevin pushed open the door and walked into the shops back room. Part shop area and part workshop and storage. Donald was standing on the bottom step of the staircase that partially divided the shop into two halves. There was a moments silence before Donald spoke "glad to be back lad?". Kevin stuttered "I'm sorry..look mr..I didn't.." "You can call me sir. I think that's appropriate in the circumstances don't you?" A ripple of fear passed through Kevin as memories of school teachers, policemen and borstal staff flashed before him. "I suppose" mumbled Kevin. "You suppose what?" Kevin blinked like a deer in the headlights. Donald's voice softened slightly "you suppose so Sir or yes sir would have been more correct" he walked down to meet Kevin and led him to the old pine table that was stacked with all manner of old books and ornaments and motioned for him to sit.
"Now if this arrangement is going to be entirely to my satisfaction. And you are here to satisfy me that you serve out your term of punishment.." Donald saw Kevin's mouth twitch slightly. "Oh yes it is punishment Kevin. Punishment for damaging my property and for attempting to take from me the objects that I have worked hard to pay for" Donald let the word punishment hang in the air for a moment and was pleased to see Kevin's thighs clamped tightly together. The little thief knew that this was just the start of a lecture. A long lecture that he was just going to have to sit there and take and no matter how badly he longed to relieve his swollen bladder, there was no way he was going to ask if he could use the toilet.
"Don't look so serious! It's not all bad. For instance, we start the day with tea and that can be your first job. There's a kitchen through there. You'll find a teapot and tea bags and everything else you need on the side" |
Part 3
Kevin walked into the kitchen hoping and praying that there would be a door leading off to a toilet. No such luck. The kitchen was a small lean to type with only a door out to the back yard. He gave his crotch a comforting squeeze as he looked around for the tea things and wondered what was holding him back from asking to use the toilet? He's not told me I can't has he? but it was becoming clear to Kevin that he was going to be expected to do as he was told from now on. Besides, he just didn't have the nerve to ask just yet. Not with the mood that Donald was in. Better let him get it all off his chest first. Kevin was sure he could manage to hold on for a bit.
Kevin spotted the electric kettle, took it from the base and popped the lid. Nearly empty. He turned to the sink. A big old Belfast sink with massive old fashioned taps. He turned the cold tap and nothing happened. He kept turning and it was only after two or three revolutions that there was a hammering in the pipes and then at first a spit, closely followed by a ridiculously low pressure dribble of water. Watching the slow trickle of water didn't help Kevin's situation at all. He lifted his head and peered through the grimy window into the untidy back yard which was full of junk. He could make out some cast iron pub tables and an old mangle. Then he saw something that made him involuntarily cross one leg tightly over the other and bend slightly at the waste. An open door to a brick built outhouse and standing there invitingly, a gleaming white porcelain toilet, it's wooden lid open and ready for use.
The proximity of salvation triggered something inside as his bladder squeezed ready to expel the pent up liquid it was tiring of holding. Kevin flung the kettle into its cradle, flipped the switch on and flew to the back door and grabbed the handle. Locked! He fumbled with the knob on the Yale lock and pulled at the door once again, this time causing it to move a few millimetres before stopping abruptly as the thick iron snib of the deadlock connected with the edge of the door frame socket. Double locked! F***k!
Donald heard every movement and could tell the very instant that Kevin had spotted the toilet with the door left carefully ajar. The rattles from the two desperate attempts at opening the back door left no doubt that Kevin was now very desperate indeed. Would. The frantic lad ask? Donald had no intention of refusing to let him go, however, he was creating an atmosphere whereby Kevin would be somewhat awkward, embarrassed or even too scared to mention his need.
Following his failure to get the door open and his unexplainable inability to summon up the courage to ask for the key, Kevin used every ounce of willpower and muscle control to get himself back from frantic to just bursting again. He filled the teapot and put in the tray with the milk and cups and unsteadily carried it through to the table.
As he sat back down, Kevin felt a meagre amount of self control return and somehow managed to zone out as Donald poured out two cups of tea with the teapot held much higher than absolutely necessary.
With steaming cups of tea in front of each of them, Donald continued. "As agreed with the court, you will report here every morning at eight thirty and work in the shop, or wherever else I need you to be, until five thirty in the evening or later if I decide it" Donald waited for response for a moment. With none forthcoming, he continued "I have worked for many years to acquire this building and all of its contents. Many of which you planned to relieve me of during your failed burgulary attempt. Given your record I will reserve the right tocarry out a search of your clothing before you leave if I have cause to believe that you are attempting to steal from me"
Kevin listened in silence. He wanted to do something with his hands. He looked at the tea and lifted it to his lips before a pulse from his bladder reminded him that it wasn't the best idea at this present time. He replaced the cup on the table. How long is this crazy old git going to take. you're angry that I tried to rip you off. I get it. For the love of God, please please get this over with before I piss all over your farmhouse pine!
Donald asked "do you have anything to say?" I need the toilet, need the toilet, need to use the b*****d toilet!!! "No Sir"
"I have a lot of precious items here and some not so, so whenever you are instructed you will treat every object with care. You do not have free reign of the premises and will remain in one area until I instruct you differently. The will be some heavy lifting but you look like you can manage that. I think that it is best that for the time being at least, that you speak only when spoken too unless it is an emergency, and most importantly, never interrupt me when I am dealing with a customer"
Kevin's eyes were starting to grow teary as the full implications of the coming weeks dawned upon him and his need to urinate built up to a white hot need. Cupping himself with both hands underneath the table Kevin looked directly at Donald expectantly. Donald could tell by the squirming that Kevin was seconds away from wetting his pants. He waited for a few more seconds and watched as Kevin kneaded his dick through his jeans. "Yes lad?" Kevin blurted out "can I go to the toilet please Sir!". Donald looked out of the rear window into the yard as if he hadn't heard. In the few short seconds that it took Donald to reply, Kevin's bladder contracted and pushed the hot pee right to the tip of his dick causing the lad to pinch the tip tightly through his denims. "Yes of course" Kevin waited for Donald to find the key or walk towards the door or something, anything, just please get me to toilet now! "Oh right. Keys. Now where did I put the keys?" Donald patted his pockets absent mindedly as Kevin's bladder approached critical mass! Finding the key he ambled to the back door with Kevin, barely able to stand straight hobbled behind "I have to keep everything locked since the.. Oh well, you know why" As he turned the lock and opened the door, Kevin burst past him like a greyhound out of the trap. "My you are in a hurry" said a smiling Donald.
In his haste, Kevin has popped the waist button along with the ones on his fly, causing his jeans to slip down yo just above his knees. He actually let out an audible moan as he felt the exquisite relief as what felt like gallons of liquid tumbled into the old toilet turning the water into a frothing swirling pool of pent up red hot pee |
Part 4
The remainder Kevin's 'orientation day' went relatively smoothly. Donald led the tour of the shop, which behind the timber frame fascia, turned out to be a labyrinth of small rooms on the two floors above, in the cellar and a large workshop at the end of the yard which showed signs of being used for furniture restoration. Donald explained that he often closed the shop on a Monday to catch up on paperwork, ongoing restoration and attending the odd house clearance and sale.
Every one of the store rooms seemed to be stacked to the ceiling with junky looking furniture and packing cases, however, on the top floor in the eaves was a room which, as Donald explained, contained his most precious pieces. When Donald unlocked the door, Kevin saw a large room with one sloping ceiling and a narrow dormer window to the rear of the building. There was a large round walnut? table standing on a threadbare but intricate rug in the centre of the room. On the table were velvet lined cases with glass lids which held many fine looking trinkets such as snuf boxes, enamel cameos and jewellery. I wish I'd managed to get up here that night thought Kevin as he surveyed the large cabinets and cases which lined three of the walls, all of which where crammed with leather bound books, porcelain faced dolls with faded silk dresses and every manner of object that Kevin assumed had great worth to collectors and experts. Despite Donald's mainly stern manner and his constant reminders that Kevin was a thief who would reform or live to regret it, Kevin found himself becoming fascinated by the information Donald was sharing about the many interesting items around the shop.
After a lunch of sandwiches and coffee from the takeaway accross the road, Kevin made a point of asking for the back door to be unlocked so he could use the toilet, even though he hardly needed to go when it came to it. The pair went down to the shed at the end of the garden. The workshop, which was the width of the plot was stacked with chairs, tables, chests and bed frames, most of which looked battered and scratched. Donald pointed to the partially stripped and renovated pieces and explained all of the processes that were required, involving sandpaper, wire wool, white spirit and beeswax, to bring the furniture back to its firmer glory. When Donald announced that they had seen enough for one day and that Kevin could leave, the lad found it hard to tear himself away from the comforting smells of sawdust and beeswax. "Get an early night lad. You have a busy day ahead tomorrow"
As Kevin dozed on the bus ride home he began to think that maybe this enforced work experience wasn't going to be too bad at all. Despite his ignorance of many things in this world and scant regard for morality, Kevin had always had an eye for beautiful things and had often admired the hand turned legs and ivory escutcheons of the tables and dressers as he stripped them of their cash, jewellery and easily fenced electrical items.
Donald's ringtone was by Elgar. Tempted as he was to let the opening bars of 'Nimrod' play out he pressed the glowing green button "hello". "It's Callum. You still at the shop?" "I'm still here yes" "are you alone?" "Yes" "good. I'll be there in 15 minutes"
Donald had cleared the pine table and was uncorking a good bottle of Bordeaux when Callum popped his head around the door "I say. Are those Queen Anne legs? Or is it just the cut of those trousers?". Donald dusted off two late 17th century Viennese water glasses and poured the drinks. That had been Callum's joke EVERY time he had visited the shop since the pair had met up again over a year earlier. "How was our little handyman today? Everything go to plan?" Donald explained how the day had gone and the unplanned desperation episode. "Now we can't have any unplanned bladder incidents, however.." Donald watched as Callum proceeded to rifle through his briefcase and produce a small brown bottle and an egg. Donald raised an eyebrow. Callum looked around "do you have a pestle and mortar?" He asked. "Somewhere"" replied Donald. "Good. Go and get it and bring me young Kev's teacup"
Donald placed the implements in front of Callum who lifted the little bottle and rattled it "Microzyde" Donald shrugged his shoulders "diuretic tablets". Donald pointed to the egg "Mycrozyde omelette?". As Callum ground down two of the tablets to a fine powder he explained "to keep our little friend from feeling too comfortable and to make sure that he will have to ask for the key, I thought we could try these". "I get it, but what's the egg for?" asked Donald. "Well he's hardly likely to swallow a couple of these without suspecting something is he?"
Donald sipped his wine as Callum went on to separate the egg white from the yolk. Discarding the yolk in, as Donald noted, a wicker waste paper basket and poured the white into a saucer, he then proceeded to add small quantities of the white to the powder in the pestle to form a thick paste. He pulled a sable paintbrush from his case "watercolours. I dabble" Donald nodded. Callum then painted a layer of the paste onto the inside of Kevin's cup. "It'll dry solid and white and stay like that until the hot tea hits it and hey presto! A quick cup of tea and then get Kevin working away at some time consuming job while his kidneys go into overdrive and let the little thiefs own bladder punish him for us" Donald looked slightly concerned "have you dine this before?" Callum nodded "who on?" " a particularly arrogant court usher in the crown court" Donald looks shocked "did it work?" Callum smiled at the memory "he put up a very brave fight but yes. Spectacularly!" |
Part 5
Kevin was out of the flat with plenty of time to spare. It was one of those cold autumn mornings but no rain and the slightest chance of some winter sunshine between the cloud. Donald's talk about the antiques and restoration methods had actually stirred an interest within Kevin and it seemed crazy to him but he was actually looking forward to getting to the shop again and starting to repay his debt to society.
Donald stared at the tea tray and traced his finger around the rim of Kevin's blue and white china teacup. He picked it up and peered into it quite amazed that there was nothing to see apart from a slight yellowing around the base. He felt a shiver of excitement as he went to place it back on the tray but at the last second he reached up to the pine cupboard and found an identical cup to replace it and carefully hid the original at the back of the cupboard.
Over their large pot of tea, Donald explained the plans for the day. "Now lad, you know the plate wall in the front shop?" Kevin nodded. He remembered noticing what looked like hundreds of decorative plates and platters hanging on the wall opposite the till area during the previous days tour. "They've been due a clean for a good few months and your just the lad to tackle the job" Donald grinned as he refilled Kevin's cup for the second time and went on to explain that many of the plates were delicate and required careful handling. He went on to tell Kevin that the wire plate hangers were awful things that could chip the edges or mark the glaze but it was the only practical way to display the things in the shop. "If you get a bucket of warm water with a small amount of detergent and another with clean, wipe them gently with a sponge, rinse and then dry with a cloth. Best to do it one at a time. There are some tall steps in the workshop. I've unlocked the back so you fetch those in and I'll open the shop"
Kevin placed the tea tray next to the sink and went out into the yard. He shuddered as he saw the closed lavatory door remembering the previous days close shave, mentally noted the present status of his bladder which felt almost empty but maybe he should take a precautionary pee. He pushed the door but felt it firmly locked. Then he remembered Donald's obsession with locking doors since his own failed robbery attempt. Since he didn't feel the need in the slightest, Kevin carried on down to the big shed and found the tall stepladder behind the door. He would get set up first and ask Donald to unlock the toilet before securing the yard again.
Kevin gingerly manhandled the steps through the back shop into the tastefully cluttered front. The furniture that had lined the bottom of the plate wall had been pulled forward to make a corridor for him to work in. He carefully set up at the end by the window and went through to the kitchen to find the buckets and cloths an noted that the yard door had been closed and locked presumably by Donald although he hadn't noticed him pass by at all. He thought about finding Donald and getting the doors unlocked but dismissed the idea as he didn't want to cause any fuss, especially as he didn't want a pee anyhow!
When he carried the buckets back through, the shop door was wide open and there was even a customer standing by the counter chatting with Donald who looked up. "Put those down lad and come here" Kevin placed the buckets at the bottom of the steps and walked towards Donald and a well dressed older woman. "Say hello to Mrs Brookes" Kevin smiled "hi. I'm Kevin". The woman studied Kevin but said nothing. Donald continued "this lady is one of my regular and I should say best customers so you must make sure that she always gets what she wants". "Pleased to meet you Mrs Brookes". After an awkward moment where no one said anything, Kevin smiled again, picked up his buckets and wove his way between the various items of furniture on display.
Donald and Mrs Brookes continued chatting but both looked on as Kevin climbed the 6' steps and found that he had to stand on the top platform of the a frame to reach the top row of plates. They saw as Kevin's tee shirt ride up as he reached for the first plate, revealing the pale skin of his back which looked like rich cream against the bleached white wasteband of his Paul Smith boxers. Kevin carefully carried the plate down and it wasn't until he dipped it in the bucket and looked towards the pair that the couple realised that they had been staring.
Kevin worked away on the plates, taking real care with each of the richly decorated pieces. After an hour or so and a dozen plates the water was looking decidedly murky so Kevin hauled the buckets through the shop and poured them down the sink. Donald meanwhile had been keeping a close eye on his charge and paying particular attention when Kevin was standing with his hands in the soapy water. After years of keen observation, Donald considered himself somewhat of an expert on body language, especially those almost imperceptible changes in a persons stance when their subconscious registers the first signs of a filling bladder. For the last three or four trips up and down the ladder Donald had noticed that Kevin had started tapping both of his feet and swaying very gently each time his hands were in the water. He had to pee but judging by Kevin's otherwise serene appearance this fact had not registered in the forefront of the lads mind. Donald knew that he soon would and he would have to move quickly to monopolise on this developing situation.
As Kevin watched the hot water thunder into the bottom of the bucket it registered strongly that it was time to pee. As Kevin rounded the corner into the shop he almost ran into Donald causing him to stop suddenly, the water in one of the buckets slopped over the edge and splatter on the worn rug at his feet. "Watch what you are doing lad!" Said Donald as they both watched the small pool of water seep into the pile, leaving a small mound of bubbles. "Now listen. I have to pop out for a short while. I am sure that people will call me stupid but I am leaving you here to look after the place. Kevin was taken aback. Would he have to speak to customers? Sell things? Before he could respond Donald spoke again "now I don't need to explain the consequences if you betray the trust I am placing in you do I lad?" Kevin was still processing the information he was getting when Donald started heading towards the door "do your best to help customers. Everything is priced but they will need the correct money as I have of course locked the till". Kevin watched as Donald opened the door and realised that his chance of a pee break was about to leave. "Er..Sir?" Donald stopped and turned. He looked at his new assistant standing with container of hot liquid in each hand and another just beneath the wasteband of his jeans. "Yes?" Kevin's arms ached from the weight of the water "could you leave me the keys please?". Donald feigned a shocked expression and then laughed loudly "of course lad. I'll give you my wallet for safe keeping as well if you like" Kevin realised that his request was ridiculous and rephrased "no Sir I just meant the keys to the yard" "I don't want the shop left unattended. Anything you need to do outside can wait until I get back" as Donald was speaking he had to move aside as the woman from earlier entered. "Oh I was just leaving. Is there anything I can..." Laura Brookes just waved her hand "I'm fine. Just remembered my aunts birthday in a few days. She collects plates and I thought as they were all getting a polish..." Laura and Donald laughed. Donald looked at Kevin "well if you see anything you like I'm sure that Kevin here can help you" Kevin realised that the whole 'can I have the keys to the toilet' conversation had passed. As Donald left, he walked back over to the steps and dumped the buckets on the tool chest. Kevin looked over to the woman who stood with her arms folded surveying the wall of plates. He realised that he had crossed one leg over the other and corrected his stance. Laura looked at Kevin and smiled "don't let me keep you from your work Kevin. I'm just browsing" Kevin smiled weakly. He was trapped here with this woman, a rapidly filling bladder and a locked toilet! He climbed the ladders unsteadily and grabbed another plate.
Laura had spent the last hour nursing a skinny latte trying to think of a plausible excuse to revisit the shop and wondering what it was about the boy in the shop that had captivated her. The lad was rough for sure. Maybe it was the brief glimpses of his smooth back and flat stomach or the way his jeans showed off his bubble ass but something had peaked her interest and she was determined to get another look.
Laura watched as Kevin washed the oval platter in the soapy water. The boy looked nervous. 'It must be me' she thought, 'he's noticed me looking at him' and made an effort to divert her gaze and watch from the corner of her eye. Then as he finished drying the plate, she saw something that made her realise what was causing Kevin's nervousness. He glanced over to make sure that Laura wasn't watching and as he placed the cloth on the bench he turned and with his free hand gave his crotch a good hard squeeze. The need to pee was growing fast and the fact he was on display didn't help. As Kevin mounted the ladder he felt his bladder give a little rippling spasm which caused him to stop and squeeze his legs together. With Kevin facing away from her, Laura was able to turn and admire the way the Levi's hugged his thighs and as she saw them tense and squeeze she felt a similar tingle. |
An Enduring Rivalry Part 1:A Most Unusual Contest
Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing
(Note: This story runs parallel to another story which focused on underaged male desperation. It is not required reading for this one, however.)
The life of a Jewel of Mor Ardain was a tough and busy one. As the emperor’s personal bodyguards, they were trusted with carrying out the most crucial of tasks, with nary a moment for rest. Brighid had never been daunted by the enormity of her duty. No matter what the hardship, she would gladly endure it for the better of her Driver and empire.
That did not mean she would enjoy said hardships, however. Her current mission was to assist Prince Addam of Torna in his preparations for an eventual battle against Malos, the Aegis threatening to destroy all of Alrest. His Majesty, Emperor Hugo, was unfortunately occupied with matters on another titan, so she could not be at his side as she would prefer. So here she was at the Aletta region of Torna, with the rest of the militia camping on the grounds of Addam’s villa, more or less on her own. It wasn’t what she had in mind in terms of serving Mor Ardain, but she knew the only thing to do was get through it.
But before she could help anyone, she needed to perform a certain morning ritual first.
Stepping into a tall but narrow tent, Brighid looked down at the lone black pot in the center. It looked freshly cleaned and unused since last night, without any scent of waste in the air. With Addam’s manor full to the brim with sick, injured, and civilians, the bathrooms within were inaccessible, so this was as good as she could hope for at this moment.
Taking one last glance behind her to make sure the tent flap was closed, she stepped over the pot. Brighid then reached under the skin-colored covering at her groin and pulled down a pair of royal blue undergarments as she squatted down, careful to only hover over the lip.
A small moment went by as Brighid got comfortable enough to let go. A light, pale trickle fell into the pot, first as scattered drops, then growing into a respectable stream. The sound of water lightly hitting metal reached Brighid’s ears, and she sighed as she made peace with what she was doing. She could never guess what the day would bring, but at least she had this small moment of respite.
Until she heard a tent flap fly open, that is.
Brighid perked up, fearful for a moment that it was her tent that was being barged into. She quickly realized it was not hers, but the tent next to her, made for a similar purpose. The sound was followed with a soft shuffling of clothes, and Brighid knew what would come next, so she tried to shift her focus elsewhere.
There was no escaping the next noise, however: A powerful splatter, like a small waterfall crashing into metal, combined with a hiss like a water faucet turned on full blast.
Stuck as she was until her business concluded, Brighid could only shake her head. She knew that people sometimes couldn’t help how their bodies relieved themselves, but she still had to wonder who was capable of a stream like that.
She got her answer in the form of a long moan, one that conveyed both the woman’s relief and her irritation at having to do so in the first place. It could have only belonged to one person she knew, though she wasn’t thrilled to have their acquaintance.
Fortunately for Brighid, she felt her stream petering to a stop, with just a little wetness remaining. She placed her hand over that region and channeled a small blue flame, evaporating the drips within seconds while leaving her body unharmed. Now she could leave before having to hear anymore of that nonsense.
But as she stepped out of the tent and into the morning sunlight, Brighid had another thought. To be so immodest with such a personal matter as urination was not something she could just let go, especially not with an Aegis. No, that woman deserved to be called out for her crassness.
Waiting with crossed arms, Brighid stood outside the tent until the hissing and moaning came to a stop. A minute later, the tent opened, and out stepped Mythra, stretching her arms and neck with a smile.
She certainly looks pleased with herself, thought Brighid.
Eventually, Mythra opened her eyes and noticed the person who would be staring daggers at her if not for their closed eyes. “Uh, what’s your deal? Haven’t had your morning tea yet?” she asked.
“I assure you, it is not my morning rituals I am upset with, but yours,” said Brighid, “Simply put, I am appalled by your lack of discretion with your restroom etiquette.”
“My what, now?” Mythra raised an eyebrow at first, but then both eyes shot open as it dawned on her. “Wait, were you listening to me just now? That’s super creepy!”
“How could I not? I’d be surprised if you didn’t wake the entire camp with that performance.” Brighid shook her head. “I can only hope your battle style does not extend to your urination.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mythra, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow.
Brighid spoke unflinchingly. “Wild and chaotic, unleashing your golden might everywhere without any thought for what you leave behind for others.”
Mythra’s eyes shot up again, and her cheeks gained a hint of red. “E-Excuse me!?” She stammered.
As expected, I have the high ground in this exchange. “Did I stutter?” asked Brighid.
But rather than back down, Mythra collected herself and stared Brighid in the eyelids. “Okay, if you’re gonna be on your high horse, at least make it about something you’re not guilty of as well.”
Brighid cocked an eyebrow, the only crack in her visage. “Oh? What are you implying?”
“Don’t play coy.” Mythra gained a grin like she had already won the fight. “I’ve heard you handle your business late at night, when you think you’re alone. You let out this sigh like you’ve just stepped into a hot bath, and FYI, you’re just as noisy down there.”
“I… what?” Brighid raised a hand to her face out of shock. Someone actually heard one of her late night excursions? She was not prepared to be put on the defensive in this discussion. She needed to regain her momentum. “Even if that’s true, I at least have the courtesy to try and restrain such noises when I must use the public facilities.”
“Maybe, but if you were bursting to go, I bet you’d be just as vocal about it.” Mythra raised a finger. “And speaking of, I’d start watching how much you drink if I were you.”
“And why would I do that?”
There was that annoying smirk again. “Because I’ve also seen how you are just before we stop for a breather. That tenseness in your face, the little shift in your leg; you try and hide it, but you may as well be doing a full potty dance, honestly.”
Another unanticipated riposte. Brighid was quickly learning that Mythra was powerful with her words, if not tactful. “Better that I try to keep myself composed than to loudly complain about it like a certain Blade I know. With how vocal you’ve been, I have to wonder if your bladder is as childish as your attitude.”
“Bigger than yours, at least.” Mythra pouted for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. “Actually, I have an idea.”
“That would be a first for you,” said Brighid. A childish remark, admittedly, but she needed to mask her growing apprehension somehow.
“You think you’re better at keeping it in than me? Then what do you say to a little contest?” asked Mythra.
“A contest? What do you mean?”
“Easy. First one to pee loses.”
A raised eyebrow was the only visual cue that gave away Brighid’s shock. “You can’t be serious. Why in Alrest would I ever agree to a ridiculous wager like that?”
“If you’re so dead-set on proving how much better you are than me, then here’s your chance. Architect knows you can’t prove it in our spars,” said Mythra with a particularly smug face.
“I believe I have demonstrated that I’m more than a match for you.”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to believe...” Mythra crossed her arms. “But how about this? If you win and I end up peeing first, I’ll start taking your nagging more seriously.”
As sound as that proposal was, Brighid knew there had to be a catch of some kind. “And if I’m the one who urinates first?”
“Then you have to get off my case about… everything, pretty much. Now, do you accept, or are you just all talk like usual?”
Brighid’s first instinct was to decline this wager without a second thought. She was a Jewel of Mor Ardain, how could she even think of participating in such a crass contest? On the other hand, looking at Mythra continuing to act superior gave her cause to think otherwise. Much as she was loathe to admit, the Aegis had a way of getting under Brighid’s skin like no one else. Introducing her to a little humility might help show her the error of her ways. If nothing else, it would help make their mission to defeat Malos a good deal more tolerable.
“Very well, I accept your wager,” she declared, “For my and Mor Ardain’s pride, I will prove my endurance is greater than yours.”
Mythra widened her eyes. “Really, now? Gotta admit, I thought you’d be too much of a prude to accept.”
“However…” Brighid raised a finger. “I expect an honest competition. Don’t even think about cheating. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you today.”
“Likewise,” said Mythra, leaning forward. “But I won’t need to cheat for this. You’ll have soaked your panties long before I need to tinkle.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Brighid leaned forward, furrowing her brow.
Time seemed to slow as the ladies stared daggers into each other’s eyes, both full of determination to put the other in their place. Even this turned into a contest of sorts, with neither girl wanting to turn away first, as if this would determine who would ultimately prevail.
But then they both gasped as they realized something: with them both leaning in, a certain part of their torso’s were only a hair’s breadth from touching.
At once, Brighid and Mythra turned around, crossing their arms over their chests. Brighid felt an unwanted warmth coming over her cheeks, and she imagined Mythra was likely the same way.
“W-Well, I’m going to get breakfast,” said Mythra, her voice lacking its usual haughtiness.
“And I will... freshen up for the day,” said Brighid. “I would choose your drink carefully, if I were you.”
“Right back at you.”
With that, the ladies stepped away from the latrines in opposite directions. As she rounded the corner, the reality of what Brighid had just agreed to sank in. A contest about which lady could hold their urine longer? She could never have imagined taking on such a wager, least of all with a fabled Aegis. Hugo and Aegaeon would certainly frown on her spur-of-the-moment decision.
Still, she was not about to turn around and call it off. The gauntlet had been thrown down; backing out now would wound not just her pride, but all of her empire’s as well. Glancing forward with a fist raised in determination, Brighid swore to herself that she would prevail on her honor as Jewel of Mor Ardain.
Was there any reason for her to be happy today? Mythra mulled this question over in her head as the day had dragged on, but couldn’t find a single answer. It was like the world was conspiring against her or something, from Milton being a particularly obnoxious brat to the sheer tedium that was the party’s main task today. Rooting around in the weeds of the Aletta region’s fields to find food was possibly the most mind-numbingly dull thing she had done since being awoken by Addam three years ago. Sure, it was occasionally broken up with hunting a beast for its meat, but the brain-dead monsters in the area would go down without a fight.
Worst of all, there was little to distract her from how much she needed to pee right now.
Mythra’s frown tightened as she kept walking with the rest of the group. At this point, she was starting to wonder if her wager with Brighid was a good idea. It definitely seemed like one at first; a chance to shut Brighid up for once, maybe even teach her some humility. It’s hard to be on a high horse when you’re dancing in place with your hands on your groin. Seeing the high and mighty Blade like that would make this whole trip to Torna absolutely worth it.
She definitely wasn’t thinking about how much of a pain it would be to hold it in herself. The morning hours had long passed, and her bladder had plenty of time to fill back up. An uncomfortable pressure steadily growing inside her was the last thing she needed today, but here she was, keeping her walk as steady as she could and her mouth shut as much as possible. She wasn’t about to give Brighid the satisfaction of seeing her in any sort of distress.
Speaking of, she had better check on her opponent. Mythra looked around the group for the blue Blade. There was Lora and Haze chatting with each other, Addam leading the march, Jin looking stoic as always, and Mikhail and Milton, the two kids tagging along behind everyone else. She found Brighid walking ahead of her, a little distant from the group, and mustered her laser focus, inspecting her every movement as she moved without a clue. Her hips swayed with the same fussy elegance as usual, but the slight squirming and twitching, telltale signs of hidden desperation, were absent. Either Brighid’s bladder was far stronger than she had previously let on, or she had discreetly peed somewhere when Mythra wasn’t paying attention. Considering how closely she had kept an eye on her for most of the morning, that was highly unlikely. Ooh, but if she did…
Mythra shook her head. Even in the middle of nowhere, she had better things to do than stare at a Blade’s behind all day. If she wanted to get back to the camp and put her feet up for awhile, she needed to keep an eye out for whatever weeds they considered food out here. That way, she could at least hold herself with some form of leisure.
“Wait, look over there!”
Lora’s voice brought the group to a stop, everyone turning to where she pointed. Just a ways off were a set of the ugliest birdlike creatures Mythra had ever seen, all of them trying to pull a set of large, rectangular boxes along the ground.
“Are those tirkin?” asked Haze.
Brighid put a hand to her chin. “It would seem so, but what could they be pulling?”
Prince Addam squinted a bit, his confident smile turning into a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the camp!”
“Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora.
Ugh, more fighting, thought Mythra as she saw Lora winding her braid around her fists. If only this had happened a couple hours ago when she wasn’t weighed down by so much urine, then she could’ve had some fun with these vultures. For now, she would just have to take the easier, boring approach.
“Want me to call a beam down on them?” she asked, already channeling ether into her circlet, giving it a green glow. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.”
“And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” came Brighid’s buzzkill of a reply. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the militia, not less.”
Spoilsport. “Just a suggestion,” said Mythra as the glow died down. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy.
“We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, stepping forward and pulling out his nodachi.
“Agreed,” came Addam, who also unsheathed his sword. He looked behind to Mikhail and Milton and said, “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.”
“Y-Yes sir, Mister Addam, sir!” said Milton in a voice different from his usual plucky self.
What’s his deal? Ugh, nevermind. Mythra let her pout show as they all charged at the tirkins, ready for battle. Luckily for them, the monsters were so busy bickering at each other that they failed to notice the team bearing done on them until it was too late. Sure, they had weapons and angry tempers, but that would do little against a team of trained and powerful warriors.
But their chances of victory were not Mythra’s real concern. The moment she pulled her sword out, her bladder sent off another unpleasant signal, as if to protest against the many motions sure to follow. She grit her teeth and held her blade tighter than before to try and stay focused. If she had to fight on a full bladder, at least she would have something to take her frustration out on.
As expected, the battle was over almost as quickly as it started. All it took was a couple of their friends to get cut down before the rest of the tirkins shrieked and turned tail, fleeing without any of the supplies. If not for all the pee stifling her speed, Mythra would’ve considered giving chase and making sure they couldn’t pull this stunt again. Instead, she sighed and put her sword away. With that distraction dealt with, maybe they could get back to whatever else needed doing.
“Reeee!”
“Aah, run!”
Everybody looked with wide eyes in the direction of the voices. “Boys!?” Addam cried out.
Crap, did those birds find them? thought Mythra.
“Jin! Haze!” shouted Lora, wasting no time in rushing towards a small rock wall nearby with her Blades right behind her.
“Mythra, Brighid!” said Addam.
“On it!” Mythra didn’t need to hear the rest. She ran off at full speed, with Addam and Brighid following right behind her. Those kids might be annoying brats, but if those monsters laid a single talon on them…
She didn’t even need to worry. By the time she rounded the corner, the tirkin were already beating a quick retreat, with Jin standing guard while Lora and Haze turned to the boys. It was enough to make Mythra loosen the grip on her weapon, though the frown remained.
“Are you alright?” Lora asked as Haze kneeled down.
“Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail.
You say that, but… thought Mythra as she looked at the slight squirm in his body, something that was also present in Milton.
“I’m glad to hear that.” Addam stepped forward and crossed his arms. “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 started without any of the rambunctious confidence Mythra had grown to dislike. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-”
“We gotta pee!”
In that moment, the pressure in Mythra’s bladder seemed to double. She had to stop herself from sending a hand to her groin as both Mikhail and Milton went into potty dances themselves, instead tightening the muscles all around her groin as the sympathy pangs grew sharper. She didn’t even listen to Milton’s stammering explanation of why they didn’t pee earlier, probably some dumb boy thing that she didn’t need to hear about right now.
“Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up and turned around to the rest. “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!”
Don’t even have to ask, thought Mythra, already marching off at a quick pace. She was one of the first to round the corner of the wall, hoping to be spared from the sound of nature in progress. She’d have to give the boys a peace of her mind the next chance she got.
But right now, she needed something to distract herself from all the thoughts of peeing. Looking around, her gaze fell back on Brighid, and that’s when she finally noticed it. That slight bounce to the leg, and the faint nibble of her lip. She had been careful to hide it so far, but it seemed that seeing the boys in a similar distress was enough to make a crack in her facade.
A smirk formed on Mythra’s face. She had a plan.
“Doing alright there?” she asked as she walked up to Brighid.
At once, Brighid perked up and turned to her. “Nothing that a good book and hot bath cannot fix.”
Mythra couldn’t hide her grin even if she wanted to. “You sure about that? You’re looking a little tense there, like there’s something you really need to let out.”
“Did I not say something about expecting a fair match between us?” said Brighid, crossing her arms.
“Hey, I’ve been keeping my end of the deal. Not a single drop, see?” Without a bit of shame, Mythra lifted the front of her dress the few centimeters needed to make her pristine white panties visible. Brighid’s nose wrinkled a bit at the sight, but Mythra had to keep the pressure on. “And I get the feeling I don’t have to check with you.”
“That was unnecessary,” Brighid flatly responded.
“What, you can’t even stand the sight of another girl’s underwear?” said Mythra, putting her dress back down.
“I meant that I did not need to see them to know of your growing plight. I already deduced that beforehand.”
“Really now?” said Mythra, “But I haven’t made a peep about it, something you were getting onto me about, remember?”
To this, Brighid put a hand near her face, and Mythra felt a slight sense of apprehension as the blue Blade spoke. “Yet your body has done all the speaking for you. I had kept an eye on you during that last battle. Your swings were sloppier than usual, and your movement was rushed, as if you just wanted that fight over with as soon as possible. I fully understand now why you wanted to call that beam down and avoid the fight altogether.”
“O-Oh yeah?” Mythra put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like wasting my time on those eyesores of monsters. You ever think of that?”
“Considering how much you revel in proving your might, I find that rather doubtful.”
Mythra grit her teeth, the only sign of her growing anger. She wanted nothing more than to chew out this glorified walking candle of a woman, but there was a part of her that wasn’t on board with that. For all she knew, she would be playing right into Brighid’s hands if she lost her temper now. She had to bite her tongue for now, just like she had to keep her groin muscles clamped shut.
“Hmph, believe what you want,” she replied, looking away with a pout. “It won’t change who wins, anyway.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” Brighid glanced past Mythra’s unyielding pout. “Hmm, looks like the boys have finished. We had best regroup.”
Mythra turned around and saw that not only was Brighid correct, but she was already walking past her to the rest of the team. She watched Brighid strut away with a little more relaxed, if still the tiniest bit of tense, walk, feeling her glare getting stronger.
Mythra had to admit, Brighid was not going down as easily as she expected. Still, there was no way she was giving up now, even with her bladder practically begging for release. This contest was far from over, and she would come out on top no matter how full she got.
Feeling more determined than ever, Mythra rejoined the rest as the boys were talking, probably apologizing for their stunt. The only part she caught was Addam saying he was looking forward to their cooking, like a pair of runts could outdo her in the kitchen somehow.
“Great,” she said, getting everyone’s attention, “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.”
Mythra opened her mouth, but Haze beat her. “With pleasure!” she declared, wrapping her arms around Lora’s arm, making the redhead blush.
“Er, right,” said Lora, “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.”
Though her face seemed stoic, Mythra noticed the smallest of twitches on Brighid’s eyelid. “If… I must,” she replied, following behind the other ladies.
Mythra wanted to imagine the barrage of suggestive sounds Brighid was about to be subjected to, but thinking of it only caused the pressure in her bladder to grow stronger, and there was no enjoyment to be had. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” she said as she turned and walked away.
She heard Milton asking something to the others, but she didn’t care to find out what. Winning this contest was the only thing that mattered right now, and she had a feeling she would need all of her strength to pull it off, or at least a lot of squirming and holding when no one was looking.
(A/N: To be continued... in 2019! Happy Holidays, everyone!) |
Sorry if it felt like it had been 500 years since the first post, but it's finished now. Enjoy!
An Enduring Rivalry Part 2:Struggling for Victory
Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder
With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing
She needed to relieve herself. Brighid had found it more and more difficult to deny this fact as the hours had passed. What had started as a minor nuisance had only grown more discomforting, distracting, and worrisome with each new drop filtering into her distended bladder. Other priorities, like keeping track of specific ingredients to collect, or their overall objective in Torna, didn’t seem as important as the pressure in her groin she could be releasing, but still chose not to.
This wager of hers was ridiculous, and she knew it. His Majesty would no doubt be less than thrilled to get wind of this, and she was even contemplating not writing about it in her diary. Still, she could not abandon it now. Finding something to claim superiority at over Mythra may help in teaching the Aegis a lesson or two in humility. The good she could accomplish with that would be worth whatever pain and embarrassment this contest could bring her.
But this challenge had proven more difficult than she expected. Mythra, usually the first to declare her urge to urinate, was rather quiet on that subject. It should’ve been a pleasant thing, but it also made it difficult to gauge Brighid’s desperation against hers. The only clue that she needed to pee had come from her sloppier-than-usual fighting, which had come quite in handy when she needed to counter Mythra’s surprise pressuring a moment ago.
Despite resisting Mythra’s attempt at playing mind games, Brighid had a feeling the worst was yet to come, and she was headed right for it.
“Are you sure we can both fit behind there?” asked Haze up ahead.
“I’m sure,” replied Lora, “And if not, we’ll be far enough where it hopefully shouldn’t matter.”
Brighid looked to what the other ladies spoke of. Not far from the villa was a set of large stone structures that rose up and curved like a rib-cage over a pond. Standing behind it would put them out of sight from the rest of the group, the most privacy they could ask for out here.
“That’s good,” said Haze, her hips shaking quite a bit as she walked. “I would hate to have us take turns.”
“Me too!” Lora nodded with one hand resting near her groin. As they reached the rock, she turned around to face Brighid. “Um, we’ll just be a couple minutes, if you don’t mind the wait.”
Brighid kept her posture as upright as possible while she spoke. “It’s quite alright. Take as much time as you both need.” Though preferably not too long, she mentally added.
With a nod, both Lora and Haze strode over behind the rock, their motions no longer hiding what they were about to do. Brighid sighed as she turned around and put her back to the stone. She did her best to focus on her view of the countryside as another pang of pressure emanated from her crotch. It was expected, given that she was in a place designated as okay to relieve yourself in, and she wasn’t doing that. She just had to keep steeling herself as normal.
But all the preparation in the world would’ve done little for what came next.
Brighid’s entire body tensed up as she heard it: the sound of water forcibly splattering on the ground just behind her. Judging from the volume and myriad small noises, she surmised that both ladies had let go as one, and neither of them had exaggerated their need for relief. A second later, and she picked up a hum from Lora and a sigh from Haze, telltale signals of satisfaction.
Worst of all, however, was the effect these these noises had on her. Immediately, the urge to let go became that much worse, forcing a light groan to escape her throat. She brought her legs together, one knee over the other, and swayed her hips to and fro at first, her body moving out of instinct rather than planned thought. It held the pressure at bay, but it also made her feel like a little girl shamelessly dancing in front of her parents, not the grown, refined woman that she was supposed to be.
It pained her so, but Brighid grit her teeth behind her closed mouth and forced herself back into a proper posture, albeit with her legs still close together. She wanted to prevail, but it would be a hollow victory if she had to sacrifice her dignity to do so.
In all, it only took about a minute for the sounds of two personal waterfalls to dwindle away to a light dribble, and then to nothing at all. Granted, a minute of torture still felt longer than an hour of pleasure, but at least the worst of it had finally passed. She didn’t want to think about the massive puddle the ladies had no doubt left in the soil.
“Hahh,” she heard Haze sigh, “I’d been looking forward to that for a while!”
“M-Me too,” came Lora’s reply. “Er, did you happen to bring anything we can clean up with? I don’t see any leaves around here.”
“Don’t worry, I can take care of that.”
“I can always count on you, H-oh!”
Brighid picked up on a faint gust of wind blowing from behind the rock, lasting for a few seconds. She couldn’t say for certain, but she had an idea of how Haze had applied her powers over the wind just now.
“W-Well, I didn’t think your powers had so much utility, Haze,” said Lora once the gust died down. Clothes ruffled afterwards, suggesting they were getting dressed again.
“It’s come in handy a few times,” said Haze. “Um, sorry if I startled you there, Lady Lora.”
Brighid heard their voices moving, so she turned back around. “It’s okay. Just a little warning next time, okay?” asked Lora as she and Haze rounded the corner, Lora having a noticeable blush.
“Sure thing.” Haze looked to Brighid, and they both came to a stop. “Oh, Brighid! Thanks for keeping watch for us.”
“I hope we weren’t too noisy for you,” said Lora, putting her hands together just in front of her waist.
“It was no trouble,” Brighid replied. A lie to be certain, but she just wanted to be away from this place as soon as possible.
Haze lifted her hands up and nodded. “We can keep watch for you now, if you’d like.”
More temptation, exactly the last thing she needed right now when her bladder was all but begging her to agree. Instead, she shook her head and said, “Thank you, but that will not be necessary.”
“Are you sure?” asked Lora, “We’ve been working for quite a while.”
“I assure you, I am fine,” Brighid forced herself to say. “We had best regroup with the others, anyway. It’s not safe to be split up for long out here.”
Lora and Haze looked at each other for a moment. “She has a point there,” said Haze.
“Then we’ll just be on our way, I suppose,” said Lora with a shrug.
The discussion ended there as the ladies departed from the rock. Once more, Brighid hung behind the other two while they chatted about this and that. That way, she could hide the wincing from her bladder expressing its disappointment in passing up a chance to finally empty itself. She had hoped that resisting that temptation would embolden her confidence, but if anything, her groin muscles felt weaker than ever.
With her urge to pee being the worst she could recall in quite some time, Brighid had to wonder if her foe was feeling the same way. If not, she feared her dignity would be at serious risk before much longer.
Mythra had learned something today: it was possible for the muscles in her face to hurt from too much frowning and glaring. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to soothe the headache she was giving herself. This pain was nothing compared to what she felt in her groin, but she wasn’t about to put her hands there with a bunch of guys nearby.
She looked back to where the other ladies had gone to for the umpteenth time. Finally, they were on their way back, which meant she could examine Brighid again. If she had given up and peed, then Mythra could finally run off and rain down a different golden power onto the earth in triumph.
The closer Brighid got, however, the more obvious it became that this battle was not over. Her pursed lips, shorter steps, and deliberate walking behind the other girls gave away her powerful but still contained need. Mythra grit her teeth at the sight, both out of frustration and a way to fight her own urge. Mor Ardain’s hottest Blade was proving to be just as stubborn as she was. Not that Mythra had any doubts she would still prevail, but she wanted to be rid of all this urine inside her already, dammit.
“We’re back!” announced Haze once the ladies had entered talking distance. Hearing this, the rest of the group dropped their own chatter and all gathered.
“Took you long enough,” muttered Mythra. Her focus drifted to Brighid, and their eyes seemed to lock for a moment, though she might have imagined it.
“So I guess it’s back to finding food with us?” asked Lora.
“No, I think we’ve got enough for the resistance today,” said Addam. “More importantly, we need to take care of that next.”
He turned towards the set of containers nearby, the same ones the tirkin had attempted to steal.
“Seriously?” Mythra scoffed. “You want us to carry all that back to camp?”
“Well, the militia can’t use it if it’s sitting all the way out here, can they?” replied Addam.
“We have to return to camp with all the ingredients anyway,” said Jin, “There’s no reason we can’t do both at the same time.”
I can think of a good reason, Mythra thought. Her groin muscles, already working hard to keep things sealed tight, trembled a bit at the thought of heavy lifting.
“Then we better get moving,” said Addam. “They might be needing these supplies already.”
They all walked over to the containers, each of them varying in size and weight. The next minute consisted of them figuring out how best to carry them back to the villa, with Addam delegating which person carried what cargo. Mythra found her bladder’s voice a bit louder than Addam’s, and thus tuned him out for the most part.
“That just leaves the biggest one for us, right Mythra?”
“Er, what?” She definitely heard that part.
“Come on, it’s only fair we carry the heaviest load. Think of it as a workout!” he said with a cheeky smile.
I’ll give you a real workout if you keep making my day worse, Mythra thought but was somehow wise enough to not say. Instead, she merely scoffed, gave a quick “whatever”, and stepped to one side of the container in question, a long metal crate only about a meter high but no doubt full of weapons, armor, and other heavy junk.
As he squatted down, Mythra went to do the same. It was only when she got down there did she realize her bladder couldn’t tell the difference between a lifting squat and a peeing squat. Her face muscles tightened as much as her groin muscles did with both legs apart and nature only about a foot away from her bottom.
“Alright, on three,” said Addam, “One-“
“Three!” Mythra wasn’t waiting another second with her bladder preparing to empty itself. She stood straight up, with Addam having no choice but to follow with her. The container’s weight spread across her arms and back, nothing she couldn’t handle, but the strain also reached the muscles in her stomach and groin. Ugh, out of one annoyance and into the next.
“Easy now! This isn’t a race, you know!” yelled Addam.
“Can we save the scolding for after we’re done carrying this?” Mythra responded.
Addam looked around at the rest of their crew, all with heavy loads in their arms. “Fair enough. Onwards!”
What followed was the longest few minutes Mythra ever had the displeasure of suffering through. Having to carry such heavy cargo a long ways was annoying enough, even if she was a good deal stronger than the average Blade. But it was made all the worse by her dire need to pee. Due to the wide load, she had to keep her legs slightly apart, and holding with her hands was obviously out of the question. This coupled with the weight meant she was relying solely on her groin muscles to keep several hours of pent-up piss from spraying right through her bottoms. Her only saving grace was the hope that Brighid was suffering some of the same strain as her. She would practically kill to see the prim and proper lady drop her crate and squeeze her crotch like her life depended on it.
Sadly, that didn’t happen. The only welcome sight Mythra found along the way was the set of tents set up outside the villa gate, signaling that they had returned to the camp.
“Ugh, finally,” she made her relief known. “So just set this down wherever?”
Addam looked about as he walked backwards between the tents. “Sounds like it. We’ll need to sort this stuff out and- whoa!”
Mythra didn’t need to ask what happened, for she was part of the ride. Addam had bumped into another crate nearby with his foot, sending him stumbling backwards and Mythra forwards. The good news was Addam regained his footing just as quickly, but Mythra was not as fortunate. When Addam came to a hard stop, Mythra kept going as the container lurched forward, causing it to hit her stomach with a not-insignificant amount of force.
The impact forced air out of her in the form of an “Oof!”, and the pain followed shortly after, but that didn’t get Mythra’s attention. No, it was the feeling of warmth and wetness, small but no less present, between her legs that worried her most. Her eyes went wide and mouth shot open for an instant, and she immediately clamped down, her entire body going tense to keep nature from running its course right where she stood. I won’t lose, not right here, not like this!
“You okay, Mythra?” Addam called her attention away from her bladder. “Sorry about that. Just tripped over something there.”
It was then Mythra realized how obvious it was that something was off with her. She needed to get out of there, and fast.
“Here, the camp can deal with this garbage now!” she yelled, letting the container fall into the ground on her side. She walked off towards the manor, her hands balled into fists. With any luck, no one would be stupid enough to come after her.
Rounding the corner to the villa gate and stepping behind a tent, Mythra looked around to make sure nobody could see her. The moment she felt alone, her hands shot to her groin and legs twisted together while she hopped from one foot to the other. Pride didn’t matter in the least to her as long as no one knew, so if this is what she needed to do to win, then so be it.
“Mythra!”
But she had to immediately stand up tall once she heard Addam calling her. She muttered a “dumbass” under her breath as she turned around to face him, finding his arms crossed and expression not a happy one. “What, you want me to help sort through everyone’s laundry or something now?” she asked.
“May I ask what could have gotten into you today?”
“You mean aside from today being a big pain in the butt?”
“Come now, we’ve been through more tiring work than this, and you weren’t half as difficult.” He paused to sigh, his frown relaxing. “I am your Driver, you know. We don’t need to hide anything from each other.”
As usual, he was right, which she didn’t want to admit to. “I don’t…” she looked away while she looked for something to say.
“Don’t what?”
Mythra shook her head. She didn’t have the patience to come up with an excuse anyway. “Fine, you wanna know what’s wrong? I really gotta-”
“Mister Addam!”
Mythra didn’t bother to finish as they both turned in the direction of the yell. A second later, Milton ran around the corner with Mikhail following behind, both of them sporting panicked looks.
“Boys? What’s wrong?” asked Addam.
“There’s an emergency at the tents outside! They need your help right now!”
“An emergency? We’re there! You two stay back here and wait for us,” said Addam before turning to her. “Mythra, let’s go!”
Seriously!? Is there ever a quiet moment on this giant rock? Mythra thought with a grimace. Even more trouble awaited her, and she had no choice but to face it.
As the kids ran further into the camp, Addam and Mythra set off into danger. With one hand on her crotch and the other on her sword, Mythra could only hope that she could beat the emergency outside before the emergency inside finally won.
I must endure. I must endure this!
Brighid looped this thought through her head as she stood behind a tent, out of sight from her team. Her need for relief had overpowered her modesty at last, finally relenting with legs pressed together and hip-wiggling that no one of her status should ever reduce herself to. She didn’t know exactly how long she had left before her hold inevitably gave out, but it was getting closer by the second. The temptation to abandon this contest and make for the ladies’ room at once had never been stronger.
Speaking of, where did Mythra run off to? She had stormed off towards the villa not long ago. Perhaps she had given up and was surrendering to nature’s call at long last. Unlikely, but Brighid needed something, anything, to hold onto if she wanted to stand a chance at victory. In any case, she at least had enough peace and quiet to focus solely on herself now, and was going to make the most of it.
“Look out!”
Until a shout and crashing sound caught her attention.
At once, Brighid ran out from behind the tent to see the commotion, only to nearly open her eyes in shock. A large snake-like monster with bulging eyes towered over the other tents, shattering another crate with a lightning-fast strike before turning its gaze towards the team.
“W-Where did that thing come from!?” yelled Haze.
“Doesn’t matter. We need to stop it before it can hurt anyone,” said Jin, already pulling out his sword, never taking his eye off the beast.
“Right! Boys, go find Addam and Mythra, then take cover inside!” Lora declared.
“Don’t have to tell us twice!” said Milton as he and Mikhail turned and ran into the villa.
Without taking his eyes off the monster, Jin nodded towards Brighid as she reached them. “Can you draw its focus so I can strike it from behind?” he said.
“Of course!” Brighid grabbed her whip-swords and drew them without pause, a flair of blue flames flying off them. With legs still close together, she stepped up and looked the monster right in its eyes before swinging a streak of fire right at it, a roaring “fwoosh” of heat and light singing against the beast.
The creature only reeled back for a moment, not particularly fazed by the attack, before lashing towards Brighid. She crossed her swords and braces herself, but the sheer brunt of the strike still forced her back a few feet. Gritting her teeth, Brighid lifted a sword as the monster reeled back once again, preparing to put all her might into it.
Her underwear was wet.
This realization alone was enough to make her gasp and slow her hand for a split second. The sword swung out into a whip, only to bounce off the snake’s thick hide and catch her off-guard.
It was the worst possible time for her to lose focus, she discovered, for the Monster was already leaning back to strike again. With her guard wide open, all Brighid could do was brace herself for the hit.
But as it shot forward, a ray of light blasted the beast from the side, knocking it back again. While it remained dazed, Brighid looked over to find Addam and Mythra running up from the gate, Mythra pressing one hand to her groin.
“Everyone okay?” yelled Addam.
“Nngh, y-yes,” Brighid said as she got back into a fighting stance. “But what of the others?”
Just as she said this, Jin leapt up from behind the beast and brought his nodachi straight down onto its back. Unfortunately, it only bounced straight off its scales, and Jin fell onto his knees, quickly jumping away before the snake could counter.
“It’s no good!” yelled Haze as she ran up to the others. “Our weapons can’t get through its skin!”
“Sounds like it’s finally my turn,” said Mythra, faintly cracking a smile as her emerald core crystal began to glow. “You don’t mind a little overkill now, Addam?”
Addam nodded. “Alright, but we need to lure it away from the camp first.”
“I can handle that. It doesn’t seem to like me very much,” said Brighid.
“Then you better hurry. I can’t hold this forever!” said Mythra, already gritting her teeth and pressing her legs together.
Her bladder let off another pang out of sympathy, but Brighid had no time to pay it any mind now, not when innocent lives were in danger. She dashed off, quickly swinging another gust of flame towards the monster to directs its wrath. Her muscles burned as she ran as fast as possible, especially the ones in her groin, desperate to keep its contents from spilling out at such a crucial moment. She zigged and zagged, weaving around the beast’s attacks and throwing out more flame just to keep its attention long enough. With every strike, the monster got closer to her, and it wouldn’t be long before it closed the gap.
Meanwhile, Mythra could feel sweat on her brow as the ether inside her continued to gather. Focusing for a laser strike from Siren normally didn’t put this much strain on her, but she had to work twice as hard to keep her bursting bladder in check.
Suddenly, she gasped as another pang of pressure went through her. She no longer had the focus to keep it channeled, and thus released the ether, signaling the artifice far above to strike. A powerful beam shot down from the heavens, hitting the beast with deadly aim. The monster was vaporized in the concentrated blast, with Brighid just outside the ray, putting her blades up to brace herself from the shockwave of energy.
The ray was gone as quickly as it arrived, leaving no trace that the monster ever existed. The battle was over, and all that remained was surveying the damage.
As Brighid lowered her guard and put her swords away, she saw the team running up to her, Mythra included.
“You okay, Brighid?” asked Lora as she arrived.
“Yes. It would take more than a quick jog and some win to get the best of me,” she replied.
Mythra walked up to her, her eyebrows raised. “Well, gotta hand it to you. You definitely have some guts to play bait for a giant monster and a siren strike.”
“Yes, and I must admit, as destructive as your power can be, I am fortunate that it’s on our side,” said Brighid.
They took a moment to look at each other. For the first time since meeting, Mythra and Brighid could feel a small bit of genuine respect for each other forming. Maybe, just maybe, they were not destined to be eternal rivals after all.
“Gah!”
“Aah!”
Their faces contorted, hearts leapt, and entire bodies went rigid as a spurt shot into both ladies’ undergarments. Instantly, their hands shot to their groins and bodies doubled over, eyes shut with a visible strain.
“M-Mythra!?” called out Addam.
“Brighid!?” gasped Lora.
Their friends surrounded them, bombarding them with questions and concerned words. However, neither Brighid nor Mythra could really comprehend them, let alone respond. Every last bit of their mental faculties went into trying to prevent the inevitable one last time.
But it wasn’t working for either of them. They could feel their holds slipping away, each heralded by another dribble in their panties, and no amount of pleading could stop it. The only thing they could do was try and hold on for just an instant longer than the other.
Another gasp escaped their lips, and everything went silent for a moment. Their bodies went incredibly stiff, then relaxed as both Mythra, the Aegis, and Brighid, Jewel of Mor Ardain, wet themselves.
Even in their accidents, the two ladies held quite the variety. Brighid’s wetting began slowly, with the first visible drops of lightly-tinted urine running down her legs first before it fell through her hands as a series of scattered drips and weak trails. The bright blue glow of her fingers faded as they became further soaked, with her legs growing dim not long after.
For all her beautiful elegance, Brighid could not do a thing to make her accident appear ladylike in any way. Her breathing came out in slow pants, occasionally broken with a choke. She hung her head low, hiding her shame and red face as much as she could. For the first time since setting foot on Torna, her eyelids parted, revealing a pair of deep blue pupils that burned the image of the growing puddle at her feet forever into her memories. Never had she felt so disgraceful in her entire life.
But Brighid may as well have been a pinnacle of grace when compared to Mythra. While she was also embarrassed beyond belief, the sheer release of all that pee had overridden any sense of modesty she could have had. Mythra practically pushed out urine as golden as her hair, gushing through her fingertips and making all sorts of hissing and piddling noises as it went everywhere down her bare legs. All the while, she kept her eyes shut and mouth open as a long, shameless moan left her throat.
Eventually, Mythra found her strength leaving her legs as well, and lowered herself into a squat. Her soaked gloves left her groin, exposing her stained, saturated panties to all of Alrest. With nothing blocking it, her pee shot through her undies in a chaotic stream, quickly breaking up as it fell onto the already-large puddle in the dirt.
Even the Aegis knew that peeing herself in front of her friends was something to be deeply ashamed of. Yet in that moment, she couldn’t muster up the willpower to care. It felt like every annoyance, every pain she had put up with that whole day was disappearing, leaving her in a void of physical and mental bliss.
Until the initial wave of relief wore off, at least. Then the weight of her embarrassing display hit her all at once. She opened her eyes and mouth in a look of pure horror, who all shared dumbfounded looks. The only one who didn’t was Jin, who glanced to the side and looked rather annoyed by the whole thing.
“G-guh, I, buh…” Mythra stammered, her eyes darting about. “S-Stop watching!” She finally managed to say, closing her legs while she continued to spray the ground.
“Oh! S-Sorry!” Lora turned around at once.
“W-We didn’t mean to look like that, h-honest!” said Haze from behind her hands covering her entire face. “Um, a-are you two not feeling well?”
“N-Not feeling well? I’m pissing myself in public, what do you think!?”
“Mythra!” said Addam in a stern tone. “I know you’re upset, but we only want to help. Now, can you please tell us if you’re ill in some way?”
“Er, well, I…” Mythra lowered her head, seeing her massive puddle for herself. By the time her bladder was fully emptied, her shoes were surrounded by urine on all sides, a true testament to the holding capacity of an Aegis. Had she not soaked her panties and legs just now, she would have been impressed with herself.
“We are not ill.” The team all turned to Brighid as she slowly stood upright again, her own stream having faded to a few drops. The puddle around her feet was not as big as Mythra’s, but still more than what the average person was capable of. The trails that ran down her legs were already evaporating from her fiery heat, but it also had the unfortunate effect of amplifying the smell of urea around her.
“This... was simply the result of some very poor judgment,” Brighid continued, her red cheeks burning hot and sharply contrasting with her blue hair.
“Er, that’s putting it mildly…” Haze rubbed the back of her head.
“But I still don’t understand,” said Lora, “Why didn’t you, um, do that when you were with us earlier?”
“And I must ask you the same question, Mythra,” said Addam. “Really didn’t think I’d have to have a conversation like this twice in one day,” he muttered to himself.
“Uugh, can I get cleaned up first before I explain?” said Mythra as she stood up. “You have no idea how gross this feels right now, and I’m not even wearing leggings or anything.”
“I… must agree with her,” said Brighid. “I promise I will explain myself afterwards. I owe all of you that much and my sincerest apologies, at the very least.”
“Er, I suppose that would be for the best,” said Addam, a little bit of pink appearing on his face. “Jin and I will just leave you to it for now.”
“Here, we can help you out with that,” said Lora. She and Haze walked up to Brighid and Mythra’s side and took hold of their arms.
“Right, and don’t think we’ll take ‘no’ for an answer!” Haze said with a smile at Mythra’s face.
“You are way too happy for this,” Mythra commented.
Brighid did not get a chance to respond, for they were soon tugged along to somewhere private and with a bath, she hoped. At least then, she could remove every physical trace of the disgusting, demeaning waste on her. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the shame. It would follow her until the day she or Emperor Hugo drew their last breath. She normally loathed the idea of losing all her memories upon bonding with a new Driver. However, she would gladly welcome that if it meant never having to relive this experience again.
“The entry ends here.”
Brighid closed the book with a soft snap, setting it down on the table next to her. Its blue cover, illuminated by a nearby candle, simply read the name “Brighid” and a date from long ago.
“To be honest, I always found this one rather curious,” she continued from her chair. “It’s a wonder that I - or rather, my past self - saw fit to record even that incident.”
“Perhaps you were even more diligent five hundred years ago than you are now,” responded Mòrag from across the room.
“More diligent, maybe, but certainly not as wise.” Brighid raised a hand to her chin. “I will never understand what would cause me to act so abrasive towards another lady, let alone engage in such a crass competition.”
“In fairness, it sounds as though Mythra lacked the self-restraint that she exercises today,” said Mòrag. “I imagine your skin was not the only one she managed to get underneath.”
Brighid looked up and over towards Mòrag, or at least to the privacy screen that hid her from view. Not even the Special Inquisitor could hide the deflation in her voice that one gets when their confidence has taken a hit.
Standing up, Brighid walked over to the screen, her heels clacking along the stone floor. “In any case, I had other reasons for reading you this particular entry,” she said as she reached the corner and turned to the side.
“I assume it was meant for my benefit, somehow?”
Though she couldn’t be seen, Brighid nodded. “I thought it would ease your misery a bit to know that you are not the only proud citizen of Mor Ardain to suffer such a blunder.”
Silence met Brighid at first, and she wondered if she would have to better explain herself. She then heard light stepping around the screen, and Mòrag entered her view, clad only in a dark undershirt with matching boyshorts.
It took a moment for their eyes to meet, with Mòrag’s lacking some of the strength she normally displayed. “You know I appreciate what you have done for me tonight,” Mòrag started. She glanced over to her uniform draped over another chair. The wet patch could not be seen on her dark trousers in dim lights, but they both knew it was there.
“But I’m afraid only time can help soothe me,” she continued, ending with a sigh.
“Hmm, perhaps that was the case with me as well.” Brighid looked to the stained uniform, then back to Mòrag. “But please allow me to remind you of one more thing.”
“And that is?”
Brighid lifted a hand and rested it on Mòrag‘s arm, careful to keep the heat of her flames low. Her eyelids parted, and a set of blue pupils pierced into Mòrag‘s eyes. “No matter what, you will always have all of Mor Ardain to support you, and you may always rely on me in your moments of doubt and weakness,” Brighid said with a smile as warm as the flames coming off her.
Right before Mòrag’s eyes drifted away again, Brighid thought she saw a bit of gratitude in them, along with the strength and pride that she was normally filled with. “Brighid, I…”
“We should finish getting you dressed.” Brighid withdrew her hand and closed her eyes. “We have quite a bit of work ahead of us tonight.”
Mòrag opened her mouth for a moment, only to close it in a small nod. “Yes, that stampede has left quite a mess for us. We may not see any rest until daybreak. I trust you are prepared as always?” she spoke in her professional tone.
That bit of pride returning to Mòrag’s voice was exactly what Brighid wanted to hear. It would take much more than a simple piddling incident to bury the proud Special Inquisitor hiding within. She was certain Mòrag would fully return to her old self before she knew it.
“Hey, Margie!”
The door to their quarters opened with a slam, and the clacking of talons came in. Without hesitation, Brighid moved in front of Mòrag to help preserve her modesty as they both looked to whoever so rudely barged in. They only calmed down a little once they saw the feathers and dull eyes of a certain bird Blade.
“Finch?” asked Mòrag.
“What is the meaning of this?” asked a stern Brighid.
“Oh, girls! You gotta hear this! It’s really important!” Finch replied, hopping up and down.
“Calm yourself, Finch. What do we need to hear?” said Mòrag.
Finch stopped hopping, though there was still a little quiver to her movement. “I heard there was this big stampede through the city! Lots of monsters running around tearing up the place and all that! We should do something about it!”
Mòrag and Brighid glanced at each other for a moment. “Yes, we are more than aware of the stampede,” said Mòrag, “And need I remind you again that my name is Mòrag?”
“W-Wait, you knew already?” Finch blinked a few times. “Whoops, sorry about that! I only found out about it when I came back from, uh, wherever I was.”
“Yes, your assistance would have been most appreciated then,” said Brighid.
While Brighid’s brows furrowed, Mòrag simply arched hers. “May I ask why you continue to fidget?”
“Huh?” Finch looked down at her body as she kept shifting weight between her feet. “Oh, right! I was also coming up here because there was something else I really needed to do. It was, um… er…”
Finch slowed her dancing to a stop, then lifted up her head and adopted a faraway look in her eyes. Her hands pointed at her head as she rolled it back and forth, lost in her own mind as she sought to remember that important thing. No matter how hard she tried, the answer just would not come to her.
However, Mòrag and Brighid soon discovered the answer themselves.
Between the feathers at Finch’s groin, a spurt of yellow dribbled onto the ground. It quickly picked up to a light jet, creating a piddling noise against the floor as a puddle grew between her talons. All the while, Finch remained in the same pose, though whether she was oblivious or ignorant of proper potty training could not be determined.
But whatever the reason, there she was, openly peeing on the floor like it was nothing. Both ladies, not sharing the same free spirit, balked at the sight, with Brighid putting a hand up to her mouth. Never had she seen such a vulgar action performed so brazenly, at least not in her current incarnation.
Mòrag shared the same sentiment; Finch was mere moments from receiving a stern talking-to, the only decision to make whether they began before or after she was finished relieving herself. Still, she supposed there was a silver lining to this. To actually see someone embarrassing herself in such a manner, especially a Blade serving a high-ranking official… She had to admit, it made her own incident seem just a little less severe. How did that saying go? Misery loves company, right?
Now that she thought of it, perhaps “Birds of a feather” fit better here. No one else in this room could exactly judge her for her accident now. Maybe this was the real reason the Brighid of the past recorded such an embarrassing moment. In some strange way, she felt closer to her comrades now. No matter where her adventures took her, Mòrag was certain of one thing: there was nowhere else she felt that she belonged more so than with this odd crew by her side.
(A/N: And yes, I already wrote that Mòrag story. You can read it here.)
Edited February 2, 2019 by MasterXploder
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This story is centered greatly around desperation and humiliation.
Comment and let me know if you want me to continue writing stories about Emma.
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Emma woke up ready for her big day. It was the SAT's and she had be preparing for weeks. She got up early to start her day off with a workout to pump herself up. She started with her morning coffee and a big bowl of granola cereal drowned in milk, then left for the gym. It was a nice warmup jog to the gym, and by the time she arrived she had already finished her water bottle. She entered, refilled her bottle, and then headed toward the tracks. She was a strong runner and it was her favorite way to get some exercise in.
By the time she finished her workout, Emma's water bottle was empty again. She refilled in, took another drink, and then headed for the women's bathrooms. Once she got inside, she saw there were three girls in line in front of her. She checked her watch and realized her workout had taken longer than she intended and she was starting to cut it close. She left as she knew she'd be able to use the bathroom outside the room her test was in. As she left, the sound of a flushing toilet twinged on her bladder and she felt an unexpected urge to start peeing. She paused for a second and pressed her thighs together slightly, then kept going.
"Ahhh, thank god. I was busting for a piss." She heard a guy exiting the men's bathroom say. It was a guy she saw go in at the same time as her and she wished so badly she could use their bathroom to relief herself.
Emma rushed to her school where the test was being held. It wasn't a long walk from the gym but she wished now that she had driven instead. She walked swiftly with her posture stiff and her ass clenched, feeling the pressure building on her bladder. She thought about the coffee, milk, and copious amounts of water she drank sloshing around on her bladder and felt the pain of how bad she needed to go. She made it to the building where her test was held and determined that she needed to find the room first, then find the nearest bathroom, just to be safe. She couldn't mess up this test.
It was on the second floor and the walk up the stairs was torture. Lifting her foot up the step forced Emma to spread her legs just enough to make her want to pee right where she stood, and it took every effort of her muscles to stop the warm urine from running down her legs. She took small breaths and rushed up the stairs, assuring herself that she would find relief in just moments. When she arrived at room 245, it was completely empty. Panic filled Emma's body and the nervousness caused her to body to misfire, pee starting to spill into her panties. She gasped and bent at the knees, snapping her thighs together tight and pressing her hand hard against her pussy. She rubbed herself with her hand furiously, trying to quell her need to relieve herself. Her fingers felt good against her now wet clit which mortified her to be feeling in public.
Emma successfully fought off the wave of urgency and was able to stand again. She actually felt better now than she did before she leaked in her panties and felt like she would definitely make it to the bathroom. She luckily didn't have to search for long to find the room. She spotted some students heading downstairs and another painful set of steps led her to the right place. 'Thank god,' She thought.
Emma looked left to right for a bathroom. She didn't see one immediately. She knew she didn't have time to search and so asked one of the women checking students in where the nearest bathroom was.
"It's right down that hall to your left, dear, but you ought to be quick because you need to be checked in before you can enter the test room."
Emma looked at the line of students and felt a hard twinge in her bladder that made her bend at the knees slightly, and she blushed bright red at showing her need to someone else. She always hated anyone knowing she had to pee, let alone an authority figure. "Do you mean even if I'm in line you won't let me in?"
The woman shook her head. "Once that clock hits 9, nobody goes in. And once you go in, you don't come out until you turn in this section of the exam." She seemed to smirk at Emma's desperation, which made her even more mortified. The fact that this woman was also hot as fuck and made Emma's pussy twitch didn't help the situation, but that was neither here nor there. Emma's thoughts raced. She decided she had to try to make it to the bathroom first and then get checked in. She still had 10 minutes.
She walked swiftly with her thighs close together. She felt like she was walking forever. Where was the bathroom? "Please, please, please," She began to say to herself. She finally saw a sign and her heart leapt, and a small spurt of pee entered her panties. Her hand shot between her legs and she shuffled toward the bathroom.
Her stomach sunk. It was closed. How could the woman not know this? Emma turned around and ran back to the testing room. A few spurts escaped into her panties that made her feel embarrassed and wet but also slightly relieved. She had no choice now, she needed to get signed in first and then try to rush to the bathroom right before the test. She couldn't risk not being signed in. Emma got in line and her body tingled all over. The pressure on her bladder was uncomfortable but slightly arousing, along with the wetness of her panties. Emma found this to be frustrating and humiliating as she stood there, aching to pee and unable to stop her body from getting hot all over from the sensations.
Emma tried to look composed as she waited in line. She thought she might be imagining it but the woman from before seemed to glance at her every so often. Emma determined to not cross her legs or hold herself, standing straight up and trying to look cool. Soon she was second in line. The time seemed to drag on forever now. The woman seemed to take significantly longer checking in this student, and minutes started to crawl by. Emma began to get frustrated and felt like the woman was doing it on purpose. She was definitely glancing over, and she was definitely smirking.
Finally it was Emma's turn. Stepping forward pulled her thighs apart and she strained to hold her pee in as she approached the woman. She was incredibly beautiful with dark hair and cleavage that Emma couldn't stop looking at. Emma was still conflicted about her attraction to women but her hormones were going wild and she felt her pussy get even wetter.
"Name?"
"Emma Phisher." She blurted out before the woman even finished. Emma fidgeted as she stood and rubbed on her outer thigh, unable to fully hide her need. The woman smirked at her from above her glasses, making Emma's face burn red. "Oh no, did you not make it to the bathroom?" Emma was mortified as her need to announced out loud and for the two students behind her in line to hear. She felt like eyes began to turn to her and nervousness again made her feel like she might pee, and she was forced to squeeze her thighs together. She held onto the table between her and the woman with both hands.
"No, I didn't." Her frustration leaked out in her voice as she was pretty sure the woman knew the bathroom would be closed. "Please sign me in." Her voice broke into a whine without her volition, continuing to further her embarrassment. She felt powerless to this woman and she hated it.
The woman seemed to take her time searching for the name. "Emma, Emma, Emma..." She dragged her finger down the pager of names. "Ah, there you are. Go on in." The woman smiled at her.
Emma looked at the clock. She now only had only two minutes before the test began. She realized with horror that she could not risk going to the bathroom, but felt that her need had subsided for now. Also, she would be sitting for the whole exam, which would make it easier to hold it, and once this section of the test finished she could pee during the break. Emma found a seat and took it as fast as she could, welcoming the wood against her aching pussy. She rubbed her thighs together under the desk but stopped when the pressure on her clit sent a wave of pleasure through her body. She tried to sit perfectly still.
The exams were passed out and Emma began. She went as fast as she could, trying to do her best though her mind was preoccupied. Even if she didn't do as great on this part of the exam, she could ace the others after she relieved herself and still get a good score. Her stomach turned with nerves. She had to get a good score.
The minutes crawled by and Emma fidgeted, squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, and even resorting to hold herself under the table. She alternated between rubbing her pussy and not for fear of getting too turned on. Her crotched was soaked and warm and it felt good though she tried to not acknowledge it. Emma listened with horror as the student diagonally in front of her fumbled with their water bottle, the contents sloshing around. They dropped it and the bottle splashed to the floor. Emma's body reacted before she could. She was peeing.
Both of her hands shot between her legs as pee started to fill her panties. She was able to stop the flow but her face burned red. A few students looked at her, especially because she was already close to the spectacle at hand. But she was able to gain control over her bladder again and resumed her test, one hand rubbing her pussy. The teacher began to clean up the water and the sound of paper towels sloshing around the water tortured her, and her ears burned hot with frustration with her predicament. Her bladder began to ache and she started to jiggle uncontrollably in her seat, feeling like she could pee herself at any moment.
She began to rub herself furiously. She realized that she needed to just finish this section before she humiliated herself in front of all of her peers. She guessed for the rest of the answers and braced herself to walk to the front. Her heart began racing as she realized she had waited too long and she wasn't sure she could even walk that far. The feeling of pee filling her up and weighing heavier and heavier on her bladder started to become unbearable and she knew she had to go. Now.
Emma stood up and began walking to the front. Every step put her at risk of losing control of her bladder completely and it took all her effort to use her muscles to hold it in. She brought her test to the front to find to her great dismay that the woman from before was also taking the exams. Her stomach turned as she approached her.
"What are you doing?" The woman asked.
"I finished my exam," Emma sort of stuttered, her body aching for relief. She crossed her legs completely. "Please take it," She couldn't hide the plea in her voice.
The woman's eyes sparkled. "Oh, honey, you have to stay until the break. If you leave now, your entire test will be forfeit. Do you think you can hold it?"
Emma's jaw dropped. She felt her muscles twitch and a spurt of pee shot into her panties, and thus her hands between her legs. The woman said everything loudly for the class to her and Emma felt the eyes of all her peers behind her now on her. Her face and ears burned red. The thought of so many people knowing how badly she needed to pee was absolutely humiliating and she felt herself start to cry.
"I-I don't think..." Emma's voice trembled. She looked at the unbelievably attractive woman in front of her, watching her intently as she crossed her legs, squirmed and rubbed her pussy. She felt completely debased. She couldn't leave the exam. She couldn't hold it.
"Come on now honey, I'll help you back to your seat," The woman stood up and walked over to Emma, grabbing her gently by the arm. She was tall enough that her cleavage was right in Emma's face and Emma felt her body tingle all over. She was pulled out of her daze at the woman began to guide her back to her seat.
"Wait-" She said, her thighs clamped tight together, but it was too late. The woman pulled her arm, not hard, but enough to force her to step and uncross her legs. Her short athletic shorts provided little protection and pee began to spill from between her legs onto the tile floor. The splash could be heard throughout the room and Emma was horrified. This couldn't be happening. She clamped her legs together again but it was too late. All eyes in the room were now on Emma as she fully released her bladder into her shorts, down her legs, into her shoes and in a growing puddle on the floor. With both hands rubbing between her legs, Emma desperately tried to stop the river of pee with no avail. A few murmurs and hushed laughs could be heard as most students stared speechless. She was paralyzed as she continued to relieve herself in front of everyone. She peed for what seemed like an eternity, the puddle growing and growing below her. It continued to pour out of her no matter how hard she tried to stop the flow. She held back tears as she began to cry, finally losing the fight. Her muscles let go and she peed full force what was left in her body, down an excruciatingly long and embarrassing trickle in the silent room.
Everyone continued to stare as Emma stood in horror. She couldn't believe what happened. The bell rang, signifying that this section of the test was over. Emma ran out in tears.
Edited December 26, 2018 by water.wizard
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Hi guys! Here's part 2.
Sorry Night Rain I sort of took the skirt part of your suggestion but went a different way, I hope you still like it.
Let me know if you really like the library thing specifically and I'll put it in a different chapter. On that note, anyone feel free to let me know what you'd like to see happen to Emma and I'll give it strong consideration.
Lastly, try to let me know if you want me to continue writing about Emma.
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Emma woke up for school early, committed to her regular routine of breakfast, gym, class. It had been about three days since Emma's tragic SAT exams on Saturday... she still felt mortified by the memory and tried to block it out. When classes resumed on Monday, most people who saw the incident seemed to pretend it didn't happen. Emma sometimes thought she caught people staring, whispering, snickering, but tried to convince herself that she was just being paranoid. Regardless, she was taking measures to make sure something like that never happened again, and soon it would be just a distant memory.
Emma started to get dressed but discovered to her dismay that she had put all of her jeans in the same hamper with the jeans she had peed herself in, and they all smelled like pee. She sighed. It wasn't a big deal, she would just put on her black skirt. It was a little short but all of her longer skirts weren't comfortable and this one was a nice cotton. She put on her daintiest underwear, white and kind of sheer with a little rose on the front that barely covered her pussy, so people wouldn't be able to see it through her skirt in the back.
As always, Emma brewed herself a cup of coffee to drink while she got ready and had her breakfast. She knew it went right through her but was too addicted to stop and pretty much always had at least two cups before leaving the house every day. She just knew now it was imperative leave time to find a bathroom wherever she is after breakfast. To speed things up this morning, Emma made herself a smoothie. She accidentally added a little too much milk at some point, so she added more fruit to compensate, and ended up with about double more than she planned. But she wasn't having breakfast, she thought, so it works out.
Emma downed two and a half cups of coffee and her large smoothie while she got her school stuff together and finished getting ready to leave. She decided she ought to have something solid since she wouldn't be able to have lunch for another 5 hours, so she gobbled down a granola bar and washed it down with some milk. Finally she was out the door and jogged leisurely to her gym down the block.
Emma got through her workout routine as usual. She ran laps for awhile, but stopped after she realized her skirt was flowing up high enough to show her panties when she lifted her legs. Her cheeks burned red at the thought and she wished she had worn more covering underwear. She finished her water bottle once and refilled it. She switched over to weight training but accidentally spread her legs while sitting and lifting weights, giving a man passing by a full view of her pussy barely covered by the thin cloth of her panties. His jaw dropped and Emma snapped her legs together. Horrified, she decided to leave immediately. She could see the man's erection in his athletic shorts as she passed by and her cheeks burned bright red.
Emma rushed out of the gym and headed for campus. By this time, she had finished her water bottle a second time. She felt a twinge in her bladder and realized that she was supposed to pee at the gym, but there was no reason to panic. She knew exactly where her class was and the nearest bathroom. Emma walked with her posture stiff and straight, thighs close together. The breeze was cold under her skirt and made her need to pee worse. Emma arrived at her building with 25 minutes to spare, more than enough time to pee and get to class, and was glad that she had left the gym early.
She headed straight for the bathroom. The second she saw the bathroom door, her urgency to pee seemed to triple. She rushed down the hallway toward the door with her thighs tight together.
"Emma!" A voice called out. 'Oh, god,' Emma thought. It was the woman from the SAT testing, who Emma had now learned from her friends to be Mrs. Strick, the person taking over as Vice Principle within the next few months. She was this big shot with a Stanford degree (which Emma would die for) who had just made some huge positive impact on her last school and saved them financially or whatever. Rumor was that now she was offered big money to come and do the same thing here.
There were a few people with Mrs. Strick, all dressed as nice as her. Emma felt immediately nervous all over.
"Hi Mrs. Strick," She tried to sound as friendly as possible but her voice wavered. She tried to give no sign of how badly she needed to pee, especially because of what Mrs. Strick had seen at the SAT testing. She didn't want her to think she had some sort of problem. But she caught herself fidgeting slightly and rubbing her hand on her outer thigh, and caught Mrs. Strick noticing it too.
"This is one of our students, Emma," The woman said to her colleagues with a smile. "Emma, these are some of my old classmates from Standford. They both work as recruiters and are here visiting before they come to the career fair next month."
Emma's stomach filled with butterflies. She wanted so badly to make it into a school like Stanford, which would be extra great because it's close to home. Mrs. Strick was super charming and asked Emma questions about her coursework, helping the conversation to go great. They chatted away until suddenly the bell rang and the few students still in the hallways started rushing into their classes.
"Oh, no! We kept you too long," Mrs. Strick smiled, "I'll walk you to your class and tell your professor to excuse your tardiness."
Emma's head spun. Her need to pee had only grown during the past conversation and a large amount of liquid was weighing heavy on her bladder. But she couldn't bear to tell Mrs. Strick she needed to pee, especially because she allowed herself to spend the whole break talking. So she said thanks and led Mrs. Strick to her first class, math.
As they walked, Mrs. Strick made pleasant conversation. Emma struggled to walk normally, having to use her muscles to hold back from peeing herself instead of holding her thighs together. Every step put pressure on her aching bladder and she found herself thinking about the stupid amount of liquid she consumed working its way through her body. She found herself imagining it flowing out from between her legs and before she could stop herself, she felt a spurt of pee enter her panties. Emma gasped and her hand shot between her thighs squeezed tight together. Her panties had so little fabric to catch the liquid and were already soaked.
"Ms. Phisher, are you okay?" Mrs. Strick seemed to hide a smirk.
Emma's face felt hot and red but she was able to quell her need quickly and stood back up straight.
"Y-Yes, I just tripped a little," She replied. It felt like a stupid lie and she felt more embarrassed, but she just couldn't bear the thought of the new Vice Principle knowing she was so desperate again.
The woman couldn't hide her smirk now. She knew she should just tell Emma to use the restroom but instead she just opened the door to the Mr. Weaver's classroom, ushering a desperate Emma inside. Mrs. Strick's colleagues from Stanford followed behind, standing in the doorway and checking out the classroom and students.
"Hi Mr. Weaver! Sorry, I kept Emma a little long. Please excuse her tardiness."
"Oh, uh, sure. It's no problem." Weaver seemed a little perturbed but he always sort of seemed like that. His eyes traveled over Emma's body, who was struggling to not show her need while now displayed in front of the whole classroom. Multiple students now looking at her were also present to see her piss herself at the SAT's a few days ago and her face was hot with the realization.
Emma started to head to her seat, her body begging for relief from standing, but Mrs. Strick began to talk.
"So what are we learning today?" She asked Weaver, putting a hand on Emma's shoulder. Now Emma definitely couldn't sit and she felt all eyes were on her. She labored to keep her body straight but the pressure building inside her was becoming too much. It felt as if gallons of liquid were all pressing right against her urethrae, begging to be let out. She crossed her legs as casually as she could, fidgeting slightly no matter how hard she tried not to.
"Uh, well, we just started," He gestured toward some equations on the chalkboard, "I asked in anyone would volunteer to solve this problem."
"Oh! I bet Emma would love to do that," Mrs. Strick smiled at Emma, moving her toward the board.
"Oh, no, I-" Panic filled Emma's body. Why did Mrs. Strick want to do this to her?
"Now, now! I heard you're a killer on the mathletes. Show my friends here what our team is made of," Mrs. Strick smiled at Emma, seeming relish this.
Emma looked at the recruiters from Stanford and got butterflies again. Her heart raced and she felt as if more and more pee was building up, threatening to burst at any moment. She couldn't turn down the problem and let them think she didn't know it. She also couldn't turn it down and have them know it was because she needed to pee so badly. She resolved that the only solution was to finish the problem quickly so they would leave and she could ask Mr. Weaver to go use the restroom.
Emma searched nervously for a piece of chalk, which she then noticed was being held out to her by Weaver sitting at his desk. Each of the five steps over was complete torture as she tried to walk normally and not release a torrent of piss out of her skirt. It was at this moment that Emma realized that if she peed, there would be nothing to absorb any of the liquid, or any of the noise. Her pee would run straight down her legs and onto the tile floor, splashing for everyone to hear. Emma felt hot and nervous all over as she made her painful way back to the board with her chalk.
With all eyes on her, Emma began to work on the problem. Her hand trembled as she started to write, which was already embarrassing. Weaver's class had a fish tank with a filter that poured water in the top constantly, and the sound of the water dripping and flowing made Emma feel like she might accidentally pee. She crossed her legs as she tried to work the problem, struggling to stay focused on the question instead of the sound of running water nearby her. Emma began to sweat as she snapped her attention back to the problem, realizing that the recruiters were watching her freeze at a simple math question. Her nerves made her need to pee worse and her need to pee made her nerves worse and she started to feel like she might cry. Emma felt self conscious and uncrossed her legs as far as she could, not wanting Mrs. Strick and her friends to see her as a little girl who can't even hold her pee.
Emma continued to work the problem. Tears began to build as her need to pee got worse and worse, becoming a painful throbbing between her legs. She figured out the problem and knew she could finish it soon, but her body was begging her to run as fast as possible to the nearest bathroom. Her handwriting started to get sloppy as she neared the end of her answer, rushing through it. The closer she got to finishing the more her body begged for relief and the buildup to finishing began to become excruciating. Soon, Emma was on the very last statement to finish her answer. Her pussy begged her to rub it or cross her legs as what felt like gallons of liquid weighed on her exhausted bladder. She excitedly began to write the last number, finishing a perfect solution, when her pussy suddenly relaxed and warm liquid came gushing out.
Emma was peeing.
With her feet spread and her thin panties already soaked, there was nothing to stop her torrent of pee from splashing loudly onto the tile floor. Emma gasped and her hands shot between her legs, but it was too late to stop it. Urine gushed past her fingers.
The whole room gasped and seemed to freeze, everyone watching with morbid fascination as Emma emptied the contents of her bladder on the floor. The Stanford recruiters stared as Emma kept peeing and peeing. Students gasped, murmured, and some snickered. Mrs. Strick just stared, crossing her legs and fidgeting slightly, but for a different reason than Emma.
Emma let out a small moan as her body relieved itself, to her further humiliation. She wanted to close her legs, run, but instead stood frozen, peeing through her hands in front of everyone. The relief felt almost orgasmic as she peed and peed, warm liquid dripping down her bare legs and into her boots, forming a growing puddle around her. She began to cry as the pee kept coming out, feeling powerless and mortified.
After what felt like an eternity, Emma's flow began to turn into a trickle. She finally was able to close her legs but couldn't stop the flow, a trickle of pee continue to drip down her legs as Mrs. Strick touched her shoulder, ushering her toward the door where she could see the entire room of eyes on her.
"Oh, sweetie, it's okay," Mrs. Strick's voice was full of fake pity that made Emma's cheeks burn. "It's just another little accident." She said loudly.
"Another?" One student blurted out, who apparently hadn't heard about the SAT incident yet. Students could be heard whispering as they all presumably became aware. Emma's eyes began to fill with tears.
"Come on, let's get you to the nurse- Oh! Oh, you're still going," Mrs. Strick said innocently but loud enough for the whole room to hear as she guided Emma out of the room, looking down at the stream still trickling down her leg.
Emma began to cry. Her muscles gave out fully and the trickle turned back into a full stream, and a hissing noise could be heard in the room. She felt as the warm liquid spilled down her thighs and into her shoes which were now completely soaked. The trickle finally stopped as they walked away from Weaver's room. Mrs. Strick took Emma to the nurse where she changed into spare clothes that the school provided in situations like these which were sort of like nurses's scrubs. Emma sobbed quietly as she changed her clothes, drying off her legs, unable to stop herself from replaying the embarrassing events in her head.
Emma rejoined her class shortly after, her scrubs a humiliating reminder of the incident that just happened. When she entered, a janitor was just finishing cleaning up the mess on the floor. Students snickered as Emma sat down, her face red hot with shame. She wore the scrubs for the rest of the day and soon practically everyone knew what had happened. |
This is the beginning of a maybe story to see if you guys are interested.
This story has a lot of sexual buildup before the omo, so that may or may not be your thing.
There is somewhat intense public humiliation toward the end that also may or may not be your thing.
Let me know if you want more.
All characters in this story are over 18.
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Megan was just about ready for her first date with a very cute boy she had just met, David. He was just her type -- tall, muscular, dark hair, with a deep voice that made her feel tingly between the legs. She was excited because he seemed really nice and smart and into her, but nerves also coursed through her body. It had been awhile since she went on a guy she was this into. About a year, to be exact. She grew more nervous as she remembered the last time.
At the time, Megan was just a freshman in college, and had gotten asked to a football game by a junior. His name was Isaac and he was tall and athletic and on the swim team with Megan's brother. This meant that she got a front row seat to his glistening muscles on a regular basis, something that secretly drove her hormones wild. She had never been kissed by a boy or even touched herself and the frustration was building.
"Pick you up early and grab some cherry limeades from Sonic?" Isaac texted her awhile before the football game. Megan wasn't quite ready yet but she was excited Isaac wanted to spend a little alone time with her before the game. Isaac arrived even earlier than that and Megan chose to forgo using the restroom though she needed it, not wanting to keep him waiting. She didn't need to go that bad yet and would just use the facilities at the stadium.
Driving with Isaac, Megan had a blast. They got their large cherry limeades and sat in the parking lot for a little while talking and laughing. Megan finished half of her large drink before they left the parking lot, and had finished her entire drink by the time they arrived at the stadium. This was a bad habit of hers.
When they finally got to the stadium, there were lines of people getting their tickets checked to go inside. Megan looked around at her bathroom options outside the checkin but they were all portapotties which she couldn't bear to use. Even if she wanted to, she would be too nervous and uncomfortable to let go. She began to fidget in line as the cherry limeade began to trickle down toward her bladder, filling her up more and more by the minute. She cursed herself as she remembered that she had downed two cups of coffee before getting ready to leave which she had neglected to relieve herself of due to meeting Isaac early.
Megan and Isaac continued to have a good time as they moved through the line and made it into the stadium. Megan's need steadily increased but was mostly under control. She looked around for a restroom.
"Looking for something?" Isaac asked.
Megan blushed. The idea of telling this hot guy about her need was a little embarrassing. "Just a bathroom, do you see one?"
Isaac looked around, but then shook his head.
"No, but after we find our seats I'll help you find one close by."
Megan nodded with a smile. Isaac was nice.
They found their way to their seats, Megan holding onto Isaac's muscular arm. He wore a loose tank top that showed off his shoulders and pecs and made Megan weak in the knees. She could feel herself getting aroused and tried to not think about him kissing pressing her up against the wall and kissing her all over...
'Fuck, I'm wet,' She realized.
After 5 or so minutes of searching, they found their seats. They walked up the nearest aisle of stairs to where the restaurants and bathrooms were but found, to Megan's dismay, a long line outside of the women's bathroom. The men's had no line, a constant frustration in Megan's life.
Isaac looked over at her guiltily. "Hey, I hate to do this to ya, but I really gotta take a leak."
Megan was embarrassed by Isaac's sympathy and laughed it off, saying she didn't need to go that bad. Isaac ran off to relieve himself and Megan took the opportunity to cross her legs, getting some much needed relief. She straightened up as she saw him returning minutes later, already rid of his problem. She envied him, still holding her thighs together slightly. Isaac noticed her posture and suggested that they sit down on the nearby bench, and that the bathrooms would be free once the pregame show started in 10 minutes and people headed to their seats. Megan was relieved at the idea because she wasn't sure if she could hold it standing in line for 10 minutes, but she was pretty sure she could do it sitting. They found a bench in a small resting area nearby that was a little private.
Megan and Isaac sat close now, whispering and giggling together. Megan began to get aroused as Isaac's hand rubbed up and down her thigh, helping quell her need to pee. Suddenly Isaac leaned in for a kiss, finding Megan's open mouth. She nearly moaned out loud as waves of arousal went over her virgin body. Isaac began to kiss her with his skilled tongue, causing her pussy to get wet fast. His hands started to roam her body, slowly making their way down between her legs. Megan could feel that her bladder was full but couldn't stop herself from spreading her legs for Isaac's roaming hands, despite the pressure it put on her bladder. She felt her pussy getting rapidly soaked and she blushed, worried that Isaac would notice and realize how turned on she was, but was powerless to stop him.
Isaac's cock was rock hard now. He suddenly pulled her onto his lap by her thighs, legs spread around his waist. Megan gasped at the sudden movement and spreading of her legs so wide, turning her on beyond belief but also sending her need to pee through the roof. Her pussy pressed against Isaac's body as he kissed her neck and it was all too much for Megan.
It was then that she also realized how public this was. Nobody was looking right now but people shuffled around close by. The dirty realization only turned her on tenfold and she suddenly felt a strange feeling building inside. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Isaac kissed her again, one of his hands now between her legs again. She moaned into his mouth, feeling her pussy quake in a way she had never felt before. Waves of pleasure began to build inside her pussy and she realized what was happening. She was practically about to cum without Isaac even touching her yet. Megan began to push away from him feebly, her body shaking with desire, but it was too late. His fingers had found their way to her soaking pussy, his thumb rubbing up against her clit, and it was enough to push her over the edge.
Megan began to cum with overwhelming force. She moaned in a guttural voice, unable to fight the powerful orgasm now taking over her body. As her climax built, she began to feel like she might pee, and started to panic. She tried to close her legs but they were spread over Isaac's lap. She tried to say something but his fingers moved against her clit again and it was too late. Megan began to climax and she felt with horror as warm liquid began pouring from between her legs, all over Isaac's lap. She struggled to hold back her moans as the orgasm ravaged her body, rendering her muscles jello and unable to pull herself away. Isaac watched in shock and disbelief as Megan orgasmed on his lap, the warm feeling of her pee filling his crotch and pants, flowing over his now painfully rock hard cock. People had now begun to notice as Megan was unable to stifle her moans, and Megan's face and ears burned red with embarrassment as she struggled to stifle her increasingly loud moans. Warm pee continued to flow from between her legs for what felt like forever, each wave of pleasure causing an additional spurt that she could feel every bit of and was helpless to stop.
When her orgasm finally released her, Megan had pissed all over Isaac and the bench, leaving a puddle on the floor. She was shaking and waves of pleasure still shook her body. She began crying and apologized to Isaac, practically leaping off of him and beginning to run from the scene. Isaac called after her and stood up to go after her but saw his pounding erection in his jeans and sat back down, covering it with his hands.
Megan skittered away at a brisk pace as some onlookers watched, tears starting to spill down her face. She couldn't believe this happened. Another spurt of pee escaped her pussy and dripped down her legs as she ran. Megan turned a corner and slipped on her own urine, falling onto her ass and catching more attention. A hissing sound could be heard as the force of falling caused her to continue to relieve herself. She grabbed onto the railing and began to stand, slipping again and falling into her own puddle. Megan began to sob and finally succeeded at pulling herself up, fleeing the stadium while still currently peeing down her legs. She hid in a portapotty outside and called her mom to come get her.
Isaac tried to talk to her again a few times but Megan couldn't bear to face him again. He eventually told her brother about the incident which he relished reminding her of.
Needless to say, she was going to be a lot more careful tonight.
Edited December 26, 2018 by water.wizard
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Hey, everybody, and welcome to Chapter 4 of Housemates (AKA Meagan & Parker Season 3) ! My apologies for the delay; work was painful (until the holiday), and I wrote a story with Meagan & Parker but without any desperation, and then I somehow managed to start writing three different chapters simultaneously... so yeah, I was a little slow in getting this out here. But there are chunks of the next two chapters already written, if that makes you feel better.
Here are the links to chapters 1, 2, and 3:
Road Trip
The Trouble with Housemates
Rainy Sunday
One important note before we dive in: it hasn't been a major factor in these stories, but if you haven't noticed, they are set a few years ago, before phones got smart (and got cameras), before Polaroid folded (though there are knock-offs now) and before girls getting into gaming was "normal." Women and girls have always been gamers, as they should be. But in 2005 -- when this story is set -- people's reactions might have been a bit different.
And yes, I just posted a little note about a) inclusion of women in gaming and b) historical accuracy in my online porn story. What, you wanna make something of it?
A less-important note: this story is longer than I expected, so I'll divide it up, but I'll get it all posted today or tomorrow as I am traveling for a bit and don't want to leave you hanging until 2019.
All right, enough commentary.
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“So what do you want for your birthday, love?” Parker asked.
“Oh, just an extra week that nobody else knows about. I could get so many things done if I just had one extra week, with no other assignments coming in…”
“Well, I’ll see if I can find a Time Lord to ask. But meanwhile—what would you like for your birthday? Do you want a party? Cake?”
“Y’know, I don’t think I want a party,” she said. “Cake still sounds like a good idea, though.”
“If we get you a cake but don’t have a party we’re gonna be eating a lot of cake.”
“You say that as if it were a bad thing.”
“Okay! Cake: check. Party: that’s a negative. But what else? Do you want to do anything special?”
“Oooh, maybe I’ll skip Child Development and sleep in an extra hour.”
“I approve. You aren’t getting nearly enough sleep, in my opinion as your bedmate.”
“I know, I’m sorry I keep waking you up. I promise this will all settle down soon, after the application deadlines…”
“I know. But it’s your birthday and you could use a break.”
“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll try not to do too much work after class. And nothing after dinner that night, I promise.”
“Mmmhmm. And after dinner… do you want to do anything special then? Maybe, say, after we’ve gone upstairs for the night?”
She gave him a weary smile. “Oh, I see what you’re getting at.”
“Uh-huh!”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Mmkay. Just let me know.”
“You’ll be the first on the block.”
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Meagan’s birthday morning came, and she did indeed skip her nine o’clock class so she could sleep in an extra hour. At 9:40 she scarfed down some cereal, got dressed in her usual comfortable jeans and t-shirt and jacket, and set out for class. Parker walked her over, a rare treat, and he was there to meet her for lunch two hours later. She kissed him hello and they walked to the cafeteria arm in arm. After lunch she headed over to the library to work on a reserve-reading assignment, then came back to write her essay on it. Parker, in the absence of any other instructions, made her a dinner of baked chicken and home fries, which she ate with gratitude, and a cupcake, which she ate with delight. And then they went back to their room and watched MST3K until she fell asleep with her head in his lap. When she didn’t wake up when he got up to brush his teeth, he knew she was well and truly out for the night. He got her socks and jeans off, tucked her in, and sat watching her for a little while.
Maybe she’ll feel more sexy on Saturday, he thought, and went downstairs to play video games with Trav.
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On Saturday Meagan woke him with a kiss. They went to the gym to work out, then had their usual Saturday brunch (pancakes this time), after which Meagan tackled another grad-school application. This commanded her time until well after noon. Parker got some work of his own done. They took a quick walk around the neighborhood, stepping on any particularly crunchy-looking fallen leaves (there were lots) and admiring the colors of the ones that hadn’t fallen yet. She then did lots of reading for class, helped him make soup for dinner, and did a little more reading after that.
Parker, finished with his own work, went down to play more games with Trav.
Parker had never been a console gamer—he was a PC platformer all the way. But he knew his way around a Nintendo controller and he’d played some Xbox games before. Travis was a proud Xboxer and had a huge array of games. Zach was also a gamer, and so they often swapped off. So was Clark, the guy Dacy had been seeing—but usually when he came over, he and Dacy either went to her room or went out.
So the fourth regular member of their gaming parties was, to Parker’s surprise, Zephyr. He’d known that there were gamer girls, but Zephyr didn’t strike him as the type—too bouncy and flighty. Yet when she played, a focused competitiveness came over her, her flightiness dropped away, and she played hard. To Parker’s relief, she’d largely stopped going around topless as the weather cooled. Somewhat less to his relief, she often wore a loose sweatshirt instead, with nothing under it—neither t-shirt nor bra. It was a little distracting to catch glimpses of bare skin here and there, especially when the sweatshirt slid off her shoulder and she was too invested in the game to tug it back up until she was done with the level. Parker had always had a weakness for shoulders—and Zephyr’s were as cute as the rest of her.
To Parker’s absolute distraction, however, Zephyr’s small bladder still affected her just as much as ever. She wasn’t nearly so overt about it when she was gaming, which made him wonder how much of her prancing about and crotch-grabbing on other occasions was just to get attention. But she definitely showed clear signs of needing to pee quite often. It would start with a slight shaking of her leg, and then move up to crossed legs, and end up with her sitting on her heel and bouncing. She was resolute about getting to the end of the level or finding a save point, however; she never cracked while she had a controller in her hands. But on two occasions, as soon as she’d gotten to the level’s end she bolted from the room, the second time with a hand not only on her crotch but down her pants. That time she was in such a hurry she didn’t quite manage to close the door behind her, and the sound of her piss on porcelain was extremely loud in Parker’s ears. As was her deep sigh of relief.
But she was a good player, and so Parker kept playing—if only to avenge his defeats at her hands when he was a little distracted.
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“Hey, Meagan? I’ve got a tough question. Can I interrupt, or would you rather wait?”
“Now’s fine, this isn’t that important. What’s on your mind?”
“We’ve got a whole room to ourselves. No parents to dodge. Housemates that actively encourage us. Birth control’s dealt with. We are living the college-student dream: we can fuck whenever we want. So… why aren’t we?”
Meagan shook off his hands and got up. She roamed around the bedroom, processing her thoughts on her feet.
“Um,” Meagan said.
Parker waited.
“I think I’ve got to say that part of it’s the stress. You know I’ve got a heavy load this semester, plus all the applications. But a lot of it’s the boredom.”
“Boredom?” Parker felt his stomach sink.
“I’m not bored of you, hon,” she said. “Dear god do you make me happy. But the sex is, well—we’re in a rut, I guess?”
“We’re not exactly vanilla—”
“No, no. But we do the same things. We fuck, we make love, I hold it for you, I make you wait for me.”
“Well, there are all those other factors. The nuisances. The—my jealousy. Your distraction. The workload. All of ‘em are ganging up on us.”
“Okay,” Parker said, trying to ignore the somersault his stomach had done when she’d said “jealousy.” “So what do you wanna do about it?”
Meagan ran her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. I’m having a hard time getting my head straight on this. What do you wanna do?”
Parker thought for a moment. “Well. We both know what I want. And I know what you want, in bed. But maybe—maybe what we need to figure out is what we both want. Let’s start basic: do you wanna have sex with me?”
“Is this even a question?”
“Well, I think it’s worth asking, even if you answer it fast.”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“And I wanna have sex with you. Cool, that’s cleared up. So the problem’s got to be in the how.”
“I’d like to try some new stuff. Spice it up, like people always say.”
“I was wondering if maybe we should just wait a bit. When you were at camp over the summer, we were really horny when we got back together…”
“Yeah, but—well, I’m worried that if we just stop having sex, we’ll start to break up.”
His stomach lurched again, but he saw a way to salvage it. “I feel a sudden need to have a lot of sex.”
“Yeah, when I put it that way! But lots of boring sex won’t help, either—gaaah.” She stopped pacing, staring out the windows. He got up and came over to her, putting his arms around her.
“Mmmmmmkay,” she said. “You know what? I’m tired of the mind games.”
“Was I playing mind games?”
“No! Did I say you were?”
“You made your annoyed sound.”
“I did? What’s my annoyed sound?”
“‘Mmmmmkay.’ When you’re angry, you really stretch that out.”
“Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I do that. But you’re fine, I’m annoyed at myself. I’m psyching myself out, too much thinking. Sometimes being a shrink-in-training isn’t as useful as it ought to be. Anyway: I am not gonna fool myself into a dry spell. Let’s figure this out. Brainstorming time.”
“Would you rather not hold it for me for a while?”
“What I guess I’d rather do is hold it in new and exciting ways.”
“Okay. And—if I can make an assumption—also make me wait to come in new and exciting ways?”
“Oh yes.”
“Mmkay, I can work with that. So let’s get some paper…”
He grabbed a pen, ripped a page out of his notebook, drew a line down the middle, wrote “P” at the top of one side and “M” at the top of the other, and said, “Let’s think.”
They stared at the paper for a while. Then Meagan took the pen and wrote holding contest on the “P” side.
“So I’m a little—” Parker began, but shut himself up. “Right. We’re still brainstorming.” He added a few ideas of his own.
Eventually the “P” side of the list looked like this:
holding contest
in public—movie theater?
Pee on the quad
Role-play
photo shoot
on the football field
stopping in the middle of peeing
The “M” side was shorter:
waiting a whole week
blue-balling
“Can we start narrowing the lists down a bit?” Meagan asked. “Are we at that point?”
“I think so,” Parker said. “I can’t come up with much more at the moment.”
Meagan tapped the pen on Role-play. “What do you have in mind?”
“A couple things,” Parker said. “I used to have this dream that I’m looking for a bathroom somewhere in my school…”
“I think a lot of people have had that dream.”
“Oh, really?”
“I’ve definitely had it.”
“Interesting—anyway, I’ve got the beginnings of an idea where you have to look around my old school for the bathroom, and I’ll tell you if you find it…”
“Mmkay. Doesn’t sound too hard.”
“And remember that fantasy I had about you being chained up…?”
“Oh yeah, that one! ’Kay. Role-play is a possibility.” She circled it, then drew a clear black line through a couple others.
“Not on the quad?”
“Way too public.”
“I was thinking maybe a Sunday morning before anyone else is awake.”
“Nope. Still too public.” She tapped stopping in the middle of peeing. “I hear that’s a great way to give yourself a UTI.”
“Okay, fair enough.”
“I could hold it for you at a movie,” Meagan said, “but it would have to either be a movie I’ve seen before or a movie I don’t care about. And ideally a pretty empty theater. And I’m not peeing in there. I’m not going to make someone clean up a puddle.”
“That’s fine.”
“‘Photo shoot’?”
Parker took a deep breath. “I’d like to have some pictures of you holding it. But we could make it all glamorous.”
“I don’t think this girl’s ever been glamorous, hon.”
“Well, there’s a first time for everything. And it’ll be in your own way.”
“What’s ‘my way’?”
“I’ve got some ideas.”
She cocked her head a little. “Glamorous? Me?”
“I have seen a lot of sexy bodies on the internet,” Parker said, “but the only sexy body I want pictures of now is yours.”
She grinned. “Well now.” The grin faded. “Wait. We’d have to get them developed.”
“I could borrow a digital camera from someone…”
“No, I don’t want computers involved. I want hard copies only. And I don’t want any one-hour-photo guy seeing them, either.”
“That kinda rules out most options, hon…”
“But not all of them. Let’s find ourselves a Polaroid camera.”
“Hah! Okay.”
Meagan pointed to the last one under “P” that they hadn’t discussed yet: holding contest. “So what about this one?”
“Well, a contest… um… you’d win, you know…”
“All right. Not a contest. Supporting each other. Both of us trying to support the other person and help them hold as long as they can.”
Parker slowly shook his head. “After that time on the road trip, I’m not sure about that.”
Meagan sat back and looked at him. “That really freaked you out, didn’t it?”
“You pushed me farther than I wanted to go.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Should we just forget this idea, then?”
“Please. For now, at least.”
“Mmkay. But now let’s talk about my side of the list.”
“When you say ‘waiting a whole week’…”
“…I mean getting you up and hard, but not letting you come, for a whole week.”
“Whew. Sounds to me like that would get me to blueballing no matter what.”
“Maybe so.”
“Hon, blue balls do hurt, y’know…”
“Holding it can hurt a little too. You know that.” She laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. “The pain’s worth it to make the good part feel better, right? The good part is when we finally let it out. And I will make you come, you know, and take the ache away. I just—I want that power. Over you. And I want to see your face when I do let you come. And I hope I have your trust.”
“Balance,” Parker said. “And trust.”
“Yeah.”
He took a deep breath. “I trust you.”
She hugged him. “Thank you! Do you want to do both at once? Photo shoot and blue-balling?”
“Sure.”
“Find us a camera, hon, and we will have a magnificent night.” |
(Part 2 of ??)
(BTW, I finally gave Meagan a last name -- unless I already gave her one a long time ago and forgot. In which case this one wins, I actually put thought into it.)
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It took a little more doing and a little more money than Parker liked, but he refused to worry about it; if that’s what it took to reignite their sex life, it was entirely worth it.
It also took a bit to find the right moment. But Meagan surprised him with a text one evening when she was studying in the library and he was back at the house:
need to pee. should i?
you’re thinking photoshoot?
yup.
i’m game. So no, you shouldn’t
check! ❤️
Parker immediately set aside everything else and began to set up for the evening. He mostly knew video, not photography, but some things were much the same. Light was the most critical aspect. He’d checked out a light and a reflector from the campus AV Lab, and he set these up, aiming the best light at the foot of the bed. A simple adjustment would give him decent lighting in several other places in the room, however. He loaded up the Polaroid camera with film and took a sample shot. He didn’t have that much film, but he wanted to see how his setup was working. It seemed fine, so he turned off the light again and waited.
And waited.
After a while he tried to get himself distracted, but it was nearly impossible. It became totally so when Meagan sent him a follow-up text:
legs crossed, so i’ll head home!
Parker pictured her gathering her books together, returning the reserved reading materials to the library desk, and setting off across campus. He imagined her tightly-controlled stride, the stiffness of her body in lockdown…
He left the door of the room open and kept one ear open for Meagan’s arrival. Eventually he heard an exterior door open and shut, and then a moment later steps on the stairs. Was it her gait? He wasn’t sure… he wanted to leap up and look but he kept himself seated at his desk.
Meagan stepped into the room, set down her bag with a happy sigh, and closed the door behind her.
Parker stood up, stepped close. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself,” she said, and kissed him. It was a long-lingering one, her arms around his neck. She pulled back a bit and nuzzled him. “Ready for this?” she asked softly.
“So ready.”
“Good. ‘Cause I definitely gotta go.”
“How much…?”
“Mmm, I’m full but not exploding, not yet. I figured you’d want some time.”
“Oh yes.”
“First step?”
“First step is we make out some more,” Parker said. “I haven’t seen you all day…”
“I am totally fine with this. The making-out part, that is,” she added quickly.
Parker broke loose only long enough to hit “play” on his laptop. “A little cover,” he said, as the power chords of Muse’s Absolution began playing through his speakers.
“Super-romantic,” Meagan said, wrinkling her nose.
“Main thing is it’s both good and loud.”
“Fair enough. What next?”
“More making out, please.”
“’Kay!”
They fell onto the bed and did just that for a time. But they’d barely gotten to the second song on the album before Parker sat up and asked, “So, Miss Macallister, are you ready for your close-up?”
“I surely am.”
Parker got up off the bed and turned on the extra lighting. Meagan sat up, casually sitting on her heel, hands oh-so-innocently folded in her lap, watched him with interest. “Where do you want me?” she asked.
“Right where you are! Don’t move! It’s a perfect ‘Before’ shot.”
“Not really 'before', but ’kay, I won’t!”
Parker composed the shot as carefully as he could while still moving quickly. The main thing was to make sure there wasn’t anything weird visible in the shot. That checked, he shifted his angle a little bit, putting the bed behind her. That had a certain ‘invitational’ feel: good. Click. The little white square slid out of the camera and Parker caught it before it fell.
“Oooh, let me shake it!” Meagan said.
“You don’t actually have to do that,” Parker said. “It’ll develop just fine on its own.”
“I know. It’s just fun.”
“Nah, it can actually damage the picture…”
“Someone’s been doing his homework.”
“Or I just hung out with pedantic nerds in high school.”
“‘Hung out with.’” She did the air-quotes with her fingers.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“That you are a pedantic nerd, love.”
“Oh, am I? Well, maybe so, but I’m also right. And I can take a pretty good picture.”
“Lemme see!—Oh hey. That’s me. Nice shot.”
“Thanks. Oh, I could have gotten a bit of a better angle on your face…”
“Is that why I look weird?”
“No, you always look that hot—but I could have made it a little better…”
“You’ll get it on the next one. Now what?”
“Mmmmm. Just do what you need to do.”
She cocked her head. “Huh?”
“If you need to cross your legs, do that. If you need to move around, do that. I wanna see what comes naturally. When I see a good shot I’ll let you know.”
“Mmkay, I think I can do that.”
After a minute where she didn’t do much of anything, Meagan said, “This must be like watching paint dry.”
“Uh, only if the paint were dead sexy.”
“Really? I’m just sitting here.”
“And holding it. While looking like you do.”
“What, wearing jeans and flannel?”
“And with your hair in a ponytail. Do not underestimate the pony tail. But mostly your face. And your body. But if you don’t think what you’re wearing is all that sexy—let’s glamour you up a bit, huh?”
“’Kay! What did you have in mind?”
“To begin with… can you unbutton your shirt?”
“Of course.” She stood and started to do just that. Parker was tempted to take a shot of her doing that, but decided to save the film for later. She was wearing a thin white undershirt under the flannel, and she turned to face him, posing with her hands on her hips.
“Oh yes,” he said. “Oh yes indeed. But… could you let your hair down?”
She undid the ponytail and let her hair fall across her shoulders. Parker ran his fingers through it, draping it a little more artistically, and then took a step back. “Hand on your hips again, please? ‘Cause that was incredibly hot…chin up just a little? Mmmm, yes…” Click.
She moved about a little restlessly as the picture developed. “You seriously think this is hot?” she said. “You don’t want me in my bathrobe or something?”
“Oh, hell yes this is sexy. Don’t worry, I know where I’m going with this. Just about ready…”
Meagan came over to look. “Huh. I guess I don’t look too bad in that one.”
“You look awesome.”
“You can’t really tell I’ve gotta pee, though.”
“I think that’ll come.”
“I still feel kinda stupid just standing around doing nothing.”
“You’re not doing nothing. You’re holding it for me. Let your body talk.”
Meagan prowled the room again, inspecting the light source, brushing her hair a bit, checking her face in the mirror—and then she froze a bit, fists clenched at her sides.
“Yes. Hold that, please?” He quickly adjusted the lighting and then jumped on the bed to get the right angle.
“Oh, I’m definitely holding…”
Click.
“I hope that one turns out. Absolutely classic Meagan-on-lockdown pose.” And then, a short time later: “Aww yeah. Got it!”
“That’s what I look like when I have to lock down? I look constipated.”
“Not to me. I love that look. It tells me you’re getting closer. Turns me on.”
She kissed him. “’Kay, if you say so.” She reached down to feel the bulge in his pants. “Mmmm, I guess it’s not just talk!”
He kissed her back. “Oh yes.”
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(I'll post parts 3 and 4 tomorrow. Good night for now!) |
(Part 3&4)
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She broke away and wandered a bit more, swinging her arms a bit.
“So for the next shots, I’m thinking I’d like to have the flannel still on but not your shirt under it? Or—can you take your bra off first? Without taking the other shirts off? I love it when you do that.”
She chuckled. “Really?”
“Something about it is so incredibly feminine. Like, this is a skill I have no points in, but you’re a master of it. And of course it gets me closer to seeing your boobs.”
“But you like the flannel still on?”
“Yeah. It’s a little different, I think it’ll look nice—wait. That’s a good pose.”
“Mmmhmm, it’s definitely leg-crossing time.”
“Just hold it right there for a second? Light, light… chin down a bit? Please? And now can you do your sexy smile?”
“My what?”
“The one you get when you’re planning on jumping me.”
“Oh, you mean this?”
“Yup! But chin down again? A bit more? Oh, yes yes yes—” Click.
“Mmm. If I can’t shake the picture, can I shake my ass?” She wriggled a bit.
“Sure, if you turn around and give me a second to reload.”
She danced from foot to foot a bit—and, yes, moved her ass quite a bit as she did. Click. By the time he had that one set and developing, the one with her legs crossed was ready. She came over to take a look, legs pressed together and bent slightly forward as she inspected it. “Oh, wow. How did you make me look that good?”
“A little light and a good head-tilt. The rest is all you, hot stuff. Especially that smile—and those legs.”
“And that bladder.”
“Oh yeah.”
She rubbed the front of his pants again. “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Quite a lot.”
“Mmmmmmmm, good. Good. You get nice and hard for me, lover. Nice and hard.”
“Can you take your bra off now?”
“On it.”
It was a real wriggle, but the bra came off at last. By then her ass-shaking photo was entirely done. “Not as good,” she pronounced.
“Yeah, it’s not near so elegant. But I still love the fact that you were wriggling. Since normally you don’t.”
“Well—I’m being a little more expressive than usual. For the camera.”
“You don’t need to be, hon. Just do what you need to do, that’s sexy all on its own.”
“It’s getting to the point where it really is natural.”
“Just keep that going, then.”
She walked more, this time in small circles. Then she crossed her legs again, hands clenched in fists once more. Then she bounced. Parker wished he could videotape that bounce—now that her bra was off.
“You like that?” she said, gesturing to her breasts.
“I do,” he said, and told her his wish.
“You’ll just have to remember it. Here, let me show you again.”
“Beautiful. Can you do it again without the undershirt?”
“I’m still keeping the flannel on?”
“Yes please.”
“It’s gonna get a little itchy.”
“You don’t need to leave it on long, I just wanna get a picture of you in just that.—Unless you’ll be too cold without it?”
“Nah, I’m definitely pretty warmed up.”
“Great.”
“’Kay. Undershirt coming off.”
It was less of a wriggle this time, but it did involve the flannel coming off her shoulders for a bit. Again Parker wished he could get video. But when she turned to face him, hands on her hips again, her breasts hanging free but framed by her shirt…
“Holy shit, that’s it. Chin up this time? A bit more? Yes!” Click.
“Mmm, I think I’m starting to see the appeal of this. This actually feels pretty awesome,” she said.
“It’s so sexy.”
“Erp. Still gotta go, though!”
“Hey, I’ve got a pose in mind. Can you cross your legs?”
“With pleasure.”
“Oooh, shoes off first, please?”
Meagan tried bending over to get her shoes untied. “Aaaaggh. That’s hard.”
“Here, I’ll help.”
Shoes and socks off, Meagan crossed her legs again as requested.
“And now, grab your hands like this, please?” He demonstrated: his two hands clasped in front of him at roughly waist height, but crossed at the wrists and the hands doubled back.
Meagan assumed the position. This forced her boobs up a bit.
“And now,” Parker said, “Head a bit toward me… can you look a little more desperate?”
“Ummm—like this?”
“Too much. Forget the grimace. Just let your eyes talk. …Yeah! That’s it.” Click.
“Oof. Getting a little bad, hon. How many more do you wanna do?”
“Well, I want some more sexy shots. And eventually I want you naked.”
“How ‘eventually’ are we talking here?”
“Less than an hour?”
Her eyes went wide. “Um. I don’t know if I can hold it that long, love…”
Click. “Awww, yeah. The angles and the lighting aren’t quite right, but that look in your eyes was just glorious.”
“Mmmm. Glad you like. And speaking of: c’mere.”
He went to her. She opened his fly and stroked his erection through his boxers. “Mmmmmm. That’s what I’m getting from this,” she said. “I just love your reaction.”
“Glad you like.”
She grinned and kissed him.
“Now, I’ve got fifteen pictures left. I need to plan this out a bit. Can I take a picture of you peeing?”
“Like, a close-up of my crotch? Not sure about that.”
“I was thinking a full-body shot, then a close-up of your face.”
“Oh! Yeah, definitely.”
“So that’s two. Let’s see…”
“Want one like this?” she said, cupping her boobs.
“Nah, that’s too obvious. Let’s get that shirt off of you and have you sit on the bed, please.”
She stripped off the flannel, then sat down gingerly. “Ooof.”
“How about you unbutton your jeans?”
“Ah, thank you. That helps.”
“Now… hands behind your head, please?” He demonstrated; she followed his example; he fussed around her a bit arranging her hair. He took a look through the camera, then said, “Whoops. Chin down a bit? But still look at me. Good!” Click.
“Can I move a bit now? ‘Cause it’s getting really hard to hold in this position…”
“Sure! Whatever you need. Legs crossed?”
“We’re getting a little past legs crossed.”
“Okay! How about one more with the jeans on, and then I’m set for glamour shots and you can do whatever you like from then on.”
“Mmkay. How do you want me?”
“Looking over your shoulder. I want a nice sexy-back, sexy-shoulder pic.”
“You and your shoulders.”
“No, me and your shoulders.” He framed the picture carefully, arranging her hair, the line of her shoulders, the angle of her head, her hands on her hips. “You can cross your legs if you like. It’ll barely be in the picture, it doesn’t matter.”
“I can’t really see you like this.”
“Just look down at the floor, then? Good. Good.” Click.
“Can I take my jeans off now?”
“Please do—wait!”
She paused, hands on her waistband.
“Got an idea. Here, turn toward me for the light. Now, let the jeans down just partway? A little further? Can you hold them up if you spread your legs apart?”
“Yeah,” she said, doing so. “Especially if I put my hip out like this. But I can barely hold something else…”
“Mmmmm, I like that. Both parts. And it’ll just be a second. Now, arms crossed over your breasts. Mmm—close. Hands on your shoulders? Head a little to the side? Oh, here, let me do your hair—yes, yes, perfect, hold that!” Click. Meagan’s eyes were growing wide in panic, and her body was trembling slightly, as she tried to hold both the pose and the pee.
As the photo slid out, Meagan slammed her legs together. This kept the jeans up around her knees. “A little help, please?” she said, bouncing on her toes. Parker got the jeans off her and she danced free.
“Ah, fuck, it’s bad now, it’s bad,” she said softly, wriggling more.
“You can hold it.”
“I know. Just not for much longer.” She shifted quickly from foot to foot, one hand hovering near the waistband of her panties. She stepped closer to him, and with her other hand stroked his exposed erection. “Mmm, can we take a picture of this?”
Parker hesitated, but only for a moment. “Fair’s fair,” he said.
“But I want a bit more than that, I think. Shirt off. You can keep the pants on, that’s a cute look.” She took the camera from him, crossed her legs, bent over, and aimed the camera at his crotch. She held the camera with one hand, reached out with the other, and began stroking him again. She let go, mostly, with just a few fingers resting on the back of his shaft, and—click.
“Thanks, lover,” she said, and passed the camera back to him. She stayed bent over. “This is helping,” she said.
“Good, that gives me a second to reload.” Click.
“Mmmmkay,” Meagan said, “I think I’m getting pretty close now.”
“You can hold it a little longer.”
Meagan wedged a hand in between her thighs. Parker crouched down and took a shot. Click. “That was probably too dark, but I had to get a picture of that.”
“Of me holding myself?”
“Yup.”
“Here.” She gradually straightened up, hand still between her legs. She stayed partways crouched.
“Aww yeah, that’s nice!” Click.
She bent over again, both hands holding on now, which again did marvelous things to her cleavage. Parker dropped down to one knee, then jumped up to adjust the light, and dropped down again. Meagan had her eyes squeezed shut. Click.
“Hey, love,” Parker said. “Let’s get you naked.”
“You too.”
“Sure thing.”
“Just one problem—I can’t move.”
“I’ll get your panties down.”
“Mmmkay. Thank you.”
She shifted her hands, reaching inside her underwear to press her fingers directly on the spot, and allowing him to tug the panties down off her hips and guide them down her legs. She danced around a minute once her feet were free. Parker kept his end of the deal, dropping his pants and getting his boxers off past his hard-on.
Meagan managed to straighten up a bit—but didn’t let go of her crotch. Parker snapped a shot (click) of her dancing from foot to foot, the fingers on one hand still pressed tight, the fingers on the other twining and clenching into a fist as she swung her arm at her side with her dance.
“Okay, time to get set up,” Parker said. He got the peanut butter jar out from under the bed and unscrewed the lid. He also pulled out a towel they had picked up at Goodwill and designated for pee play. He laid the towel out next to the bed and set the jar down in the middle of it.
“Can I go now?” Meagan asked.
“Hang on, I need to move the light.”
“Can I go now?”
“Not quite—stand next to the jar, please? Any position you like.”
Meagan leaned against the bed, fingers still on her pee-hole, and her other hand cluched on top of the first. “Good!” he said. Click. “Five left. You’re doing great. Can you try spreading your legs apart?”
“No.”
“Please try.”
“No can do, unless you want me to piss on the towel.”
“Maybe next time. Okay. In that case, crouch down over the jar—but don’t start peeing until I say okay.”
Meagan did so, supporting herself with one arm, the strain obvious all over her face and in every muscle of her body. Click.
Parker fussed around, trying to get the right angle with the right light.
“Can I go now? Please?”
“Just a sec…”
“I can’t hold it, Parker, I can’t, not in this position!”
“Just hang on, I’ve nearly got it.”
“I’m not kidding, Parker, I really can’t hold i—ahhhh.”
Parker left off his fussing, took two steps back—click. He fumbled with the film for the next shot, stepped close, and—click!—captured the blissful look on her face: mouth hanging open in a euphoric smile, eyes shut, head flung back, hair every which way and a little bit in her eyes. One arm was still on the bed behind her, supporting her crouch, and the strength of her arm and shoulder was visible in the corner of the shot.
“Whew,” she said, straightening up, brushing back her hair with both hands.
“Ooh, nice picture. Stay like that, please?”
“Not a problem.”
“Head slightly to the left? But keep your hands up there. Chin a little down? Now gimme a smile—nice.” Click.
It really was a nice picture: the giddy/sexy look in her eyes, the freckles all over her body, the subtle strength in her muscles, her breasts hanging free and totally natural, legs slightly apart in triumph.
“Now,” she said, stepping close to him, “your turn. Put the camera down and close up the jar.”
He obeyed.
She gathered up the Polaroids, quickly sorted them into order, and set them down on the bed. Then she set herself down on the bed. “C’mere.”
She made out with him for a minute, then: “On your knees.”
He repositioned himself as instructed. She placed herself behind him, draping one arm around his neck, and placing his hips between her thighs. With her free hand she cradled his erection and stroked it very gently.
“Now,” she said, “take a look at your pictures. Slowly. Savor each one.” She looked over his shoulder to see for herself, and jacked him off as he looked over the shots. “I had to go so bad,” she murmurred in his ear. “I was bursting. Actually I burst. I lost control. That’s how bad I needed it.”
“You’re so beautiful,” Parker whispered.
“I guess I am,” Meagan said. “A bursting beauty. A desperate damsel.”
“You’ve never been a damsel in your life. A desperate dame, maybe.”
“Do I look like I’m in a 40’s noir film?”
“If I’d shot this in black and white, maybe you would.”
She chuckled and nipped his shoulder. The brief flash of pain sent a curious shiver through his body. She slowed her strokes on his hard-on as he got closer to the last picture.
When he got to the picture of her straining to hold on as she squatted over the jar, she gently took the pictures from him and set them down on the bed, the last shot still visible.
“Do you like how I look in that?” she whispered. “How desperate I was? Every muscle on fire, trying to hold it in?”
“Yes,” Parker sighed, starting to lose himself in her narrative.
“Keep that picture in your head.”
“I’m close…”
“I know you are. Keep thinking of me.” Her hand slowed to an absolute crawl—and then stopped.
She held him lightly, not moving her hand, until his breathing slowed and he began to soften a little. Then she took her hand away.
“I don’t get to come?”
“You knew you wouldn’t,” she said. “Not tonight.”
“I guess so.”
She kissed him. “Just wait.”
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The next morning, Meagan woke him up with a hand job—which she left unfinished.
“Aaaaggh,” Parker said as she let her fingers slide off his hard-on.
“Hmm?”
“Well, you got your wish, hon,” he said. “I’m definitely aching a little.”
She cupped his balls in a gentle hand. “Aww, does someone need to come?”
“Yes.”
“Someone will.” She took her hand away and used it to blow him a kiss. “But not right now.”
“Tonight—?”
“You think I’d tell you when? And ruin all the suspense? Nuh-uh. You’ll find out.”
Parker sighed, waited until he’d softened again, and went to go pee. That relief did nothing for the pressure in his balls.
By the time he’d finished his breakfast, Meagan had headed off to class. He went to his own, and was startled when he opened his book and something fell out. To his amazement, consternation, and sneaky delight, it was one of the Polaroids: the shot of her bare back, her profile stunning over her naked shoulders, crossed legs just barely visible. She’d signed it on the white space below the picture: Wait for me. xoxo Parker glanced around and shifted a bit in his seat to hide his sudden erection.
And, shortly thereafter, the ache in his balls increased a bit.
They’d done their photoshoot on a Thursday night, so it was a Friday. He had hope that Meagan would be feeling frisky that evening, but instead they played some board games with the housemates until Meagan was swaying with fatigue. They made their way to bed and made out once they were in it, but almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, Meagan was out.
The next morning, Meagan woke him up the same way: hand job. And she left it the same way: unfinished. Instead she got suited up for a workout, doing her reverse-striptease trick that was somehow almost as sexy as the more usual kind. Then she kissed him, rubbed his cock once more—“For luck,” she said—told him to be good, and left.
Parker sat alone in their room with his cock swollen with blood and unspent cum. The ache in his balls was serious by now; he barely wanted to move, for fear of bumping them. But surely tonight she’d let him come…?
He decided to watch internet videos until he calmed down, and grabbed his laptop. When he opened it up, another Polaroid slipped out. It was the one with her jeans partway down and panties plainly visible, arms crossed over her breasts, and desperation in her eyes.
This one was signed, too: It’s all about the anticipation. ♥
His erection, which had begun to soften slightly, snapped back to iron-hard. Without really thinking about it, without really working through the consequences, he started jacking off. He started by looking at the picture, but soon he closed his eyes and lay back.
Zephyr was out late, trying to get back to the house. She really really really needed to pee, and she had her hand on her pussy. She was crossing the quad when she couldn’t wait any more. She needed to yank down her shorts and squat right on the quad. At least it was late, maybe nobody would see her desperately peeing like a little girl… “Omigod I hafta pee so bad...” she said, unzipping her shorts. “I can’t wait…!”
He came quickly. The ache in his balls faded soon after.
When Meagan fucked him that night, riding him as she loved to do, she was impressed how long he managed to hold off before coming.
He didn’t tell her why.
And when she fell asleep with her hand on his chest, that last part was what kept him awake.
Edited December 27, 2018 by Weasel
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Author's note: Considering that MasterXploder will be the primary consumer of this story, it's only fair that's where the editing was done.
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Splash. Splash. Splash.
The crashing of the waterfall into the flowing river was the only sound reverberating through young Pearl Fey's ears. Being so close to Kurain Village, the waterfall was a landmark to those with a voice beyond the living, as the women of the Fey family had. Their bloodline was one of a long chain of spirit mediums, and as such, would often make pilgrimages to this waterfall in their training, where they would sit under the crashing water to meditate and improve their concentration and extra-sensory awareness.
However, Pearl was not the one undergoing training at the moment, not when someone far more important was honing her skills: Pearl's cousin, Mystic Maya Fey, the last surviving member of the main family back to take her birthright. Clad in white robes, Maya remained perfectly still as gallons of water crashed on her head, meditating to improve her concentration and extra-sensory awareness. Pearl was just here as support.
That wasn't to say that she was working on her concentration herself, just of an entirely different kind. Pearl and Maya had departed down the trail out of the village shortly after a juice-filled breakfast, a meal that was in itself shortly after waking for the morning. Now, while she had no way of knowing the current time, the growling in her stomach indicated that it was past lunchtime, as did the ache and discomfort a little lower.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
"Nngh." Clenching her teeth under a frown, Pearl shifted her bottom's weight around, scraping her bare legs against the rough branches and small rocks in the riverside dirt. A lot of fluids in her system, plus the visual and auditory stimulation from the river, was doing the little girl's bladder no favors. Against her better wishes, she pressed her open palms against her skirt, putting pressure against her little locked-away secret, hoping it would satisfy her need for the time being.
Dun-dun-dun dudun du-du-du-dun!
The sudden, loud tone from directly beside Pearl didn't help either. On edge and wholly not expecting the noise, she leapt with a high-pitched yelp, eyes widened with shrunken pupils, looking directly at the source, some small pink device, Maya brought it with her. "You scared me," she scolded, twisting her legs together this time. After all, she had just experienced the first breakdown of a failing bladder, with a small patch of warmth across her underwear.
Meanwhile, Maya's eyes opened at the chime, breaking her long, silent concentration. "Oh, time's up!" Uncrossing her legs, she stood up under the full force of the waterfall, stepping out and allowing the excess water to drip off her robe. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long through something so boring, Pearly."
Pearl shook her head. "I don't mind, Mystic Maya. It's an honor to help the future Master in her training. That's what Mother taught me."
Closing the distance between herself and her little cousin, Maya gave a few head pats to Pearl, the drips of water moistening Pearl's brown hair loops, sliding down onto her pink robe. "Well, then I guess I should thank Aunt Morgan for your manners, Pearly. Still, I don't want to keep you here when you could be doing something fun." Maya knelt down to pick up her pink device, spreading her arms wide to air out her white robe. "What's this thing made of, that it doesn't turn see-through when it gets wet?"
"S-sorry, Mystic Maya, I don't know." Pearl slowly rose to her feet, all too eager to return to Kurain Village, where there would be a toilet waiting for her. She needed the bathroom really bad, as her body wasted no time reminding her, the strain of changing position causing a repeat of her earlier tiny leak, causing her underwear to turn warm once more. Her muscles tensed in a panicked frenzy, desperate to ensure that little squirt would be the only relief she'd be getting now.
A second trickle followed soon after, doubling Pearl's resolve to stay dry, and that was that. She had successfully managed to avoid an accident, at least for the time being. "B-but I'd like to return home quickly."
Maya chuckled. "I get it, Pearly. You've got toys to play with at home, it's gotta be better than sitting by a river, watching your cousin do nothing for hours on end."
"N-no, it's not that, Mystic Maya! It's an honor to watch your technique! It's just...another thing."
Maya stared down Pearl for a short time, looking her over for some kind of insight, causing Pearl to clam up and keep quiet. Eventually, Maya was the one that needed to relent, giving up the search with a shrug. "I'm no good at reading people. I'd make for a terrible interrogator. I don't know how Nick does it." Taking the lead, Maya lifted the long hem of her robe to keep it from catching all manner of dirt as she began the trek down the narrow path back to Kurain Village.
Pearl followed, but with a drastically different gait. In contrast to Maya's cheerful trot, Pearl could barely bend her joints in her quest to keep her muscles tense, lest they allow a little more tinkle out through their grasp. She stepped like a wooden doll without knees, limited to small shuffling as her sandals scraped scratches in the soil. If she spread her legs too far, she was afraid her body would take that as permission to do whatever it wanted.
Pearl did not have much in way of experience holding vast amounts of urine. Her mother didn't allow her to go out on her own, and without any friends her own age, much of her time was spent in the Fey manor by herself, where a toilet was only a few rooms away. Even when she was busy playing, Pearl just wasn't the kind of girl who would put off her need for relief. She had to pee, she went pee.
All that meant she was untrained at coping with the growing pressure near her stomach, just begging to be released. It hurt, that was the only way to put it, and she just wasn't capable of handling it. Her bladder just wanted the torment to end, and it was making all the motions to force that outcome with spurt after spurt after warm spurt, dampening her undies to very uncomfortable levels.
In any case, Pearl could already tell; she was not going to make it the long walk home dwelling on her intense need. She needed some kind of distraction, and just her luck, she had a cousin with many exciting tales to tell from the big city. "Mystic Maya, tell me more about Mr. Nick."
"You really like hearing about Nick, don't you, Pearly?"
"I'm just happy you have a special someone that takes good care of you," Pearl grinned, hiding her cheeks in her open palms as her eyes practically sparkled with glee.
Placing an index finger on the side of her mouth, Maya looked upwards as she walked, pondering over Pearl's request. "The thing is, when you've already heard the story about how he questioned a parrot, everything else seems tame by comparison. I don't know what story I have left that would interest you."
"I-I don't mind! I just like hearing about you two! Any story is fine!" So long as she had something to think about, besides the constant pounding of her struggling bladder, demanding more and more concentration by the second to avoid a total accident. As it stood now, even Pearl, wholly inexperienced in holding her pee, could tell she would stand no chance making it back home with any of the color white left on her underwear.
"Well, let me think...oh, did you hear about Gourdy up here in the mountains?"
"Of course I know about gourds! We grow our own vegetables up here, you know that, Mystic Maya!"
"No, that's not quite it, Pearly. See, there's a place near the law office called Gourd Lake, and me and Nick found a big monster in it during Christmas!"
"Wait, there was a monster?! Like, a real monster?!"
"Well...not that time. But just because this one was just a Steel Samurai balloon doesn't mean the beast isn't out there, waiting to make his public debut! And when he does, me and Lotta will be the first there! Oh, I don't think I've ever told you about Lotta. See, she's a photographer that me and Nick met over Christmas last year, waiting on the beach for a scoop on Gourdy..." Maya continued to share the experience, interspersed with her thoughts on the great creature of the lake.
Pearl listened intently, happy to have something else on her mind...for a few seconds, at least. Now it was dawning on her that, no, having something else to listen to was not going to make this struggle any easier. In fact, it was just the opposite. She couldn't just ignore her bladder while losing herself in the tale, or else she wouldn't be able to maintain her hold. No matter what, she had to fixate at least a little on her massive volume of pee. But now Maya was talking, and Pearl needed to listen. Now, her attention was split, the pain in her abdomen was too great to ignore even in the slightest, and she couldn't focus as fully on keeping it safely in her body.
With distractions from all angles like that, it was only a matter of time before Pearl's condition worsened. It was already bad, her undies were damp, drenched, and disgusting, but it had nothing on what was transpiring beneath her robe now. A powerful jet of urine shot from her, piercing straight through her panties, jetting straight down into the dirt between her sandals, with a more-than-concerning amount getting caught on the fabric of her undergarments, diminishing its momentum enough to snake down her leg, out of sight but not out of mind, at least not for Pearl.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the emergency her little cousin was suffering through, Maya was continuing her story. "And then the old guy said me and Nick could have his noodle shop, and-"
"Aaaah!" Faced with the tepid trickle renewing the real fear that she might have an accident right in front of the matriarch of the Fey family, Pearl could do nothing but shout in surprise at the sensation of her clothing becoming further wet.
That outburst was bound to make Maya stop talking. With a more natural stride, she had ended up a few feet ahead, but as soon as she heard the cry, she stopped walking, turning to face Pearl with a concerned expression. "What is it, Pearly?"
She had spent the whole ordeal vehemently refusing to let Maya in on her desperation, but a lapse in judgment following her mind going blank in the surge of adrenaline put that desire as far away from her mind as humanly possible. Without even a thought, entirely on instinct, Pearl's little hands shot under her skirt and clenched her panties tight, squeezing the wetness onto her fingers and palms. Her eyes were clenched just as tight, growing damp as well from a different bodily fluid. At this point, she was in pain, she couldn't care less about keeping it a secret any longer. "Mystic Maya, I gotta tinkle, bad! I really can't hold it!"
Maya looked over Pearl for what felt like eternity, who could do nothing but continue her potty dance under the stress. Soon enough, it wouldn't matter whether she told Maya about her predicament or not, as the final unpleasant result would be displayed for both to see in a matter of seconds. Just before that deadline struck, Maya's eyes widened, as the core problem dawned on her. "You don't have any idea how to go to the bathroom outside, do you, Pearly?"
While her stepping had been repeatedly punctuated with grunts and squeaks, that question stunned Pearl into a full silence. "W-why would I know something like that? That's not possible...is it?"
Maya nodded. "Yep, it certainly is! And it looks like you're gonna need to learn quick if you don't want to walk back into Kurain Village with your clothes all soaked."
Pearl shifted her weight from side to side uncomfortably, the additional movement visible even amongst her constant motion. "I...I really don't know, Mystic Maya...it sounds kind of wei-" Even as she was voicing her concern, her body thought differently, and was not taking no for an answer. Another spurt of pee, larger than the last big leak, shot straight through her panties into her hands, warming them considerably. That was the sign, Pearl had pushed her bladder to its limit, and the next forced spurt would be every ounce of pee in her, and she panicked. "W-what do I do?! Hurry!"
Despite Pearl's frantic plea, Maya remained calm. "Are you sure? It's going to be kind of embarrassing the fir-"
"I don't care! I'll do it! Help, please!" Tears started visibly flowing down Pearl's cheeks as she shuddered violently, desperately holding on to the final strands of her composure.
"Okay, the first step is to lift your robe up and pull your underwear down to your knees." Knowing that this was the most awkward part, both to talk about and to do, Maya decided that the best way to offset any hesitation was to demonstrate it was no big deal. Looking around to ensure there was no one to witness, as unlikely as it would be, Maya took a few tiny steps to the side to directly face Pearl, to give her the best view for what would follow. She opened the front of her white meditation robe at the waist, still wet, revealing her bare legs and pure white panties in Pearl's direction. Using her forearms to keep the edges of the robe off to the side, the thumb and forefinger on each hand surrounded the waist band of her underwear, pulling the item down to her knees.
Maya looked up, and found that her assurance was not needed; Pearl had already done the exact same thing as her, white skirt lifted and robe pushed back, and underwear shoved down to her knees, where they were held up by her legs spread apart starting at the joint. The only significant difference was the color of the panties; while Pearl's were also naturally white, they were currently heavily discolored yellow and dirty. And the frequent drops falling into the suspended garment like a localized rainfall were doing the cleanliness no favors, splashing in every direction once collision was made. Pearl was done with shame or modesty, she was just ready to go. "What do I do next, Mystic Maya?"
"Just squat down like this." Maya bent her knees, wobbling, barely keeping her balance with one hand used to keep her underwear in place and the other keeping her robe's hanging flaps behind her back, lowering herself until her rear end was only a few inches above the ground, spreading her feet as far as she could without stretching out her panties. Now, with her panties held by her knees and friction from the soil keeping her robe in place, she could hug her arms around her legs and pull her torso in close. At the same time, Pearl was watching her cousin intently, copying every motion, just faster and with better balance, thanks to less burgers in the diet. "And then you just-"
"Aah, not yet!" Maya suddenly realized that maybe expecting Pearl to wait was asking too much of the little girl, considering the circumstances. As soon as she was squatting, like a natural response, warm golden urine began jetting from Pearl's privates, crashing against the dirt and rapidly forming a foamy puddle, expanding outwards with a loud hiss. Pearl's face flushed bright red, and she struggled to look Maya in the eye. "I-I'm sorry, Mystic Maya, but I couldn't wait any longer!"
"No, no, it's okay, Pearly. I was just going to say you can go to the bathroom now."
In the clear, Pearl let her eyelids fall and sighed in relief at the knowledge that she had succeeded...which then became much longer and louder than she had planned, with how much relief had to be expressed in that gasp. This was it, far too long spent containing a bladder filled like an inflated ball, when all hope seemed lost and she was sure she would have an accident, she got to relieve herself without doing it through her panties. It was a miracle.
A very wet miracle. She could hardly be more thankful that she wasn't peeing herself, because it would have been a huge mess. Pee just kept coming out in a flow Pearl could best compare to waiting for her tub to fill to take a bath. The pool grew larger and larger, its boundaries spreading in all directions, surrounding the edges of Pearl's sandals. The fluid was soaking into the dirt, but not nearly fast enough to handle the volume the Fey girl was forcing out. Her breath was ragged as she panted heavily, over and over. The chilly air so close to the river caused a heat difference enough for a slightly-visible steam to emanate off the pee puddle, the smell was hardly pleasant, and the noise was practically deafening, a cacophony of hissing and splashing making Pearl's ears ring.
Yet, maybe because she was on high alert for anyone who would see her doing something this inappropriate, Pearl was still able to hear something else, like running water, but drastically different than her own. She wasn't going to find an answer with her eyes closed, and needed to open them to solve the mystery.
That was when she saw her big cousin, Mystic Maya, current head of the Fey clan, taking her own little whiz on the ground. "Haaaahhh..." Maya had a small smile on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of relieving her own bladder. Of course, it had nothing on Pearl's pee in terms of power or quantity, Maya didn't need to go that bad, but it still seemed rather nice.
Even if it was no different than her own actions, ones she had only taken thanks to prompting from the girl in front of her, Pearl had a hard time accepting that the cousin ten years her senior was also turning the woods into her little medium's room. "You needed to tinkle too, Mystic Maya?"
"Eheheh...yeah, kinda," Maya giggled. "Sitting still that whole time gave me a lot of time to fill up, and being in water didn't make it any easier. Depending on how long the walk back to the village took, I was thinking about asking whether you minded if I just went. At least this way, it's both of us."
Her question answered, Pearl nodded, and had no means of continuing the conversation. As such, the next minute was nothing but silence, outside the rushing pee each girl was taking and the occasional moans that accompanied them. The ecstasy when Pearl's bladder first began draining was beautiful, but by now, the bliss had worn off, and it just felt boring, being anchored to the spot until she was finished. It gave her plenty of time to grow fearful that someone may discover them in their most exposed state.
That anxiety didn't last long, thankfully. Pearl's power pee dwindled into one more closely resembling Maya's, who was also finishing up around the same time, where they both tapered off to nothing at almost the same moment. Of course, that was the only similarity. Despite the size difference between the two, Maya's puddle was by far the smaller, a true testament to Pearl's hidden strength. "Wow, how does someone your size hold that much, Pearly? Um, you don't have anything to wipe with, like tissues or something, do you?"
"No, I don't have anything. Sorry, Mystic Maya."
"You don't need to apologize. And there's no loose leaves anywhere nearby, either...guess I'll just need to live with a little bit of wetness on my panties." Wiggling her butt to shake off any larger drops sticking to her, Maya jumped back to her feet, sliding her underwear back around her waist, and pulled her robe back around her legs to properly cover her. If it weren't for the small puddle in the dirt, she wouldn't look remiss in the slightest.
Pearl wasn't so quick in redressing herself, not with her own panties staring her in the face, just as dirty as when she pulled them off. Some part of her questioned whether it was worth attempting to wear them again, or if she should just leave them behind. She went back and forth on the matter a few times, but in the end, concluded that not having underwear was just wrong. That final decision did nothing to make putting them back on any easier, still so wet, a tactile reminder of how much of an emergency she had. And the time separated from her warm body chilled the soaked patch, severely multiplying the discomfort experienced. Pearl winced and grimaced as she made herself as presentable as possible.
Once the two were back to normal, Maya closed the distance and placed a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "You feel better now, Pearly?"
"Um...kind of. I like not having to go potty any more, but I feel so gross."
"Well then, let's hurry back to the manor so you can change and take a bath." Maya took Pearl's hand, and began leading the two back in the direction of Kurain Village. It was a good thing she had a guide, because Pearl paid no attention to the journey, looking straight down at her feet.
A silence permeated the air, with nothing besides wind and shoes hitting earth to break it. Pearl wasn't in the mood to talk, and Maya wasn't going to force it. However, curiosity was burning a hole through the younger Fey's chest, and before long, it was too intense to ignore. "Mystic Maya, why do you know how to go tinkle outside?"
"Well, believe it or not, I was in your exact shoes a long time ago. I went with my sister to the waterfall to watch her training, and I couldn't wait long enough on the way back. So sis taught me, the same way I taught you. She said mom taught her when she was my age, when I was your age. So, consider it a secret Fey family technique."
"Is it useful to know? Am I going to need to do this again," Pearl asked, an air of disappointment evident.
"Well, it's saved me a few times in my life, I can't deny that. Nothing beats good preparation, but sometimes, it's just out of your control. It isn't something you should talk about, but it's just a fact of life." Maya shrugged, unsure what else to say.
Pearl stopped dead in her tracks, ripping herself away from the hand holding, eyes widened, as a horrible realization dawned on her. "What's my mother going to say?! She's going to see what happened when she washes my clothes! I'm going to be in so much trouble!" Her face was soon buried in her hands, head shaking as she attempted to force denial of what punishment would await her at home.
Maya reached out to Pearl, wanting to comfort her, but pulled back when she realized she didn't know what she could say to make it better. Her gaze turned downwards as well, off towards the side. That's how she noticed the brown ring of dirt circling and staining the bottom of her white robe. That was just the piece she needed to solve this conundrum. "Ugh, my robe got all dirty," she complained, loud enough to be absolutely sure Pearl heard. "I'm gonna get such an earful from Aunt Morgan if she sees all this grime! Do you know how far we got from the river, Pearly?"
She wasn't in a good mood, but Mystic Maya asked her a direct question, and she couldn't ignore that. "W-we didn't get that far, I d-don't think." It was hard enough for her to look up from her hands, even harder to hold back tears, there was no telling how long she'd last.
"Well then, how about this? We go back to the river and wash our clothes first. That way, we're mostly clean, it'll dry off by the time we get back, and Aunt Morgan doesn't have to hear anything. Everything that happened here today can be our little secret." Maya put a finger over her mouth in a shushing pose, adding a wink for extra effect.
Almost immediately, the weight was lifted off of Pearl's shoulders. Not only had Maya helped her when she was seconds away from an accident, but now she had a solution to the aftermath. Was nothing beyond her power? "You're so smart, Mystic Maya! That Mr. Nick is rubbing off on you!" Pearl's eyes practically sparkled in admiration.
"Heh heh, I'm glad you think so!" The two pivoted a full turn back to where they came, heading straight for the river, ready to give their dirty clothes a good rinse.
Walking side by side, it was easy for Pearl to lean in close to her cousin with a hug. "I'm glad you came back to the village, Mystic Maya."
The embrace was soon returned, slowing their pace. "I'm glad too, Pearly. I like being around you. We're family, after all."
"Can you promise me something, Mystic Maya? Can you promise not to leave?"
"I won't abandon you, Pearly. I'll look after you, I promise that. I know this place gets lonely without family." Even with their supernatural abilities, spirit mediums of the Fey family had no way to read the future, so there was no telling what time would bring. The only things they could be sure of were that they would not be boring, and it would be faced together. |
As you may have noticed, I don't post stories very often. This is because I only write when inspiration strikes me: when I can't not write, when the story comes of its own accord and nags me like a sixth cup of tea, until I get out of bed, stumble to this site, and just let it go. People say (and I like to believe) that such stories are nice to read. Unfortunately, inspiration is a fickle beast and most stories... they're not like that. Most stories, I sit down with an idea, write a paragraph, write another paragraph—after erasing the previous—and so on, until at some point I only erase, and then there's nothing left. Recently I had a great idea for a story (an AU fanfiction on Friendship is Optimal, which is not my bad writing and which you definitely should read) I could not erase, of course, but then what you'd get would be a jumble of words, not nice to read at all. Practice makes perfect, they say, and so here this jumble of words is. (Actually, it isn't yet; I wrote this introduction before I even came up with an idea.) Creative criticism is, of course, always welcome.
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I sometimes feel bad for the things I do. Heck, I almost always feel bad in hindsight. "You agreed to just be friends," I think, "And you could have been great friends but now you are stuck with a secret you are never, ever going to be able to tell her about."
Hannah and I met on Tinder. We were both on it because we had too much time on our hands and wouldn't mind to spend some time in human company for a change—not, and I want to be very clear about this, because we wanted quick sex. We didn't want quick sex, we both mentioned Stephen King in our description, and we spent the first half hour of our match talking about how we both hated the new It movie. With many a joke about serial killers, we agreed to go on a boat trip; her parents had a skiff, and I knew what to do with one.
In the meantime, we kept talking and I got the feeling that Hannah... Well, let's just say she didn't mind a drink. This was the middle of summer, and every day seemed to find her on the beach, texting me about horror novels and how good life was, especially when life meant a plate of fish 'n' chips and a cold beer for lunch. In all honesty, you could tell about her indulgences by her figure, but I didn't mind. She wasn't a drunkard by any means, by the way; she just knew how to spend her youth well.
Needless to say, she was overjoyed when I promised that the beer was on me, and I was overjoyed when she promised she wouldn't let it get warm.
We met at her parents' place (which was a little awkward), and set off into the water. I could tell her mother's pointed remarks had bothered Hannah a lot more than they had bothered me, and after a joke or two, the somewhat subdued beginning turned out to have carved through the ice entirely. We were talking about King, about Lovecraft, about the series we both watched and the series we felt the other absolutely had to watch. It sounds like a great date when I put it this way, but there really wasn't anything like that going on: we were just enjoying the chance to talk about our interests, and feel the water on our skin and the wind through our hair, and (in my case) the idea that this girl I was with had not been kidding about liking a beer or two.
I think it was her initial nervousness that really helped, as well as the fact that I had gotten white beer. I wasn't planning to get her drunk, after all, and she wasn't worried about drinking too much of something that was only 3% alcohol or so. I even felt fine drinking a bottle myself, despite having to steer the boat.
"Well, I'll let you have one," she said teasingly when I said I'd be fine, "But no more than that, I need some myself, you know!"
"Five bottles, just for you?" I retorted, "You're not even done with your second!"
She quickly took the last few gulps and popped another one open. I concentrated on the boat for a bit: the beach had changed into a cliff face now, and I wanted to steer clear of any underwater rocks. I'd plotted the course, of course: no places to land for quite a while, and all in the opposite direction of where we were heading.
"The only problem," she continued after taking several long drinks from her beer, "Is that I'm either going to have to drink this all quickly and be without beer half the trip, or drink it slowly and drink half of it warm."
"Some friends of mine would tie a rope to the crate and then drop it in the water for a while, to cool off," I said, "If I'd known you could handle a crate by yourself, I'd have taken one and we'd do that."
"A crate is a bit much," she laughed, "Especially if I can't go to the loo until it's finished."
Well, that got my attention.
"You can go in the water," I said, hoping she couldn't.
"Only if I get so drunk that I'm okay with pissing off the side of the boat while you watch," she replied, "Last time I tried climbing into this boat from the water, I turned it over, and I've not lost any weight since then."
My heart was soaring at crotch level, but the sails were giving me a good excuse not to turn towards her. I tried to joke, to see if she would say more.
"If you got that drunk, you'd end up falling into the water anyway."
"You've got a point there, but don't worry, you didn't take enough beer for that."
"I'm sure your self-respect and bladder will thank me."
"My self-respect and I aren't on speaking terms, and my bladder wants to say that it considers anything more than two beers excessive," she said, finishing her third and taking the fourth out.
"Oh dear," I smiled, "Well tell it I'm sorry, but that taking another is your choice."
Our conversation turned to other things, and I was starting to suspect she may have been joking about her bladder. She certainly wasn't drinking any slower because of it, and soon enough she was holding the last beer, turning it in her hands. Suddenly, she leaned overboard and submerged the beer into the water. The skiff slanted somewhat, but remained upright.
"Too warm," she explained, "But ooh, this is not making it easier to hold it..."
As she half-hung over the edge, I could see her bum wiggling from side to side.
"Why bother cooling it down if you're not going to drink it now anyway?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Who says I'm not?"
"Your bladder, I would guess."
"Hah, my bladder said I wasn't going to have my fourth, and I did, and I'll have this one in a minute too. Oooh!"
She pulled it out as she said that, legs clenched close together and bouncing just a little.
"Thing is, I know I can hold it," she explained, "Sorry, probably TMI, but I always do. At some point it gets a bit annoying—like now—but if you always give in, you can't have any fun. You don't know how many beach parties there are with no bathrooms, I'd miss half the fun if I kept running home whenever I had to go."
"Wait, but... the bushes?"
"I don't go in the bushes. I can hold it home. Speaking of which..." she looked at the beer and bit her lip, "Could we head back? My bladder was right about the fourth one."
I had quite a few plans for the moment she asked about that. Suggesting a route that went past a landmark. Pretending to not be able to get the sails under control. Turning the sail to get less wind.
Executing any of them didn't even cross my mind. We'd been going downwind, so having turned around we were already moving considerably slower, but that wasn't even it: we had been sailing for an hour and a half now. We could not get back any faster than that, no matter how I tried. I couldn't imagine Hannah making it on time, but even if she did, that was at least an hour and a half of desperation for me to watch.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked, "It'll take a while..."
"Yeah," she replied, looking intently at some point in the opposite direction of me. I'm not sure if she really thought I couldn't see that her hand was between her legs, or if she just wanted both of us to pretend as much.
She lasted another five minutes before she started pacing, as much as that was possible on the two or so square metres of boat we had between us. She was still sipping her fifth beer, probably more out of defiance than anything.
"It's all your fault," she said, without malice, but with a tinge of fear, "For not bringing enough beer. One time, I went on a boat ride just like this, with a friend, and she had the good sense to bring plenty of beer, and a bottle of vodka, and when I had to pee I just pulled my pants down and had her hold my arms and then I could just pee over the side. And I didn't even fall in, but that was more on her than on me. And that memory is not making this any better!"
She was frantic now. She finished her beer in one last chug, as if hoping it would give her the courage to do what had to be done, but the alcohol was evidently all busy lowering her ADH, with none left to give her that much-needed bit of courage. She bent over forwards, both hands in her crotch.
(It is, by the way, a mystery how we managed to not run into anything while all this was going on. My eyes were all on her, and we could have run right into the cliff-face before I'd have noticed.
"Fuuck!" she said, and I could tell she had leaked. "Get us to the shore, please. I'm going to piss myself. Oh shit, I'm going to piss myself."
I had barely started turning when it happened. She cursed, bent through her knees, squeezed herself as tightly as she could, and then I heard the spattering of water on the deck. She was completely losing control, pee bursting from between her fingers, and her curses were replaced by a deep sigh of relief. She was sitting on her knees now, pee still pouring out of her. The girl had quite the capacity, I couldn't help but think.
We joked about it on the way back to her parents. We joke about it occasionally, still. We're still friends. Later she told me she was always a little irresponsible with her bladder, and even that she knew she should have asked me not to bring the beer, but I had just seemed so eager...
Yeah, I had been eager. And to this day, I don't dare tell her why. |
I surely hope I don't get those—otherwise, that'll make any praise on the work I do put effort into quite worthless. ?
About being overly artistic, it'd be great if you could give some examples. Do you mean the descriptions being vaguer and more hand-wavy? I definitely do that, I admit, I've still got to nail down giving a proper description that isn't at the same time extremely long.
We'll see about the sequel. ?
EDIT: Er, oops, looks like ctrl+enter is a non-cancellable shortcut to "Post". ? Actual story coming in a an hour or two when I finish it. Here's a teaser for now. ?
***
In the last five years, there were two things that changed my sex life: virtual reality and Facebook. Not Facebook the website, I don't mean those photos my high school crush posted of her at the beach. Facebook the company, Facebook the infinite vault of personal data.
It started with a startup called OffMyChest. The idea, was... I can't even tell about it without cringing. The idea was that they would use the data Facebook has to create a virtual reality copy of your friends and let you talk to them. You could tell them whatever you wanted to and see how they would react. Coming out of the closet? Confessing your love? Admitting you cheated? Try it out in VR so you can get it right, and doing it in real life will be a breeze!
To nobody's surprise, it didn't work. The simulations weren't quite accurate enough, sometimes just enough to ask a question you didn't expect, but sometimes giving the opposite reaction entirely. Getting rejected felt quite a lot worse when you'd spent the last week with the (virtual) girl of your dreams. Dejected, you were left wondering whether it would make you feel better or worse to load up the game and watch her play with her nipples one last time...
Oh, had I not mentioned they had nailed the sexual behaviour patterns? Apparently, some guy on the team had added it in as a... joke? He wanted to use it to wank, and couldn't find a way to implement it without putting it in the main program, if you ask me. It was a minor media scandal, a big commercial success, and the discussion of whether to fire him lasted all of two months, at which point Tinder bought the whole company. By then, any pretence it wasn't an app to see people naked was pretty much gone.
And so here I was, reclining on the couch with a VR headset and a controller. In the virtual world, I was sitting on a significantly more expensive sofa next to a fireplace. The room was dark, the Dali paintings on the walls barely visible. The floors were hardwood, specifically designed to catch the sound of dripping water. A rack to the side held dusty wine bottles.
The first girl to come in was on the shorter side. Hair in a ponytail, gym outfit. For whatever reason, I got the feeling she would be into horse-riding, though I'm not quite sure why. Cute, but not really what I was in the mood for right now. I shook my head, and she left with a smile. I didn't know her, by the way: pairings were chosen amongst all users, not just amongst friends. I'd already been through all the friends I had any interest in, more than once.
The next girl was in a short skirt and a tank top, blond hair past her shoulders. I knew I would love seeing her bladder bulge, but I would hate the way she laughed. Another shake of my head, and she too was gone.
Next came a freckled girl in jeans and a t-shirt, lugging with her a backpack. If we were still on the old Tinder, she'd have had a photo of herself on some mountain. I considered asking her to sit with me and tell of a time she had to go bad in the wild, but I decided against it. I wanted something more... intimate today.
The girls kept coming and going. They all had a slight tenseness in common: the premium version of the app let you apply some changes to the person before they came in, and I used that to make each drink at least a few glasses of water and then sit around for some time. It took a little tweaking: at first, there were girls who would come in with their pants already a little wet, but I had managed to get it working reasonably well now. They all looked the slightest bit concerned, but not quite desperate yet. I liked to take my time.
My rejections were getting faster when she came in. I didn't know her. In all honesty, I probably wouldn't want to know her, and I definitely didn't want her to know what I'd be doing with her. She wore devil horns on her head, a leather corset, and a black skirt that reached just a little past her knees. The corset was clearly something my setup hadn't taken into account: she was already tapping her foot as she waited for my decision. Needless to say, I grinned, nodding.
"Clara," she introduced herself, "Look, I'd love to sit and chat, but I'm really bursting for the loo. Could you come help me with my corset?"
I know she wouldn't really have said that. The real Clara would probably have just left and looked for a bathroom. Or maybe not—who am I to say how these algorithms work. This Clara, however, was hard-wired to want to please me, to basically act as if she had a massive crush on me. Not a fundamental change of personality, just a little focus where otherwise there would be none. I had to be careful, I could potentially scare her off.
"Won't you have a glass of wine?" I asked, motioning for her to sit next to me. She was a wine kind of girl, I could tell. (Sometimes, I wonder if information like that was beamed into my mind somehow. They didn't officially have the technology, but it was a common rumour, like that thing about them using the microphone on your phone to figure out what ads to show you. Or maybe they just knew how I thought and gave me the right imagery for me to draw the link.)
"Just one, okay?" she responded and sat next to me. She smiled, shyly: if she had been a real girl, I would have put my arm around her then, maybe even pulled her in for a kiss. I couldn't, though. Pressing a button I selected a wine bottle from the rack and summoned it towards me, mumbling accio absentmindedly.
"To our machine overlords," I said and we drank on it. Clara was having a lot more trouble now that she was sitting: her bladder was trapped, and she had moved all the way to the end of her seat.
"The wine is from '83," I said, watching her take a rather larger gulp than would be polite. For a moment, I thought she might spit it out again, but she just took a slower sip.
"It's wonderful," she commented.
"Let me top you up."
"No, please..."
"Nonsense, nonsense," I poured her glass full. She took a small sip again, trying to keep up the pretence of appraising it, and then a considerably larger gulp.
"I'm sorry, I really have to pee, could we please have the wine later?" she asked, one hand fumbling around her crotch area, trying to find some way to make her corset dig in less deeply.
"Very well," I relented. Little point in making her hold it until she peed right where she was, though that would be fun, too.
Clara stood up as soon as I said the word, looking where to place her unfinished wine, taking another long sip from it as she looked for a coffee table. Her other hand was under her skirt now, pressing tight on her pee-hole. It was a sudden change from her old disposition.
"Where is the lavatory?" she asked, finally just putting the wineglass on the floor and bouncing slightly on the spot. She was chewing her lip, looking around as if worried someone else would see.
I let her lead the way. Twice I thought she would not make it: she would stop, cursing, cross her legs or squat down, breathe. Finally, I gave in and let us reach the bathroom.
"Help with my corset, please," she begged, turning her back to me.
"Are you sure you'll make it?" I wondered out loud, tugging at a string at random. It seemed to only tighten the thing, making Clara gasp out.
"No! Please, be careful."
"Are your panties still dry?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Humour me," I said, "Or else..."
I gave the corset another slight tug.
"Oh, you bastard!" she said, moaning, "Well they're not any more..."
I undid the string somewhat.
"Will you show me?"
"My panties?"
"Yes."
"You've got a weird fetish, mister."
"And you came to me because you were hoping that maybe I'd fuck you, so what does that make you?"
"Touché. Will you? I don't know why, but something about you..."
"We'll see. No harm in me seeing your panties, is there?"
She turned and started to lift her skirt, but stopped, her hands buried between her legs again.
"I'm sorry. I don't mind, but I won't be able to hold it..."
Her movements were getting more and more frantic. She had two hands in her crotch now and was bent over so far that I could look entirely down her dress. Perhaps the creators had designed that intentionally, though I didn't expect my use-case to be a common one.
"Please, please, just help me take it off!" she begged again, snapping me out of my reverie. I reached out and pulled on a string again...
I guess the added pressure was just too much. She gasped and bent over again, turning to face me. On screen, she put her hands on my shoulders, though unfortunately the technology couldn't actually let me feel this. The hissing sound started as I thought about this and I had a great view as a stream of pee burst from under her skirt and onto the floor. She was panting and crying, no longer at all in control, and all the while she kept peeing.
I tipped the girl two bucks before going online. Anonymously, of course. That was the world in a nutshell these days: objectifying, dehumanising, but most of all, mutually beneficial.
***
This story was actually a lot more painful to write than the last one, and I think it shows. Well, see above. ?
The people are loosely based on what actually came up on my Tinder feed while I was writing.
Edited December 28, 2018 by Ranpalan
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A drabble, for the sake of writing something.
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This happened a few years ago, back when I played WoW. I was chatting to someone back then, not really a friend or a girlfriend, but... A sexting partner, if you must be vulgar about it. Her name was Tessa and we were both young and horny and too socially awkward to go out and meet someone who fit us better.
Tessa knew of my fetish. She didn't share it, but she did like being controlled, and she found being forced to drink or hold more than hot enough to make up for the discomfort. I'd tell her how much to drink and we would video chat, I'd get off on her wiggling around and she'd get off on being denied and watching me get off. It was quite the win-win arrangement, and I wish it was easier to find people open to this online.
I was just getting into WoW again then, and to be honest, I was becoming addicted. I think she knew it was just a matter of time before I abandoned her for the game, and she wondered if she couldn't come along. We logged on to MSN Messenger at the usual time. The conversation was roughly like this...
ranpa: hey
tessa: hi hi ?
tessa: i drank an extra bottle at school today
tessa: i wasnt going to but i was thinking of you
ranpa: aww ?
ranpa: did it cause any... problems? ?
tessa: a little :$
tessa: i wanted to come here and ask you if i could go
tessa: but i was biking home
tessa: and i was worried i wouldnt make it inside...
tessa: so i peed in the bushes on the way :$
ranpa: you're hot
ranpa: but you're not getting away with just that ?
tessa: i had an idea actually
ranpa: make yourself a pitcher of lemonade
ranpa: oh, what idea? ?
tessa: yes master
tessa: i thought we could play wow together
tessa: i downloaded it this morning
ranpa: sure ?
She didn't ask whether she still had to get that lemonade, and to be honest, I had kind of forgotten about it. While the game was installing she described her last period at school in more detail, as well as how it felt to go in the bushes in broad daylight, but I had already logged in and was thinking of whether I wanted to roll a new character, or help her with my existing, and whether I should roll something and travel to another starting zone...
Finally, everything was ready. She was a gnome wizard, I was a dwarf paladin, and we set out to complete the basic starting quests. I told her about the lore in the meantime, about where we were and what it meant and how cool it was to be in this world. She found the mechanics a bit simple, to tell the truth, but I think she enjoyed doing something together. Then, she asked a strange question.
tessa: can i pause the game somehow?
ranpa: it's a whole world! ? you can't pause it just for yourself
She later said she knew that, but was hoping I'd take the hint.
tessa: but i need a break
tessa: that pitcher of lemonade is all empty....
ranpa: and you need to refill it? ?
tessa: well, that too... ?
tessa: i need to pee
ranpa: shhh, this is normal chat
ranpa: whisper if you want to say things like that ?
ranpa: start your message with /w ranpa
[w] tessa: but can i go pee?
[w] ranpa: well, do you see anywhere you could go?
We were still in Coldridge Valley. Objectively, the place was entirely safe. Half the mobs didn't aggro until you hit them, and I could take any of them out before they were a problem, anyway. But, well, neither of us cared about that.
[w] tessa: there's some bushes there...
[w] tessa: do you need to pee in this game?
[w] ranpa: no, so you'll just have to hold it ?
[w] tessa: not sure how long i can tbh :$
[w] tessa: my bladder is still a bit sore from earlier :$
[w] ranpa: well, tell me when you see a safe spot ?
[w] ranpa: what if a wolf attacks you in those bushes? ?
[w] ranpa: let's do some more quests and then head back to base
If we were playing a shooter, I'd probably be noticing her aim get worse and worse as time progressed. With WoW, especially that era WoW at the lowest levels... Well, there just wasn't all that much to do to really get worse at it. Still, I got a bit of the feeling she might be doing less than great.
[w] tessa: ranpa
[w] tessa: damn
[w] tessa: lets go to town
[w] tessa: ranpa plase
[w] tessa: please master i mean
We'd been playing for about an hour now, and with all that lemonade inside her, I could imagine she was struggling. I don't know why we didn't audio chat, it would have been a good deal more... interesting. Still, at least this way I had logs to read back later.
[w] tessa: ranpa!
[w] tessa: please i just leaked
[w] ranpa: let's go back to anvilmar, you can go there
[w] tessa: what if i cant hold it??
[w] tessa: damn
[w] tessa: my jeans are a little wet
[w] tessa: want to go on video?
[w] ranpa: let's finish this quest first
[w] tessa: i cant wait that long!
[w] ranpa: you can if you know what's good for you ?
[w] tessa: okay master
[w] tessa: may i hold myself?
[w] ranpa: go ahead
[w] tessa: thank you master
[w] tessa: damn damn damn pls hurry
We headed back directly. We did attract a few mobs underway, but Tessa paid no heed when I tried to stop to fight them, and I ran on. She later told me she was leaking regularly by that point. It would have been one hell of a show if I was there to see it. Soon enough, we were there.
[w] ranpa: let's hand in the quests and you can go
[w] tessa: please lets video
[w] tessa: damn
[w] tessa: damn damn damn
She was wetting herself. She logged off, and later told me all about it over chat, and it was hot and great. Not as good as it would have been to see first hand, but it's still a memory I cherish. She told me how the need had crept up on her while she played, not used to being so immersed in a game, and how she had tried to hold on to the last second because she wanted to wet on video for me.
She never asked me why I was so focused on the quests, although I think she suspected. It wasn't her kind of game, and at some point, she gave up on saying hi.
***
The large-scale narrative is, sadly, true. I never thought of getting her into the game, though, and that was that.
Amazingly, even after all these years, just writing this makes me want to play again. Kids, don't do drugs. Not even once for a few months.Also, kids, what are you doing on an 18+ website? Shoo. |
Leaving the gender ambiguous here, though sexual preference is towards girls.
***
It's 22:17 when I write this. I'll get up at 7 tomorrow and go to work, and I promised myself I'd turn off my computer at 21:00 so that I'd have plenty of time to wind down and get to sleep. Read that book that I'd been meaning to read. Think about my life. Try not to think about my life. Instead, I'm sitting here and writing this because I don't have the willpower to go without watching people bursting to pee for a day, and writing this kind of counts for that to my head. My head is strange, though you've probably figured that out by now.
My life isn't bad. I've got a full-time job that pays better than I deserve, and I've got friends back at university who I can always chat with. They're a thousand kilometres away, but that's not a big time zone difference, so what gives? I've got lots of time in the weekends, too. All the time in the world, and I'm the kind of person who can't sit around, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I sat around, after all. I went for a walk today and caught a bunch of Pokémon. My mind says that that means I spent the whole day playing video games, but that's not really true. Is it?
What's wrong with video games, anyway? Why shouldn't I play them? Chess is ancient, and playing chess is worthwhile—why can't I find a single video game where dedicating a few hours of my life would feel as worthwhile as it would be if I spent that time studying chess? Not to mention, sports are games too, so why is moving around with a ball good and walking around with a mobile phone bad? Why can't I use them to meet new friends? For that matter, what is wrong with me that I can't meet new friends?
(There's this irony in making friends online, in that they probably aren't going to be any closer than the friends you already have but are physically separated from, so it makes little sense. Maybe friends you make online are optimised for online-friendship and so provide more value? I don't know.)
Anyway, you didn't come here to hear me complain about my life. There's a streamer I found on Twitch who has to pee once in a while. She's been linked to from this forum, but I'd rather not name her. I looked through her videos to find the points where she has to pee, and then watched those bits, trying to see if I could tell from her body language. With her, sometimes I can, sometimes I can't. You would think, with all the omorashi content available online, there must be something better to watch. Surely the porn industry, even the relatively small omorashi porn industry, could produce higher quality than a streamer who was mostly only visible from the waist up?
You would think that if that's enough for me, I could go to a bar and socialise a bit and hear girls tell me they have to pee entirely au naturel, maybe solving my other problems. Why does this idea not appeal to me in the least? Is it that I can't rewind a few minutes and see if I can notice anything, when things happen like that? Is my mind that screwed up? Or is the idea of going out there just scary enough to balance out any benefit I might imagine?
(I've got plenty of fantasies involving real people, with me playing an active role. When I started with Pokémon Go, I was imagining going out with a group of people and catching Pokémon together, and maybe someone would need to go... The problem with the fantasy was that I never found anyone to play together with. There's a Discord group for trainers in my area, and I've been considering joining, but with a fantasy like that—even if they don't know me—aren't I being a creep?)
The weird thing is that except for the guilt of not doing anything, I'm fine. I love my work, and for five days a week, not doing anything isn't even true. I'm reasonably happy with my body, happier than I'd been in ages, though still too self-conscious to dare go to a gym. Heck, I have the money that it feels like I should be able to buy happiness—I certainly don't know what else to spend it on.
I'm sorry, was this not what you were looking for? You wanted something to turn you on? You wanted here—the one place I can talk about my fetish openly—to be a place I don't seriously discuss my feelings on the matter?
(Yeah, fair enough, the above really hasn't got much to do with the fetish, though damn it makes it more awkward to get into a relationship. I think I just associate it with it because it's so central to my life. Also, because this is one of the few places I'm anonymous, so I can actually get all this off my chest. Fine, here's a story for you.)
Back when I went out to catch Pokémon, I was feeling... adventurous. I'd had a bunch to drink throughout the morning, and I knew that I should really wait a bit and pee one more time before I went out. Instead, I poured myself an extra glass. It would get me nice and full, I thought, but probably not so full I'd have to use a public bathroom.
If you've never played Pokémon Go: the game is set up in a way that the Pokémon spawn mostly where there are people, and so it tends to pay to walk along busier roots. I wish it was the other way around, that you would be rewarded for going where no man had gone before, but maybe that's something best kept for special events. As things are, the more publicly you show how much of a dweeb you are, the more the game will reward you.
I was about forty minutes in when I realised that standing still to catch a Pokémon was becoming a little bit hard. If walking around to find magical pets wasn't enough to make me look like a little kid, shuffling around like I was too busy with my game to just go pee completed the image. I did mention I'm a full grown adult with a job, right? I don't even look young any more. Just really, really immature.
For about half an hour, I kept telling myself I had the situation under control. Okay, I sometimes had to cross my legs, and at some point I had to sit down on a bench and take a little while to get it together and not pee my pants. That was more or less the moment I admitted the situation was, possibly, getting a bit out of hand.
My phone buzzed. There was a Ghastly nearby. Priorities? I don't know what you're talking about. I caught it. I held myself with my other hand to not have an accident, but at least I was distracted, which made it... better? Look, honestly, I'm not trying to excuse it. It was really stupid of me. I stood up and leaked, just a little.
I knew I wasn't going to make it anywhere, but it being broad daylight and me wearing jeans, I really didn't want to wet myself completely. Normally, I really condone that kind of thing, but it was an emergency and the only relevant thing I saw when I looked around were a bunch of dumpsters and I'd seen videos of people peeing behind those...
So, yeah. I had to pee behind a dumpster, completely sober, on a Sunday afternoon. I feel like there should be some way to tie that back to what I was saying earlier, but honestly, I don't know. Maybe, just to repeat... What is wrong with me? |
Thanks. ?
***
"The convention was packed with people, the place slightly dim, like a bedroom illuminated by a single screen. When you were looking at the screen, it didn't feel dark at all, but no outside observer would have called it bright. Like a hallucinogenic party, it was a place of light and excitement for those who were partaking, and a morbid gathering of not-quite-there people enjoying"
I stopped writing. I had promised myself to write something in third person for once, but this just wasn't working. I'd been staring at the screen for half an hour now, and this was the best I could come up with. It's not like I hadn't had a good idea: there were two sisters, Viola and Lyra. They were good friends... I decided to try again.
"Viola and Lyra were sisters, born two years apart, and hard to separate since then. While other girls played with toys and... whatever... Lyra and Viola spent their time on the couch, playing video games."
This was terrible! I stopped writing again, if that wasn't clear. The sentences just weren't coming out the way they were supposed to: they were all jagged and stilted and ugh. This was why I made this thread, of course, so I could write sentences that you could grate cheese with and not feel guilty about it, but damn, I still had some pride!
Why couldn't I just tell a proper story about two sisters who have always liked video games and now, having grown up and almost finished college, finally had the money to go to a convention? Tell about their excitement to be there, the way they went from stall to stall? How their eyes bulged from excitement, each pointing out things to the other? Why, for that matter, is it so much easier to write in questions?
I attempted to start again. Maybe I had to approach this systematically. Break down the large-scale structure of the story, come up with the scenes, write it out. Maybe I just couldn't put it into words because I didn't know where it was going. I knew roughly what I wanted: they would get to the convention, play some games, have a few drinks, get into a game particularly much, and then be a little late in heading to the bathrooms. Not that hard a thing to tell about, I would have thought. In fact, given that's exactly what I had done, I could be sure I'm capable of it. Except, you know, it would be nice if the description was sufficient to be of interest to anyone.
As an aside, I'm not sure why I'm writing this in past tense. It's bloody inconvenient, and doesn't fit where I'm going with it. My apologies for the half-way change, but I'll go back to editing this story once I edit the story inside it.
It could just be because my fantasies don't work in a serial way. I don't imagine a girl having a lot to drink, and then going somewhere and getting desperate, and finally not making it. I imagine her desperate—then think of what she must have drunk—then her regretting it as she hurried—then maybe when she first noticed she might have to go—and then the wetting—then back to the desperation, more and more desperation—and then a different wetting, in a different place—and then how her friend actually had to go too—how they actually drank together—and the wetting of the friend—but I'm not in the mood for another wetting, let the friend pee in the bushes—then them talking about how bad they have to go, back when they both still think they'll make it.
That's not a story, not even a storyline: maybe a storytree, if you're generous. A random sampling from a space of story possibilities with a few parameters fixed, a glimpse of what could be. The consistency is only there as long as it makes it better: if one moment I think it would be hot for them to try to prove to each other that they've got the stronger bladder, and the next I decide that it's better if they're too shy to let anyone know they have to go, well, suddenly that whole drinking scene never happened. What did happen? Well, I'm sure my mind will supply it when I'm out of ideas for the desperation scenes, and I have a suspicion it'll overturn half the plotline again. That's a good thing, when it's all just in my head: I definitely don't mind revisiting Viola as she wonders whether it might be time to find the bathroom, or Lyra posing with the guy dressed as Deadpool and wondering whether he can tell she's fidgeting.
Maybe, to be honest, it's just because most of the things I come up with, they're not even hot to me, when I put them into words. "Too shy to go?" Meh, yeah right. "Competing who can hold longer?" Uh-uh, and then they'll arrive at my door and tell me how happy they are to see me. "Just distracted by games?" Well... It could happen. I always hold it until I'm bursting when I'm playing, just because I don't notice anything. But there is one moment of hotness in that idea, one moment that I cannot grasp with words. I can tell you about how Viola squirmed and clenched her thighs, how she wished she could sit down and press the controller into her crotch as she always did at home, but... There, did you catch it? It was in there somewhere, that moment. I can't carry it over, though.
I guess the only part I can really tell about properly is the one that actually happened. It was closer to the evening. Viola and Lyra had started on the butterbeer, Harry Potter fans that they were. They were both only tipsy, but they liked to play it up, to blame on the alcohol any silliness they wanted to indulge in. They were playing Super Smash Bros at a stand, rather more loudly than necessary. Focused on the game as they were, it was up to the onlookers to notice just how much both girls looked like they needed a wee. Viola was standing mostly still, leaning over forwards just a little, but her bum was rapidly wiggling left and right, just slightly enough for the experienced eye to notice. Lyra was crossing and uncrossing her legs, her controller alternating between being pressed to her breasts and held up to her bladder. Neither was even considering asking for a break.
It happened to Lyra first. She failed a jump, her character fell down, and she exclaimed in frustration. Her hand, free from the controller for a moment, grabbed her crotch and her eyes went wide. "Fuck," she said, realising what was going to happen, but much too late to stop it. "Fuck," she repeated, and felt her hand grow warm, her bladder emptying full-force into her Link costume.
It took Viola another second to realise what was happening. Truth be told, she likely would have made it to the bathroom if she had been alone, but the giggle that she gave when she saw her sister wet herself kept going, then turned into a laugh, and in a minute she too was spurting into her underwear. She tried to bring it under control—it happened all too often that she leaked when laughing, she could hold it—and then she couldn't anymore and she too was peeing, blushing, trying to disappear through the floor. With her Zelda dress, a little leak wouldn't have been noticeable, but she was leaving a puddle, and the front of her dress was drenched from when she tried to give herself a quick squeeze.
Well, I guess that will do for the ending. I wonder how they got so desperate, though? |
Hey, to bring you something different: Ranpalan and I are kind of... seeing each other, sometimes, and I... uhm, I kind of like it when he tells me what to do. Blush. And he asked me to write about what happened last week, when we went out together, and I'm really not good with words, so he said he wouldn't let me pee until I was done.
Okay, let me just make this clear: I. Am. Not. Good. With. Words. You have been warned. I've been staring at this screen for half an hour now before I even got this far. And Ranpa has been bringing me tea, so I'm a little worried about how this is going to go and oh god I really should start writing now, shouldn't I?
(He just asked me if I already have to pee. Yes, I do. It's not like you warned me beforehand when you made me do this, and if I keep drinking then things can get very bad very quickly. I'm going to get back to writing now, if you don't mind.)
So, last week, we went to see a band together. It was a rock band performing in an alternative-ish place, quite small, really. I'm a fan of small performances like that, even if the bands aren't very well known (and, well, duh, or they wouldn't be playing like that). I dressed up a little fancy, dark denim skirt, a fake leather jacket, put in my barbed earrings. To be honest, I wasn't sure inviting Ranpa along was even a good idea, though I'm sure he was happy that he came in the end. ?
When we arrived, the band was just setting up and Ranpa bought me a beer. I'm not a big drinker, but it just felt like the kind of thing that would be right, you know? Rock band, biker guys sitting at the bar. I was really happy not to be alone now, by the way. I drank my beer and we chatted, and even got talking to some other students who were also there for the band. The owner probably hadn't expected so many people to show up, it was getting quite crowded, and warm, too. Ranpa got me another beer, so I gave him a look, you know, "You're just doing this so you can see me squirm," and he gave me a look, like, "Yes. Duh."
(We just had much the same exchange now, actually. I need to pee. Fuck, I shouldn't have spent so much time thinking of how to start. I don't want him to notice, but I'd really like to just hold myself now. He's not looking right now, so I just grabbed myself quickly and it's helping, but I think he's going to turn around soon. Also, typing with one hand sucks.)
I was going to pee before the performance started, but Ranpa had given me a hug and whispered "no," so that wasn't an option. Someone had gotten our whole group a round of drinks, so I was working on my third beer, and did I mention I'm not very good with alcohol? I was getting giggly, and during the first song I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, and then the neck, and he kind of gently pushed me away and told me to wait until home, or he'd make me wait until home. At first I didn't get it and it just sounded funny, but then I realised what he meant, and honestly, I thought he might do that. I was shifting from foot to foot now, wishing I could sit down. He could tell, the git, and he put his hand on my ass, and then turned me around and pressed me against him. I almost leaked from the pressure, but then I pretended I was going to start kissing him again and he let me go. It was still getting worse, though.
(Speaking of leaking, I think I might have, uhm, you know... I'm still not holding myself, but I'm sure he's noticed from my shuffling that I really do have to go. He's totally enjoying this, the jerk. Love you, Ranpa.)
He let me go then. He's nice like that: he knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy the band if he hadn't. There wasn't a line or anything, and it felt good to let go, but I knew that I'd have to go again quickly. The band was about half-way through their performance by then, though, and I could probably hold that long. Even with that fourth beer Ranpa got me, which was just not a good idea in the first place.
(Just like this new cup of tea. I. Am. Full! If you want me to write something good, don't make me drink so much!)
The rest of the performance was a lot of fun, and I mostly just noticed the alcohol loosening me up. Everything was hilarious, I kept trying to kiss Ranpa and he was getting embarrassed and that was fun. Long story short, though, by the end, I kind of needed to pee. It wasn't as bad as the last time, not yet, but I was starting to shift around a bit and I think the beers must have been doing something as well because I got really whiny and kept pouting and asking if I could go and he clearly didn't want people to see that.
(Fuck fuck fuck I leaked a lot just now sorry writing is hard.)
We went out onto the street and we started heading to the bus stop, but I knew I couldn't hold it the whole ride home, even if it wasn't bad yet, and I kept thinking I could pee in some bushes no no fuck
Sorry guys, I, uhm, didn't make it. Blush. We're a bit busy now, maybe I can write the rest later. |
I just had the weirdest experience.
Jacquelyn, friend of mine, she had started seeing a guy recently. We've been friends since high school, and the guy looked nice enough, so I mentioned it could be fun to hang out together sometime and soon enough she invited me to a kind of game night they were having. She warned me that they usually played drinking games, and I told her I didn't mind at all, she knew I didn't mind a drink. It didn't seem like quite her thing, though, and I guess I should have picked up then that something was up.
We met up at her place. Apart from Jacquelyn and her boyfriend—Jake, he introduced himself—there was another girl, Penny. She was wearing a cute dress, bright blue, and had two ponytails. She had a handbag with a picture of a pink-haired girl with a red ribbon, drawn in an anime style. I'll be honest, if she didn't have... if she wasn't so well-endowed, I'd have thought she was a little kid. She was drinking a milkshake through a straw when I came in, as if we were at a fucking Starbucks or something. I can't explain it, but something about her felt off.
Jacquelyn wasn't making me feel any more comfortable about the situation. She was in denim overalls I didn't even know she had, and was drinking a huge cup of tea. I know, there's nothing wrong with any of that, but it just wasn't like her! She always complained that tea made her pee every five minutes, and she was a skirts kind of girl. I was the opposite, I loved the feeling of tight jeans pressing up against me. I was a pretty big tea drinker, too, so I didn't say no when her boyfriend offered me a cup.
"We'll be playing Clank!, if you know it," he said, "But with a bit of a drinking twist. We call it Gulp!."
It sounded good to me. In case you don't know it, Clank! is a combination of a boardgame and a deck-building game. You have a character who moves around a dungeon, and you have a bunch of cards that let you perform special abilities. In the original, while you played you sometimes had Clank! events, which meant your character made a loud noise and got just a little closer to waking up the dragon. In this version, you also had to take a big drink from your glass.
"Okay, finish up your drinks everyone and let's roll for bathroom order," Jacquelyn's boyfriend said. His role didn't seem to be part of the original game: he was playing as the dragon, in one sense or another.
"Bathroom order?" I asked. The other two hadn't even batted an eye!
"Before the game, you can go to the bathroom. It makes sense if the player who has the first turn also goes to the bathroom first, that way it's more fair. We're still balancing this bit, maybe it would be fairer to require him or her to also drink some amount," the boyfriend explained.
"Why does it matter?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer. Jacquelyn hadn't warned me about this, I shot her a glance, but she didn't respond.
"During the game, you can only go to the bathroom if you use a special power, or if you get back out of the dungeon," her boyfriend explained, "It's part of what makes this version better."
"Don't be a spoilsport, Mel," said Jacquelyn to me, "You've always been able to hold it longest, anyway, it's not like you'll even notice it."
It was, to some extent, true. When we went out clubbing, I was least often the one to have to squat in an alleyway, although I've had my close calls. More than once, I only made it because the alcohol assured me nobody would mind me unbuttoning my jeans, taking off just a bit of that pressure. Besides, if I'd known this, I would have been a bit less eager with the tea...
Still, I wasn't the kind to quit, not before even starting. "Oh sure," I said, "Been a while since I saw you in wet pants, anyway."
Her boyfriend shot Jacquelyn an interested glance, but neither said anything. We rolled. Jacquelyn could pee first, then me, and then Penny. I didn't really have to go, but I could tell the tea was going to hit me later. Or sooner, if alcohol was involved, I corrected myself.
The first half an hour was a lot of fun. We were drinking beer, taking big swigs of it each time we got a Clank! effect, and laughing about the whole thing. I think the whole idea would have worked pretty well, and I suspect that someone playing as the dragon really did make the game better. The bastard was only doing it to give himself authority over the game, that was pretty obvious, but he didn't abuse it or favour any of us. He did come up with various ways of getting us to drink, but Penny and Jacquelyn seemed to not mind at all, so I didn't say anything either.
I could feel the beer, though, in more ways than one, and apparently so could the others. Jacquelyn was the first who brought it up.
"I wonder if I should go back to the surface, I'm definitely going to need to pee soon," she said.
"I was trying not to think of it!" whined Penny, "But I want some treasure first."
"What about you, Mel?" Jacquelyn asked.
"I'm fine," I lied. I'm not sure why. I could feel my jeans getting tighter, and with the dragon getting stronger, I thought we'd end up drinking more before we got up. Still, it didn't feel right to admit it.
Another twenty minutes passed. I'm not sure why, but my bladder was filling up at record speed, even taking into account how much I'd been drinking. The other two looked no better off, though, with Jacquelyn squirming around and Penny sometimes pressing a hand to her crotch. I thought she'd be more discreet about it, but it was almost like she was showing off how much she had to go.
"Mel, you sure you're still fine?" asked Jacquelyn, poking me in the stomach playfully.
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"Just curious..." she said, "You look a little uncomfortable. It's the first time you're playing, maybe you want a hint when it's a good time to head back out of the dungeon?"
The other two had already turned back, but I still wanted to get a bit further first. It wasn't a good idea: I knew that really, I was getting close to my limit, especially with my jeans buckled up, especially with a steady stream of beer still pumping into my system. But what's the worst that could happen? They'd dock my points and I'd go to the bathroom, or something like that. I could hold it a little longer, anyway.
Penny had one hand lodged between her legs now, and Jacquelyn was pacing around the room. They were both getting close to the exit, but it was taking a long time—to be honest, I knew I wouldn't make it out by then. Another two turns, and Penny was out. As she raced off to pee, I saw that the back of her dress had a small wet patch. I looked at Jacquelyn, wanting to whisper something about it, but stopped in my tracks.
Jacquelyn had taken a step out into the open, looking at the bathroom door, and was bobbing up and down. There were two thin streaks of pee down the sides of her legs. Her boyfriend was staring at her. I heard the toilet flush, and then there was a pitter-patter. I could hardly believe my eyes. Jacquelyn was wetting herself.
The bliss on her face almost made me run to the bathroom, but Penny was still in there, and I was a bit too stunned, anyway. Jacquelyn and her boyfriend cleaned up the puddle with surprising efficiency, and then she slipped into the bathroom just as Penny came out.
I focused on the game again. During the distraction I had unbuttoned my jeans, hiding it under my t-shirt. I could feel the zipper slipping down, and I hoped nobody would notice, though by now I didn't really care. Giving myself a quick squeeze when I thought nobody was looking, I felt a little wetness.
"Jacquelyn?" I called, "Are you going to be in there for long?"
The shower started to run.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I exclaimed. She knew I had to pee! "There's no second bathroom, is there?"
The two shook their heads.
"Can you open it from the inside? I can pee while she showers," I asked, trying to think of something. It wouldn't have been the first time, truth be told.
"You're not out of the dungeon yet," Jacquelyn's boyfriend remarked.
"Fuck your dungeon!" I all but shouted, "I have to pee! I'm not going to make it out!"
"Well..." he said, looking at Penny for support.
"Do you have a bucket or something?" I asked. I was pacing around now, just as Jacquelyn had been, occasionally pressing my fingers into my crotch. The fucker was watching me intently, but didn't say anything.
"Fuck you!" I shouted. I looked around. We were in the living room, the kitchen was to the side...
I wasn't going to piss myself. I thought of telling the two not to look, but heck, it's not like they'd listen. Rushing to the kitchen, I pulled my pants down to my ankles. A spurt of pee burst out of me, but I managed to control the flow, then lifted myself onto their kitchen counter and let go into the sink. There were dishes, but I didn't care. That, fucking hell, I needed that.
I'm not sure what to do now. Jacquelyn tried to call me, to explain. I'm not sure what I'm afraid of: her telling me what I know is the truth, or her, my best fucking friend, lying to me for the sake of some piece-of-shit guy.
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If you read this yesterday, you may have noticed I changed the ending. The previous one flowed better, but I couldn't leave it with a clean conscience.
Edited January 15, 2019 by Ranpalan
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This one is for @Weasel. I promised it to him ages and ages ago and then real life got in the way, but here it is. 🙂
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I don't like it when a girl holds her pee for me.
Okay, that's not entirely true. I like it when a girl holds her pee. I like it when she wants to please me. But when she's just holding it for the sake of pleasing me, even if she could go any moment? It's just not really my thing. I like there to be a real risk.
When Christine and I got together, we told each other about our fetishes pretty much right away. She liked to be slightly dominated---she wanted me to sometimes tell her to do this or do that, and I was all too happy to oblige. Mostly, I made her drink.
Not alcohol, she wasn't really into that. When she was at work, I told her to get that extra coffee before a meeting; when she went on a run, I told her to stay extra hydrated; when we went to the movies, I got her the biggest soda they offered. She handled it pretty well, really, and as her bladder proved itself equal to the task again and again, I started increasing the volume further and further.
She didn't actually mean to wet herself. She knew I'd love it, but she wasn't comfortable with that, not even in the privacy of the shower, never mind with a whole bunch of people. She was a little arrogant in that sense: she believed that however bad it got, she could handle it. Mind over matter, hand in crotch, a dribble doesn't count: she could make it.
The morning we went to the ren faire, I made her drink two cups of coffee and then a large bottle of water in the car, and honestly, I thought she'd be fine. She was wearing a long skirt and a jumper that day, and I could tell her stomach was a little more pronounced than usual from all the liquid. We kissed as we waited in line for the entrance, and she whispered "I've kind of got to pee, but let's walk around a bit first."
She did that kind of thing often. She knew her limits very well, and she liked to tease me with the idea that maybe at some point she would miscalculate: I think the satisfaction of turning out to be right gave her a bit of a kick, really. She'd put it off just a bit, just enough to make sure she was doing the slightest dance when she got to the bathroom. Just enough for me to give me a few chances to run a sneaking hand over her abdomen and feel the fullness.
We arrived at a good time: somewhat ahead of the crowd, and just in time to see the start of a procession of people in costume. Though renaissance in name, the event attracted people dressed up in all kinds of ways, and I was happy to stand with my arms wrapped around Christine's waist, pressed up closer and closer against the barrier as more people came to watch.
I knew how she showed desperation. A gentle up and down movement of the hips, her fingers sometimes pinching my hands, her bladder hardening.
"You alright, sweetheart?" I asked.
"Any idea how much longer this will be?" she replied.
I hadn't noticed until that point, but the end of the procession was in sight: a final carriage, modelled as a dragon, with the three horses pulling it dressed as if they were its heads. It didn't work all that well, to be honest, but Christine still wanted to see it, and I wasn't about to object. I could tell she was doing all she could to not grab herself then and there.
When it passed, we found ourselves following a slowly dispersing crowd away from the railing, looking around for signs of a bathroom. As it turned out, the sign most clearly visible was a long line of women. Christine groaned, and we joined at the end.
I think I knew then that something wasn't as usual. It's not that she looked more desperate than usual: in fact, it was something of the opposite. I'd seen her squirm around before, seen her hold herself and complain. Now she stood still, hands clenched in fists at her sides, legs pressed close together. The line moved, slowly. Christine stood chewing on her lip.
Panic filled her eyes and she grabbed herself with one hand, grabbing my hand with her other. She stood frozen and I thought she would lose it, but no: she stood back up and pulled me along, still holding herself, looking frantically at the tents. I'm sure that with the spectacle she was making we had no chance whatsoever of privacy, but I don't think the thought crossed her mind.
"I am never holding it again," she mumbled as she walked, and though the words stung, it wasn't the first (or the last) time she said them. The faire stands were all placed close together, with no room for her to sneak between and relieve herself. The bushes were all a little too thin and a little too visible.
Suddenly, she stopped and turned to me and I could tell it was too late. Her hands pulled at her skirt, straightening it out, pulling it away from her crotch now, and the hissing got louder and louder. She stepped forward and leaned on me, and I could tell she was crying, and I gave her a hug, and still she was peeing.
I don't know how we got away with that without so much as a fine. I bought her a new set of clothes and she changed in the bathroom, taking way too long and letting me see a few more girls squirm about while I waited. That's a story for another time, though---as are the times she has "misjudged" herself since. Those ones were intentional, I think, but this one was real.
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The prompt was roughly "an intentional hold goes too far"; dunno if this counts, but hope you like it. 🙂 |
June and I met when I was out on a walk in the forest, sitting on a bench and reading some fantasy book or other. I had been so engrossed that I hadn't noticed the dog approaching me until it was sniffing my hand, and I was so startled I almost dropped my book. Regaining my composure, I looked around for the owner and found myself looking at a—rather cute—chubby twenty-something who was clearly trying not to laugh.
"Sorry, sorry," June said cheerfully, coming towards me, "Dick, stay! Good boy!"
"No need to be," I said, "May I pet him?"
And just like that, we were talking. Dick loved the attention I was giving him, and June was all too happy to tell about him—or, seemingly, to have a chance to talk to anyone at all. I was feeling the isolation just as bad, to be honest, and was happy to finally have someone to chat with.
"By the way, I never introduced myself," June said after we'd been talking for a good quarter of an hour, "I'm June. They/them."
"Oh," I said, "Ben. Uh. He/him, I guess."
"Nice to meet you," they said.
To be honest, I felt like I'd made an awful ass of myself, but June didn't seem to mind my awkwardness and—after a brief lull in the conversation while we turned back to Dick—we were talking lively again. June was wearing a jacket that hid their form well, and I did my best not to seem too curious. I think part of it was that my first thought on seeing them had been that they were cute, and... well, there wasn't anything rational to it, but the whole thing was making me curious.
We spoke for another half hour, talking of hobbies, before June said they had to be going. Somehow, the topic of staying in touch never came up, though I definitely kicked myself more than once for not asking for their number.
Our next meeting was just as coincidental: it wasn't even at the same bench, though I'd spent quite some time reading there in the hope of June coming by again. Later, they told me that they'd seen me but didn't know if I wanted them to intrude—June was a shy person, and it was only because this time I was the one to find them that we got talking again.
After that second meeting, though, our chats became a regular thing. Still most often unplanned, we'd run into each other and have long conversations about whatever was on our minds. I told them about all my favourite fantasy stories and my aspirations as a writer; they told me about the history they studied, and what it was like to be non-binary. In contrast to the mess that was 2020, my times with June were fascinating and care-free, and eventually couldn't help but admit to myself that I was falling for them.
I had no idea how to broach the subject. When we'd briefly talked about relationships, June hadn't mentioned having a partner, but had also been much less willing to discuss the matter than they had been with other subjects. It seemed insensitive to bring it up directly, and I was afraid it could ruin the dynamic we had now, but there was no way I wasn't giving this a shot.
I finally gathered the courage at the end of one of our walks. June always said they had to be going within an hour or two of us meeting, without much warning and with no timing I could understand. We'd be walking for a while and then, usually when we stopped for a little waiting for Dick, they'd mention that they had to head home. This time, June had clearly been waiting for me to finish telling about the story I was writing.
"Ben," they said, "Sorry, I'm getting tired. Can we continue this tomorrow?"
They were shifting from foot to foot the slightest bit, and their jeans, always a little tight on their rather round belly, seemed to be cutting into it slightly sharper than usual.
"Of course," I said, "By the way, would you be up for a... picnic?"
"Sure, yeah," they said. They had their legs pressed tightly against each other, shifting their hips side to side just the slightest bit. "Wait. Like a date?"
"Uh," I said, "Yeah, if you like?"
June seemed a little uncertain and for a moment, I thought I may have pushed things too far, but then they nodded and gave me a smile.
"Tomorrow," they said, "I've really got to go now, though!"
Just like that, they hurried away. Looking back at it, it was quite obvious what the matter was, but I hadn't even thought of it at the time, not even when, having walked quite a bit further, June stuck their hand between their legs and gave themselves a quick squeeze.
For the next day I packed some sandwiches and a bottle of wine. June showed up without Dick this time and was wearing a loose-fitting dress that reached down to their knees. Until then, we'd been keeping a reasonable distance between each other, and I felt my heart skip a beat when they came by to walk side by side with me. It skipped another when we got to the bench where we'd first met and sat together, so close our shoulders touched. It sounds silly when I write this, but this had been the closest I'd been to another person in six months.
I'm a terrible conversationalist. With all this on my mind, I brought up the isolation and how it was making me feel. June had fared no better, and though they seemed reluctant at first to start on the wine, with the topic as depressing as it was, we seemed to both need a glass, and then another.
"This is the closest I've been to someone since this all started," they admitted. We'd been sitting and talking for half an hour now, and what had started as an occasional brushing of shoulders now turned into them leaning against my side.
"Same," I said, "I know we're not supposed to, but..."
I gestured with my glass at the world in general, and then wrapped an arm around June's waist. They looked down shyly and then laid their hand on my lap.
"To us meeting," I proposed a toast, refilling our glasses with what was left of the wine. June was getting giggly, and having not drunk in weeks, I could feel the alcohol myself.
"To us meeting," they agreed, and we drank, "And to hugs and kisses."
We kissed then; I kissed them on the cheek, and they turned and kissed me back, wrapping their arms around me and pulling me closer. It was inconvenient, what with our glasses still half full and in our hands, so we finished them and set them down, and then they were on my lap and we were making out again, hardly aware anyone may be passing by.
The bench was horribly uncomfortable, to tell you the truth. We changed position over and over again, hands exploring each others' bodies as far as was possible without removing any clothing. I let June feel how hard I was getting for them, and was rewarded with a kiss on my neck; June let me feel their chest, but stopped my hand on their abdomen as I slid it down.
"Not yet," they said, and we kissed again, my fingers running over their waist absent-mindedly, and them shifting to and fro a little as they sat on my lap.
"Ben," they said after a few minutes of this, "Sorry, I... I should go. I have to go."
They stood, and I stood up as well. They were shifting around more now, rubbing their thighs against one another. They seemed on edge.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, suddenly worried.
June laughed, then bent over forwards a little and grimaced.
"No, Ben," they said, "I... I have to pee. You're amazing, and... I kind of put it off too long."
They stepped towards me again and gave me a kiss again, but only a short one, as they grabbed themselves between the legs again.
"I'm sorry," they said, "Oh damn. Ohhh damn."
They looked at me, clearly torn, not wanting me to see them like this, but also not wanting to leave.
"My place is ten minutes walk..." I said.
"Quick, then."
June grabbed themselves twice more as we walked, and then a third time, after which they didn't let go, pressing their dress up tight against their crotch.
"I'm sorry," they said again, "My bladder is tiny as it is, and with alcohol in the mix..."
"It's why you always have to leave, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"You could go in the bushes..."
"I know, but... I don't like it," they said. We were out of the forest now and at a crossing, waiting for the light. June was crossing and recrossing their legs; they let go of their crotch when we left the forest, and I could see a few wet spots where they'd pressed it up against themselves.
"Is it much further?" they asked as we started walking again, their hands clenched in fists.
"Just in here," I said turning towards my house and grabbing the keys.
In the corner of my eye, I could see June grab themselves again as I unlocked the door, first with one hand and then with the other. They hurried in after me as I walked in, more waddling than walking, their face a mask of pain.
"The toilet is..." I began, but it was too late. As soon as the door closed behind them, June gasped, whimpering and clenching tighter with their hands, but unable to control the flood any longer. A few drops fell to the floor and then the room filled with a hissing as they lost control, rivulets running down their legs and to the floor. It felt like an eternity, though all in all it could not have been more than half a minute.
You can imagine the rest. I helped them clean up, they showered, and we've been together since. That wasn't the last accident I saw June have, either, but the rest are a story for another day.
***
Thought a little feel-good story would be fitting for these times. |
(cw: sexual stuff)
The summoning had actually worked.
I was standing in my kitchen and across from me, leaning against the counter, was a redhead, twenty or so years old, her hair in a short ponytail. She wore a tank top and shorts, both black with red stitches, and was looking at me mischievously, drumming her fingers on the wood behind her. Between us were the remains of the circle: wind-swept lines of chalk that I had spent the last hour etching carefully.
"Should I turn around to give you a better view?" she asked after a few seconds of awkward silence—seconds I had, admittedly, spent looking her over.
"Sorry," I said, "Uhh, I..."
She took a step towards me and put her hands on my sides, giving them a gentle squeeze and looking up at me, her face inches from mine. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her, and suddenly what I think she had meant as a gentle kiss turned into a firm, long hug.
"Are..." she said, "Are you okay?"
This was 2020, by the way. Nobody I knew was okay, though we tried to pretend. It was three months into the lockdown that I'd started looking for a supernatural solution, and now, a few months later, I had actually made one work. Never mind sex, I'd give my soul for a hug. I explained, poorly.
"Jeez, man," she said when I was done, and hugged me a little tighter, "I'm sorry. I've not been down in a while... Let's try again."
She leaned back a little so that she was looking up at me, hands moving back to my waist. I kept mine around her, playing her hair.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Alice, and I'm here to satisfy your desires. I can't read your mind, though, so you'll have to tell me, but I'm going to do my best to make sure you have an unforgettable evening. Now. What should I call you, and did you have any plans for us"
"Hey," I said. She squeezed my side encouragingly, still looking up. Her smile was contagious: I found myself smiling back, egged on my her enthusiasm. "I'm Ran, and I was hoping we'd—you'd—drink something, and... Uh..."
To be honest, I hadn't actually made much of a plan. I had beer in my fridge, and there was plenty of water of course, but I had no idea how her body worked. Would she even need to pee, or would it just disappear into a heavenly void?
"Look, uh—if I were to give you a whole lot to drink—just juice, for example—what would happen?"
Alice had been looking at me the whole time as I waited. Her lips twitched in amusement when I asked my question. Pulling me a little closer, she stood on tip toe and whispered into my ear.
"What would you like to happen?"
"I—I want you to need to pee," I admitted, "I want you to be absolutely bursting but to put it off for some reason. And then when you finally do decide to go, I want you to not make it. I mean, I want you to wet yourself, because you put it off too long and can't hold it..."
Between the way she held me close and the images going through my head, I was getting hard, and I was sure she could tell.
She kissed me then, a chaste kiss on my cheek, and at the same time let my crotch rub against her waist. I noticed her clothes had changed while I wasn't paying attention: now both tank top and shorts were crimson, with black stitches.
"Let's watch a movie," she suggested, "Get me a drink to go with it, and... actually, I think I'd like a glass of water now, too."
I gave her a glass—a tall one that I'd bought thinking of how hot it would be to see a girl chug it all at once. The reality was almost as hot as my imagination had been: she filled it up and then drank it down with a vigour, taking gulp after gulp. I could see her bare belly extending slightly as the liquid filled her up.
Alice was about to fill it up again, but I got the beer out instead.
"Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" she asked as we walked over to the living room, still embracing, and I'm sure she'd have teased me further if my flat screen TV hadn't caught her quite of guard.
"You guys have gotten a hell of a way since the fifties..." she mumbled as I scrolled through Netflix for something suitable. She was sipping her beer as she looked on, until I finally settled on some old Batman movie.
We sat back on the sofa, half-hugging and sipping our beers once in a while. I thought of making a drinking game out of it, but it didn't seem fitting: instead, we slowly went through our drinks and cuddled up closer as time wore on. I finished mine and set the can aside; she finished hers and grabbed another, and then another.
I put my free hand on her stomach at some point, stroking her absent-mindedly. She rewarded me with a kiss on my cheek, and then another—and then, when she took my hand and put it up on her breast, I realised that maybe I was focusing a little too much on the movie and that she was trying to tell me something.
She was shifting around a little—now that I noticed it, I could hardly believe I'd missed it, since her hip was rubbing up against mine quite actively. She gave me another kiss, this time on my lips, and I kissed her back, squeezing her breast gently as I pulled her close.
"You're cute," she said, giggling, "I bet if I hadn't done that you'd have watched the movie and missed all the fun."
"You're... you're drunk?"
"I'm only tipsy! And besides, I'm a lightweight."
"Anyway, even if I had kept watching, we could have had fun after the movie!"
Alice grinned again then and climbed onto my lap. Perched on it, with one leg on either side of me, she kissed me again and then leaned in closer and whispered, "I don't think I can wait until after the movie..."
"You mean..." I began, but she kissed me again and pressed closer against me, straddling me. I used the chance to reach under her tank top and undo her bra strap, and she gave me another kiss for that.
"You're naughtier than you look," she said, "Hang on, this beer is in the way."
She'd just taken the third can and I could have sworn it was mostly full, but that didn't seem to dissuade her: though not going quite as fast as with the water, she still drank for several seconds and must have finished half the can before pausing for breath.
"If you give me another beer I'll take that to mean you want me drunk," she said with a grin. She shifted a little, and this time I'm sure that was partly just to rub up against me; not that I minded. Holding on to my shoulder with one hand, she finished the can, still shifting as she drank.
"Oh boy, that was more than I thought," she said as she set the can down. She pulled of her tank top and her bra, discarding them onto the floor, and then leaned in for another kiss, messier than our last one. She gripped me tight by the shoulders, and I had my arms around her, pulling her closer against me.
She was the one to break off the kiss. Shifting around in my embrace, she took my hand and guided it to her breast again, putting my thumb on her nipple. As I started playing with it she pressed herself a little closer to me again, now grinding up against me for another reason than her need to go.
"Fuck, that beer went right through me," she said with another giggle, and then kissed my neck, "I should—ahh—probably go soon, but—mmmh—I don't want you to stop yet..."
I took her other breast in my hand as well and pulled her closer, into another kiss, this one much longer, punctuated by her gasps and moans. She was shifting around more now, and when I slipped a finger down to her abdomen I felt a fullness, a firm bulge just under her waist.
Alice squeezed her legs tight when I pressed on it gently and hugged me tight as well, breaking off the kiss and begging inarticulately for me to stop. At once, I did, and she pouted at me.
"I told you, I need to pee," she said, "Look what you made me do..."
She turned around, sitting on my lap with her back against my chest, with her legs on either side of mine and my arms wrapped around her. She undid the button on her shorts and guided my hand in, pressing my fingers up against a wet spot on her underwear. With my other hand I grabbed her breast again, playing with her nipple a little less gently now.
"That—ohh—that's not all arousal anymore," she said, "I should—you should—mmh..."
I rubbed in a circle around the place she had shown me, feeling the wetness, and trying to find the most sensitive spot from the way she writhed and moaned. Her legs were trembling now, and with one hand she was trying to grab her crotch, though my hand was in the way, and when I pressed on her bladder gently with my palm she spurted more pee.
"Fuck..." she mumbled between moans, "I can't hold it—mmh—much longer... Please... Oh fuck that's that's good..."
I slipped my hand into her underwear, lightly pressing on her bladder as I did so and feeling my lap go warm from her leaks. After feeling around for a bit I found what I was looking for, and I stuck my middle finger inside her, running it in and out.
She moaned loudly, gave me another kiss, and then forced my hand out. Pushing herself up, she leaned and kissed me again.
"I'm sorry, I really can't hold it," she said, holding herself tightly with one hand. I could see a wet spot even on her shorts now, a darker red. "I'll be right back, okay?"
She bounced in place as she waited for me to respond, and I was tempted simply to let the silence hang, but it didn't seem right.
"One more kiss," I said, and she leaned in again, taking my face in both hands and giving me a long kiss on my lips.
"Fuck fuck fuck!"
She pulled away, cursing, and stood up. The wet spot had grown and was glistening now, and again she grabbed herself, now with two hands. She stood still, trying to regain her composure enough to move, still trying to find the strength to make it to the toilet.
It was not to be. As soon as she straightened out to take a step the dam burst: the wet spot bloomed and with a clatter she was wetting herself completely, rivulets of pee running down her legs and onto the carpet. I stared, transfixed, as she emptied her bladder, visibly deflating. Her face was a mix of horror at what was going on and relief at finally being able to pee, both mixed with the arousal that had been there before.
Only when she was completely empty did her face go back to the grin it had been back when I summoned her.
"I hope you liked that," she remarked, and then she was no more. |
I boarded the Greyhound bus in the early evening. I'd had some takeaway to eat at the station while I waited, and hopped on after one last bathroom break just in case. The trip was just long enough to make that prudent: five hours, not something that would test my capacity on an empty bladder, but also plenty of time for it to get bad if I were careless.
My seat, almost at the back of the bus, was in the aisle, and I had to get up again when my neighbour for the journey arrived: a cute girl, perhaps two or three years younger than me, blonde, and dressed in light jeans and a tank-top. She had shoulder-length hair and either naturally cheerful or the slightest bit tipsy.
"Hi, I'm Kevin," I introduced myself as I helped her with her bag.
"Heyy, thanks!" she replied. The double y was audible. "Tracy, nice to meet youu!"
The first few questions are always the same. Did we take this route often? (I did; she didn't.) Why were we travelling? (I was heading to visit family; she had been over to a friend.) Do we like Greyhounds? (Haha. No.) What do we do for a living? What did we study in college? Had we seen that new movie? We had, really?
The conversation had gotten well underway before the bus had even moved. I probably wouldn't have noticed we were still standing still, had Tracy not been throwing occasional glances forward.
"Running behind schedule, I guess," I commented as she threw yet another look towards the front.
"Yeah... I wish I'd used the restroom before we left," Tracy commented.
"Want me to let you through?" I asked, but she shook her head.
"I'll wait to the highway, they hate it when you use it during boarding."
She was probably right, and I didn't point out that nobody was boarding at the moment. In fact, everyone seemed to be sitting in much the same kind of anticipation that we were. For a moment I was torn between pursuing the question of just how bad she had to go—a topic, I must admit, that was rather of interest to me—or to try to remember where our conversation had been previously.
Fortunately, I was saved from the choice by an announcement over the speakers, which came just as the bus started moving.
"Ladies and gentlemen, due to a technical issue there are no facilities on board this bus. We will be making an extra stop to accommodate those in need of such. Please excuse the inconvenience."
Well, that was a pleasant surprise. I glanced at Tracy, who pointedly ignored my glance. It's always nice when people are clear.
"So, about that scene," I said, continuing where we had left off and, if I was not mistaken, Tracy seemed relieved for the distraction.
We passed half an hour in conversation like this, talking about the movie, and me wracking my brains about how to turn the focus back onto her "little problem": a problem, mind you, that had her sitting with hips pressed together tightly, not to mention her wiggling her bum whenever she thought I couldn't see. She was so kind as to provide an in.
"That whole scene felt weeird," she said, "It was right after the break when I watched it, and the mood just wasn't there anymore, you know?"
"They cut before that?" I asked, "That's just sloppy!"
"I know!"
"I prefer when they run without breaks, honestly," I probed.
"I... well..." she started, then shifted around a bit and looked out the window for a moment. "To be honest, for a three hour movie I just can't hold it if there's no break."
Music to my ears.
"As in...?" I probed, and she blushed.
"Yeaah," she sighed, then added, "You know, if they wanted people to hold it the whole movie, they really shouldn't give 32oz sodas. I finish mine in the first fifteen minutes and then an hour in, well, it's got to go somewhere."
"Oof," I said, laughing, "I share with my girlfriend and then she drinks most of it, so I guess that's what saves me."
"Lol, she must have an iron bladder then," Tracy laughed.
I tactfully didn't mention the few times my girlfriend hadn't stayed entirely dry. Or that time she wet herself just as we left the cinema. Or the time she peed in the parking lot...
"I guess it's good practice for trips like this," I joked, and she shifted around again.
"Oh, don't remind me, I really wish I'd gone," she said, "I had dinner with my friend and we'd had wine, and maybe I had a bit more than I should have..."
That certainly explained the gigglyness, as well as the rate at which she seemed to be getting more desperate.
"Oh yeah, alcohol just makes it so much worse, doesn't it?" I probed.
"I know, riight?" she said. Now that she'd admitted it was bad, she seemed a lot more open about it. "I'm just glad we didn't go to that German place, if I'd been drinking beer I'd be sitting in a puddle by now. It's always like, five minutes warning and then I'll be pissing, don't care where I am."
"Being a bit tipsy makes that last part easier, fortunately."
"Oh yeah, sober I'd never do some of the stuff..."
She blushed, seeming to recall one memory in particular.
"How are you doing now?" I asked, intentionally vague.
"In terms of tipsiness?" she asked, "I regret that fourth glass of wine, I think. Or in terms of having to take a piss? Hard same there, actually."
"Sounds like you've seen worse, I'm sure you'll be fine..."
"Oh yeah, for now it's okay," she replied. It seemed to be rather a bit of bravado to me: as she said it, she straightened out her back and put her fists down against her thighs, stretching and pushing against herself just that little bit. "But I don't know when that stop will be..."
"Yeah, and besides, it can be so sudden, can't it?"
"Yeah, totally!" she agreed, "So about the movies, one time I was actually smart and didn't get the big soda, just got a small. By the time the break came around I had to go a little bit, but like, not bad or anything. There was a queue, as always, so I got myself a soda refill before going, and then I didn't want to go back out after I'd brought my soda in... soo yeah."
"Ouch, did it hit you hard?"
"You bet." Tracy shifted around slightly, as if in recollection, "In half an hour I'd finished the second small one—so that's, like, a big one in total—and I was fucking bursting. I literally had to hold myself. Like..."
She gestured downwards and grabbed herself with one hand between her legs.
"Is it that bad now?" I asked, and for a moment, she had to think.
"No," she admitted. She was going red in the cheeks somewhat. "That time was... bad."
"How bad?"
"You're gonna laugh at me."
"I promise I won't. Did you have to run for it during the viewing?"
"Well, I should have run for it..." she said, "But I was stubborn, and there was like fifteen minutes left... and suddenly I didn't have to go anymore."
She was bright red now, and I was hornier than I would ever admit.
"Damn. And if that's how bad it gets without alcohol..?"
"Oh, don't get me started!" she laughed, and then added, "And don't make me laugh!"
She was squirming around full force now. Her hand, put between her legs for demonstration, was now firmly wedged there, her other hand resting on the wrist as if to hide it. It was dark outside so we had little to look at but each other. She was very cute, especially like this.
"Was it a funny movie you'd been watching?"
"Lool, no!" she said, "It was some horror film. I was scared, that's part of the reason I didn't go already, I kept imagining someone jumping out. At one point the main girl, she screamed all of a sudden, and I could just feel myself pissing and I couldn't stop..."
"Oh, but then that's just the fear that did it," I suggested, "Lots of people piss themselves in haunted houses and such, too."
She went a slightly darker shade of red.
"Like... me," she admitted, "Though in my defense, that was after beer!"
"What happened?" I asked, perhaps a little tactlessly. She'd been telling with such enthusiasm, that my usual tricks to make it seem natural just didn't seem necessary.
"I had some beer with friends. I went to a haunted house. I came out wet," she said, bluntly, "Do you..." she seemed to want to ask something, but then thought better of it. "Do you want the details?"
"We're not going anywhere," I pointed out, "And it might take your mind off... other things."
"Those aren't other things," she said, with a sigh, "Those are very much the same things. But sure, why not.
"Two friends—one is the one I was visiting here, Rebecca, and another, July—we were playing a drinking game. A "scary stories" kind of thing, where one person tells a story and whenever you gasp or just look scared, you drink. I'm easily scared, so I got pretty far along... and they could tell, so they decided a bit more scaring would do me good. We went to a haunted house nearby (there was a Halloween faire of some sort, you know) and queued for like twenty minutes and then went in. And, so, yeah, by the time we were at the front of the queue I was desperate. Like, hopping-on-the-spot-bent-over, you can probably imagine."
I could, and I liked the sight of that. "Didn't your friends have to go?" I asked.
"Kinda, but not as bad," Tracy admitted. Her second hand reached her crotch now. "Anyway, we went in and... it was pretty scary. But also I was really not paying very much attention because I'd already leaked a bunch and I did not want to piss in front of the actors. Or my friends, but they'd seen that before, so..."
"Wow, how often do you wet yourself?" I asked, a little incredulously. "Like... when was the last time?"
Tracy blushed. She looked away at the window, saw her reflection, then looked back down. Carefully, she pulled her hands out from between her legs—both legs immediately started shaking—and looked at the slight wetness on the fingertips. She grabbed herself again quickly.
"Like... once a week," she admitted, "And if you don't count right now, the last time was yesterday."
"Oh," I said. I'm not sure if I felt lucky, or just like an asshole. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" she said, quickly, "I'm glad you're not weirded out, especially since... I think I'm getting pretty close. I mean... You don't think I'm weird?"
"Do you think I'm weird?"
"A bit. But in a good way."
"Want to tell about yesterday? To take your mind off it."
"Lol, there's no way I can manage to picture that again without losing it..." she said, "But sure.
"It's actually the kind of thing I've had happen dozens of times now. We were out drinking, I'd had a few beers—okay, more than a few—and we were heading back to her place. We were in a taxi and I was sitting pretty much, well, like this, and we just kept hitting bumps. I was not dry. We came to a stop and I got out and I wanted to piss in her front garden—I've had to do that way too many times—and I just..."
She looked down. Her hands, previously pressed tight between her thighs, were now resting to the sides of her legs, and I watched as her crotch grew the slightest bit darker, most pee flowing down into the chair—most, but not quite all.
"So yeah..." she said, "I'm glad you're not weirded out." |
Actually in more of a roleplaying mood but that's taking a while to arrange, so I might as well throw some ideas here... This is just idle wish fulfillment, together with a bit of non-binary representation (inspired by Bombality's awesome art!)
***
It started with a stupid date idea. I was still at university at the time, and one of the clubs had organized a drinking game around the Lord of the Rings movies as a precursor to the upcoming release of the Hobbit, the kind where you take a sip whenever something happens. Being a fan of Tolkien in general I attended all three, each one on a Friday night, which is where I met Charm.
Charm was doing physics, just like me, but they were a year below me so that was the first time I saw them, sitting on the sofa cross-legged and sipping from a large beer bottle. They stood out amongst the rest of us: blonde hair with blue tips reaching roughly to their shoulders, a little chubby under their D&D T-shirt, their lower body hidden by a blanket they'd brought with them. Charm was a little taller than me, I later discovered, and of course there was far more of them that I found once we hooked up... but that's a story for another time.
On the first evening, during The Fellowship of the Ring, we didn't even talk. I noticed that they went to the bathroom three times during the movie, and then again as soon as it was over. That last time, they were clearly having a little trouble walking normally, probably partly because of the alcohol: our hosts had been more than generous with the rules they'd come up with, and most people ended up going through their six packs of beer and then some. That night, I wondered whether they'd held themselves under that blanket while watching the last few scenes, desperate to go but still trying to hang on.
I hadn't intended to sit next to them during The Two Towers, but it worked out that way anyway: there were a few more people now and I only got there at the last moment. That was when Charm introduced themselves, but with the movie already starting we had no time to talk. They wore a skirt that day and were drinking some kind of mixed drink, which got them tipsy and giggly in no time, despite there being far less drinking required by the rules this time.
We were about a third of the way through the movie when I noticed them shifting around: the sofa wasn't very large so we were sitting right next to each other, and I had a pretty strong suspicion why it was that they were shifting from side to side on their bum like that. Sure enough, at the end of the scene Charm stood up and hurried off, almost tripping over me and having to lean on my shoulder for support. "Sorry," they whispered, as they hurried off, "I'm bursting!"
They went again after a little more than hour. I'd just gone to the toilet myself, and as I walked back I could see them sitting on the edge of the sofa, one hand clamped between their legs, the other gripping their pre-filled bottle of rum-cola or whatever it was very tight. They stood up as soon as I approached, no longer holding themselves, but looking a little ashamed as they hurried off again.
It was at that point that I resolved to talk to them after the movie was over. I'm not the most suave person out there, so I spent most of the remainder trying to think of ways to start a conversation. So focused I was on this that it was only at the last scene, with Frodo, Sam and Gollum in the marshes, that I realized I was missing out on something.
"Oh fuck," Charm mumbled next to me as the scene started. They were holding themselves again, one hand pressing the fabric of their skirt tight against their crotch, their legs jiggling in and out as they sat. Their bottle was entirely empty by now, and it wasn't hard to guess that that was making their life a little difficult now.
"Fuuck..." they whispered again, before noticing that I was paying attention, but even then they kept their hand firmly at their crotch. They tried to still their legs, but abandoned that after just a few seconds, instead leaning to me and whispering, their cheeks bright red, "I'm sorry, I've got to pee so bad and I forgot this scene existed..."
They were jiggling up and down now, occasionally looking towards the door as if thinking to make a dash for it. As soon as the credits were rolling they stood up and hurried past me, rushing out the door, and drawing a few laughs from the others. They were clearly the most desperate of us, but they weren't the only one with a full bladder: as soon as the credits were done, about half the people present headed to the toilets. I hung around, hoping Charm would return and that we could get to know each other better.
In the meantime, I mingled with the others. A girl who I'd seen go to the toilet near the end of the movie was talking to the organizers, and hearing the word "pee" I naturally gravitated towards that.
"You've got to plan a break halfway through the movie," she was saying, "Literally nobody can drink that much and hold it the whole time."
"But you can go whenever you want, can't you?"
"But I don't want to miss anything!"
"It's the Lord of the Rings, we've all seen it a thousand times already."
"I haven't—I've not seen it before."
"Wait, what, really?"
"I think she's right," I intervened, before the conversation could change direction, "It would be nice to have a chance to grab new drinks without bothering anyone, and maybe talk to each other. And really, I think if anyone manages to wait through the whole thing they should get a prize or something."
My motivations were, of course, nowhere near as pure as what I set out. Foremost on my mind was the opportunity to speak to Charm, of course, but I wouldn't mind the idea of people trying to hold on just a little longer, knowing that an intermission was just around the corner but not knowing exactly when it would come.
I kept chatting with that group for about another fifteen minutes, keeping an eye out for Charm coming back for their things, but eventually I too had to excuse myself for a much-needed piss, and by the time I'd gotten back, everyone else had dispersed, and Charm's things were gone.
***
This didn't actually reach the point I wanted to describe, but I think it's a good start, so I'll leave it at this for now. |
I was almost late for the showing of The Return of the King: not for any good reason, I'd just gotten carried away with a game and before I knew it I had to rush to make it there. Charm was already seated in their usual spot; I sat down next to them, but didn't have time to say any more than "hi" before the movie started. For their part, Charm seemed a little embarrassed, as if afraid I might ask where they'd disappeared to last time: not that I wasn't curious to know what had happened, of course, but I didn't dare ask yet.
The organisers had changed the rules yet again, and I had missed the explanation, so I had to rely on Charm to fill me in as we watched. They had a carton of orange juice with them, presumably spiked with something. They drank directly from the carton's mouth, carefully raising the whole thing up with two hands. It seemed like it would make it rather difficult to measure out a sip, but if they liked it that way, I wasn't about to complain.
Between explaining some rules, Charm leaned towards me and whispered, "This time there'll be a break in the middle of the movie, by the way."
"Good," I replied, "I'm gonna need one."
I wasn't exaggerating: there were quite a few more rules than last time and after only half an hour I was well into my second beer and had to force myself to take smaller sips. Charm didn't seem to be far behind.
"I already need one," they replied, "But..."
Someone shushed us, so I didn't get to hear what they wanted to tell me. We kept watching, the drinking slowing down a bit: it seemed like the organisers had put a lot of thought into what triggers to pick to get the pacing right. I like being able to focus on movies, so I didn't mind the lack of interruptions. The first thing that distracted me, and that was some time over the one hour mark, was the way Charm was bouncing their leg in a way that I found quite alluring. They could probably manage another half-hour, but given what I'd seen the previous times I rather doubted they could last until the halfway point.
Everyone was certainly trying, though, and it was only when one of the girls in the front finally gave in that I found out why. It was the same one who had participated in the pee discussion last time. She stood up, wiggled towards the middle of the room, and then loudly said, "I'm a tiny hobbit, with a tiny bladder, may I be excused before I make a tiny puddle?"
"Drink a tiny drink!" the room chorus. I looked at Charm in confusion, and they gestured they'd explain in a bit.
The girl was poured a shot of something dark. She was squirming around as she waited, tapping her fingers on her lap and wiggling from side to side.
"I have to go just from looking at that," Charm remarked to me in a whisper.
"I have to go from all that stuff I drank," I replied, and they laughed and—entirely coincidentally, I'm sure—crossed one leg over the other.
The girl who'd asked for the toilet finally got her shot and drank it in one gulp, then set it down quickly and rushed out of the room.
"Thirty minutes until the break, boys and girls!" someone called, "Cross your legs tight!"
Charm was taking that advice to heart. I could feel the sofa bounce a little under us as they squirmed around. The minutes to the intermission stretched out and out: I could feel my own bladder starting to become a problem, but I wasn't in trouble yet. Two more girls and guys succumbed to their bladders, each reciting the rhyme, though the drinks were different: girls got a shot, while guys had to chug a beer.
There couldn't have been more than ten minutes left when Charm gave in as well. They stood up and walked to the middle of the room before mumbling the hobbit rhyme rather shyly, their hands so close to their crotch they might as well have been holding themselves. For a moment, nothing happened: there they were, wearing black sweatpants and a t-shirt and failing entirely to stand still, but still waiting for someone to give them the obligatory extra liquid.
"Will you have the beer or the rum?" the guy who had been pairing the drinks asked a little awkwardly.
"I don't care," Charm said quickly. Their hand darted between their legs now, "I have to go now."
"Well, let's keep it fair..." the guy said and opened a beer bottle, but before passing it to Charm he poured out a measure in a glass, and topped it up with a generous helping of rum.
Charm looked a little bashful for a moment, then their grip on their crotch tightened, they grabbed the bottle and started chugging. The waves of expression that went over their face were interesting to see: desperation, concern, a little pain. Finally, they set the bottle down and rushed out of the room. A few people clapped.
By the time they were back I was bursting myself, and the last few minutes before the break I had little mind for anything but the pressing urge to empty my bladder. I'm sure that if I was paying attention I could have seen some girls bursting to go as well, but things were quite literally so bad that I couldn't pay attention even to that. Up to the point of me standing at a urinal the whole thing is a blur, and only when I turned around did I notice that there was a short queue of girls in the men's room, too: two, to be precise, both looking ready to pop and eyeing us guys with envy.
"Feeling better?" Charm asked me when I finally got back to our couch. They'd grabbed themselves some snacks for the break and offered some to me, which I took gladly. They were a little red in the cheeks, probably from the alcohol.
"Yeah, no kidding," I said, "You?"
"Should have made it three breaks, honestly," they said, and added, with a little giggle, "Fuck, I'm drunk already."
With the ice broken, we had no trouble making conversation: between doing the same major and liking the same fandoms, there was plenty to talk about. The couch wasn't huge, and I was aware of their presence close to me, getting closer and closer as we talked. They were showing me a Sanderson tattoo they had on their arm when the movie started up again and we leaned back to watch.
Charm threw one last glance towards the door before they did so and whispered, "Fuck, I was going to pee again first..." |
I apologize for the length of this chapter, and the relative lack of pee stuff in the first part. But I still hope you love this story as much as I do. There is a little gratuitous foot focus, but that's just me. ? Link to Part 4.
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It was the strangeness of the bedroom that caused Bethany to stir the next morning. It simply felt different from her old room-- different sounds, smells, the firmness of the mattress. Last night, she had eaten hardly anything at dinner. Now, her stomach’s pangs and growls dashed any hope of going back to sleep.
Compounding the discomfort was her heaving bladder. It would not be ignored, but for the moment, grogginess and desire to stay in bed kept their hold on her. Yet another obstacle lay in the temperatures: the air in the room was frigid, while her blankets cocooned her in luxurious warmth. Her half-asleep state encouraged fantasies about easing her discomfort right there.
The last time she had wet the bed was third grade. All she remembered was waking up with pajamas full of cold, stale piss stuck to her skin-- little to romanticize. Doing it while awake, though, might be a different story. Not moving at all, feeling the hot stream between her legs swell until it splashed back on itself, tracking the wet patch’s slow creep down her thighs and up her back, even the chance to smell it minutes later-- each of these thoughts brought the promise of bliss. Her tank top and panties were the ones already stinging her nose from a day’s worth of wetting anyway. She writhed and clutched her crotch, moaning upon deciding to do it.
Trying to pee lying down at the moment proved to be a lot harder than doing it sitting in the food court chair with an exhausted bladder. After a minute, though, she exhaled, and a stream burst out. Its strength surprised her enough that she reflexively snapped shut again.
It was a good start, but now, logic returned to her; totally peeing her bed was a bad idea. She would have been back at square one with her mother questioning her intent. Speaking of her mother, hearing her voice call “Bethany!” up the stairs finally got her to peel back the covers.
“Just a minute!” Bethany groaned. There was no way she was going downstairs without relieving herself first. The connected half-bathroom still held a hint of pee-scent in the spots she missed while cleaning. Goosebumps mixed with the freckles on her arms when her cheeks touched the chilly toilet. Still, she sighed. Her stream burbled loudly in the bowl, the sound reverberating out the open door. She would have closed it if she could reach.
There was no point to wiping. No way would a little more pee make a difference in the heavily-soiled panties she had already spurted in again. Bethany pulled them up and let the last few drops diffuse into them. The warmth brought a grin.
The light from the giant windows downstairs made her squint. Once she recovered, though, the sight to greet her was her mother and grandparents, all hunched over the breakfast table examining a particular piece of mail.
“Hey, Beth,” her mother repeated, “Something came for you, from the… RIC Transit Authority?” She handed the envelope over.
With furrowed brow, Bethany opened it. A border of green, yellow, and blue stripes, the colors of the Isle of Cress’ flag, decorated the page. The header was the title of the same agency. Sure enough, the island’s transit authority seal was embossed on the stationery as well.
On the next line were the words, in block capital letters,
NOTICE OF CIVIL INFRACTION
Bethany’s heart skipped a beat. It looked serious. “What?” she said, mostly to herself, “What does that even mean?”
Her grandma answered, “A civil infraction is like a traffic ticket. Keep reading.”
Among the information that followed was the act titled “Defacement of public property” and a check next to “bodily fluids.” The adjacent field showed a penalty of $50.
“What?!” Bethany squealed. The shock abated quickly, but the sinking feeling did not. “I kinda got pee on the floor in the airport bathroom, but it was an accident and now they’re giving me a ticket for it. I don’t even have fifty dollars!” She put down the letter and rubbed her temples.
“Easy, kiddo,” her grandpa said, rubbing her back, “Your mom told you the people here don’t play around with relieving yourself in the wrong place. No one’s gonna have to pay anything. I’ll tell you what we can do. You just have some breakfast and get cleaned up, then we’ll go down to the courthouse and give ‘em what for. Sound good?”
Sniffling while looking back at him, she nodded.
Even a breakfast as light as cereal and milk did not go down easily. She should not have had to consider worrying about fines and tickets until she started driving. Trouble with the law remained a terrifying notion.
A shower would help her relax. Even if it was in the foreign downstairs “bathroom” which only had a bathtub and shower stall-- sort of the opposite of her room-- the hot water and the prospect of clean clothes were something to look forward to.
She had just begun to surrender to the shower’s hot spray when, through the clear glass walls, she looked again at the peed clothes on the floor. Not only did she have no idea what to wear to a courthouse, but other than the tank top and panties way too soiled to put on right after bathing, there was nothing in here for her to wear at all. Not even a spare towel.
As if on cue, her grandma opened the door and bustled in, carrying an armload of linens.
Bethany turned away, covering her chest and scanty pubic bush. “Grandma! Do you mind?”
“Oh, sorry!” she said, “I’ll just put these here then.” She dropped the stack of towels and folded clothes on the counter. With her back turned, she elaborated, “I just remembered you had no towels in here, and your mom and I picked out some clothes for you. Hope they’re okay.”
Bethany thanked her for the sweet gesture in a gentler tone. Continentals, dear. Her grandma’s effortless nonchalance, until Bethany made it awkward, got her wondering if she stressed too much about nudity-- especially by Cress standards.
Feeling revitalized after the shower, she took her time drying off. The clothes picked out for her were lavender panties, a dark turquoise, long-sleeved knitted shirt that was exceptionally thick and warm, and white skinny jeans. Her grandmother had also brought a black-and-white striped bra. Despite having just begun to need it, the greater coverage of the shirt meant she probably would have forgotten one otherwise. The conservative choices were just as well. Since seeing the letter, getting to hide in any sense was a welcome comfort.
Bethany’s white flip-flops were in her bedroom. Or at least, they were once white. The rubber straps still gleamed, but the foam sole had been tinted a dirty yellow. To avoid walking around and carrying the piss-scent with her would probably be better. When the time came to leave, she trusted it would be okay to go without them.
The truck smelled only faintly of the past day’s events. The four rode with the windows cracked-- the best compromise between dissipating the odor and not getting a face full of bracing wind much colder than before.
Even across from the taller capitol building, the courthouse’s columns loomed. Bethany gripped her mother’s hand. However, pressing forward was her only real choice. She went with the others through the pair of giant doors.
Her grandpa did the talking. He led them up to the clerk, letter in hand, and cleared his throat. “Good morning. My granddaughter here got this notice and we’d like to contest the charge.”
The clerk took the letter and looked through his bifocals at the details. A minute’s worth of tapping at his computer saw him issue them each a name tag, and a packet of papers to Bethany. “Alright, so you’ll just need to give these papers to the girl in the next room, and she’ll handle the rest.”
Bethany thanked him, and they were off.
The “next room” was arranged as rows of chairs. A handful of people sat waiting.
“Hello,” a soft voice called. A girl about Bethany’s age had approached them with a clipboard. Her most striking feature was the pin-straight auburn hair that draped to her waist in lustrous sheets. Beneath was a lacy white minidress and black flats. “I can take your packet there. There’s snacks and water in that corner, otherwise have a seat anywhere.”
Bethany handed it over, and picked a chair. The girl whisked the papers away through the next door. “See, kiddo?” her grandpa said, sitting next to her, “Not so bad.”
She grinned weakly back at him. Soon, though, the nerves returned. She attempted to soothe her dry mouth with water in a paper cup, gulping one refill after another until feeling a twinge between her legs. That brought with it an entirely new reason to worry.
She returned to her seat, the multiple cups of water now in her stomach a reminder that the bladder problems of yesterday were still not resolved. Here she was challenging it again. I’m not going to pee myself, she resolved. I’m feeling better, and can hold it at least until I see a toilet, if not any longer. Still, she crossed her legs.
Twenty minutes passed. Her bladder’s gentle tingling had turned into a mild, but constant press, with occasional swells she strained to resist.
At least the girl working here had returned. She plopped down across from Bethany. “Finally a break,” she said, “Mind if I sit here?”
Wide-eyed, Bethany agreed. “Not at all.”
“Cool.” The girl smiled. When she lifted her arms to move her long locks out of her face, she revealed, alongside the red-brown tufts in her armpits, a name tag. The part Bethany could see read ‘Mary.’
Bethany’s mom and grandparents offered to move so the girls could have some space. Bethany did not even know her, and already thought she was a little strange. However, her family would probably not want to limit her chances of a friend on this remote island.
She took the hint and extended her hand. “I’m Bethany.”
The girl shook it, replying, “I know.” She giggled, but then clarified, “Saw it on your papers.”
Bethany put on a sly grin. “Well, I know your name is Mary. Saw it on your name tag.” Even if the interaction was basic, it kept her mind off her bladder.
“Kind of,” she said, “I go by Mary Ellen. ‘Mary’ just sounds so… plain.”
“I guess it is,” Bethany said, trying not to bounce her knees, “So you work here every day?”
“For now, I guess,” Mary Ellen explained. “Three days a week during the summer. I won’t have to worry about volunteer hours, like, ever.”
“Honestly I haven’t thought about it at all,” Bethany confessed. The ease at which she had begun to share with Mary Ellen surprised her. “I lived in the U.S. until yesterday and I’m still just working on surviving.”
Mary Ellen giggled again. “Welcome then. I’d say we’re a weird island, but I was born here, so I say everywhere else is weird. Speaking of which, don’t people, like, never go barefoot in America?” She looked pointedly at Bethany’s lack of shoes.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Bethany said, curling her feet under the chair, “One thing that’s cool here is that shoes aren’t as big a deal.”
Mary Ellen lifted her feet off the floor and smiled. “Actually, the only place I won’t go barefoot is in here. They clean every day, but I’m still scared of what’s on the floor because you see all sorts of gross people.”
Bethany curled her feet under the chair. “I would have worn mine today if I hadn’t--never mind.” She stopped herself from mentioning her accident.
“It’s slow today, so don’t worry about it.” Mary Ellen glanced around before speaking again. “I did get a glance at your papers, by the way.”
“Oh?” Bethany said. The comment could have meant anything.
“You’ll get to see the judge.”
A flash of nerves hit her. “What am I supposed to say?”
“It’s going to be a bench trial, which means no lawyers or jury or any of that stuff to worry about. Just tell him the truth. Was it an accident?”
Bethany scoffed. “Of course it was an accident! Who pees on the floor?” Her bladder lunged, making her cross her legs again. It was going to be her for the second time soon.
Mary Ellen shrugged. “It could happen.”
“If you say so.”
Mary Ellen pulled out her phone and rose from her chair. “Ooh, I should probably check back. It’s been nice to meet you though! Good luck.”
Bethany waved her off, returning to her family for another twenty minutes. By now, the increasing pressure in Bethany’s bladder meant crossing her legs was beginning not to be enough. At all times there was a pee drop making a hotspot in her crotch, ready to escape at the first lapse in effort. She had let the drop-- once or twice, much more than a drop-- go several times. The leaks made a cooling line in her panties down to the seat. With her legs closed, she worried little about who might see, and dribbled with relative abandon. It was perhaps better to let out some now, than try to hold it all and suffer another disaster.
The urge to pee continued to grow. Her pants were getting too wet, however. She would have to hold the rest. Compared to slowly dribbling, it was a lot harder. She wiggled her legs, shifted from one side of the chair to the other, and eventually jammed a heel against her pee-hole. Holding remained taxing enough that she began to get warm in her shirt’s thick material.
Her mother noticed her tugging at the fabric and flushing in the cheeks. “It is a little stuffy in here,” she said, “Take something off if you’re hot.”
Bethany laughed at the joke, then it hit her: that was a perfectly good solution. The grandparents agreed it was fine, and she shucked the wooly garment over her head.
Being around so many people in her panties did not strike her as being this exposed. On the plus side, it was cooler, but it also meant she could wrap it around her waist for extra protection, should she pee more in her jeans.
She was about to release a long stream when Mary Ellen emerged from the doors. “Bethany Tucker!” she called.
Bethany allowed herself to be ushered into the courtroom proper. Her family was directed to some seats, while she continued past a uniformed bailiff and up to the defendant’s place.
A man in a black robe and powdered wig, appearing equally ridiculous and terrifying as the unmistakable judge, sat at the front, looking down on the crowd. Mary Ellen delivered Bethany’s packet of papers to him.
Bethany stared at the ominous figure, fidgeting badly in her damp panties and jeans with the shirt tied around them. On top was nothing but her black-and-white striped bra. It felt like a scene out of a nightmare.
The name plate on the judge’s desk read “Lance Rowan.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, we have CR number 2019887. And what’s your name, miss?”
“Bethany Tucker,” she said, a little too quickly.
“Miss Tucker…” Judge Rowan began, scanning through her packet, “Fourteen years old, American applied for dual citizenship… You were cited for defacement of public property by bodily fluids, which carries a fifty-dollar fine. Do you understand the charge?”
She looked around. A crowd of people occupied the chairs at the back, all witnessing her shame. “Yes, sir.”
“I have the officer’s report here, but do you mind telling us what happened?”
“Well,” she stammered, blushing rapidly. Mary Ellen and the dozen strangers were there to hear all the juicy details, and to watch her twist, dip, and wiggle every moment.
The judge urged, “I know it may be difficult to talk about, Miss Tucker. But we need your side of the story. The whole truth.”
If he wanted the whole truth, he’d get it. “Alright.” She steadied herself with a breath. “My mom and I had just gotten off the plane from Montreal. I hadn’t, uh, taken a comfort break since before the plane took off, and I was having trouble finding an accommodation afterward. I finally found one in the airport, but it made me sign in. By that point it was really hard to hold on, and when I saw the toilet, it all just started coming out. I got to it as fast as possible but got a lot of pee on the floor.” She was hunched over and all but in tears at this point. The judge looked satisfied, but sharing the colorful parts had gotten easier. “I’m really sorry! I’ll try not to do it again, but it’s been hard to adjust. I’m not used to holding and keeping it to myself! Even right now I have to go so bad, I’m trying not to make a mess here too.” Both hands were locked in her crotch.
He momentarily scowled. “Young lady, the only thing you ‘have’ to do right now is stop using that kind of crude language in my courtroom, and get better at handling your private business in the future. Case dismissed.” A clap of his gavel confirmed it.
Bethany gasped. A little more pee had spurted out, but more importantly, she had won. “Thank you!” she managed, and shot Mary Ellen a wave before being escorted out the side door.
She exchanged hugs with her family. “You’re not a jailbird yet,” her grandpa said, “What do you want to do to celebrate? How about ice cream?”
“It sounds nice, grandpa,” Bethany said, “But I need to go home. I’m not kidding.” She trembled, still holding her crotch and pee-dancing pathetically.
His cheer dulled just a little. “I know you want to, Beth,” he said, eyes full of sorrow, “But you heard the judge. This is the Isle of Cress, and you need to manage your liquids. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck at home forever, or right back in there for another round. And I’m sorry, but I’d rather you not get the truck wet again either.”
Her first instinct was to cry, but enough of that. All of them were right; she was a big girl now. “I understand, grandpa.” She steeled her bladder and appeared to perk up as if by magic, “Ice cream sounds good.”
“‘Attagirl. We can go to the ice cream spot right over there. It’s the one your grandma and I went to at your age.”
Bethany smiled. She had dodged the fine, their sentiments were genuine, and ice cream sounded great. Plus, she had a plan.
The chilly air and tile in the ice cream shop raised goosebumps on her bare skin, and while her trembling intensified, she leaked only a little when ordering her cup of cheesecake swirl. Come on, come on, she urged her family silently.
There were picnic tables outside. The weather was overcast and not as warm as the previous day, but warmer than the shop. Plus, she was less likely to get in trouble if her ‘plan’ failed. She made sure her shirt was tucked properly under her. With the first spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, she released her pee.
She moaned loudly, as if the taste of the ice cream, not the incredible sensation of filling her jeans with warmth was the cause. The temptation to let it all out at full blast was overwhelming. She did for a few seconds, trusting that the splashing was drowned out by passing cars. The visible wet spot was beginning to show on her front, though, which was not good. She had no choice but to apply her weak muscles again to slow the stream.
Her shirt continued to absorb the moisture admirably. A few furtive glances showed that while her crotch, butt, and upper thighs were drenched, the makeshift diaper had stopped all but a few disobedient splats from reaching the boards of the deck beneath. Plus, since the shirt was a dark color to begin with, her sneaky pee might still go unnoticed. She pushed another hot dribble or two into her panties, not particularly caring where they went.
She was not completely empty, but relief was hers. To sell further the act that nothing was wrong, she continued to fidget as realistically as possible. Just enough to avoid drawing attention. It seemed to work until they had returned to the truck.
“You okay, kiddo?” her grandpa asked.
“Huh?” Bethany said, her heart already quickening. Surely she had been caught.
“Not gonna need you to wipe down my seat when we get home, am I? Looks like you’ve got things a little more under control now."
“Oh, yeah,” she said, making sure her hands were deep enough between her legs to hide the wet spot, “I should be alright.”
“Good girl.”
She smiled. Whew. Just a short ride and a little luck later, she scampered up to her bedroom.
Her turquoise shirt, after being untied, hit the polished wood with a slap. Now Bethany’s heart raced for another reason. She stood before a full-length mirror in the corner and inspected her jeans, white except for a grey-yellow region which spotted the front and fully covered her rear. She glanced toward the toilet for the lasting signals in her bladder, but reconsidered. There was no harm in wetting herself a little more. Biting her lip, she pushed while standing. A punctuating spurt a little longer than expected tracked down her leg. With a bit more effort, she made it reach all the way to the ankle and drip off the side of her foot, leaving a tiny puddle on the floor.
Before peeling off her wet jeans and wiping the spot, she took a moment to admire her work. She giggled. I guess this island’s pee-shyness has kind of backfired on me.
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Starship Man: Introduction
January 7th, 2541, Jerusalem
Marshall James Alan of the old-Human Surveyor’s Crew unit 17-Alpha is a part of a new breed of space-pilots, a sort of “archeologist” flying alone (as part of small crews exploring a larger area) in any area the human race has been known to historically exist in. Marshall Alan was assigned to explore the entire Northern Hemisphere of Earth. Much of Earth was excavated prior to its mass evacuation in 2152 due to extreme climate events. Though there is a bit of a historical gap in this time, it is speculated that the humans of the time saw the climate events coming and rapidly expanded their technologies in several ways to escape their fate. We know that these humans were genetically inferior to the ones of today, somehow the escapade into space is speculated to have caused a massive jump in the evolution of the humans who managed to escape. These humans, for example, averaged in heights of about 5’4(5’6 for males, 5’2 for females) instead of the modern average of 7’4(7’6 for men, 7’2 for female). Additionally, these humans were susceptible to maladies as cancer and muscular dystrophy which are now theorized to have arisen from DNA and medical technology.
Again, much of the history of this time is lost as many humans did die on Earth, either from insisting on staying or from the multitude of resource wars that preceded the events. The population of Earth at the time of the final climate “extinction”, in which the Earth’s atmosphere was destroyed in a massive chemical fire, was only 2.1 billion, down significantly from the peak of 11.2 billion(though birth rates had long since declined before the resource wars began). Very few primitive groups of humans remained on Earth and are known to have survived to this day. Encounters with these primitive humans are, however, extremely rare due to their mostly subterranean nature.
Alan was exploring Jerusalem in an effort to study both religious and technological structures that are known to be in the area when he came across a box labeled “accident files”, curious as he thought these boxes may be somehow related to the eventual demise of Earth, he picks it up carefully off the ground off the old grey brick building he found it in. It seemed like he was in some sort of old prison, but the holes in the roof which let light shine in allowed the atmosphere to be something more bathed in warmth than a typical prison. It was an odd contrast, one Alan may have contemplated further if it wasn’t for the potential artifact he had now set on a small wooden table in front of him. He dusts off the cardboard box, confirming the only words, “ACCIDENT FILES” labeled in red on all sides. He opened it up, expecting to find the old sorts of paper records humans typically used for “files”, however inside there was some sort of technology that he had never seen before. Resting on top of a black case was a helmet, equipped with some sort of goggles and a few primitive neurological diodes. This helmet alone was something that would be of great interest to his organization. Alan set the helmet down and it gave a satisfying metallic thud. Though it was incredibly light, it seemed to be made of a durable metal. There was a circular opening, something Alan recognized as like the tech used to display holograms back home.
What Alan saw next was more recognizable as some sort of case containing digital discs that the humans would use to store popular media from the time, the discs seemed to match the size of the hole on the helmet. All of the discs were labeled with numbers, 1 stacked on 2, on top of 3, and so on. Alan took disc one and inserted it into the helmet. He then placed the helmet on and attached the diodes.
After a long boot sequence, which involved some sort of early “Syncing” technology with Alan’s brain. This tech was common for Alan, it is even how he controls his plain. The connection here didn’t feel strong, but Alan’s field of view was successfully immersed into a sort of textual menu. First, an introduction read,
“These tapes contain some of the records covertly obtained by APE-CORP to assess proposals from our New-Humano-Evolutionary program in regard to the possible improvement of human anatomy. Specifically, this project is focused on the urinary bladder. Humans currently go to the bathroom up to eight times per day to relieve their bladder once it is filled with liquids. This results in less productivity. Some businesses and different environments (such as schools) require people to hold their bladder(waiting to use a bathroom until assigned hours) in order to minimize drops in productivity. However, the stress of holding the bladder, and unforeseen bathroom “accidents” (the subject of this particular study) are seen as sticking points in the optimality of the original design. Several different proposals have been given on specifically how these issues could be addressed, however, this study will only seek to assess, through several case studies, the extent to which these improvements are needed for the continuing flourishment of human-kind. The details of “bladder accidents” of humans ranging 6 and older (the general age accidents become social “unacceptable” and are considered a burden to society) will be studied as well as their effect on societal productivity and the subjet's mental state".
As soon as Alan finished what he was reading an “introductory accident report” came up to the screen.
11/20/97
Subjects:
Maria-Lynn Allister (Female)
Age: 31
Number of Bladder Accidents post early childhood: two
Date of Last Previous Accident: 12/24/82
David Allister (Male)
Age: 9
Number of bladder accidents post early childhood: one
Date of last previous accident: 10/14/97
To Be Continued Soon |
11/20/97
James Alan(we will regard him as Alan from here on out) began to play the experience, immediately he was overcome by an entirely new field of view and mental state. This seemed to be a rudimentary version of the brain imaging techniques he was familiar with modern humans. With this, he could feel the subject's body as if it was their own, and even their emotions. However, their exact thoughts were not clear(there was no stream of consciousness) so he relied on his own thoughts to make sense of what was happening.
He woke up to the sound of someone yelling, it was a woman. She entered the room he was sleeping in, a bedroom.
"David, get up it's time for Church"
"OK" he replied. David, so he was the boy, this must be his mother Maria. Alan expected to wake up but he quickly felt David fall back to sleep.
"David, WHAT are you doing in there?", Maria yelled barging into the room noticing the boy still sleeping.
"You need to get up now we need to get to Chruch! There is a ton of traffic and I don't want to be late again."
So David got up, but Alan noticed something, he(Davis) needed to pee. But Davis didn't seem to notice(or care) as he quickly got dressed into his Sunday clothes and went ran out with his mom and two sisters(one 3 year old named Maggie, one 14 year old name Sarah) to the family minivan to go to church. Already Alan could tell the boy's plan must be to hold in his pee until they arrived at the Church where he could relieve himself. However, Alan could already tell that if the Church was any real distance away, this might be a problem. This was quite an urgent situation, the boy must have had a lot to drink the night before. Alan was surprised he hadn't wet his bed. He wondered if bed wettings were included in the "accident count" finding himself oddly interested in the events occuring before him.
After only a couple minutes Alan felt Davis begin to hold his crotch, the pressure was starting to grow now. Alan wouldn't even let himself get this desperate in his real life, Davis's bladder must be quite small. He was actually quite disciplined to be able to hold it like he was. David's body language had become noticeably tensed, he nervously looked at his younger sister to the side of him in her baby-chair happily sucking her thumb. Her oldest sister was mindlessly lost in her phone and his mom was focused on the road, nobody had noticed David's predicament yet. Alan felt David's bladder begin to feel weak, his crotch was becoming a bit numb. He knew it was only a short matter of time before he lost control. David now couldn't sit still, he was holding himself tightly by the crotch, shifting his seating position trying to find some comfort. He would maybe loosen the pressure for a second or two only for it to feel right on the edge again.
David looked up nervously, he was determined not to make himself look like a little kid, especially after his mishap last month. He had his first accident since he was potty trained when he held it too long playing video games. He was desperate to the point of an intense potty dance by the time he got up. He made it to the bathroom door but it was occupied by his older sister. He held it all of thirty seconds before totally soaking himself. The bathroom anxiety of being right next to the toilet caused him to totally lose control. To make matters worse, the toilet flushed and his sister came out just as he finished. Her call of "MOOOM! David wet his pantsss" and the following shocked reaction of his mother were burned into his memory and he simply did not want this to happen again.
David was determined to hold it. "Mom, how much longer until we are there?" he asked.
"Honey there is a lot of traffic today, I think there was an accident up ahead. We might be stuck for a while. Possibly 20 minutes"
Alan instantly felt David's heartrate increase. He knew he couldn't hold on 20 minutes. He began to hold himself tighter. He locked his knees together and pressed his hands into his thighs trying to hold it. He concentrated on his muscles, but suddenly he felt a spasm hit his crotch, and a leak escaped. But he clamped it off, this wasn't going to be like the time last month outside the bathroom, he could hold it. A minute later, David felt on the edge of leaking again. His muscles were becoming weak, his small bladder simply wasn't equipped to hold the amount it was for the amount of time he wanted to. Suddenly another leak came, this time a longer one. David felt his muscles in his crotch go completely weak as he was racked by another spasm. This time his leg started to shake and some pee began to darken his crotch. He was beginning to wet himself again.
David started to panic, "mom can we possibly pull over somewhere, I need to pee very badly"
"Sweetheart the traffic is beginning to clear up, we will be there in five minutes. If we stop now we won't make it on time"
David, felt tears welling up in his eyes as he lost another spurt wet his underwear, he had left it to long again. The emotions stirring inside David now were strong and fully accessible by Alan. David was now feeling a mixture of terror and shame as he was on the very edge of his second full-on pants wetting accident in two months, in front of his entire family. By some miracle, David manged to hold it another minute. Finally, it was now or never. David yelled at his mom, "Please can you just pull over I need to pee, I can't hold it"! tears began to run down his cheek. David felt like a child going through potty training, he was beginning to lose control. His older sister now looked on with intent, his younger sister(who had just finished potty training in her own right) still seemed oblivious to the situation. His mother looked back and her eyes turned from frusturation to sympathetic as she noticed how badly her son needed to pee. She knew he must have not had time to go before leaving the house and misjudged his bladder strength.
"David honey we are almost there just try and hold it a little longer"
"Mom I c-c-can't I am gonna w-wet myself again"
"Oh David we don't want a repeat of that incident..."
Maria quickly looked around and grabbed a large cup for David to pee in, "Quickly take this"
David took the cup, he didn't even have time to consider how embarrassing it was to pee in a cup with his already soaking wet underwear in front of his sisters,. He was just happy to avoid an accident. David started to work his belt off, and he felt himself going numb again. He was starting to lose it. He grabbed himself again by the crotch as his sisters looked on. His older sister giggled, "Come on David you don't wanna have another accident"(David had been visibly embarrassed by his mother calling his pants-wetting an "accident" last time around). David ripped his belt off, but he couldn't stop peeing. He got his pants down and then he totally lost control. He couldn't even get the cup in position to catch the pee before it sprayed wildly like a fire hose out of his underwear. "Noooo" David yelled in a childish high pitch shriek as he buried his head into his chest in defeat. Despite his hands still holding his crotch, his bladder was totally weakened and he was wetting himself with even more force than he had last month. Pee had gotten all over his pants, socks, and shoes before he finally cut off the flow. The leather seat below him contained a large puddle, the aftermath of an accident similar to that of a three-year-old. In fact, Maggie had an accident that left an identical puddle months earlier. and His older sister stared on open-mouthed, even she didn't know how to react to her brother's humiliating display. This was somehow less funny than his accident that was obviously caused by playing video games...Even his younger sister noticed now uttering "Uh oh David go potty", her mother turning around to hush her.
His mom pulled into the Church parking lot just as he finished his accident. "Oh David...it's ok honey accidents happen. Luckily I prepared for this" David was surprised, he didn't know what his mother meant "prepared", he figured they go home so he could shower and change.
Well I packed all this for your younger sister in case she had an accident but since you're the one who had the *ahem* mishap, there's no need for you not to use it. She handed David a towel and a pack of baby wipes, designed for kids still in diapers. "Go ahead and get into the back of the car, we will all get out and give you privacy to clean up" She produced a plastic shopping bag from the back of the car and handed it to David.
"What am I going to wear?" David asked. Maria got a pair of grey sweat pants and a red t-shirt, neatly folded from the same "diaper bag" which no doubt held the same types of change of clothes for his younger sister. "Luckily I figured this might happen some time, you are always holding it too long. Ever since that accident last month I've been bringing clothes with us, I'd almost forgotten about it, but looks like it paid off."
"Look on the bright side, you don't have to wear your younger sister's pull-up. That's what she gets if she has an accident" and she shot a look at David's older sister who looked down quickly. David's face went hot with shame, to even be compared three year old. But she had had only one accident since her training earlier in the year either...David's older sister felt awful for him and said while his mom was getting their younger sister out of the car, "You probably don't remember this, but she was making a joke about me there. Years ago, we were at Disney and I'd had a small string of pants wetting accidents, I think it may have been some infection that cleared up, I don't know. I wet myself three times in one day and mom hadn't prepared for this. After I wet the replacement clothes she bought me at a store, she decided it would be best to just put me in one of your pull-ups and leave the park...In just a pull-up and a t-shirt at 9 years old" David all of the sudden started to feel a bit better after being told this.
Alan meanwhile could totally feel David's emotions in his own head. He was totally overcome with shame at having an accident like this, but he was happy his sister was not making fun of him for it. He was embarrassed that his mom even prepared for him to have an accident, he was 9 years old, past "accident age" but here he was sitting in the results of his second in as many months.
David proceeded to clean himself up, change clothes, and go to the Church.
CASE ENDED
Alan removed the headset and diodes, beginning to process what he had just experienced... |
Hey guys this is my first story here! I hope you all like it ☺️! Just a disclaimer that there is pretty graphic details of sex in the story, so if you’re not into it I don’t suggest reading it! I haven’t noticed to many stories involving the details of a sexual omo experience so I thought I’d give it a try writing one haha! Let me know how you like it, I hope it’s okay for my first story!! Feel free to give me feedback or suggestions on how the story should progress ☺️
I’ll be posting new chapters every so often so make sure you check for updates! Scroll past the first couple paragraphs if you’re not much for the introductory parts haha.
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Chapter One
Kayla and Noah had been dating for over a year now, and in that year they had both experienced a lot of each other's...habits. Kayla was 18 going on 19 and Noah was a bit older at 20 years old.
Noah was a bit chubby, but it was a comfy, cute, and strong kind of chubby. He had a scruffy little beard, nice wavy hair, brown eyes, and a really nice pair of hands— you could tell he was always working on something. Noah’s go to outfit was a pair of joggers and a band tee shirt, oh and he never forgot a nice beanie hat to complete his look.
Kayla was a bit chubby as well, but most of her chubbiness was carried in her butt and thighs. She had beautiful brown, thick, wavy hair that was about shoulder length. Her eyes were blue and filled with life, and she always had a smile on her face; her lips were the perfect frame for her amazing teeth. She loved to wear a light pair of ripped blue jeans and loose tee shirts (always without a bra because they were uncomfortable), and, on occasion, a loose hoodie when it was cold. Even though her hair was gorgeous, she’d often wear it in a messy bun—she wasn’t the type of girl to go out of her way to do unnecessary things like doing her hair.
Noah and Kayla were the perfect nerdy couple. They both loved video games, movies, art, and pizza. They practically lived together they spent so much time hanging out, and seeing each other that much made them extremely comfortable together. Kayla would get spaghetti sauce all over her face when they ate pasta and Noah would just laugh and wipe it off, they would both even have burping contests they were so comfortable with each other.
But, eventually things started getting a little too comfortable.
After the first few months of dating Kayla and Noah starting staying the night together. Cuddling in bed while they slept was one of their favorite things to do. One night they had been doing just that. Kayla was nestled in the arms of Noah, curled up and cozy. She was wiggling a bit and Noah noticed and began to open his eyes and wake up.
“Kayla, babe?” said Noah in his sleepy voice, tapping Kayla on the shoulder.
“Huh?” Kayla said, almost trying to avoid the conversation—not even looking back at Noah.
“You’re moving around a bit. Is everything okay,”
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, just… I was having a bad dream,”
“Okay baby, well you better stop squirming like that. Your ass is right on my dick and it’s making me a little too happy and I need to get some rest,” he knew he was lying by saying he needed rest.
“Sorry babe, I’ll stop, if that’s what you want” she said with a giggle and scooted further away from Noah.
“Wellll maybe I was exaggerating a litllle. I don’t really need eight hours of sleep,” he said grabbing Kayla’s stomach and pulling her back towards him.
“ahh Noahhh, stooop,” Kayla said playfully, pushing his hands away.
“Whyyy baby?”
“I don’t knoooow… I-im just not feeling well,” kayla said looking down and squirming again.
“Hmm well maybe I can help, I bet I know something that would make you feel better,”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that huh?”
Noah raised his arms and quietly shouted “theeee tickle monster!”as his hands jolted Kayla’s sides.
“S-S-STOP,” Kayla could barely pronounce her words through all her laughing.
“Huh? What was that? I can’t hear you over all this laughing?”
“N-Noah I-I’M GON N-A P-P-Pee,” yelped Kayla as she began uncontrollably leaking through her white panties.
“You’re just saying th—“ he was in disbelief until he saw a wet spot under Kayla appear and slowly grow. Needless to say, he immediately stopped.
“ oh-oh my god you were serious,” said Noah a bit shocked.
Kayla looked down, not knowing how to respond to what just happened.
“I-I’m so sorry Noah…”
“It’s okay baby, I’m sorry for not believing g you had to piss,” he said it with a little giggle to make things light hearted.
“Come here baby,” he pulled her next to him and just as they were before, cuddled up next to eachother.
“I guess we should clean this up huh,” Kayla said shamefully.
“Yeah,” said Noah softly “ we probably should in a minute, but let’s get you calmed down first,”
“Thank you babe,” Kayla was disappointed in herself, she knew she had to go, “for not being mad I mean,”
“I could never be mad at you princess,” he kissed her forehead, and then her neck. Kayla couldn’t help but to let out a small moan.
“Ohh someone likes that huh?” Said Noah with a bit of a mocking tone.
“Welll you know what neck kisses do to me!”
“Well you know what your ass moving on my dick does to me!”
“Well I couldn’t help it I had to piss!”
“Well you should’ve gotten up and gone to the bathroom then!”
“I didn’t wanna wake you upppp,”
“Well that plan didn’t work now did it,”
“No, I guess not,”
“It’s okay princess, we’ll get this cleaned up soon,” he kissed her on the neck again, but this time a kiss turned into more.
Noah put his hands around Kayla’s waist and pulled her close one more time. While they kissed, his hands moved from her face down to her breasts. Her boobs were a nice full C cup and her nipples were hard from all the excitement Noah was creating. His hands moved from her boobs finally down to her panty line. Her white undies were soaked, but Noah didn’t seem to care. Slowly he started rubbing her clit as she began breathing heavier and heavier. Kayla, moving her hands all over Noah as she tried not to moan too loud. She unzipped his pants and started removing him. Noah finished taking them off and through them onto the ground. She got up from laying down and straddled Noah, beginning to grind her wet panties on his still underwear-covered dick. As his dick got harder, she got more and more wet (even more than she already was). At this point Kayla was basically begging with her eyes to be fucked. She went to remove her panties in perpetration, but Noah stopped her,
“No. Keep them on,” Noah said with pure demand.
“B-but they’re all wet,” said Kayla shamefully.
“Maybe I like them that way,”
Noah then proceeded to take his boxers off. His dick was rock hard and Kayla’s pussy was ready to be fucked, but she was starting to worry that she hadn’t peed enough when she so embarrassingly wet the bed. She could feel her bladder wanting to release her piss again, but she didn’t want to stop in the middle of this. It was the best pleasure she’d had thus far in the relationship.
Noah moved her underwear slightly to the side as he he put his hard cock inside her. Kayla immediately moaned. Noah started fucking her harder and harder and Kayla began trying harder and harder to hold back the piss she felt was about to escape. Her breathing getting heavier and heavier, Noah’s dick going deeper and deeper—she was so relaxed and so turned on. And then it happened. She felt a drop escape, and then another. She tried to stop it, but there was no use in trying with Noah’s dick still inside her. The pressure was so intense.
“N-Noah, w-w-wait,” said Kayla trying to stop her piss from flowing. Noah slowed down.
“What is it babe, f-fuck I’m about to cum,” Noah’s breathing was heavy.
“I still have to p-piss,” Noah could barely understand her through her breathing.
“Poor you, guess you should’ve gone last night huh,” Kayla was surprised he said that. Noah was usually very understanding and sweet, but this was different, and she didn’t hate him being so demanding either. Noah started back up again, going faster and faster, and Kayla losing more and more pee with every motion. It didn’t matter though, she was about to orgasm and couldn’t focus on anything except the immense pleasure she was feeling right now.
“F-fuck I’m gonna cum,” Noah pulled out his dick from Kayla and froze up for a moment and then finally came all over Kayla’s tits. Kayla screamed she was having such an intense orgasm. They both collapsed, laying in a very wet bed. It didn’t matter to either of them. The only thing that did was how amazing the night they just had was. |
It was a night like any other in the Sohma Houshold as Tohru Honda was preparing dinner. She was humming a cheerful tune as she stirred the large pot of beef and vegetable stew. As she sampled the stew, she couldn’t stop thinking how strange it was that up until a few months ago, she had been living in a tent out in the woods. It had been not long after Tohru started high school that she had lost her mother in a horrible accident. Since her father had passed away while she was still young, she had moved in with her paternal grandfather. However, due to his house needing renovations, she had to temporarily find another place to stay. When her grandfather had asked if she had a place where she could stay a little while until the repairs were done, she had lied to him and said that she had some friends she could stay with. While it was true that she had two friends who would be more than willing to take her in for a little while, she decided not to tell them about her situation so as not to be a burden on anyone. Instead she had bought herself a tent and moved into the nearby woods just outside of town. What she hadn’t known at the time was that the woods belonged to the Sohma family, one of whom happened to be her classmate and school’s “prince”, Yuki Sohma. After finding out about her situation, he and his relative Shigure Sohma convinced Tohru to stay with them. However, she told them that she would only do it if she could earn her room and board through housework. Not long after that, she became a permanent resident at Shigure’s house and every day since then had been a blessing.
Satisfied that the stew was now done, Tohru reached down to turn off the stove. As she did, she felt a stabbing pain in her lower side. It came on so suddenly that she fell to her knees. Clutching her side, she began to take some deep breaths. A couple minutes later, the pain seemed to subside enough that she could stand up again. This wasn’t the first time she had felt that sharp pain. In fact, she had been feeling it on off for the last couple of days, although this time it had hurt a little more than the times before. Shaking it off, Tohru set about making the last of the dinner preparations.
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While Tohru was cooking in the kitchen, Yuki and Shigure were sitting at the table in the living room. Yuki was watching a variety show on the T.V., while Shigure was busy reading the newspaper. “It smells like dinner’s almost ready,” mentioned Shigure, looking up from his newspaper as the wonderful scent of Tohru’s home cooking wafted into the living room. “It sure is great having her around. I was honestly scared that we were going to be stuck living off take-out and your burned cooking for the rest of our lives.”
“It’s not like you could do much better,” retorted Yuki. Although in truth, he was grateful to be able to eat meals that didn’t come from a take-out restaurant and were actually edible.
Looking around, Shigure asked, “Where’s Kyo? I thought he’d be back by now.”
“Who cares about that stupid cat?” grunted Yuki. “If it were up to me, I’d let him starve.” Suddenly the sliding door flew open. It was Kyo, and he seemed pissed.
“Who the hell you callin’ stupid, you damn rat?” screamed Kyo.
“Do you always have to be so noisy,” questioned Yuki without looking at Kyo. “Honestly you’re annoying. Why don’t you just go sleep on the roof or something like the lowly cat you are?”
“That’s it!” yelled Kyo as he walked over to Yuki and yanked him to his feet by the collar of his shirt. “Today’s the day I’m going to beat your sissy ass, rat boy.” Yuki merely smirked at him. Then before Kyo could react, Yuki grabbed his arm and threw him across the room and into the sliding door. The shoji door, ripped and splintered as Kyo crashed through it.
“Why does everybody want to destroy my house?” sighed Shigure as he looked at his broken door. He had just finished fixing it after Kyo and Yuki’s little sparing match earlier that morning.
“He started it,” said Yuki as he adjusted his shirt. “I was just putting that stupid cat in his place is all.”
“Damn rat,” muttered Kyo as he slowly sat up. No matter how many times he challenged Yuki, it always ended the same. “One of these days I’m going to beat you and earn my place in this family.”
“Just keep thinking that,” smirked Yuki. Before Kyo could say anything anymore, Torhu walked into the room with a pot and four bowls in her hands.
“Dinner’s ready,” she smiled as she set the pot and bowls down on the table. As she looked up, she saw the smashed remnants of the door. “Oh my, what happened to the door?”
“Kyo and Yuki were rough housing again,” replied Shigure as he leaned over and took the lid off the pot of stew. “This smells great Tohru.”
“It sure does,” agreed Yuki as he sat back down. “Everything you make always tastes amazing.”
“Thanks,” blushed Tohru as she began pouring the stew into the bowls. She then passed Yuki and Shigure a bowl of stew. As the two began eating, Tohru turned her attention to Kyo who was still off sulking in the corner. “Hey Kyo, come eat before it gets cold,” she smiled.
“Fine,” grumbled Kyo as he walked over to the table and sat down. Tohru placed a bowl of stew in front of him. As he looked down at the stew, he asked, “You didn’t put any leeks in here, did you?”
“Of course not,” answered Tohru. “I know that you don’t like them.” Just as she was getting ready to head back to her seat, she felt another shot of pain in her side. Clutching her side, she lost her balance and fell sideways into Kyo’s arms. Suddenly a poof of orange smoke filled the room. As it cleared, there was an orange cat and a pile of clothes sitting in the place where Kyo had been just a few seconds earlier. “I’m so sorry!” she cried as she looked at the cat.
“Damn it!” shouted the cat in Kyo’s voice. “Be more careful next time.” As Tohru stared at Kyo’s cat form, she still found it amazing. In truth, the Sohma family had a huge secret. Twelve of the Sohma clan were cursed to become a different member of the Chinese Zodiac anytime they were hugged by a member of the opposite sex or their bodies were exposed to extreme stress. While not technically a part of the Zodiac, Kyo would turn into a cat when hugged by a girl. Yuki and Shigure on the other hand were members of the Zodiac. Shigure was the dog and Yuki was the rat. Very few people outside of the Zodiac knew of the Sohma’s curse. Tohru was lucky to be one of them, although she had learned the secret by complete accident. While most people who found out about the secret had their memories erased, the head of the Sohma clan, Akito, had allowed Tohru to keep her memories so long as she could keep the Sohma family’s secret.
“Miss Honda, are you alright,” asked Yuki, a look of concern etched across his face.
“I’m okay,” lied Tohru as she tried to smile.
“Are you sure?” asked Shigure. “You look like you’re in pain. Do you need to see a doctor or something?”
“There’s no need for that,” said Tohru.
“Then why are you holding your side like that?” grunted Kyo. He could tell Tohru was hiding something, he just didn’t know what.
“I guess my side does hurt a little,” she responded as casually as she could. “I must have either slept wrong or pulled a muscle while I was cleaning. It’s no big deal really. I should be fine in a couple of days.”
“If you say so,” replied Kyo as he continued to stare at her. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right, but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by prying too much either.
Wanting to change the subject, Shigure said, “Oh, that reminds me. Kyo and Tohru, both Yuki and I have to go to the Main House tomorrow and we won’t be back until late tomorrow evening.”
“Why’s that?” asked Tohru.
“Because Akito wants to spend some time with us,” sighed Yuki. “He’s still upset at me for skipping out on the New Year’s Banquet and as punishment I have to spend the day with him.”
“And why is Shigure going?” questioned Kyo, partially angry that he hadn’t been asked to go to as he had skipped out on the New Year’s get together as well. Although in truth, he was also sort of relieved as he always felt a bit uncomfortable being around Akito.
“I have to go because I didn’t do a thing to stop Yuki from staying home,” answered Shigure. Then with a mischievous smile on his face, Shigure said, “And Kyo, just because Yuki and I will be gone doesn’t mean you can do anything you want with Tohru.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” screamed an embarrassed Kyo. Just then, the room was engulfed by another plume of smoke as Kyo turned back into his human form. Of course, the biggest downside to reverting back to human form was being naked. Luckily for him, Tohru turned her back to him before she could see anything. Kyo quickly threw his clothes back on. He then got up and began walking to the door.
“Hey Kyo, where are you going?” called Shigure in a playful tone.
“For a walk,” grunted Kyo.
“But you hardly ate anything,” commented Tohru. “Is everything alright?”
“I think Kyo’s just embarrassed,” laughed Shigure.
“Well I don’t think there’s anything to be embarrassed about,” replied Tohru, not really understanding what Shigure meant. Turning her attention back to Kyo, she said, “Kyo, please come back and eat.”
“No way!” screamed Kyo, his little outburst shocking Tohru.
“Was the food really that bad?” she asked in the trembling tone she usually had when Kyo yelled at her.
“It’s not that,” said Kyo as he placed a hand on the back of his neck and looked away. “I’m just not hungry is all.” Unfortunately, it was at that moment that his stomach betrayed him.
“Sounds like your stomach begs to differ,” smirked Yuki.
“Ah forget it!” screamed Kyo as he took off.
“Shouldn’t we go after him?” asked Tohru.
“There’s no need,” replied Shigure. “He’ll come back when he’s ready.”
“Okay,” relented Tohru as she walked back to her seat and poured herself a bowl. As they ate dinner, she could feel the pain in her side slowly getting worse.
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After finishing dinner, Tohru set about cleaning up. All the while, the pain in her side persisted. By the time she was done cleaning, all she wanted to do was get ready for bed. She proceeded to make her way to her bedroom upstairs where she quickly changed into her pajamas. Tohru was just about ready to lay down when the urge to pee hit her. She quickly made her way out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and into the second-floor bathroom. Locking the door behind her, she walked over to the squat toilet and pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties. There was another burst of pain in her side as she slowly squatted down over the toilet. Tohru squatted for several minutes, but nothing seemed to happen and she couldn’t understand why. She knew she had to pee, but no matter how hard she pushed, nothing seemed to want to come out. Just as she was about ready to give up and pull up her pants, she felt a small trickle come out and with it a burning pain. “Owww,” she moaned. Looking down, she noticed that the water in the toilet was a brownish yellow with little bits of red in it. At first she freaked out, but then she reminded herself that she had eaten beets at lunch and that the red color could be coming from that. She managed to pee for about fifteen more seconds before her weak stream ceased. As she continued to squat, Tohru couldn’t help feeling like she still had to pee more, but nothing else came out. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door.
“Hey Tohru, is everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for almost ten minutes,” said a voice on the other side of the door. It was Kyo. He had returned not long after dinner and she had passed him just as she was heading for the bathroom.
“Everything’s fine,” she responded.
“Do you think you’ll be out soon? Shigure is in the bathroom down stairs and I think he’s going to be in there for a while and I really need to go.”
“I’ll be out in just a second,” she called back. Realizing that nothing more was going to come out, she grabbed some toilet paper, wiped, and flushed. She then stood up, pulled up her pants, and exited the bathroom. As she walked into the hallway, she noticed that Kyo was staring at her with a look of deep concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. “Your face is covered in sweat.” Tohru placed her hand to her forehead and sure enough it was wet. It had likely been from her straining to pee.
“I’m just a little hot is all,” lied Tohru. “There’s nothing to worry about.” Wanting to get away from Kyo before he began asking more questions, she said, “Well, I’m feeling kind of tired so I think I’ll go to bed. Good night and sweet dreams.” And with that she walked back to her bedroom. The moment she was inside, she closed the door, turned off the light and flopped onto the bed. Try as she might, she would not get much sleep that night as the pain would come and go. She only hoped that she would feel better in the morning. Little did she know that things were about to get worse before they got better.
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It was nine o’clock the next morning and neither Tohru nor Kyo had school that day. As Kyo made his way down into the living room, he was surprised to see that it was empty. Tohru was usually up by now and serving breakfast. Starting to get a little concerned, Kyo walked into the kitchen. It was empty too. “What the hell is going on?” he muttered to himself as he walked back into the living room. As he entered the room, he saw Tohru stumble into the room. Her cheeks were flushed, she had bags under her eyes, and her face was sweaty. She was still in her pajamas.
“Oh, good morning Kyo,” she said weakly. “I’m sorry I overslept. I’ll get breakfast prepared right away.” She was a few feet away from him when she began to feel dizzy and her vision began to blur. Her body began to sway uncontrollably.
“Are you feeling okay,” asked Kyo as he took a step towards her.
“I don’t think so,” replied Tohru. Suddenly she fell forward. Kyo dove towards her and managed to break her fall, however he turned into a cat in the process. As he squeezed himself out from underneath her, he moved towards her face and noticed her eyes were closed.
“Hey Tohru,” called Kyo. But there was no response. “Tohru,” he repeated. Again, there was no response. Starting to get extremely worried, he placed a paw on her forehead. He quickly yanked it back. “You’re burning up,” he said. Still nothing. It was then that he realized that Tohru was unconscious. In a panic, Kyo ran towards the phone. Jumping on the desk, he managed to knock the receiver off its hook. He then carefully punched in a phone number. It took three tries to punch the right numbers with his furry paws. Kyo breathed a sigh of relief as he heard a ringing tone.
“Hello,” answered a stern voice on the other line.
“Hatori, it’s Kyo. You need to get over here right now,” cried Kyo, his voice full of panic and fear.
“Can this wait?” asked Hatori. “I’m rather busy right now.”
“It’s Tohru,” said Kyo.
“What about Tohru.”
“She just passed out in the living room and she won’t wake up.”
“Then call a hospital,” replied Hatori. “You know that I only treat Sohmas.”
“I can’t!” yelled Kyo, his fear turning into anger. “I’m in my cat form right now. I just barely managed to call you. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the paramedics?”
There was a long pause before Hatori said, “Fine, I’ll be over in a few minutes. Just keep an eye on her until then.” And with that, the call ended. Kyo jumped off the desk and ran back to Torhu who was now painfully moaning in her sleep.
As he laid down next to her, he whispered, “Hatori’s on his way. You’re going to be just fine. Just hold on for a little bit longer.”
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About fifteen minutes later, Kyo heard footsteps at the front entrance. “We’re in here,” he shouted. Not long after that, Hatori entered the room, medical bag in hand. By this time, Kyo had returned to human form and Tohru was just starting to wake up.
“Hatori, what are you doing here?” she asked sleepily.
“Kyo called me,” he answered. “He said you just suddenly passed out and wouldn’t wake up. Do you think you can sit up for me?”
“I’ll try,” she said as she slowly sat up. Hatori placed his hand to her forehead.
“You’ve got a fever,” stated Hatori. He then reached into his bag and pulled out his stethoscope. “I’m going to need you to take off your shirt so I can listen to your heart and lungs. Tohru seemed to hesitate. “Don’t worry, I’m a doctor. I’ve seen a female body before.” He then turned towards Kyo and asked him to turn around. Once Kyo’s back was to her, Tohru slowly unbuttoned and removed her shirt. Hatori placed the stethoscope against her chest and listened to her heart and lungs. “Are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
“I have a sharp pain in my left side that seems to come and go.”
“How long have you had it?”
“A couple days.”
“I see,” responded Hatori as he put the stethoscope back in its bag. He then returned his attention to Tohru. “Now I’m going to feel along your left side and I want to tell me where it feels tender.” Hatori moved his hand up and down along Tohru’s left side. He applied light pressure along various parts of her side and asked if she felt any pain.
“OWW!” screamed Tohru as Hatori squeezed a spot on her lower left side towards her back.
“That’s enough of that,” said Hatori as he moved his hand away. “Now I’m just going to need to feel around your bladder.” He slowly grabbed the elastic part of Tohru’s pajama bottoms and pulled it towards him. Hatori then placed one hand down Tohru’s pants and began feeling around Tohru’s bladder. His cold hand caused her to flinch a little. After about a minute or so of proding, Hatori removed his hand from Tohru’s pants and had her put her shirt back on. “I just have a couple more things to ask you.”
“I’ll do my best to answer,” she responded.
With his tone as cold and stern as it could be, Hatori asked, “When was the last time you urinated?”
“What?” stuttered Tohru, her face beet red. Before she could say anything more, Kyo rushed over and dragged Hatori to his feet.
“What kind of question is that, you sick freak?” shouted Kyo.
Unflinching, Hatori stated, “Her bladder is swollen. I need to know the answer so that I can diagnose her properly.” He then turned to Tohru and repeated his question, “When was the last time you urinated?”
“Probably about eight o’clock last night,” muttered Tohru.
“And did you have any problems or notice anything strange when you urinated?” asked Hatori.
“It took me a while to start peeing and when I did, the stream was weak, and it burned a bit. Also it felt like I couldn’t completely empty my bladder”
“Was you’re urine red?”
“A little,” admitted Tohru.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her?” questioned Hatori.
“Based on the symptoms, it sounds to me like she has a blockage in her urinary tract, most likely a kidney stone.”
“How do we treat it?” asked Kyo.
“Usually the stone will pass on its own, however in more severe cases surgery is required. Since she is still able to urinate, I think that the stone will find its way out without surgery. However, I would suggest that she drink plenty of pomegranate juice to help the stone pass a little easier.”
“What about her fever?”
“Give her this,” replied Hatori as he reached into his bag and pulled out a small pouch with a white powder inside and handed it to Kyo. “Mix a little bit of it in with the pomegranate juice and have her drink it. Do this every four hours or so.” Hatori then began digging through his bag again and pulled out a small bottle with pills. “This is a pain reliever. Have her take one of these capsules every six hours as needed for the pain.” He then grabbed his bag, stood up, and began making his way towards the door.
“Where are you going?” shouted Kyo as he followed him. “You can’t just leave us like this.”
“I have other patients that I need to take care of,” declared Hatori. “You’ll be fine. However, please call if you have any questions or if she gets worse.” And with that, Hatori left.
“What am I supposed to do now?” he muttered to himself. As he turned around, he saw Torhu was standing several feet behind him. She had a worried look on her face.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yeah,” he responded. Kyo knew that him panicking wouldn’t help the situation. He walked over to her and said, “Go back to living room. I’ll bring you a futon and some pomegranate juice.”
“Ok,” nodded Tohru. She turned and walked back towards the living room. Suddenly she turned around and called out, “Kyo?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for taking care of me.” Her words made Kyo blush.
“Yeah, yeah, just go lay down already,” replied Kyo as he went to fetch the futon and juice.
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A couple hours later Tohru was fast asleep in the futon. Kyo had given her the powder to relieve her fever and one of the pain relievers. He had also had her drink two eight-ounce glasses worth of pomegranate juice. As Tohru slept, Kyo never left her side. That was until the phone rang around noon. Kyo quietly stood up and tiptoed over to the phone. “Hello,” he answered.
“Kyo, it’s Hatori. I’m just calling to check in on Tohru. How is she doing?”
“She’s sleeping right now,” replied Kyo. “Also her fever seems to have gone down.”
“That’s good to hear,” commented Hatori. “Has she urinated since I left?”
“Not yet.”
“How much have you given her to drink?”
“About two eight-ounce glasses of juice.”
“I see,” said Hatori. He paused for a moment. “Kyo I want you to listen carefully to me. If Tohru doesn’t urinate in the next hour or so, I want you to call me right away.”
“Why?”
“Because the longer she goes without urinating, the higher the risk she’ll have of developing a a urinary tract infection or kidney damage. That said, if she doesn’t urinate within one hour, we may have to consider more drastic measures to remove the stone.”
There was a long pause before Kyo finally said, “I understand.” Kyo was just getting ready to hang up the phone when he heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the living room.
“What was that?” asked Hatori.
“It’s Torhu! Hold on a second while I go check on her,” shouted Kyo as he dropped the phone and ran to the living room. When he got there, he saw that she had rolled out of her futon. Torhu had her hands pressed tightly to her crotch and tears were running down her eyes. Kyo immedietly plopped down next to her. “Tohru, tell me what’s happening.”
“It hurts!” she sobbed as she clenched her crotch tighter. “It really hurts!”
“Let me see,” said Kyo as he gently grabbed her hands and moved them out of the way. The crotch of Torhu’s pajama bottoms had a large dark spot in the middle. He gently placed his fingers on the dark spot. It was wet. “Shit!” screamed Kyo. “Hold on a second, I got to go ask Hatori something. I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry,” she cried, the pain getting worse by the second. Kyo ran back to the phone.
“What’s going on?” shouted Hatori.
“Tohru just wet herself a little,” panted Kyo. “But she’s in a lot of pain. I think it’s gotten worse. You need to get over here so we can get this thing removed.”
“Kyo I need you to calm down,” stated Hatori.
“Calm down? Calm down? How can I be calm when Tohru’s withering in pure agony on the living room floor! We need you here now!”
“Just shut up for a second!” screamed Hatori. Kyo did as he was told. “The fact that she wet herself and is now feeling extreme pain is a good thing.”
“You sick bastard! How could this possibly be a good thing?”
“It means that she is close to passing the stone. All you need to do now is help facilitate the process.”
“And how exactly am I supposed to do that?”
“The first thing you’re going to need to do is get a bucket and a strainer of some sort. Next, you’ll need to strip her from the waist down and place the bucket and strainer underneath her. After that you’ll need to use one hand to spread her labia apart while using your other hand to simultaneously push down on the bladder. However, you must be careful when you do this so that you don’t accidentally rupture the bladder. Finally, you’ll need to…”
“Hold on a second,” interrupted Kyo. “I understood the first two parts, but I don’t know what you mean by labia. What the hell is that?”
“The labia is the flap of skin around the vagina. You’ll need to spread it with your fingers.”
“And why would I need to do something disgusting like that for?”
“Spreading the labia will make it easier for the stone to make its way out while reducing the chances that it will get stuck.”
“Do you even understand what you’re asking me to do?” asked an exasperated Kyo. “I can’t violate her like that.”
“You don’t have a choice,” said Hatori. “Just do as I said and make sure you collect the stone from the strainer. I’ll be over there as soon as possible.” And with that, Hatori hung up.
“BASTARD!” fumed Kyo as he slammed the phone down on the hook.
“KYO!!!” shrieked Tohru. Kyo immediately ran back to her. “Please help me,” she begged with tears in her eyes.
“I will,” promised Kyo, “just hang on a little longer.” Kyo then ran into the kitchen and began ransacking the cupboards until he found a strainer. Then he ran over to the trash bin, removed the trash bag, and grabbed the now empty bin. He rushed back into the living room. Kyo placed the strainer over the bin. He then got on his knees and grabbed hold of Tohru’s pants. “Tohru, do you trust me?” She nodded her head. “Good,” he said. He then yanked off her pants. As he looked at her panties, he could see that they were stained dark yellow in the front with small bits of red. Trying not to stare, Kyo grabbed the panties and yanked them off to. He then got behind Tohru and placed his hands under her armpits and pulled her to her feet. Kyo helped her hobble over to the wall and told her to lean against it. Tohru did as she was told. He then ran back to get the bin and strainer and placed them directly underneath her.
“What now?” she panted.
“I’m going to need to push on your bladder and spread your labia.”
“My what?”
“The skin flaps around the vagina.”
“You can’t do that!” cried Tohru. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“We don’t have a choice. Either I do it or you do it.”
Tohru paused for a moment before saying, “Can you do it? It’s taking everything I have just to stay on my feet.”
“Alright.”
“Please be gentle.”
“I will,” promised Kyo as he knelt down in front of her and placed one hand on her vagina. As carefully as he could, he spread the labia open with his fingers. He then placed two fingers from his free hand on top of Tohru’s bladder which by this point had swelled almost to the size of an American football. “Here we go,” he declared as he pushed down on her bladder.
“AHHHH!!!” moaned Tohru as she felt the urine in her body begin to flow out. The stream started out extremely weak. In fact, she was almost certain that what wasn’t running down her legs was running down Kyo’s fingers. “We need to stop!” she cried.
“We can’t.”
“But you’re getting wet.”
“Who cares?” snapped Kyo. “Getting this stone out of you is more important than you worrying about me getting pissed on. Now just shut up and let me help you.” Tohru did as she was told. Kyo then pressed his remaining three fingers against Tohru’s bladder. She let out a loud scream as her pee stream’s strength slowly increased. Suddenly there was a loud clink. Looking down into the strainer, Kyo could see what looked like a small jagged pebble. Before either of them knew what was going on, Tohru’s trickle turned into a hose on full blast. Her piss hit the strainer with such volume and force that the strainer could just barely keep up with her. In fact, as her stream reached full flow, she was just centimeters from overflowing the strainer. Her body shuddered a bit as she began to feel a bit of splash back. Looking down, she saw that her piss was starting to turn from a dark yellow into a frothier gold color. As her bladder emptied, she moaned in relief. By the time her stream ceased, four minutes had passed. Tohru allowed herself to drip dry as the strainer finished draining into the trash can. In the end, she had managed to fill up the trash bin a little more than half-way. Kyo then stood up and took his shirt off. He then handed it to Tohru so she could cover herself up.
“Thank you,” she smiled as she took the shirt and put it on. It was long enough that it extended to just above her shins.
“Just go get changed,” blushed Kyo. “I’ll clean up this mess.”
“Alright,” agreed Tohru as she prepared to head up stairs. Before she did, she turned around and said, “How can I ever repay you?”
“Are you feeling better now?” responded Kyo.
“Yes.”
“Then that’s all I need,” said Kyo as he kept his back turned. Had he turned around, he would have seen a beautiful smile on Tohru’s face.
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Not long after that, Hitori arrived at the house. After giving a Tohru a quick examination, he determined that she was stone free. Both Kyo and Hitori made sure that Tohru got back in bed so that she could begin recovering. As the two left her room and closed the door, Hitori said, “You did a good job today Kyo. Have you ever thought about going into the medical field?”
“Hell no,” replied Kyo. “If anything, I’ll do something martial arts related.”
“I see,” chuckled Hitori as he walked down the stairs and towards the front entrance. “Well whatever you decide to do, just make sure you take good care of Tohru.”
“I will,” nodded Kyo as Hitori walked out the door. Suddenly it dawned on Kyo what Hitori had just said. “Hey what did you mean by that?” But Hitori was already driving his car down the road.
Meanwhile back up in her bedroom, Tohru couldn’t stop smiling as she thought to herself that she and Kyo were now much closer than before. Of course, she could never tell anybody about this as the whole thing was way too embarrassing. Then again, maybe it was better this way. After all, they now had a secret that only the two of them shared and in a strange way, that was far more precious to her. Needless to say, that day was something that neither of them would forget for years to come. |
This is the first omo-related story I've written!
Some important info on the main character, Fiona Oceans: her, along with the other women in her family, have the abnormal trait that they can hold their pee as long as they want to without leaking... although they do have a limit to how much they can hold and still be comfortable. They're also mostly voluptuous air-heads; Fiona is mostly an exception, in that while she is moderately curvy, she looks rather normal, and she's a bit ditzy at times. She works as a model for a company that specializes in diuretics and tight clothing. Oh, and her husband has full control over her bathroom privileges, and he likes her to go at most once every week, sometimes longer.
Now for the actual story. She was invited on to a talk show all about bladders, holding your pee, and desperation, called "BladderTV".
The host of the talk show walks on screen from the right. She's roughly 5'4" (1.63 meters) tall, with long, blonde hair held in a single ponytail, bright blue eyes and plump lips, wide hips, and particularly large breasts. She's wearing a tight, pure white dress that is just barely clear enough to reveal her lack of any undergarments except for a tight corset, and heels that are approximately 4" (10 cm) tall. She's clearly desperate to pee, taking deliberate, careful steps as she walks.
She sits down on the large, puffy chair on the left of the set, clenches her legs together tightly, puts her large coffee cup on the nearby table, and starts talking. "I'm Heather Nadmiar, and this is Piss Talk! Today we have a special guest, a model you've definitely heard of, Fiona Oceans!"
The audience claps as Fiona walks in from the left. She's wearing a tiny crop top that ends right below her breasts, extremely short short shorts that barely cover an inch of her leg and barely cover her pussy; basically, she's baring her entire middle. She's also wearing 6" (15 cm) tall heels... and she's sporting a large bladder bulge, emphasized by her midriff-baring outfit. As she passes by Heather, she casually drops a tiny pill into the host's coffee; while the host doesn't notice, much of the audience does, although they stay quiet out of curiosity. Fiona takes a seat on the right, in the smaller, soft chair, her legs pressed slightly together, but not nearly as strongly as Heather's. "Thanks for having me, Heather."
Heather takes a large sip from her coffee cup, then replies. "It's a pleasure! So, you said you were going to talk about diuretics?"
Fiona nods, then says, "Yes; a sister company to the one I model for has recently come out with a new line of special diuretics, in no less than seven different types. The main ones are weak, normal, strong, extra-strong, maximum, and super-maximum." After stopping for a breath, and a nod from Heather, she continues. "The weak, normal, strong, and extra-strong ones are pretty self-explanatory, and are just regular diuretics of varying strengths." Heather takes a larger sip from her coffee cup and starts to bounce her left leg. "Maximum-strength diuretics are not only stronger than extra-strong diuretics, but have some magic infused in them that increases their strength further and provides extra water to the body."
"W-wow..." stutters Heather, getting increasingly anxious while drinking more of her coffee. Her desperation has progressed rapidly from significant to extreme, and she grips the soft edges of her chair very tightly. The corset under her dress is visibly strained by her ever-growing bladder.
After smirking at the sight of the host getting increasingly desperate, our model continues. "These are generally recommended for either those who want to piss buckets right now, or have amazing bladders and can handle its incredible effects." The host takes a nervous sip of her coffee, but is clearly struggling to hold in the growing mass of hot pee inside her. "Finally, there's the super-maximum diuretics. They're very much like the maximum ones, but much stronger. Even someone with a well-trained bladder, like Heather, couldn't handle its effects for longer than a few minutes."
Heather bites her lip and crosses her legs tightly. Fiona continues, "In fact, to demonstrate, I put one of the soluble super-max pills in her coffee." The host's eyes widen, and then her dam finally bursts; she pees out in a large torrent, with most of the piss landing on the linoleum floor of the set. Fiona waits until she's done relieving herself before continuing; before Fiona can continue, though, Heather hides her face with her hands out of embarrassment.
"As you can see, they're extremely potent." Heather peeks out from behind her hands. "Frankly, I'm impressed she didn't burst sooner." Reassured by this, the host quickly recovers from her embarrassment.
"I'm flattered," says Heather. "Now, don't you have a little more to say about the diuretics?"
"Yes, I do. They have a variant, that applies to all seven main types, that includes a powerful aphrodisiac. Finally, none of the pills have any flavor whatsoever, so there's none of that weird bitter medicine taste."
"Well, Mrs. Oceans, it was great having you. I hope you can return soon for another episode, you've been a joy to be around."
"It's been amazing being here to talk about one of my passions!"
The two stand up and shake hands, then the curtain on the stage closes. As soon as it does, Fiona pulls Heather into a tight hug, with Fiona's stiff bladder bulge pressing against Heather's large tits. "How about we have a little chat?"
Heather blushes and nods, and leads Fiona to her changing room.
"So, uh, what's on your mind, Mrs. Oceans?"
"Please, just call me Fiona. First, I got a question for you: before the show started, how long had you held your piss?"
Heather blushes profusely. "About 14 hours, why?"
Giggling, Fiona responds. "How cute! How about we have a date sometime, my treat, so I can get to know you better and so I can train your bladder some?" Heather quietly grabs her phone, her girl-crush firmly cemented by this point. They exchange numbers, and slightly awkward goodbyes, and Fiona leaves for her modeling job. A devious smile develops on her face as she considers possibilities for a date...
(also, it would be nice to know if you all like holding or peeing/wetting more; I like them both the same!) |
As the New year comes by, we all think of the moment the old year goes by and the new one comes in. And basically the new year is a baby everyone wants to hug and make wishes.
Imagine all the ones who are going to receive the year in costume like this!
Are you up to the challenge? In any case, here is a short story that I thought of for this occasion, the story is about how you became, "The New Year Baby"!
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So, Imagine this:
You arrived at some relative's house to spend the new year's eve, and most of your family, if not all of it, were there to celebrate it. You got somehow excited to meet all of them and doing any activity, either videogames or watching a movie, or even chat about what is to come for the new year. With all that focus on the activity you did not realize you were having lots of drinks and snacks, nor even the ongoing build on your bladder, wanting at some point to release.
At one point one of the people playing stood up and leaves the sofa room, and not soon after, your need to go to the bathroom was noticed in a strong way, you quickly jumped up and dashed outside. Some of the people around giggled a bit. You assumed that person who left went to the bathroom beside the kitchen, so you dashed upstairs to the one beside the bedroom. But that bathroom was also occupied. As you were waiting, you could not help but hold the pee with your hand. You were really desperate to go, and the thought of having an accident on another's home with all the people around downstairs made you feel more anxious, not helping the holding.
After what it seem a long five minute wait, you placed your ears to the bathroom door, and you were hearing some snoring. Oh no! you thought, that was not a good sign! Who knows who the person was, maybe someone living at home trying to be tidy for the night and having a long weekend party..., but no wonder struggle to pee right now would not be lasting longer!
So you went downstairs and as you approached the bathroom door, a groan inside meant the one going to that bathroom would be staying a little bit more! You could not believe what what happening! So you went to the kitchen, and fortunately no one was preparing the dinner, as they ordered every meal and they were at the dining room. You desperately tried to find something to pee in, but also the idea to pee in a cup was not what you had in mind. What if someone comes in and sees you? But somehow you did not had a choice.
But as you wanted to reach up the cupboard, a strong sound came outside, as if a firework was shot outside near the house. That was enough for you to tremble in fear, eventually your bladder gave up holding, and pee spurted out of you, starting to wet your undies and whatever more you wore, going down your legs and making a noticeable puddle on the floor. You felt ashamed about what was happening, but at least you thanked it was not beside the bathroom or any carpet floor. You somehow were able to hold again but the damage was done. Not knowing what to do you were looking around, no one was coming here for a while. But suddenly you heard the door of the sofa room opening and you heard voices of one of your most outgoing relative (it could be your uncle, your brother or even some distant cousin). And then:
"So, who wants to volunteer to be the New Year's Baby?"
Everyone was laughing for a bit, but you shivered of what was said. You tried to move away from the scene, but you felt your body not responding as you wanted. You did not give a few steps when the outgoing relative came to the kitchen and rushed to you as if wanting to give a hug. But stopped to look at you, and then at your wet clothes.
"Hehe, looks like we have the perfect candidate...", you heard, as the outgoing one's sisters came in, having heard also and giggling a bit about your predicament....
You were done for.
What happened next, is that you were at the outgoing one's bedroom, while their sisters were cleaning the mess you made at the kitchen. They told you they were joking and wanted to help clean yourself up. The sisters were giggling again back then, so that was not so convincing, even when a grocery bag was beside the bedroom. So they agreed they would not tell anyone, and went to their bedroom.
But as soon as you went there, you were on the bed, not knowing what is going to happen next. Then from the grocery bag he took out a bag of diapers, and a white "new year" sash, and a big pacifier. You tried to protest but they reminded you, what you agreed, they would not tell anyone about your accident if you consent to make you wear the "new year baby" outfit. So you had no other choice but to agree. You trusted them not telling, and hoped this only be the time to wear that thing. Even by the way they changed you from the wet clothes you have to that diapered placed between your legs, it was soft and calm. They placed the wet clothes inside the bag and they just make you wear the sash over your top clothes. You could not help but pout about the idea, and by being tricked by them, but before anything else was said, they put the pacifier in your mouth. No more complaining.
After the changing, you returned to the sofa room, presented by the ongoing one and their sisters, as everyone else were awwing a lot, and telling you how cute you were and all other cute phrases. Your blushing was very present, at least you did not pretend it was not your idea.
And as the party continues, you were still playing, as normal as it is, in your New Year Baby costume, and people was not complaining about it. You were still chatting as normal and having fun as normal, the blushing you had before from the accident and from the change of costume was almost gone. Though when you wanted to have another drink, some pointed out, "watch out baby one, you don't want that diapie to get wet, aren't you?", and everyone giggled at that comment, your blushing then returning.
"Of course I won't! How could I ever have an accident or...", their outgoing one's sisters giggled a bit more, knowing what you have done at the kitchen, you turned yourself red, you could not give credit of what you were saying....
And by the time midnight was approaching, everyone went to the sofa, you sitting at the center. And when everyone got their drinks, some old tall relative arrived too, wearing a nice suit and a hat, wearing this year sash, representing the year that has to go. Sitting beside you, they were all giggling and awwing at the same time, taking photos with everyone at the family, and watching the clock at the wall. By the time the last minute went by, everyone were excited while you and the one beside were sitting, and by the countdown of twelve, you were so engrossed at the clock, you did not realize the old relative was taking off his hat, and by the time the countdown went zero, you got surprised by the wearing of the hat on your head.
Hugs and kisses were next, specially going for you, hugging you, kissing you, taking selfies, and touching your cheeks. You just felt the embarrassment on every moment. After all was over, the dancing and shouting, you were exhausted at the sofa, very sleepy also. You felt a warm hug from the old relative, and whispered to you, "Make everyone happy this year, will ya?" You hug him too. The awwing from everyone intensified by the scene, you just did not care about it.
The returning home was somehow calm, as you were sitting at the back seat. Either you were driving and others offered to drive you home, or you were a passenger the whole time. With you beside were your wet clothes, and you covered your legs with a cute blanket. As the travel went by, you got marveled by the post lights how they were passing by in intermittent rhythm. That make you quickly fall asleep, all with that trance and deep sensation, little you care that your bladder was giving in again, as you let go all the pee from what you were drinking at the party, heavily wetting your diaper. At some stop the ones driving looked up to you and smiling a bit, even the blanket fell off, showing the soggy diaper it became from the wetting.
All the excitement was too much for you, but you just felt so relaxed, you somehow like the sensation, and as you truly fell asleep, you remembered the old relative's word of making everyone happy, you just think:
"This is truly going go be an amazing year...."
Edited December 31, 2018 by KuddleRalph
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The Ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom,Princess Peach,Was travelling in Bowser's Kingdom with her hero,Mario.
After being saved by Mario from Bowser's wedding,she decided to go on a vacation with Mario and explore different kingdoms.
Right now,She was in front of a restaurant drinking some tea while watching the fireworks.
Peach had to admit,Despite the kingdom being themed around her enemy,It looked very beautiful.
Peach looked beside her and saw Mario looking at the fireworks as well.
He briefly looked at Peach and smiled.
Peach smiled back with a blush on her face.
After finishing her tea,She brought the cup back to the restaurant and payed.
Then she exited the restaurant,where Mario was waiting for her.
"So Mario,Where should we head next?" Peach asked.
Mario turned around and pointed at a park.
Peach smiled and grabbed Mario's hand as they started heading towards the park.
Once they entered the park,they stopped at a pond where some Koi Fish resided.
Mario and Peach stopped to stare at the pond with smiles on their faces.
However,the smile on Peach's face slowly disappeared as she stared at the water.
The tea she drank earlier filled her bladder faster than she expected.
While Mario was staring at the pond,Peach looked around.
She then saw a Festival up ahead.
"Hey,Mario?"
Mario took his eyes off the pond and looked at the princess.
"How about we go to that festival over there?" the Princess said as she pointed at the festival.
Mario gave peach a thumbs up and grabbed her hand.
Peach and Mario made their way to the festival while Peach smiled nervously.
She hoped there would be a couple of Toilets there.
Once they arrived there,Mario looked around and saw some games.
Peach however,was looking for a toilet rather than a game.
Her search was briefly interrupted when Mario tapped her shoulder.
Mario pointed a Water Gun game.
"Uh,S-Sure. We can play that." Peach said hesitantly.
Mario and Peach headed to the game.
While Mario was paying to play the game,Peach kept looking around for a Toilet.
She then saw a Portable Toilet there.
Unfortunately,she also saw a huge line-up in front of it.
Peach sighed and turned back to Mario,who was busy shooting some targets with a water gun.
All the squirting only reminder her off how badly she needed to go.
Peach her hands between her legs and looked around again.
"(That can't be the only toilet on this festival..)" Peach thought.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Mario trying to get her attention.
Peach saw his score and giggled.
"Nice Job,Mario!"
Mario gave her a thumbs up and looked for a prize for Peach.
After finding a price,They continued to walk around the festival.
With Peach's urge to use the bathroom increasing slowly.
While they walked,Peach saw another portable toilet.
Peach took a couple of steps towards it,until she saw a sign on it that said out of order.
Peach whined and bounced one the spot.
She quickly stopped when she heard Mario calling for her.
"Oh,Uh...I'm fine Mario!" Peach said as she continued walking.
Whenever Mario wasn't looking,she would place her hands between her legs.
She was reaching her limit and she didn't have the courage to tell Mario she needed to relief herself.
Her thoughts were once again interrupted when she heard a couple of footsteps.
The very second she looked up,a Hammer Bro bumped into her and Mario,knocking both of them over.
The impact caused her to leak a little.
She quickly placed a hand between her legs to regain control of herself.
However,she was quickly grabbed by the Hammer Bro.
"H-Huh! H-Hey! Let go off me!"
The Hammer Bro then ran away while dragging her with him.
Mario quickly got up and started chasing the Hammer Bro.
Because she couldn't keep her hand between her legs,Peach was having trouble holding it in.
Mario was about to catch up,when two other Hammer Bros landed in front of him and stopped him.
The Hammer Bro kept running until they were out of Mario's sight.
Peach tried to break free from the Bros grasp,but her bladder was making it difficult.
Peach then came up with an idea.
She quickly bashed the Hammer Bro with her hip.
An explosion of hearts then knocked away the Hammer Bro.
However,the impact caused Peach to let out another spurt.
Peach quickly placed her hands back between her legs and did a potty dance.
She started running around and looking around.
"(I'm at my limit! i need to go now!)" Peach thought to herself as she frantically looked around.
She started running forward while looking for a toilet.
Luckily,She saw another Portable Toilet and this one didn't have any lines,nor did it seem to be out of order.
Peach sighed with relief,causing her to let out another spurt.
She quickly tightened her grip on her lower region and looked around.
With Mario nowhere to be seen,She made a mad dash towards the toilet while keeping her hands between her legs.
Once she made it to the Toilet,she quickly banged the door shut and faced the toilet.
She saw a Japanese Styled toilet.
Without a second thought,She lifted her Kimono and janked down her panties.
The very second she squatted,Her floodgates opened and a stream escaped,Causing peach to moan.
She then continued to Pee while letting out anothe relieved sigh.
The only thing she could hear was her moans and the sound of her urine making contact with the Japanese Styled toilet.
After what seemed like half a minute,her stream weakened.
Peach let out a couple of drops and sighed.
She then grabbed some toilet paper and wiped between her legs.
She also wiped her slightly wet panties and threw away the paper.
She pulled up her panties and pulled her kimono back down.
She then exited the Toilet and let out one final sigh.
With a smile,she started walking around and looking for Mario.
Luckily,her search didn't last long as she saw Mario running up to her.
Opened her arms and hugged him.
"I'm happy to see you again,Mario!"
Peach let go off Mario and kissed him on the nose.
"C'mon. Let's see what else the festival has to offer." Peach smiled as she grabbed Mario's hand. |
It had been 6 months since Becky and Abi had moved into together. The girls had fell for each other madly and were in a very relaxed and experimental relationship. Becky was the bladder queen of the house. She could hold her pee for a long time, frequently going through a whole day at work without peeing with a personal best time of 14 hours without relief! Abi on the other hand had a very small bladder. She was used to peeing every 3/4 hours without fail. She had tried quite a few times to enlarge her bladder but her little pee hole muscles would always give in and make her pee.
"Becky, can you help me get better at holding my pee?" Abi questioned.
"I already have! We have tried almost everything, your little pussy is just lazy!"
"No it's not! And almost everything? What else can we try?"
"Well there is one thing, an old technique I used once. It was very intense though. Do you really want this? It's gonna be tough!"
Abi nodded confirming she was willing to try the intense technique.
"Okay, go and pee then Abi. Your pussy and bladder are in for a rough ride!" Becky had a really naughty smile on her face. She loved trying to train Abi to hold her pee as it meant she got to see her beautiful friend squirming around trying not to wet herself.
Abi returned from the bathroom. Becky was waiting for her holding a band aid.
"The longest you've ever held during our training was 4 hours and 42 minutes Abi. If this doesn't make you hold longer then your there's no helping you!"
Abi was looking worried. What was that band aid for?! Was she ready for this extreme bladder training?
"Sit on the edge of the bed hun" Becky patted the bed next to her. Abi did as she was told and sat down. Becky knelt on the floor in front of Abi, un-tied her converse and pulled them both off revealing Abi's cute little bare feet. She then asked Abi to remove her leggings and panties. Abi did as she was told and was left sat on the edge of the bed naked from the waist down.
Becky pushed Abi's legs apart revealing a beautifully kept smooth pussy, slightly glistening.
"You didn't wipe did you Abi?"
"Nope! It didn't deserve it. I'm fed up of having to pee so often and this is my punishment for my lazy pussy!"
"You dirty girly!" Becky replied. "I'm gonna have to dry you up before I put the band aid on though!"
Becky hurried off into the bathroom leaving Abi sat with her legs spread on the bed. By now she was starting to get a little worried. Becky returned with a strip of toilet roll and gently dabbed Abi's delicate lips dry.
"Okay, sit still Abi. I'm gonna put this thing on."
Becky unwrapped the band aid and knelt between Abi's legs. Very gently she aligned the band aid so the sticky parts lined up with Abi's puffy lips and gently stuck it on effectively sealing Abi's delicate pussy shut.
"There we go Abi. No peeing for you! What better incentive to hold than knowing you'll have to rip a band aid off your pussy when you want to pee?"
"Where do you get these ideas?!" Questioned Abi, now worrying about what it will feel like to rip a band aid off her delicate pussy lips.
"Internet. It's a great idea! You'll beat your record easy today!"
Becky watched intently as Abi slowly closed her legs. The band aid folded perfectly in half and nestled it's self nicely between Abi's puffy lips. She slid her panties and leggings back up over her sealed dainty pussy and then slid her soft little feet back into her converse. The girls then headed into town to get lunch and watch a film. Abi knew her poor bladder was in for a rough ride!
The walk into town was eventful. Abi was constantly reminded of her predicament by the tight, wedgie like sensation inside her panties. Becky kept looking down at Abi's private area as they walked.
“You comfortable Abi?” Teased Becky.
“No! It feels so weird!It's clinging to my little lips Becky!”
“Ahh you'll get used to it! How'd you think I go so good at pee holding?” Becky winked and smiled. She clearly was into some strange stuff.
Lunch went by easy enough. A large glass of lemonade for Abi set her on her way towards desperation. The girls then headed to the cinema. Becky made sure she ordered the drinks. She got Abi a nice sensible medium. Just to give her a fighting chance of beating her previous record.
Half way through the film Abi's bladder was already sending signals that it required relief. Becky noticed Abi shuffling around and re-positioning her self over and over. She decided to tease Abi, She reached over and gently pressed on Abi's lower tummy.
“Ooooh you're filling up nicely Abi!” Whispered Becky
“It's only been 3 and a half hours! I don't think I'm gonna beat my record Becky!”
“Oh trust me, you will!” Becky gestured down at Abi's pussy. “Never underestimate the power of a band aid!”
The walk home was pretty uneventful. Abi's bladder was starting to show signs of being properly full, but not quite loosing control full.
It was at around the 4 hour mark that her bladder really started sending requests for relief.
“Becky, I have to pee.” Moaned Abi.
“No you don't! You have at least 45 minutes to wait yet Abi otherwise you've failed!”
“Oooh okay! I think I might struggle!”
Another 15 minutes passed. The medium drink at the cinema was flooding into her bladder at this point and it was starting to send out some pretty clear demands for relief.
“Becky can I pee yet? I don't think I'll make my target anyway!”
“You can if you want.. quitter!”
“My pussy isn't a quitter! Not yet anyway!”
Abi's urge was beginning to spike by 4 hours 25 minutes.
“I'm going to pee!”
“Good luck.” Giggled Becky.
Abi hurried off into the bathroom with her hand pressed between her legs. She quickly pulled her leggings and panties down and sat spread legged on the toilet. She then began to attempt to remove the band aid! Big mistake. She started pulled from the corner and instantly let out a loud squeak. Becky heard from the other room. Her own private area tingled a little with excitement. Becky was into bondage and domination. This was the perfect combination!
Abi attempted to pull the band aid off a second time. The glue had stuck very firmly and each attempt made her squeal with pain a little more.
“DAMN DAMN DAMN!!!!” She muttered to her self as she shakingly tried to peal the band air off her lips.
By now her pee hole was a quivering mess. It was threatening to loose control any second. Who knew what mess that would cause when her pussy was so tightly taped shut! Abi attempted it one my time and started pulling it off slowly. Again a squeal noise came from her and she gave up.
“I'm sorrrryy little one! I can't take it off! You're going to have to hold a little longer until the pain of holding out weighs the pain of taking the band aid off” She muttered as she massaged her poor quivering pussy.
She reluctantly pulled her panties back up over her aching pussy, then her leggings. Trying to remain composed she hobbled out of the bathroom and back to the living room where Becky was waiting.
“All empty? Happy that you failed?” Teased Becky, knowing full well Abi wouldn't have been able to relieve her self.
“Mhmmm feel much better now.”
“Liar!! There's no way you got that band aid off!” Becky jumped up to Abi and pressed her bladder firmly. “Ha! Still full! I knew you would bottle it!”
“IT HURTS SO BAD!” Shouted Abi.
“I know, I know. Perfect deterrent isn't it!”
Becky stood her self behind Abi, put one arm around her and gently squeezed her quivering pussy.
“Mmmm I bet that feels good doesn't it Abi. Brief re-assuring grip on your delicate pussy!”
“I need to sit and hold Becky! NOW!”
Abi settled her self on the end of the sofa, her hand firmly pressed into her pussy trying to hold back the flow from her huge throbbing bladder. Becky hurried over to the foot stool and dragged it over.
“Here, I'll take your mind off it a bit.”
She unlaced Abi's converse and began massaging her hot little feet. Abi closed her eyes and focused all of her energy into keeping her pee hole closed tight. The 4 hour 42 minute target came and went but relief was still not coming to her poor aching bladder.
Eventually she plucked up the courage to have a second attempt at removing the band aid. This time Becky followed her into the bathroom and watched as she slid her leggings and panties down. Abi again settled her self onto the toilet teasing her pussy with the relief it so desperately required!
She slowly opened her legs to give her self access to her poor quivering pussy to attempt removing the band aid again. Becky watched with excitement as her beautiful friend fumbled around trying to peel an edge away from her sweating pussy lips.
“You really have to go bad don't you Abi!”
“YOU THINK!! MY PUSSY IS BEGGING FOR RELIEF BECKY!! AND I CAN'T GIVE IT ANY!” Snapped Abi loudly.
“Alright calm down!” Becky teased. “You could always just pull your clothes back up and make your pussy hold like mine does!”
“HELP ME GET THIS OFF NOW!” Snapped Abi again. As she shouted a spurt of pee found it's way out from the edge of the band aid. “QUICK BECKY!!”
Becky, not shaking from desperation was able to quickly find an edge and begin peeling.
“STOP, OH GOD THAT HURTS SO BAD!”
“Do you want this off or not?!” Becky snapped.
“I DUNNO! I DON'T KNOW! Another jet of pee forced it's way out from under the band aid. Spraying over Becky's hand.
“I CANT STOP PEEING! QUICKLY DO SOMETHING!”
Again Becky went to peel the band aid off. Abi squealed and Becky stopped. Abi's bladder totally gave way and began forcing pee out in a huge spray from various little gaps that were around the edges of the band aid. She peed endlessly for around 35 seconds, a huge jump from her last record of 25 seconds.
The torrent subsided. Abi panting and moaning with relief began to clean her self up with toilet paper, gently dabbing all over the band aid and her soft skin around her pussy.
“I can't even get this off Becky!”
“Best way to get them off is to sweat them off”
“What sort of suggestion is that?!” Snapped Abi.
“Seriously! It's how I get them off. Go for a run or a bike ride and they soon loosen as the glue softens.”
“You're mad you are!”
“Trust me! Get those panties and leggings back up, converse back on and go for a bike ride!”
Abi being totally at a loss as to how to remove the band aid did what her bladder torturer told her to do. She headed out the door, with a wet, pissy pussy sealed shut with a band aid on a bike ride. What a ridiculous thing to be doing, she thought to her self as she peddled along the road.
True to Becky's word, when she returned with help from Becky the band aid came away a lot easier. It was still ridiculously painful, but at least it was now off!
Becky, now staring directly at a pussy that had been basically taped up for nearly 6 hours at this point couldn't resist giving it a gently massage. Abi moaned with pleasure as Becky caressed her aching little pussy lips and her throbbing little clitoris.
“She's been a good little girly today hasn't she Abi! She held as long as you demanded, and more!” Becky leaned in and began licking Abi's pissy, sweaty pussy, rewarding it for it's hard work and suffering of the day.
“Same again tomorrow Abi?”
“Hell no! Maybe next weekend though?”
“You're on! I'm gonna tape mine shut as well. See if I can beat my previous 14 hour record!”
“Alright! Show off!” |
It was the next weekend. Becky was determined to get Abi to be able to hold as much as her.
"Do you wanna do some more bladder torture... I mean training? Bladder training?" Asked Becky.
"I'm not sure I do after last time! That band aid hurt soooo damn much!"
"Oh go on! I'll go easy on you this time. Your cute little pussy did so well last time. You did 5 hours 10 minutes in total!"
"Okay then! But not the band aid. Anything but that. Remember you said you were going to seal your self up as well!" Smiled Abi
"Okay then! And yeah I forgot I agreed that." Abi touched her pussy through her pajamas "Looks like your in for a long aching day cutie!" She said to her pussy.
"You're so weird Becky!" Teased Abi. Becky knew she was weird, but she didn't care.
Both girls got them selves showered. Becky dressed in her usual jeans and t-shirt combination and then invited Abi in to watch her seal her self shut. She pulled her jeans and panties down and opened her legs, applied her band aid gently and then pulled her panties and tight jeans back up.
"There we go! No peeing for 14 hours. I hope anyway!"
The timer for Becky had started just after 8am. That meant she would have to last until at least 10:15pm before dainty pussy would even be allowed to relieve its self.
"Now! What shall I make you wear I wonder.... Maybe a nice cute onesie. After all we are only having a lazy day in anyway!"
She went to the wardrobe and pulled out the cutest onesie she could find. It was a little naught monkey onesie and she always thought Abi looked good wearing it.
"Right put this on!"
Abi slid on a pair of pink panties. Then proceeded to get into her onesie and zip up the front. She slid her delicate bare feet into a pair of fluffy slippers to keep them nice and warm.
"Right come with me Abi!" Ordered Becky. She lead her into her bedroom and opened her cupboard. She slid out a little leather box and opened it up. Inside was a sewing kit filled with threads of various colours and plenty of needles.
"What are you doing?" Said Abi, her voice shaking a little.
"I'm gonna sew you into that onsie!"
"Are you serious!!!"
"Yup. No peeing for you Abi. And if you do, your poor little pussy will be all wet and pissy for aaaagggeeesss!"
"What do you mean?!"
"Well if you don't out hold your last record of 5 hours 15 minutes by at least 15 minutes then you will spend until 10pm sewn into this onesie with a stinky little pussy begging to be washed!"
"That's so harsh!"
"No it's not. You just gotta hold Abi!"
Becky stood in front of Abi sewing the front of her onesie shut. Round and round and round the thread went. It took her ages but she made sure that there was no way the zip was coming un-done no matter how much Abi fumbled around pulling at it.
Once she had finished the sewing the girls went for some breakfast. Both had a large mug of tea. Abi was almost certain she was going to be bathing her pussy in her warm pee at some point but she was determined to do her best. It was 9am by the time they had finished breakfast. Abi's timer had started at 8:30 and she must hold until at least 2pm then she would be spending 8 hours in pissy panties!
By 9:15 they had finished breakfast. Becky suggested watching a film. A big glass of squash was delivered to them both by Becky and they settled down to watch Harry Potter. By the end of the film Abi was already feeling bladder twinges. She gently massaged her pussy.
"Come on cutie! You can hold it!"
Becky giggled.
"It'll be a shame if she doesn't she'll be pissy for over 8 hours!"
"You'll let me out. W...w..won't you?"
"Nope! Like I said. You will be punished. And pussies that don't hold the required time will be punished harshly!"
By the 4 hour mark Abi was already struggling. Settled on the sofa next to Becky she began holding her pussy through her onesie.
"Oh dear Abi. Are you struggling already, It'd be such a shame if you peed your self!"
"Nope! I..I just like touching my self between my legs!" Abi quivered.
"Better get those pee hole muscles working hard otherwise you're going to end up a very dirty mess"
By 4 hours 30 she was beginning to properly struggle! There was no way that she would be able to hold another hour. No way at all! She was gripping her self quite tightly now and Becky was loving it.
"Oooooh are you gonna leak Abi? Is you little pussy going to start tinkling into your tight little panties?"
"NO! I can hold it!" Abi re-clamped her hand on her pussy and crossed her legs tight. Becky leaned over and pressed her tummy.
"Oooooh sooo firm Abi! That poor bladder can't hold much more can it?"
"IT CAN! And it will! I'm not sitting with a pee soaked pussy all evening!"
"Course not!" Becky giggled "It'll be already have dried by evening!"
"NO! I will hold!"
Another 20 minutes passed. Abi still had 40 minutes left of her challenge by now but her delicate pee hole really wasn't playing ball. She felt like she was going to explode and her pee hole muscles felt totally worn out. She stood up to walk into the kitchen to get some food and then suddenly dropped into a squat. Her hands were rammed hard into her pussy and her expression was hinting that she was seriously close to soaking her self.
"Ooooh Abi! Are you peeing?!" Shouted Becky.
Abi focused all her energy into her quivering pee hole and grabbed her self tight.
"Not just yet!" She struggled to her feet hands firmly clamped over her hot little pussy. "I WILL NOT WET MY SELF!"
She struggled along into the kitchen hobbling along with one hand grabbing her pussy tightly.
"You will hold!" She whispered looking down at her pussy. "You don't want to be soaking wet with pee all evening do you?!"
Becky walked through the kitchen door.
"Who's mad now Abi. Talking to your pussy are you?"
"Nooo. Just... Just willing my self not to pee my self!"
"You'll be soaked in no time Abi!" Becky walked over and gave her a quick tickle. Abi shook with a giggle and released her pussy. Instantly she felt it! A hot wet feeling between her legs. She instantly grabbed her pussy as tight as physically possible and clamped her legs together.
"DID YOU LEAK?!" Shouted Becky. "Take your hand away I wanna see!"
Abi very very slowly removed her hand. A tiny damp patch was obvious between her legs.
"Ohhhh dear Abi! It looks as though your pussy is going to be one smelly little cutie tonight!"
"Noooo... Please no Becky! I stopped the flow! It hurts sooo much to stop any more coming out! Please don't make my pussy stay all pee soaked!"
"Well you have lost he challenge! Already! With 40 minutes left!"
"I haven't I'm still holding it in!"
"You're cute little fanny wouldn't agree with that. It's all wet!"
Abi squirmed again. Gripping at her pussy.
"You're leaking again aren't you!"
Abi dropped into a squat and peed uncontrollably though her panties and onesie. A huge puddle formed around her feet and soaked her slippers.
"You dirty dirty monkey!" Joked Becky. "Look at you, pissing your self in front of your friend!"
"I...I... I just couldn't hold any more Becky! I really couldn't! Pleeeese can I change?!"
"Nope! I told you! Not until 10pm!"
"But! But! That's 8 hours away! I'll have to pee again way before then!"
"Well it looks as though you'll be re-wetting your stinky panties later on then won't you!"
"Pleaseee Becky! My little pussy doesn't want to stink of pee!"
"What if I told you I'd eat you out later if you keep it on? Does that sound reasonable? I'll like your stinky fanny clean and tickle your clit until you come.. Deal?"
"Fine! I can't believe I am doing this! My poor little pussy!"
"It'll be fine Abi! I wore pee soaked panties for 18 hours once! Don't get me wrong I was a stinky little mess down below but it felt soooo good!"
"You're one freaky, dirty girl Becky!"
"You don't say? I'm stood here with my pussy sealed shut with a band aid and a promise to eat out a girl who will have pissed her self twice in the same panties!"
"Weirdo!!" Said Abi!
Becky hurried into the other room and grabbed a thich fluffy towel and a spare pair of slippers for Abi. She handed them to her and watched as she took her soaked slippers of her wet little feet.
"Am I at least allowed to dry my feet before I put these other slippers on?" Asked Abi.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm no!" Giggled Becky.
"Fine! You better buy me a new pair! Or at least find a way to clean these!"
Becky watched as Abi slid her glistening feet into her new slippers. She then handed her the towel and told her to go and fetch a mop to clean up her naughty mess.
Once she had finally cleaned up the girls settled back on the sofa. Abi sat all pissy on her towel and Becky sat, now rather uncomfortably next to her with her delicate pussy still sealed shut. This challenge wasn't going to be as easy as she had expected! After all, it had been 5 and a half hours and she still had 8 and a half left to go before she was allowed to remove her band aid. She gently squeezed her self down below to re-assure her delicate pussy that the situation was alright, and then settled her self comfortably to start binge watching Stranger things on Netflix. She couldn't help but tingle down below knowing that Abi would be sat next to her with a pissy pussy for at least 8 hours. It was so dirty and fun!
Abi wriggled around every know and then. Becky knew this was because her wet panties were making her uncomfortable.
"How did you spend 18 hours with pissy panties??!!"
"I deserved it. I had to! I wet my self and didn't hit my target hold time so I punished my pussy!"
"I'm going to stink you know that!"
"Yup, So are your little feet!" Giggled Becky.
"I totally forgot they even got pissy! For god sake why am I doing this?!"
"Because you want to be a bladder queen like me! You want to be the boss of your pussy and your bladder, remember?"
"Oh yeah how could I forget?"
3 episodes into the show and Becky still had 5 hours of holding left. She was beginning to get worried. Her bladder was already sending signals to relieve its self. It was 8 and a half hours since her poor bladder had relief. She gripped her pussy tight. Abi noticed and grabbed her pussy as well.
"I have to pee again already Becky! Please can I go and pee?"
"Me too!" Admitted Becky. "At least you can pee whenever you want. I have to hold it! But it will be through that little onesie!"
"No fair!" Moaned Abi.
"Perfectly fair. I did say your punishment would be that you had to wait till 10pm sewn into that onesie!"
Abi gripped her pussy through her damp onesie and panties. She knew that it was going to end up soaked again before 10! She may as well give up and not have to sit through the discomfort of holding her pee again.
She stood up and teased Becky.
"Ooooh I'm soooo full Becky! I better relief my self hadn't I." She squat down directly in front of her friend and pulled her onesie up tight against her pussy. Becky saw the damp patch she already had and all she could think of was relief. Her pussy quivered and her bladder throbbed. She slid her hand tight between her legs and grabbed hard. Abi let one big spurt out. Enough to re-soaked a patch around her pussy. It tickled her clitty as it sprayed through the fabric and then she clamped the flow off.
"Mmmmm it feels soooo nice to be able to pee when I want to!" She teased. "Having a pee soaked fanny is fine if it means torturing you. Have you gotta pee Becky?"
"No! I don't have to pee at all!" She removed her hand from her pussy and instantly felt it spasm with desperation. She regretted her decision immediately!
Abi shuffled closer slightly and let another big spurt out. Again Becky felt her pee hole demand to be relieved but again she forced it to clamp shut. By now Abi was letting a small flow through her onsie. It was splashing on the floor with a delicate tinkling sound. Becky's bladder was begging for relief but she continued to deny it any chance.
"Ooooh this feels soooo nice to just relief my poor bladder. Why don't you do the same Becky?"
"I won't! I will not give into my stupid bladder! It will hold my piss as long as I demand!"
Abi stood up after finishing her relief and walked closer to Becky. She pulled her onesie up tight in front of her and showed her the lovely glistening wet patch.
"This actually feels kinda nice now I am used to it. It feels all warm and relieving."
"I WILL NOT PISS!" Becky frowned. She twinged and grabbed her pussy tight again. "NONE IS COMING OUT UNTIL 10PM!"
At this point she was beginning to panic. She knew full well her pussy would give in way before 10pm, and that would open her up to punishment from Abi!
The girls sat on the sofa through another whole hour of Stranger things. Abi sat content that she was relieved. She had lost interest in whether he pussy would stink. At the end of the day it was it's own fault for letting go of her pee without permission. Becky on the other hand was fighting a loosing battle. Her pussy was twitching every minute, her bladder pounding with desperation. She had to pee! And now!
She struggled to her feet, her hands pressed tightly into her pussy. She was physically sweating all over from how strained she was from holding. She slowly hobbled away from the sofa when suddenly it happened. Her pussy instantly became much hotter, a jet of pee had sprayed out of her pee hole and been deflected all around the inside of her panties by the band aid. She knew it was the end of the hold and struggled into a squat position where her pussy fully gave way. A huge wet patch formed instantly, and then loads of individual dribbled of pee came pouring from her tight jeans. She whimpered with relief as her pussy bathed it's self in piss. She looked over her shoulder at Abi who was watching mesmerized.
"I....I couldn't make it Abi...I just couldn't!" She whimpered.
"You poor thing! Aww your poor little pussy is going to be such a stinky mess Becky!"
"I know! I know! It deserves it! I can't believe it gave up so easy!"
She continued to squat for around 40 seconds, the puddle growing around her feet.
"I had to pee sooo bad Abi! I am so sorry! I thought I could make it!"
"It's your pussy you should be apologizing to! Letting it pee it's self means it will be punished!"
"Please don't make it too bad!"
"I'm having to sit in a onesie for 8 hours, that I have peed twice Becky! Your punishment will be harsh!"
"Fine!" She pouted as she stood up. Pee still dripping from her jeans.
It was only around 7pm and Abi was planning her punishment.
"I know Becky. You may remove that Band aid from between your legs. However, you will be pulling your pissy panties back up, sleeping in them, and then spending all day tomorrow wearing them!"
"That's sooo harsh!"
"Your pussy deserves it! Such a let down peeing 3 hours before when you said you would!"
"Fine! As long as I get to make you smell it after!"
"Deal! I dread to think how pissy mine smells now!"
The girls settled down for the rest of the evening sat in their pissy panties, jeans, and onesie. They had both been seriously dirty all day. Once it reached 9:30pm, 30 minutes before Abi's release, she stood up and again squatted in front of Becky.
"May as well make it 3 times, after all, you're licking me clean in 30 minutes!" A torrent of pee splashed through her onesie yet again. Becky sat in amazement as her best friend wet her self for the 3rd time in the same panties and onesie. How nice it would be to lick that stinky pussy clean afterwards! |
Prenote: Sorry for the long break, I'll try to be better lol.
Hi, I'm Bethany Clearwater, I'm 20 years old, and I go to college here in my hometown of Albany, New York. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and a moderate size a in the T and A department, if I do say so myself. This is my journal I'm writing in and have everyday for the past 12 years of my life!
Anyways, something really interesting happened today that was super duper embarrassing for me, and now I feel like I can't show my face anymore because of a certain... friend who is responsible for the whole dang thing.
So first, it was a normal day like any other you know, I woke up and went down to get a bowl of cereal. Then, I went to my roomate, Patrica Foreman's room, to wake her up. I then turned around to go to the bathroom before putting my makeup and clothes on, and I heard a slight moan. Definitely english, but still tired.
"Excuse me, could you please repeat yourself?" I asked Patrica.
Then, very groggily, she uttered out "What day is it?"
"Tuesday." I reminded her, shaking my head at her forgetfullness.
"Oh if I'm forgetful, then why are you trying to use the toliet, genius, it's broke!" she says, jokingly.
"I forgot" I say, but I figure out it's more of a routine thing then actually needing to pee. I could just do it before class.
I start to do my makeup when I first feel any significant amount of desperation. On a scale of 1 to 10, probably a 2. I finish up my mascara and go into my bedroom to pick out clothes for the day.
As I gaze into the mirror, I take off my shirt and start to but on my bra, momentarily holding my breath before clicking it on. I take a moment to acknowledge my bust, and decided to go for the sporty look today, as I really was feeling like that. I went into my closet and grabbed a plain white t shirt and some grey yoga pants.
"Perfect" I mutter to my self as I put my belongings in my purse, grabbed my water bottle and phone, and opened the door into the real world.
After I finished my morning classes, which were boring and uneventful, I started to feel actual desperation, ranging around a 4. It was lunch by myself, followed by a study session, and then bathroom before heading back to class.
I run-walked to the local bakery because they have great bagels, and they are usually sold out by 12:45. I devour it so quickly that I wondered if I even chewed, and I got a smoothie That I also drank in record time. I then started to study, and I got a good 15 pages in until 1:30, in which case class started in 15 minutes.
As I walked to the bathroom, I really started feeling like I had to pee. My bladder was at a 6 now, and I felt like I had to release it. When I got to the bathroom, I noticed a line of desperate girls, one even leaking, and I realized I only had 10 minutes to get to class, and I couldn't of waited in this line.
I decided to hold it for another to hold it for another 2 hours, and just wait until I got home. My afternoon class, engineering through the ages, was actually great, and I made it through without being so desperate until around 3:15, when my bladder got up to an 8, and I had to passively grab my crotch to keep myself from leaking.
Around 3:40, I had my first little leak, but only a little splotch only touched my panties. At 3:45, all of us kind of shuffled to get out of class until our teacher said that we had to do an essay about a historical landmark. Easy. Eiffel Tower.
I rushed home, with two leaks from exerting myself, and my bladder was full, at a 10. I rushed upstairs and asked Patrica if the toilet was fixed yet and she replied with
"Nah, I signed us up for a later appointment."
I used all of my self-control to keep from putting her through the wall. OK, new plan, think Bethany, think.
Wait, I've got it, I'll use the public restroom across the street! I start booking it across the street, and feel my bladder balancing on a weak board, and I let a quick stream of pee into my pants. The wetness seeps through my panties a little bit, leaving an unseeable little dark spot on my pants.
I run into the bathroom only to find all the stalls locked. I have a death grip on my crotch, until I hear a toliet flush.
It was physical torture to hear that, and it let a long stream into my pants leaving a nearly visible wet spot. I think it's over until Patrica walks behind me and says that the plumber is here.
I jump, taking my hands away from my crotch, the surprise giving my bladder an okay to let go. The warmth start's to seep into my panties, and then down my legs. The warmth and relieves feels so good, I sigh.
Only after I look down do I realize what I did. I start to run back home, and lock myself in my room. Only then do tears well up in my eyes and I realize my life is ruined, and it's all Patrica's fault. I guess if you've gotta go, you've gotta go.
So, how was it. It took me much longer to write, and I think it's better.
With love,
Senpai
Edited January 2, 2019 by OmorashiSenpai
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Bored out of her wits, Helen leans haphazardly back. She's already given up trying to read the miserable magazines offered on the flight; the military generally doesn't put too much effort towards the comfort of its squadrons. It's cramped and hot, even from her front, aisle seat, and she's directly adjacent the toilets, and can hear much more than she'd like to.
She absently drinks the standard-issue punch flavored beverage, and eventually manages to nod off for a few hours, with a little effort.
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Waking up, she feels two things almost immediately. One, a crick in her neck, two, a strong urge to urinate. A bulk of the other soldiers are asleep. One is presently coming down the aisle to collect trash. She quickly finishes off a water bottle before he comes, so that she can get rid of it along with the package for the punch.
Helen doesn't really feel like getting up, though she knows she'll have to eventually. She lingers a bit longer, though the growing pressure starts to become uncomfortable. She gets up awkwardly between the cramped rows, and as she does, the heaviness of her bladder makes itself known. Standing up, she realizes she had to go worse than she thought she did when she was sitting down. Looking forward to relief, she enters the compact stall backwards, and starts undoing her pants. Looking closer, however, she realizes something fundamentally wrong with the toilet.
Namely, that it's a urinal.
Helen kind of looks at it for a second, as if staring any longer would change it into something that would help her predicament. She feels a pang of her need, almost in reaction to the sight. Of course. She's one of two women on this plane. Frustrated, she rebuttons her clothes over her woefully full bladder, and shuffles out of the stall, embarrassed. She sits down quickly. She feels a few eyes on her.
"I don't understand. How do they expect me to use that?" She vents aloud, though more so she could be the first to bring it up before someone pokes fun at her.
"Same way you use a gun, right?" Ben, in the opposite aisle, offers crassly. "You just point..." he says, miming ridiculously, "... and shoot."
This prompts a full-on discussion from a few of the others who are still awake. She's not sure which she hates more right now, the well meaning ones who are patronizing her and telling her to cross her legs or undo her belt, or the ones who are mean-spiritedly telling her to think of rushing water, of hoses, of streams, of a full pitcher emptying its contents to the floor...
Helen is unpleasantly surprised to find out it's two hours and a half more on the flight. Two hours and a half of an aching bladder full of hot piss begging to be let out. She shifts a little in her seat, but there's no position in which she's not always aware of how badly she needs to go.
She finds herself mentally accounting for everything she's drank. A bit of water after waking up, a cup of coffee before the early plane, the punch drink, a full bottle of water... She curses herself for not thinking before having all of them.
Time passes by slowly. Helen tries to tell herself that it's not that bad, and that she's done worse before, but, to be honest, it doesn't help. One wave of slight turbulence sends a wave through her bladder. She's not going to fidget in front of everyone. She is not going to. They just quieted down about the incident earlier, and she can't do the humiliation.
She wishes she could switch her seat. She can hear all too clearly every time a man walks on idly through the isle into the restroom, the sound of him undoing his pants, the sound of a thick stream hissing noisily and splashing against the urinal, even a small, almostimperceptable exhale of relief as the stream subsides. The sound of him shaking off his dick before walking out in the process of redoing his clothes. She wishes it could be her right now. She feels so full. It's so unfair, that almost everybody on the plane gets the privilege of emptying out their bladders, but she has to sit here and hold it all in. If only she could turn into a guy, just for a little bit right now, and all she'd have to do was walk in, unzip, and then...
An hour or so passes of her sitting there with a full bladder. She's alternating between tapping her foot and bouncing her leg to distract herself from the growing sensation of need. All she wants is a bathroom. Would it have been so hard for them to put in a women's toilet?
"You doing okay?" her neighbor, Alex, says.
"Yes," Helen says quickly, stopping all movement. Her bladder feels so swollen. She needs to piss like a racehorse. It feels like she has so much inside her right now. It would be so easy to let it go right now. It would probably feel sooooo good for her to stop forcing herself to hold it and it just thoroughly ease her bladder all over herself. But she can't. She can't. She's gotta hold it, she has to stop thinking about it, she can't think of all the piss rammed inside her right now, she can wait, she can let it out later, she can wait, she's an adult-
Alex is still looking at her.
"I just have to use the restroom badly." She finds the words flying out of her mouth.
"Oh. Well, maybe if you fall alseep, you won't have to think about it."
Helen wants to sit still, but she can't help from stirring to try to keep from accidentally letting some out. "I-I can't"
"Why not?"
"Stop, I'm good, I don't have to go that badly." She retorts quickly, despite bobbing in her seat. She wants him to shut up. Stopping to talk will definitely make her let go.
Almost by surprise, she becomes aware that the plane is going to land. At this point, she allows herself to move a bit more vigorously, knowing that she's really close to being able to go. The plane shakes, and one particularly rough jerk has her for a split second lose control. As it all slows down, she gets up and lines up with everyone else to get off the plane. In her head, she tries to will everyone to go faster. They're walking off the plane now. She's never needed to piss so badly in her life.
They're all made, much to Helen's chagrin, to line up and recieve instruction for exiting the airport almost immediately. She tries desperately to stand up, straght, still, like everyone else, but the sheer amount of pressure in her bladder makes it extremely difficult, and almost makes her teary. She's so close. Why can't they just shut up...
It keeps going. And going. And it goes on a little more. She catches her eyes wandering around the open space. There, in the back... She can see it! She can see the women's restrooms, she can see people cycling in and out of it. It's right there. But she's forced to sit there and listen, like a dog. It's so hard to sit still. Without her control, she leaks a little. Somehow, it becomes even more unbearable after that. She's trying really hard to stop herself. She won't lose it when she's so close to relief, she tells herself, she's not going to piss in front of everyone. She's so close, just a little bit more... But she can't.
A hot stream of piss begins to spray out of her, and she can't stop it. A dark spot grows rapidly on her uniform. She falls to the floor, on her knees, legs apart, and she doesn't even notice, for a few seconds, everybody staring at her, because of how good it feels to finally let go and allieve the pressure she'd been feeling so intensely for the past few hours. Her pee feels so warm, all over her, and so comfortable and natural, but the high doesn't last long.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeats, looking down at herself, covered in piss. She never forgives herself for letting the others see her that way. |
I´ve decided to attempt an idea i´ve been toying with for a while – a Crime story involving
desperation.
I HOPE this is OK – as somebody not into the actual wetting I can´t say how disturbing/insulting it might be to have a character wet herself due to being murdered – but it will be overwhelmingly
about desperation so I think it should be fine.
It´ll be a multi-POV story with the first part being in the POV of the poor victim.
Includes pee desp (minor mention of poo) and wetting due to being murdered – if thats not for you – better skip this story!
Claire was in a hurry.
She bumped into another pedestrian as she speed-walked around a corner, muttering an apology as she scanned the street ahead. Another non-descript city block, no restaurants or stores.
Pressing her legs together tightly, she groaned inwardly as she hurried down the sidewalk,
cursing herself for not asking to use the toilet after her job interview. And for the extra tall coffee she´d had beforehand. And for her tiny bladder.
Here she was, 23 years old, in a city she barely knew, lost, and about to pee her pants.
She turned yet another corner, this time barely avoiding running into the woman pushing a stroller, shooting her a brief look before she spotted the store. Selling...who knows what. Claire didn´t care. Pushing through the door, she half-walked, half-hobbled towards the counter and the guy behind it eying her, legs pressed together as much as possible.
„Please…uh…excuse me“ she stammered, feeling herself blush bright red to match her hair color.
„Could I….do you have a restroom I can use?“ She looked at him pleadingly, saw him glance down at her legs.
„Its an emergency!“ she added, almost in a whimper, fidgeting in front of him desperately.
She watched him, willing him to say yes, to point at a door, to her way to relief. To salvation.
„I´m sorry but I´m not allowed to let you“ he said, blushing himself now, apologetic. Claire didn´t care, she was too desperate to care that he was actually pretty cute.
„Please, I can´t…I really can´t hold it. I´ll wet myself if you don´t let me go…I won´t tell anybody i promise! I´ll even buy something…just pleeeeease let me pee!“ she said, as fast as she could, frantic for him to understand the seriousness. Not caring about embarassing herself. Not caring about anything except her full bladder, screaming for relief.
„I really am sorry“ he started, blushing further as he stared at her „but I´m just no allowed to…“ he pointed to a camera in the corner, shrugging. „I need the job….“ He added, embarassed now, too.
In another situation, Claire would have been touched by his obvious empathy. Now, she was just too panicked.
Fighting back a sob of despair, she groaned at him „at least tell me the closed toilets!“ Loud,
urgent, rude. She saw him flinch, knew he didn´t deserve this. She didn´t care. Didn´t care either as he glanced down again as she slammed one hand into her crotch, crossing her legs tightly over it to squeeze her pussy.„Sorry….I don´t know the area….“ He muttered, clearly unsure how to act. Probably worried about his floor. Or the fact he´d gotten a visible bulge in his pants. In another situation, Claire might be interested in that too. But not now.
With another sob and whimper, she turned and fled the store, walking on the spot outside.
Walking at least helped a bit with the overbearing pressure of her bladder. She could see nothing else on the street except the woman with the stroller, just turning the far corner. She couldn´t have gone far from the speed which she moved at. Claire started off after her.
She tried to run, but immediately abandoned the attempt when she almost lost it right there and stopped, holding herself again. Starting off again, she found that a almost normally paced walk worked best – she could press her legs together and have her tighs rub against each other as she did. She still had to urinate – desperately – but didn´t feel like it was going to run into her
shoes any moment. For now.
„Excuse me!“ she gasped, approaching the woman. She saw her turn, eyes going wide. She probably didn´t look to friendly right now. She tried to force a smile, but it turned into a grimace instead. The woman started to open her mouth, looking worried, moving in front of her stroller, as if to protect it from her. Still looking at her face – flushed, grimacing, sweating, hair and makeup a bit askew. She reached for her bag. To use it to protect herself? To pull out pepper spray? Claire walked on, too desperate to think about that. Stopped a few steps in front of her, immdietely grabbing herself again, squirming on the spot. The woman stared, wide-eyed – and then glanced down at her crotch.
Immediately Claire saw her face soften, understanding. Her face relaxed, she released her grip
on her bag and the stroller. Looked back up at her face, smiling compassionately. She
understood. Had probably been there herself more than once.
„There´s a public one in the park, honey. Take the next left and you´ll be right at the entrance. Its just inside to the right“ She said even as Claire opened her mouth to ask.
„Thank you“ she gasped, looking at her in gratitude. Gave her a tiny smile then hurried past her, not wasting any precious seconds in small talk. The woman understood.
Claire hurried around the final corner and saw the park entrance 20 meters ahead. With an inward sigh of relief she walked on, intent on finally finding the release she craved.
Passing a tiny alleyway, she saw a dark figure stepping out in the corner of her eyes. An alarm
bell went off in her head, overriding her desperate mission. She stepped off the sidewalk and turned towards the figure, not thinking of her bladder for a moment, even though her legs crossed automatically.
The figure resolved into a girl wearing a hooded sweater, about her age. Claire simultaniously sighed in relief and gasped in despair as she felt herself leak into her panties. Hand flying to her crotch she turned towards the park and hurried on with the merest glance at the girl looking at her. Noticing her tightly crossed legs and wiggling torso, but not connecting it in her mind. Not sparing a second though to the mental alarm she´d had. Not caring about anything but finding relief.
Entering the park, she turned right, and could have laughed with happiness at the sight of a small toilet building. Old, none too clean, and unisex. Claire didn´t care. She hobbled towards it, ripping open the door. Sink, dirty floor. 2 stalls, but one without a door,
and without a toilet. Rushing for the second stall with one hand in her crotch, she reached for the handle with the other. Tugged – nothing. Jiggled the handle – still nothing.
Panicking, she glanced down. Saw the red indicator. Saw 2 stiletto-ed feet under the door. Heard the soft groan inside and a splatter.
„Occupied“ came another groan from inside.
„Oh god please please hurry its an emergency!“ Claire groaned, pee dancing on the spot, holding her pussy with both hands.
„I´ll try ohhhh“ the girl moaned back with another wave of soft poo into the bowl.
Claire almost started crying as she pee danced at the stall door, staring at it, willing it to open. To let her sit and pee, no matter how filthy the toilet was. She didn´t care. Only cared about keeping her jeans dry. Her panties were already a bit wet.
She turned as she heard the door behind her open, admitting the girl in the sweater. Hood down now, red ponytail swinging as she hurried in, hand between her own legs.
„Oh hi…you waiting for the loo?“ she said, face flushed red as she approached. Claire nodded,
staring.
„Guess i´ll have to queue, I hope ist not long.“ The new girl said conversationally. „I am dying for a wee.“ Claire saw her eyes flicker down to her legs and crotch. Saw her smile waver for amoment. Saw her eyes widen slightly, shining. Alarm bell were ringing in her head again, but she didn´t know why. Didn´t care why.
Feeling a longer spurt escape into her panties, she gasped and turned back to the door, reaching up to knock once, twice. „Hurry I can´t wait“ she whimpered.
„Sorry“ came the dreaded reply „I´ll be a ohhhhhh dear while“. The girl inside squirted again,
groaning in relief, almost making Claire loose it while she fought back the sobs.
„I can´t hold it…“ she whimpered again, quietly, to herself. The alarm bells were ringing, constantly, in her head. Probably warning of the impending accident. Maybe of something else.
But Claire didn´t care. She couldn´t – not anymore. Not with every ounce of mental strenght she
had was devoted to keeping control over her overfull, exploding bladder for one more minute.
„I can´t believe its taking so long“ she heard the girl say behind her. Sounding excited. Probably just desperate.
„Can you knock again please I can´t wait“ she added, voice suddenly quiet.
Automatically, Claire raised her free hand to knock on the stall door. She didn´t think about why the girl didn´t reach around and knock herself, or simply yelled at the girl inside to hurry. She just reached up and knocked. Once, twice.
She felt a small, sharp pain in her lower back, eyes opening in surprise.
She felt hot breath on her cheek.
„Thank you“ she heard the girl whisper, almost a soft moan in her ear. It felt almost nice.
Her back suddenly felt warm, and she started to notice more pain in her back.
She turned around, but the girl was leaving. Suddenly feeling weak, she reached up with her
hands to steady herself. But she slid down to her knees anyway, one hand grasping the door
handle.
Her mind started to fog, and she felt cold. Except her legs, which were warm – her bladder
pumping its contents into her jeans, unchecked. She fought for a moment to stay upright, hand jiggling the stall door handle, before her strenght gave out and she fell backwards to lie in the pool.
„I´m sorry, i´m not finished I must´ve eaten something off“ the girl inside said, groaning as she voided her bowels messily.
Claire didn´t care. She closed her eyes, feeling cold and tired.
And died. |
Part 2
The murderers POV
I hope you enjoy it - contains mild poo desp
„Oh god hurry up!“ she thought as the elevator sprung into motion. Her legs were clamped together,
knees slightly bent as she shifted her weight, feeling her slightly wet panties under her skirt from
several leaks she hadn´t been able to stop on the dash from the bus into the building and the
elevator. She could scarcely believe her bad fortune that had led her to this – about to pee her skirt
in the university elevator.
It had started with her oversleeping, waking up barely in time to still make class. She´d skipped her shower and put her full morning bladder on hold as she rushed through a bite of toast, gathering her
things into her backpack and putting on a skirt and top before dashing for the bathroom on the way
out. But it´d been locked, and her frantic inquiries had been unheard – or ignored – by her sister in the shower.
So she´d run out of the house with a painfully full bladder, running to the bus stop hoping to quickly pop into the restroom their before she caught her bus. She´d arrived at the stop with a full 3 minutes to spare before her bus – the last that would get her to university in time – meaning more than
enough time for a much needed pee. But then the stall had been occupied as well, and the woman in
there less than sympathetic to her knocking and pleading as she took a poo.
She´d finally had to rush out as the bus pulled in, hand between her legs, to take her seat on the bus.
At least sitting, and twisting her legs together as tight as she could, helped a little – at least enough so she´d arrived at her stop dry.
But getting up was torture, and her bladder rewarded that torture with a long leak into her panties.
The leaking hadn´t been helped by the dash into the building behind the other students, who took
the stairs – something she didn´t dare in her condition. She knew if shed tried that, she´d make a puddle right there, even if the girls room was just one story up. So she´d gone for the elevator, pee dancing like a little girl waiting for it to arrive.
„oh god hurry up!“ she muttered again as the old, slow elevator finally arrived, doors opening in
agonizing slowness. Clamping her legs together, she gritted her teeth and half walked, half hobbled down the corridor towards the girls toilet. Just seeing the sign made her loose another, longer spurt
into her panties which started to turn very wet, and she fought the urge to hold her pussy – if she pressed her skirt onto her panties now, it would leave a big stain.
She let out a silent groan as two girls passed her and entered the loos ahead of her, walking faster than she could manage in her condition.
„I hope the last cubicle is free“ she thought with despair, knowing she was seconds from a full-blown accident.
As she opened the toilet door, she heard 2 stall doors being closed and locked, the left and right one.
With a last effort she dashed for the middle one and reached for the handle…which didn´t budge.
„Occupied!“ a girl said from the inside, just as the girls flanking her both started to pee.
She just gasped loudly, hands flying to her crotch pressing onto her pussy desperately, her skirt instantly getting a big spot.
„Please…hurry up. I…..I´m about to wet myself“ she moaned, squirming frantically, the sound of two
pee streams making her spurt uncontrollably.
„I can´t hold it are you don!“ she half-yelled before the girl had answered.
„Sorry i don´t feel too good…“ the girl replied, followed by a splatter into the loo, which she didn´t
really hear anymore.
She felt her control slip, hot urine drenching her panties, skirt, hands, legs. Filling her shoes, and puddling at her feet. She sobbed once – twice. Then stopped.She´d bent over slightly, now straightening up, looking nowhere in particular as she wet herself,
uttering a brief moan of relief, eyes misting.
And in her mind, a voice boomed.
„The hunt begins…“
---- later that day ----
She crossed her legs tightly as she waited to cross the street, gently bobbing up and down on her heels. She could feel her full bladder, the uppermost button of her jeans pressing against its lower edge now that it had swollen up to its full size after long hours of sipping water and looking for a
suitable release. It looked like she´d have to find a toilet soon, without finding what she craved. She cringed in thought, both at her desperately full bladder and the prospect of facing the aftermath that
always came of unsuccessful hunts.
Keeping her legs close together, she crossed the street at a brisk pace, turning left towards the
nearest public restrooms, at the park. She´d long since memorized all the toilets open or available to the public and could usually tell how busy they were, too. Unfortunately, it would be deserted. Her
bladder protested, insisting that this was good, and she sighed as she approached the next corner, her desperation rising again as she set her mind to peeing as quickly as possible.
„Oh I´m sorry…“
The girl that almost collided with her as they both rounded the corner at the same time bumped her
shoulder into her arm, making her gasp in surprise. Before she could respond, the girl had continued a few steps, but as she glanced after her she stopped, bent over ever so slightly and pressed her legs
together quite obviously.
She had to stiffle a moan as her brain processed the scene. The girl had to pee. Badly. After a
moment she hobbled onwards.
Her mind raced. Plans forming, discarded. Schemes consolidating. Even as she thought furiously, she
had to squirm on the spot, her bladder screaming for relief. She shut it out, knowing she had to work
fast. If she lost it, everything would be ruined.
Coming to a decision, she hurried after the girl, just seeing her enter a shop. A kind-looking lady
pushing a stroller was moving down the sidewalk slowly.
She hurried up to her, smiling.
„Excuse me, do you know the nearest public toilet?“ she asked in her best damsel-in-distress voice.
„I am quite desperate“ she added, pee dancing for emphasis, and because she couldn´t stand still
anyway.
„Of course“ the lady smiled back kindly. „Just in the park one street over.“
„Thank you!“
She walked off in that direction, knowing of course where it was. She also knew only one stall was
left usable in it, and that stall would be free. That would have to be remedied.
Her bladder protested again, telling her to go pee already, and she briefly put a hand into her crotch as she entered the park. Stopping for a moment, squirming on the spot, she scanned the few people
walking nearby. Spotting a girl in running gear stretching at a bench, she smiled. Perfect.
Quickly she walked over, removing her hand from her crotch as she dug a fruit juice container from her small backpack, steeling herself to not appear desperate for a few moments.
Stopping beside the girl with her legs slightly apart she had to consciously fight the urge to cross them or clamp them together a she smiled.
„Hey“ she said, making the girl look at her.
She held out the juice „Would you like a juice? They gave me an extra by mistake. Its really good“
She smiled again, invitingly, adjusting her weight to the other foot. Her control almost beginning to
waver as she held back the flood of pee by sheer force of will. Finally the girl smiled „Sure, that´d be great, thanks. I´m really thirsty!“„No problem. Take care“ she said, quickly turning and walking off, inwardly groaning as she rubbed her legs together tightly. Glancing back. She saw the girl open the packet and drink. She smiled.
Stopping at a bench nearby she sat down, crossing her legs tightly and moving her butt around.
Trying not to be too obvious, she looked at the girl, stretching again. Nice legs, good butt.
She looked at the entrance of the park, not far off. The desperate one hadn´t arrived, yet. But it shouldn´t be long. Her gaze shifting back to girl, she breathed deeply with anticipation. That should
be long, either.
It was only another few moments.
The girl froze mid-stretch, straightening up. She could even see her butt tense in the tight shorts as she put a hand on her stomach before hunching over slightly.
„Oh god“ she heard the girl exclaim before hurridly taking off towards the toilet building just nearby.
Walking stiffly, hand on her stomach.
She stood, following her. As she stood, she had to press her hand between her legs again at the sudden movement. Walking helped – a little. She couldn´t last much longer, either.
As the jogger reached the toilets, she put a hand on her butt and charged inside, slamming the stall
door.
„ohhhhhh gooood“ she heard her groan with a loud splatter as she passed the entrance to the loo.
She´d be in there a while.
Approaching the entrance oft he park, she glanced around quickly for the other girl. Nothing yet, but
she couldn´t be far. Quickly darting into a small alley just outside the park, the shoved a hand into her crotch and crossed her legs over them.
„Hurry up“ she muttered, desperate for release. In more than one way. It was just moments away,
what she´d been waiting, hoping, longing for so long. She danced on the spot desperately. Then, finally. There she came.
She emerged a little too early – saw the girl start in panic. Stopping and crossing her legs tightly, she just stared at her as she held her own pussy, turning to hurry into the park.
Counting to 10, she almost lost control of her own bladder as she followed at a rapid walk, mirroring the girl with her hand in her crotch.
As she reentered the park, she saw her rush into the toilet building.
Face flushing with anticipation, she followed. Opened the door, saw the girl pee dancing at the
occupied stall, holding herself. Heard the jogger inside squirting and moaning.
„Oh hi…you waiting for the loo?“ she asked as she hobbled behind the girl, voice made slightly hoarse from the anticipation.
The girl just stared and nodded. She was sure she´d see her rock-hard nipples chafing painfully against her bra, her arousal rising with every movement of the girls legs and butt pee dancing in front
of her.
„Guess I´ll have to queue, I hope ist not long.“ She said, barely stiffling a moan as she grabbed her aching pussy again.
„I am dying for a wee“
Seconds stretched as she stared at the girl, unable to look away. Her legs moving as she pee danced, bum swaying. Suddenly she gasped and turned, banging on the stall door in desperation.
„Hurry I can´t wait“ she whimpered, bent over slightly, ass sticking out towards her.
She had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from moaning as she almost orgasmed right there.
„Sorry, I´ll be a ohhhh dear while“ the jogger groaned from the stall, still pooping.
„I can´t hold it…“ the girl sobbed, clearly on the verge.
She took a deep breath, felt her arousal peak. It was time. Her mind cleared as her right hand closed about the handle under her shirt, left lodged firmly between her jiggling legs.
„I can´t believe ist taking so long“ she said, hearing herself as if in a distance.
„Can you knock again please, I can´t wait“
She watched the girl as if in trance, raising her hand to knock. Saw a small wet patch on her butt where she´d spurted too much for her panties to handle. Heard the knocks.
With a fluid motion she drew and brought her hand holding the thin, long blade up and forward, easily piercing the girls clothes and skin, angled up under her ribs.
„Thank you“ she moaned into the girls ear as she leaned against her, shuddering with an intense orgasm that almost made her wet her own pants.
Gripping her pussy tight to stop the spurt that escaped into her panties, she turned and hurried out of the toilet without a glance back at the form lying on the floor.
„Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!“ she muttered, looking around outside for a suitable spot. There was no time for subtlety, her bladder reminded her with another spurt soaking into her panties.
Spotting a large tree a few hundred meters off, she started to speed-walk towards it, hand between her legs. A couple of passersby looked at her curiously, one young guy staring with mouth open. She
was too desperate to care, angling off the path towards the tree. Left hand still holding herself, she opened the buttons with the right, gasping as she leaked again.
Finally reaching the cover of the large tree she let go of her crotch, frantically tugging at her pants. As they came off, she started squatting as pee errrupted through her panties before she could yank
them off.
Pissing furiously she sank into a squat, back against the tree, letting out a deep, soft moan of relief as she released her pee into the dirt, shuddering again as a second, equally powerful orgasm rocked through her body, making her clamp one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
After what felt like ages her stream stopped and she quickly pulled up wet panties and pants and walked of determinedly towards another exit, flushed and content.
As she left the park, she heard
faint screams behind her, coming from the direction of the park ladies room. |
The Dedication
For @Bangarang - you asked for a woman hogging the bathroom while a man really needs to get in there. Well the original story I started writing is still a Work-In-Progress - but this one kinda fits your prompt. So till Karen's Karma gets here, I hope you enjoy this ?
The Desperation Scale
I decided to define my scale in terms of what a person with an average bladder and no shyness would do at this fullness on a long road trip - that's a situation we can all sympathize with after all. And I started at 5, because who cares about fullness till they actually need to pee?
5 - You would stop at the first rest stop you see on the way
6 - You google the nearest rest stop and drive there, even if it is not in the way
7 - You look for the fastest option - a deserted road will do.
8 - You're going behind the next largish bush you see.
9 - Bursting. You will pull over to piss right now - modesty be damned.
10 - The only reason you're still holding is because there's a cop waiting to ticket you for sex crime if you pull it out. You've minutes before it comes out, with or without your permission.
The Story
Kyle had always thought his large bladder was a blessing. Even as a kid, his natural capacity had saved him embarrassment a load of times. In his early adulthood, he had recognized the benefits of being able to delay taking a piss - from never missing a minute of concerts and football matches, to being able to calmly outwait your opponent at negotiations, never needing to succumb to a bursting bladder was a brilliant superpower. As a result, he had gone about improving his bladder capacity - and at 25, he rarely, if ever, peed more than twice a day. He would take a piss after he woke up around 6am - to start the day nice and empty. Then he would go on his daily 4km run - the flat abdomen, the toned legs and trim build didn't come easy after all. Shower, breakfast with the inevitable cup of coffee, and then cycle an hour to office. By the time he reached office, he has usually consumed at least a litre of water thanks to all the exercises. He keeps well hydrated through out the day - mostly on water. By the time he is done with his day, typically around 4pm, his bladder feels stretched out. 10hrs and 3 liters of liquids would do that to a man. He still waits till he gets home though - why use dirty urinals if you can use a clean one? After years of practice, his bladder capacity is around 2 litres - and he usually pees between 1500-1600mL once he gets home. So no, he is never really desperate - though he is often uncomfortably full, a throbbing sensation in his lower abdomen accompanying him home every evening. A man in the middle of 7/10 zone you could say. Even on the days he goes out drinking with his mates in the evening, he rarely needs to pee before bed. He waits till morning - never liked giving in to his bladder anyway. So yeah, he had the peeing thing all figured out. Till right about now.He had picked up Ruby, his girlfriend, from the airport directly after office yesterday. Taken her to a nice, romantic dinner. Gone dancing and bar hopping afterwards. Had a great time actually.Knowing he wouldn't get home till at least 10pm, he had policed his liquid intake throughout the day - determined to avoid using a public toilet. Not that he had to police it too much - especially later in the night he had drunk with abandon, knowing his bladder will make it home safe. Under a lot of pressure, but safe.
And the plan had worked out perfectly fine. Really, it had.He had delayed taking his morning piss till after his run. If truth be told, he was bursting by the time he made it back - he could feel the pee sloshing around his bladder with each step he took by then. Apparently his body wasn't used to holding so early in the morning. But he had made it through the 4kms and didn't exactly have to rush to the toilet. There might have been frequent stops to cross his legs and squeeze his dick shut during the run. But there was no one to see anyway. And the pleasure when his bladder finally relaxed properly (30 seconds that felt like hours) and the pee started gushing out of him, deflating his bladder? That could only be described as orgasmic! As a man who permitted himself to pee only twice a day, Kyle knew how underrated the pleasure of a much needed pee was. He quickly crossed his legs, groaning softly, as pain shot through his bladder. Thinking of your last piss, while almost pissing yourself, is a terrible idea. He kneaded his dick, hoping he could last till the bathroom was free. Probably for the first time in his life, he wasn't sure he would. His entire length was tingling with the need to pee - he has never been this desperate in his life. But then, he has never gone 24 hours without a pee either.He gulped down his pride and knocked on the door. "Hey, you nearly done?" he managed to croak in a trembling voice"Someone's impatient" came Ruby's teasing response.Oh, if only she knew! He couldn't even stand straight - the weight of his bladder pulling him down. He had been standing here, legs crossed, bent double, hands firmly on his crotch, for nearly 10minutes now. Hearing the shower running was torture for Kyle's poor bladder. But he couldn't move away - he had barely managed to walk the 20 steps from his bed to the bathroom without wetting himself. If he had to move his legs even an inch apart, he would wet himself. He just knew it."Babe, I really need to pee" he admitted. He had never had to admit to a need to pee - even as a child, his parents would be the ones admitting a need and taking a rest stop before he became too desperate.
But desperate times call for desperate means. He was minutes away from completely wetting himself. By a miracle he hadn't leaked yet - probably the finger against his pee-hole helped (After 5 minutes of waiting outside the door, he had bid goodbye to decorum and kept a finger busy firmly rubbing the tip of his cock. He was naked and cluctching his dick for dear life anyway. What difference would a finger make! The friction had felt heavenly. But the relief had been short-lived - his bladder was way over capacity)"Well, should have peed before bed" she responded a little sarcastically.Ya, he should have. Any normal human being would have. But for the first time, his large bladder had gotten him in to trouble. After that orgasmic morning pee, he had restricted his liquid intake throughout the working day. As a result, when 4pm came around, he was a 5/10 rather than his normal 6/10, inching towards 7/10. When he sat down for dinner at 6:30pm, he was still doing pretty well - just a 6/10. The two glasses of wine and two of water accompanying dinner notwithstanding, when Ruby excused herself to go pee before they left, he hadn't been tempted at all. He was just entering the 7/10 zone - he would be fine.He had let himself drink freely once they went to the disco - he knew the movement would work in his favor if he did start needing a pee, and he would be home soon. By 9:30pm he was at a solid 8/10. Thank goodness for dancing and superb bladder control. His spinchter had no problem holding back the waves - though without his training, or if he was forced to be absolutely still with legs spread apart, he would probably have wet himself.Ruby had excused herself again, but Kyle had decided to reduce his drinking rather than give in to his urges. He couldn't refuse to drink completely - after all, bar hopping had been the point - but he refused the beers and went for shots. 15ml, even drank 5 times, is a lot less than 750.However the diuretic effects were not. As his bladder could attest right now - after they had 7 or 8 hours of sleep to work their "wonder".Still, when they stumbled home at 10:30pm, Kyle had been in control. Ruby had waddled quickly to the toilet - murmuring she was "bursting for a wee". Kyle, in spite of his bladder reaching a very uncomfortable 9/10, had been a gentleman and let her go first. Entering their bedroom, he had merely rubbed his lower abdomen and promised it relief soon. There was a dull ache and a steady pressure at the base of his penis and he had to keep his thighs close together - but he was literally 20 steps away from a toilet. And not like he was unused to controlling his bladder.What could go wrong?Well, a lot actually. Kneading his dick wasn't doing it any more, neither was frantically rubbing against his pee-hole. He could feel a few drops slide out of his tightly clenched spinchter and rush across his urethra. He could feel the dampness against his fingers. Fuck, he couldn't believe this - he was wetting himself!With every ounce of will power he had, he managed to stop the flow. The pain in his rock hard bladder was intense. The waves that hit the base of his dick every few seconds, felt like someone was beating his bladder with a hammer. He looked around the room, looking for any receptacle that would hold at least some of the pee waiting to gush out. Unfortunately there was none.
Fortunately though, the shower had stopped - Ruby must come out soon. But he didn't have more than a minute left in him. As he had found out during his "training", once he started leaking, it was impossible for him to stop, or hold back for longer than a minute or two.Oh, why hadn't he peed last night? Oh yes, the curse of a large bladder.As he changed in to pyjamas, his bladder had gratefully bulged outwards, finally free of the restricting jeans. He was so used to his jeans digging in to his bladder, he hadn't even consciously noted the pressure till it was removed. His need to pee immediately reduced back to 8/10 - apparently as a thank you from his overworked bladder. Or, given later events, may be a fuck you.Ruby had come out looking much relieved and enveloped him in a hug. The hug had escalated to frantic kissing - the kissing becoming slow and lingering only once the clothes had come off. All thoughts of peeing had disappeared in the ectasy of finally having her close again (and having space for his bladder to expand hadn't hurt). Sparks had flown on their bed for the next hour - he could swear to that.What hadn't flown out was the veritable flood in his bladder. When they had finally collapsed in each other's arms, he had felt a sharp jolt from his bladder, reminding him of the long held back piss. But he had Ruby in his arms, and it was warm, and post-sex cuddles were the best thing in the universe. Though he was at a 9/10 by then, he knew he could wait some more. Crossing his legs and manouevering his bloated bladder to a slightly more comfortable position he had decided to wait "just 5 more minutes".And fallen asleep. He had woken up with a very desperate urge to pee, at 6:30am. Today. Almost 24 hours worth of pee hammering against his spinchter, demanding to be let loose.
He could barely think straight in his desperation - instinct guiding his hands to his cock, rubbing frantically, trying to gain some semblance of control. It was a miracle he didn't wet the bed - he had consumed five or six litres of liquids and not peed in 24hours. His bladder had definitely exceeded its 2L capacity. It had taken a few minutes for the wave to subside enough to let get out of bed. Every movement was tortuous for his over filled bladder. Even when he was training himself to hold, he had never been this desperate. It was definitely a 10/10, and only his extremely well trained muscles had kept him from pissing all over the bed and floor.He had bent double as soon as he stood up - the sudden pull of gravity nearly overcoming his tenuous hold of the floodgates. His bladder bulge was prominent and huge - made even more obvious since he hadn't bothered putting on clothes last night. He had hobbled his way to the toilet, stopping every two steps to grab himself or hold up his rock hard bladder. After what felt like hours, he had found his hand against the door knob. Looking immensely forward to the white porcelain throne, he had turned the knob. That's when he had heard the shower running and almost pissed himself again. Fuck, he couldn't believe it - after holding for almost 24-hours, his body really wasn't in a state to hold it till Ruby finished her shower. He almost screamed in frustration. Oh, he needed to pee so so bad! How could life be so unfair?He really should have splurged on the 2-bathroom apartment, he thought ruefully as he hopped from foot to foot trying to maintain some semblance of control. He thought about begging Ruby to open the door - but his pride and shame took over, and he settled for a frantic pee dance and grinding his cock against his thigh, in a desperate attempt to hold on. It wasn't doing him much good though. After 5 minutes of hearing that shower run, his desperation increased further. He hadn't thought it was possible - but now he could feel a constant wall of pressure at the base of his dick, the litres of hot piss waiting to come out. That's when he had given in and started rubbing the tip of his penis - gaining a tiny little bit of relief.Another 5 minutes had passed before he gave in and knocked. He knew he was minutes away from losing control completely - his bloated bladder producing a constant sharp ache, even though he was bent double and clenching every single muscle. He felt like there was a ton of bricks in his abdomen. There were tears in his eyes from the pain of holding a day worth of piss in. He thought he would piss any second, he thought of the exquisite relief it would bring. He nearly lost it, till conditioning and shame brought him back to reality and he focused his mind on keeping just one muscle tight. And that was 5 minutes ago now. As his fingers dampened from his leak, he croacked out "Please Ruby, I can't wait a second longer".He thought he could feel the over worked muscles loosening, slowly being forced apart, as the litres of piss dug out an escape route, cheered on by the vice-like pressure inside the bladder. If Ruby didn't open up, they would have a huge mess on the bedroom floor to clean up. Even a large bladder has a finite capacity!Something about his voice must have gotten the urgency through, because Ruby opened the door almost immediately - water dripping from her still wet body. Bent double in pain, Kyle couldn't see the concern on her face - he could think of nothing but the toilet as another few drops dribbled out. He just about managed to make it inside the bathroom as drops of pee escaped his fingers and pattered to the floor."Shit, I am sorry babe. Didn't realize it was this bad. Should have said something sooner!" Ruby apologized guiltily. Kyle couldn't even answer - every ounce of his mental power was concentrated on keeping his spinchter locked till he reached the toilet.Every step was agony - even the mincing steps he took jolted his bladder. He dimly heard Ruby saying "babe, just let it go! It's okay, I will clean it up. Just, just pee" - she could see the extreme pain he was in. But he continued stubbornly towards the toilet in slow motion, leaving only a trail of yellow drops behind him.Finally, finally he had reached the promised land. He couldn't even stand up straight - he just hunched over the toilet bowl, balancing with a hand against the flush tank and let his muscles relax. Only a few drops came out, his spinchter not believing it actually had permission to unlock. He cried out in frustration - the pain was insane, and yet here he was was getting only drops of relief.Ruby walked up to him and gently laid a hand against his shoulder. "When was the last time you peed?""7 o'clock." He croaked out. "Yesterday morning" he added through clenched teeth, as he tried forcing his muscles to relax."What!?" was the only response a shell shocked Ruby could muster."Large bladder" Kyle responded sarcastically.As Ruby rubbed soothing circles on his back, his spinchter finally relaxed enough to let a spurt out. And then another. He sighed in relief, though the relatively tiny amounts of pee leaving his bladder didn't reduce the pressure one bit. At least it was better than drops. It took a full 2 minutes before he started peeing with full force, Ruby watching the golden stream erupt from his thick penis in utter awe, hands stilled in surprise at the sheer force of the waterfall. The toilet water was frothing where it hit, little splashbacks hitting Kyle as he sprayed a gusher all over the toilet bowl. He couldn't care less - the relief was exquisite. Not like he could have slowed the stream, even if he had tried. He continued peeing at full force for 30s before his bladder even softened - and it took a good two minutes before his bladder bulge disappeared. He could feel his bladder deflate, the pain reducing as the pee flowed away - though he knew from experience the dull ache wouldn't go away for quite a while afterwards. He could live with that.A minute later, the stream had reduced to a trickle and Kyle could stand up straight again. Ruby kissed him on the mouth as his pee continued to trickle out in to the toilet bowl - the water level a good few inches above normal. When his bladder finally emptied after 24 hours, and Ruby deepened the kiss, Kyle decided Heaven did indeed exist on Earth.
The Desperate Cry for Feedback
You know the drill ? Please leave your comments and feedback - what worked for you, what didn't? Did you like it? Was the change of tense/time confusing?
I am always looking to improve my writing!
Edited January 3, 2019 by Mickey
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7:33pm
after dinner
The downside to having a house full of other people’s family: lines for the bathroom.
At first it had just been that the downstairs bathroom was in fairly regular use. Then after short lines had begun forming, the house residents had taken to going upstairs. But when some parent or other took up occupation in the downstairs bathroom for an extended period after dinner, the lines really began to form.
Meagan and Parker were once again at the back of the line—which once again extended right down the hall and then down the stairs. At this point Parker couldn’t even see the bathroom doors, and didn’t know who was ahead of him. The first person he could see and recognize (unlike various relatives) was Dacy, who had her arms crossed but was showing no other sign of need. Behind her was Lucy, who looked a bit more worried, and then Lucy’s mom Darlene. And then, right on the step ahead of Parker, was Zephyr. She wasn’t doing her usual grab-her-crotch-to-grab-attention routine. But she was clearly desperate, with her legs crossed… and she was well back in line. Meagan, with her usual poise, seemed entirely untroubled.
In the presence of so many people they didn’t know, the housemates were not quite their usual talkative selves. Darlene was talking with Lucy and Dacy, making no reference to the long line. Nobody else was saying anything—not out loud, anyway. Body language was speaking a little more clearly.
The bathroom door opened, and Miranda’s mother slipped past the line to get down the stairs. “My goodness,” she said as she turned the corner and saw how far back the line had gone. “I’m glad I went when I did!”
Next down the steps came another relative Parker didn’t recognize; then Randy came out, and the line moved up a little. Now Parker could see that Travis and Miranda’s brother Ezekiel were ahead of Dacy, and at the head of the line.
Next out was Travis’ brother, who emerged shaking his head and saying, “Whew, I would not go in there for a minute.” Trav stepped in and immediately stepped back out, holding his nose and saying, “Wow, bro…” He swung the door back and forth as a big fan for a minute, then took a deep breath and closed the door. He was back out a minute later and hollered after his now-vanishing brother, “Seriously, bro?”
“What?”
“You clogged the toilet and just left it?”
Unrepentant laughter floated up the stairs. Travis bit off a swearword.
“Where’s your plunger?” Darlene asked, entirely practical.
“In there,” Travis said, pointing to the other bathroom door—which naturally was closed. It took a few minutes before another unknown relative stepped out and Travis could grab the plunger.
“Sorry about this, folks, I’ll get this open as quick as I can,” Trav said, and closed the door behind him.
This meant Ezekiel got to use the other open room—and Dacy, Lucy, Darlene, and Zephyr all began to show some signs of tension.
Zepyhr was by far the worst. She was still much more quiet than usual, but she went from legs-crossed to legs-crossed-and-bent over-and-bouncing-a-little. As usual she was not wearing a bra. Despite being so small-breasted, her nipples were obviously poking through her t-shirt.
Parker was, as usual, a mass of turmoil in the presence of a desperate Zephyr. His guilt over his fantasies came on hard; but so did his arousal. He looked back at Meagan instead—who was standing quite calmly, quite clearly not desperate. She gave him a knowing look.
Now Parker was desperate himself—desperate to get out of the situation entirely. He leaned close to Meagan—first to kiss her, then to whisper in her ear, “Jar?”
She shook her head.
He gestured, subtly, at the line head of them, with a questioning look in his eyes.
She shook her head again, and whispered in his ear, “Questions.”
It took him a moment, since that word put him back in the earlier conversations about future plans. But then it made sense. True, what would people think if he and Meagan stepped into their room for a few minutes, then came back out and went downstairs, without going to the bathroom? What kind of cover story could they come up with.
Zephyr interrupted this line of thinking with a whimper. Everyone turned to look at her.
Ezekiel had been in the bathroom quite some time now, and Trav had yet to reappear and report the other toilet available. Zephyr was clearly once again in serious trouble thanks to that small bladder. Her legs were double-crossed now, and though she wasn’t grabbing herself, she clearly wanted to—every now and then her hand would start to move toward her crotch, but she’d pull it away again before it got too obvious what she was doing. Instead her fists were clenched tightly, and she was bouncing more dramatically now.
“Oooh, sweetie,” said Darlene, “you look like you really gotta go!”
Zephyr nodded. “I’ve got a bladder like a peanut,” she said—again without that little-girl vibe she often put on. “I didn’t think the line would be so long.”
“I don’t think any of us did,” Darlene said. “Here, go ahead of me, hon.”
“You can go ahead of me, too, Zeph,” Lucy said—although she looked like she regretted making the offer.
“Hey, Zeph,” Dacy said, “when Ezekiel gets out, why don’t we go in together?”
“Can I just go ahead of you?”
“Well, I really need to go, too,” Dacy answered, “so I’d rather not.”
“So where could I go even if I did go in with you?” Zephyr asked, impatiently.
“That’s what bathtubs are for, hon,” Dacy said. “Sometimes, at least.”
Several eyes looked to see how the parent in this conversation handled that idea, but Darlene was a farm mother. She said, “And if you don’t like the bathtub idea, there’s always the sink.”
Zephyr shook her head.
Just then Ezekiel stepped out. Dacy paused in the doorway—legs crossed under her dress—and turned back to Zephyr again. “Come on, Zeph.”
“I can’t.”
“I don’t mind at all.”
“I do!”
“Really? You’re shy?” Dacy asked, incredulous.
Zephyr was now blushing beet-red—and wiggling like crazy.
“Okay, then!” Dacy said, and closed the door behind her.
“You should still go ahead of us, hon,” Darlene said, and after only a moment’s more cajoling, Zephyr was persuaded to do so.
Dacy was out quickly, and Zephyr went in. By now Parker was nearly to the bathroom himself—and the loud hiss and splatter of Zephyr’s pee was quite audible in the hall. Lucy winced when she heard it.
“I don’t know about you, hon, but at this point I think sharing is a good idea,” Darlene said to her daughter.
Lucy gave a little nod—and when Zephyr came out (still blushing but looking vastly relieved) Lucy stepped in and held the door for her mother. “Which of us gets the tub?” she asked.
“Well, I’m a little creaky in the knees these days, dear…” Darlene said as the door closed on them. But through the door it was still easy to hear her finish her sentence: “…So if you don’t mind?”
“Sure,” Lucy said shortly—and a few moments later Parker could hear not one but two streams quite plainly, one rather louder than the other as it hit the porcelain of the bathtub, followed by a sigh from one of the two women.
When both Lucy and Darlene emerged, Parker stepped for the bathroom himself. His bladder was full—not so full that he was really desperate, but plenty full enough to be glad of getting his turn at last. Meagan grabbed him by the arm, however, and followed him straight in.
Mindful that whatever he said would be heard by anyone outside, he just gave her a very questioning look. She whispered in his ear, “For you, hon,” and gave him a kiss. Then she dropped her pants and panties and sat down on the toilet. She lowered her clothes all the way down to her ankles and opened her legs a little. She held out a hand to him, not letting a drop go. Since it was a fairly small bathroom, it only took him a step to be at her side. She undid his belt and the fly of his jeans, took his semi-hard penis in her fingers—gently, so as not to arouse him any more than he already was, and aimed it between her legs. “Whenever you’re ready,” she whispered.
It took him a moment, but his bladder knew what to do. He started peeing, and as soon as he did, Meagan let go as well.
Edited January 7, 2019 by Weasel
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The final "moment". The next story will be more unified.
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Tuesday, November 29th, 2005
9:02pm
Zephyr had to pee again. She was being pretty vocal about it, too: “Ohmigod omigod, I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it, it’s coming out, I’m gonna—I’m gonna pee—”
“You can’t, not until you find the save point,” Parker said.
“Tell me where it is!”
Parker laughed, waving the map that came with the game. “It’s right here. Want me to tell you where it is? Then pay the price.”
“Tellmetellmetellme…”
“Pay up.”
“Fine,” she said, unzipping her big hoodie down the front with one hand and letting it fall open. She was bare-breasted underneath; her nipples hardened. Her other hand never left the game controls. “Why do you want to see my boobs so much, anyway? I’m topless half the time…”
“It’s not just that. It’s seeing you with your sweatshirt on and seeing your boobs; that’s hot. What’s even hotter is hearing you beg.”
“Parker, I promise I’ll do whatever you want, just show me the save point…”
“Whatever I want, huh? Well, what I want you to do is hold it for another ten minutes.”
“I can’t…!”
Parker was spinning this fantasy in his head and hating himself for it. But he kept it going. He’d already decided how he was going to make Fantasy-Zephyr pee (in a cup he held for her while she had to keep playing). He was getting pretty close; when he came, he’d let Fantasy-Zephyr pee at last.
The door was flung wide and Meagan entered dramatically, one arm flung out to the doorframe, the other cocky on her hip. “Done! I am, completely, totally, one hundred percent—what are you…”
She slammed one hand into her mouth, slammed the door behind her, and buckled over laughing.
“I didn’t think you would be home so soon…” Parker said, jumping off the bed and turning his back.
“Obviously!” she managed to gasp. She was on her knees now.
“Is it really that funny?” Parker said. He’d pulled up his sweatpants, but since he was still pretty erect, this was doing less than it might have for his modesty.
“I guess when you’ve been working like I have, anything is,” Meagan managed to say, between gasps. She had her hand on her crotch. “Oh, god, I’m gonna piss myself!”
“Wait, what?”
“That can happen to a girl, you know,” she said. Her guffaws were finally subsiding. “Would you like that?” she said, looking up at him.
“I never thought about getting you desperate by making you laugh.”
“Honestly, it’s only because I need to go a bit as is,” she said. “But let me tell you, lover, you’re funny enough when you’re on your game—by this point in the relationship, if you were dating anyone but me, you would have made her piss her pants laughing at some point.”
“Thanks?”
“You’re totally welcome.” She shook her head, as if trying to clear the last of the giggle fit, and got to her feet. “Anyway. As I was saying, I am completely, totally, one-hundred-percent done with grad school applications. Sent one off today with a whole three days to spare, then went ahead and powered through the last two even if I had a little more time. So that’s done and I don’t need to think about it at any more! And I am in the mood to celebrate.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, my original plan was to take us out for ice cream. But suddenly, somehow,” she said, stepping close to him and letting her fingers trail down his naked chest, “I have a different idea.”
“Oh?”
“Like I said, I need to pee a bit. And I don’t think I’m up for a long drawn-out thing, so I can’t really get as desperate as you like—but would you like to fuck me while I’m holding?”
“God yes.”
“I thought you might.” She traced his extremely-visible erection with her fingers. “I know we haven’t done this nearly often enough lately.”
“Yeah, a bit.”
“That’s why you’ve been jacking off, huh?”
He blushed.
“Not just tonight. I was pretty sure you’d been getting yourself off for a while now. I understand completely, and I’m not mad or anything. It’s not like I’m jealous of your right hand. But tonight—we can do better, eh?”
“Please.”
“Of course.” She stripped off her sweatshirt. “You’ve got a head start; I’ll need a while to warm up. But that means I’ll just need to go even more when you get me there, huh?”
Twenty minutes later, she was naked and bent over the bed, resting her weight on one arm and guiding her vibrator with her other hand. “I think I’m ready if you are,” she said, turning her head a little even if she couldn’t see him.
“How much do you need to pee?”
“Oh, I gotta go for sure. I’d have gone already—if I didn’t want you in me first. So come on in, lover. But gently, please?”
“Of course,” he said, adding a little more lube.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said as he slid in. “That feels so darn good.”
“And you’re so tight…”
“’Cause I’m so strong.” She gave him a squeeze.
“Ah!”
“Like that? Keep going, hon…”
It did not take him long. “I’m close,” he said after just a few minutes. “Should I…?”
“You go right ahead,” she told him. “I was gonna have to finish with the vibe anyway. Go ahead and come in me. I got you. I got all of you.”
And she did.
When he finished, he slipped out of her quickly. “Can you turn over?” he asked. “I wanna see you.”
She turned over, vibe still going, and smiled lazily up at him.
“There’s that grin,” he said. He went down to his knees and gently pulled the vibrator away.
“Oh my,” she said. “I haven’t cleaned up down there at all, you know.”
“Don’t care.”
“I mean, your cum’s gonna be dribbling out of me…”
“Always wondered how it tasted. Just lie back.”
“Holy fuck, I love you…”
“Well then,” he said, pausing briefly to speak, “I guess that goes both ways.” |
Sona woke up to the wonderful view of the Arabian Sea. The huge waves reminded her of the massive pressure that was brewing in her bladder. She had conveniently chosen to hold it till the morning. She sneakily felt her tightly concealed crotch while still under her blanket and found it wet. Her eyes grew wide in horror and her hands immediately went down to the bed to check the damage. Fortunately there was none. Perhaps she had put off her bathroom break far too long.
Without wasting further time Sona rushed to the bathroom. After a massive pee which nearly made her climax, and a nice hot bathe she came out. It was Friday morning and her flight to Leh was scheduled in an hour or so. She had to reach Ladakh to spend the weekend with a fleet of soldiers on the eve of a national festival. She checked her emails and her Twitter as she nonchalantly ate her heavy breakfast with a few cans of cranberry juice. Her manager had already sent in her clothes which were too baggy for Sona's liking. Obviously Sona ditched all of them for some tiny undies and form fitting jeans. Those were actually so tight that they could numb her ass in a minute or two. She had to forcefully button it up as they were smaller than her waist size. A million likes on Instagram was more valuable than being comfortable. The push-up bra she chose was stretched to its limit but that extra bouncy effect on her huge silicone globes could make anyone drool. And it would be a waste if nobody could see her endless cleavage. A button down shirt helped her with that. Her manager had warned to wear some sport-shoes to be comfortable on the terrains of Ladakh but Sona turned deaf ears to it. Knee high boots with 6 inchers followed and only then she was ready.
To kill her time till her chauffeur arrived she downed another glass of chilled watermelon juice. It had just been 2 hours since she woke up and she had already consumed nearly a liter of liquid. When she stood up from the couch to walk towards the door she felt her first twinge in bladder. Her flight was scheduled in two hours so she chose to wait and use the loos on the jet that she had hired. Little did she know what fate had in store for her. The moment she sat inside the car the waistband of her jeans sharply dug into her clinched belly . A half hour haul turned into an hour long snail due to a road accident. Sona frowned at it because it was getting too hot inside the car and her clothes started pinching her body. To beat the heat she chugged some water. An hour later a bottle of water was gone and the pangs in her bladder had become stronger. 5 hours since her last relief and 1.5 liters of intake later any girl would feel the brunt. Sona was no different.
She didn't realize the impact of all the liquid till she had to get off from the car. That's when she felt gravity strongly pull her bladder. She clenched her muscles and relaxed it immediately to see how bad it was. She could not feel any liquid movements inside her urethra which meant she could delay her relief if need be. Though her bladder had occupied a considerable part of her attention. Since she was late to the airport, she rushed to her chartered jet through the VIP channel. Through the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of the ladies room but she didn't want people to know that she too needed to pee at times. Once Sona got into the jet it took off. She had insisted to fly without her manager alone to experience the thrill of not being pampered all the time.
An hour into the flight Sona was starting to get uncomfortable. Despite her growing needs she was suppressing it and making videos for her Instagram account , mindlessly chugging beer and making small talks with the stewardess. 3 hours into the flight and a few too many beers later her body was incessantly sending distress signals to her brains. Sona hated going to the toilet when she was engrossed into something. Sona just crossed her legs tightly and finished her Punjabi lunch. Her forehead was covered with sweat and her throat was on fire - such was the ferocity of the spice. She chugged more water to cool herself down.
4 hours into the flight she pressed onto her bladder to gauge the seriousness. Her angry bladder protested by shooting a sharp wave through her urethra. Volume in her bladder was steadily rising and it was finally time to act. She unbuckled her seat-belt and went to the back of the airplane. Her jaws fell to the ground when she realized that there were no toilets on board. Suddenly the pressure in her bladder doubled up. She immediately crossed her legs to accommodate the pressure. 9 hours into the day and there was already 3 liters of liquid pumped into her system. She was still far from being frantic or hair-pulling desperation but in a few hours she would be in a terrible state. She cursed herself for mindless drinking and her choice of clothes.
She called in the stewardess why the jet didn't have any loos. The stewardess told Sona that to cut costs the operators buy planes without loos for short hauls.
"This is not a short haul. Its a 6 hour long flight! How do you girls manage?" Sona asked with a hint of irritation in her voice.
"Ma'am, we complained too to our bosses regarding our daily struggles but they merely increased our salaries to shut our mouths."
"Sooo, you choose to suffer daily?"
The stewardess smiled nervously and shifted her legs slowly.
"Daily 16-20 hours without a single pee."
"What if it gets reeeealllyyyy urgent?" Sona shifted her position.
"We still have to hold it. We leak at times but we somehow manage to hold it. We are even put on flights longer than this without a chance to use the loos"
"I feel sorry for you girls. . . " Sona responded with gritted teeth.
"Ma'am do you have to go too?"
"No. . I. . was just inquiring. . I am fine" Sona tried to smile and uncross her legs.
"I thought so. No girl would chug so much beer on a bathroom-less flight. . In fact I was having a bet with my colleague inside who herself is pretty desperate, that you will be in dire need to pee by the end of this flight" The stewardess blabbered brazenly.
Sona was shocked. She was being watched all the time and now that she was a subject of bet she would have to maintain her composure even more now.
"I will make sure you don't lose today." Sona tried to be polite. "Its not such a long flight per se"
6 Hours into the flight and Sona was losing her patience. Her pussy quivered with pressure and her bladder was at unprecedented levels of pressure. She fidgeted within her seat trying to keep it as subtle as possible.
"Would you like to have some tea Ma'am?" This time the other stewardess came to attend. Sona knew every well what was on the girl's mind. She was in a fix now.
The girl caught Sona's dilemma and said "Ma'am, you look distressed. Anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, how long before we land?" Sona asked while picking up the tea.
"An hour or two." We have been detoured to Srinagar due to rough weather. Saying this the attendant disappeared behind the curtains.
Sona was frantic now and this detour was going to delay her relief further. Her heart raced in anticipation. Poor Sona HAD TO PEE NOW! But she was helpless and alone. Had she been a little more she could have avoided being so fucking desperate. The pilot put on the seat belt sign which added to her troubles. It cut right over the apex of her bladder. She winced but didn't utter a word for the fear of being caught. Her hands tightly clasped her thighs. Rocking back and forth she stared out of the window but nothing was taking her mind off her revolting bladder. Every altitude drop , every turbulence ate away her precious muscle strength. She curled her toes and concentrated all her efforts to keep the flood in. The dull ache in her bladder had worsened considerably since the last three hours or so.
When it was finally time to land Sona became alert. Having been seated for the entire afternoon dressed in an unforgiving tight jeans , she was afraid to stand. When she did stand, a sharp wave of pee hit her like a truck. Despite that she dared to press onto her already tortured bladder to feel the intensity. Her bladder angrily reacted to it by sending another huge wave through her urethra. Her hands flew down to the sides of her thighs. Even in her utterly desperate state she did not want to lose her credibility of being able to wait.
The landing and the taxing was making Sona pull her hair in despair. She wanted to scream and just dash for the nearest toilet. When finally out of the aircraft, she waddled to the VIP lounge looking for the restrooms when her manager called.
"Sona, we heard that your flight was rerouted to Srinagar. I have arranged for a cab which is right outside the airport. Grab it now. You have to reach there before dawn anyhow."
"Noted." That was the only thing Sona could muster to say . She had to relieve herself - NOW! She was at a 9/10 and running on last reserves of her willpower.
Her eyes fell on the sign of the ladies room but there was a huge line of women waiting to go in. She could not stand without subtly bobbing her legs up and down. Several passengers clicked her photos and even asked for selfies. She gladly obliged to a few of them but then more people started to come to her. At the same time her kidneys were relentlessly pumping more and more pee into her tortured bladder. She was pee dancing now and she yearned to put some pressure on her labia to keep the flood at bay. Fortunately the rough seams of her so tight jeans and her tight rubber undies vigorously rubbed against her pussy to give her some temporary relief.
It had been 17 long hours since her last relief in the morning and nearly 4 liters of intake. Sona was not used to such tremendous load. Her body was betraying her but she had to act quickly. She rushed out of the airport to see a young lady holding a board with her name on it. Sona rushed to the lady who then escorted Sona into the SUV. Sona hurriedly asked the lady.
"Is there any bathrooms around. I have to piss like a racehorse."
"No Ma'am, outside airport there are none!" The lady politely replied.
"Please understand. I have not gone since early morning and had too much to drink. I will lose it in your car."
The lady was now horrified. She called Sona's manager to explain the situation.
"Sona" her manager answered the call "Baby! We cannot stop anywhere in the road . You have to cover 500km over night and the roads are far too dangerous."
"I I know. .But please. . I can't hold it yaaar! My teeth is afloat with pee" Sona tightly gripped her pussy in sheer desperation.
"No Sona! You will hold it till you reach there in the morning! No matter how long it takes or how bad it gets! Your driver has packed some food for your already . So cork yourself up. "
"P-please try to . . "
"Sona do you really want people to put up your public peeing videos on the Insta ?"
"My bladder w-will explode till the morning. "Sona pleaded with tears in her voice.
"So be it. . ." Her manager hung up on her.
Without much ado the lady driver locked the doors and started off with Sona still massively desperate and unrelieved. . .
To be continued. . . |
First of all - Let me apologize to everyone here. I failed to keep my words about putting up the new post...
This MBA is way more hectic than I could have imagined.
Now coming to the 2nd part:
Sona got into the car. Though it seemed more like a cigarette box. There was barely any room for her legs and her 6 inch heels further pushed her knees upto her boobs. The seatbelt added to her agony. Poor Sona could neither move, nor lay down nor cross her legs. Her bladder was squeezed to the inch of its life and to top it off the heater in the car was not warm enough. Pee worth 18 hours was trying to erupt out of the weakening confines of her bladder.
The duo soon hit the road. For the first hour or so, Sona tried concentrating all her will to hold back her flood and refrained from grabbing her pussy. But her angry bladder would have none of her stupidity. It threatened to push the pee out with such ferocity that Sona gasped. Her hands flew down to her crotch. The lady driver was shocked and amused at the same time. She kept watching Sona through the mirror. Every bump, every pothole brought Sona closer to an accident.
An hour or two later Sona was weeping. Her bladder hurt so bad that it was getting unbearable for her. She desperately tried to unbutton her jeans with her shivering hands but they had gotten too tight to unbutton.
"Madam, please do not soil the seat. It takes days to dry." The driver warned.
Sona almost threw daggers through her eyes upon hearing that. "Then you better stop the car NOW!"
The lady driver was now pissed off. She pulled over on the roadside.
"Go empty yourself"
It came as a shock to Sona. She hurriedly unbuckled her seat belt and stepped out of the car only to find a snow covered patch. There was nowhere to hide or cover herself. She hobbled to the driver and begged to take her to a proper toilet nearby.
"This is the only stop you get. I cannot risk getting mugged at a public toilet just because my celebrity passenger cannot hold back her pee worth a day!"
"Only if you ever held it half as long as I do now. . . " Sona whined.
"Ma'am as a matter of fact, I have not gone since yesterday morning!" Sona's jaw dropped on the ground.
There was no way Sona could win this argument. With superhuman efforts she prevented a leak and got back into the car. The lips of her pussy throbbed as she clenched her lady muscles. Hours passed by slowly and her desperation rose to higher levels. Her washboard flat abs was replaced by a gargantuan sized ball which threatened to rip the seams of her zero-stretch jeans. The slightest sip of water to keep herself hydrated hit her bladder very hard.
It was 9 in the morning when they reached. 27 hours from her last relief. She was going crazy with the pressure inside. Her damn almost burst open when she stepped out of the car. Her hands almost flew to her crotch but seeing the army Major walk towards her she restrained herself. Little did she notice that she was already at the army check post. The army major walked towards her at once. He was a tall handsome guy with an extremely good physique. Sona bit her lips seeing the handsome hunk approach her.
Sona kept dancing on her spot as the major extended a handshake.
"Good morning Ma'am! Welcome to the world's highest army post!"
Sona almost melted while shaking hands with him.
"Ahhhh!!" She felt a spurt leak into her undies.
"Are you alright Ma'am?" The major worriedly asked. His piercing green eyes and deep masculine voice was starting to turn her on. Sona simply nodded in affirmative. Her cheeks were burning red out of embarrassment. A celebrity pissing uncontrollably in front of the army post at the very beginning of the day and that too in front of her newfound crush - she would have chosen to choke herself to death.
"Alright. . .So the plan of the day is to . . " The Major began explaining. Sona didn't hear a word of it. Her pupils were dilated and palms were going numb with the vice grip she had on her thighs. Her world was focused on a single point - her tired pee hole. "So are we good to go?" Sona was jolted back to reality.
"Do you think we can stop for a quick bio break? Its been a really long journey here you know" Sona spoke out of sheer despair.
"Please pay attention to the things I say Madam. This is not a film studio." The major replied sternly. " In the very beginning I told that toilets are available only at the barracks at the bottom of the hill. We will be going there only after dinner. You are fully expected to wait till then. "
Sona was taken aback. " How can you say this! Its a basic need!"
"Here's the copy of the document that you had signed on. It says that you agree to abide by all the rules of the army checkpost as per Annexure 1. And as per point 3 in Annexure 1, you agree that you agree to complete all the activities at the army post despite unavailability of toilets due to security reasons. And if I must tell you, at this all female army post, no one is allowed to go the toilets. Even at the barracks where we have limited availability of water, each barrack has access to toilets every alternate day only. While you do look like you badly need a toilet but I am afraid I will have to request you to hold it. I hope I have made myself clear Ms. Sonakshi. . . "
A chill went down her spine. There was no way she could hold it that long and no way she could say no to the seductive Major. She clenched her muscle one last time and with great efforts walked alongside him.
To be conitinued . . .
Edited May 8, 2019 by Rexone_312
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I've been experiencing writer's block with this, and feeling more shy about posting my fantasies, but I'll try this again, if only for people who want to see the types of wettings involved. Contains male and female wetting. I don't usually do male but I thought I'd do a bit for the male omo lovers looking for more male content. Feeling pretty nervous about posting this, and I hope it's good enough for anyone into male or female wetting.
Also this will be fiction, not fan fiction, so none of the Equestria Girls that no one's interested in.
Wetting After A Wedding
Hector and Amber had just finished their wedding party, and were on their way to a cabin they had rented for their honeymoon, which was a few minutes outside a city just over an hour away from where they lived.
Hector was a handsome man with dark hair. He wore a black tuxedo he'd gotten for the wedding, and gray boxer briefs underneath. He was driving the car, which had a "Just Married" sign on the back for the occasion.
Amber was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair. She wore a white wedding dress that wasn't very puffy, and pink panties underneath.
They had drank a lot of punch at the wedding, and they had been so excited to get to their cabin that they had forgotten to use the bathroom before they left. They were feeling an urge to pee, and knew there was no gas station between their home city and the cabin. Fortunately, they had gotten the key to the cabin before the wedding, so as soon as they reached the cabin they could go in and use the bathroom. Hector had even offered to let Amber use the bathroom first and then pee outside, since no one would be around to witness it.
However, when they were approximately fifteen minutes away from the cabin, they hit a traffic jam that was lined as far as the eye could see. They had no idea what was happening, but they hoped it wouldn't last long. They were feeling their need to pee increase drastically so they couldn't sit still anymore.
"I really need to go!" said Amber, fidgeting in her seat and trying her hardest to hold it in.
"Me too," said Hector, holding himself. He had his car in Park so he didn't have to keep his foot on the brake.
A few minutes went by, and the traffic didn't budge an inch.
"Let's go find a bush we can go behind," said Hector.
Amber didn't like the idea of peeing outside, but it was preferable to wetting herself.
They were just about to open the doors when there was a flash of lightning, and it started to rain hard.
"Damn it," said Hector. "We can't go outside in this thunder."
"If only it was just rain," said Amber, blushing lightly as she was sure Hector knew what she was implying she'd do if it was.
"If only," said Hector, who was also thinking the same thing.
They saw a dark-haired girl in a green tank top and short, skintight black shorts step outside into the rain. She had a relieved expression on her face for about ten seconds, and then at the next flash of lightning, she ran back into her car, soaking wet.
"What a daredevil," said Hector. "Good thing she didn't get struck by lightning."
Amber groaned. The rain was making it harder to hold it. She fidgeted harder, trying to avoid soiling her wedding dress.
"Don't worry," said Hector. "It couldn't possibly last much longer. If there was an accident up ahead, they'll clear it out in no time."
"They'd better, or there'll be an accident in here soon," said Amber.
"Two accidents," Hector corrected her.
An hour went by. The cars didn't move, and the thunderstorm didn't let up. Hector and Amber became more desperate, and by now a lot of other people in over half the cars were desperate as well.
Between the rain and having to hold it for an extended period of time, a redhead with a ponytail couldn't hold it anymore and peed in her jean shorts. About ten minutes later, a man with shoulder length blonde hair wet his black sweatpants.
More people in the cars began to wet themselves as the minutes go by, and those that stayed dry became more desperate.
"I don't know if I can hold it," said Amber, squirming harder in her seat.
"Neither am I, but they have to get moving soon," said Hector, who had stopped grabbing his cock and was now crossing his legs, hoping this would help him hold it longer.
Another hour went by, and Hector and Amber grew more desperate than they had ever been in their lives. They nearly lost it at the next crash of thunder.
Many people in the other cars weren't as lucky. An athletic couple in a sports car lost control and wet themselves. The man was blonde and slightly muscular, wearing a white tank top and a pair of red shorts, and the woman had long brown hair, wearing a skintight gray romper that showed wetness easily. They blushed, but noticed each other peeing at the same time, and laughed it off.
Hector and Amber were squirming hard now. Hector was now holding himself again and Amber was crossing her legs. She whimpered as she leaked a little into her panties.
"Are you all right?" said Hector.
"I just leaked a little," Amber said.
"Come on, this can't go on much-"
There was another crash of lightning. Hector leaked a bit, dampening his underwear, and Amber leaked for three seconds.
"I really don't think I can hold it..." Amber whimpered. "I think I'm gonna have an accident in my dress..."
"Same here," said Hector. He felt another leak for three seconds, but managed to hold the rest of it back.
Slowly, more people in the other cars began to wet themselves. A bald businessman peed in his suit. An attractive Asian woman peed her skintight black pants. A thin man with dark blonde hair pissed his jeans. A blonde woman with a ponytail wet her light blue miniskirt and black panties.
Amber stopped fidgeting and crossed her legs with her eyes closed tight, feeling another five-second leak soak her underwear further. "I'm not gonna make it..."
Hector wasn't doing much better, holding himself as hard as he could, but leaking for four seconds despite this, dampening his pants. "Neither am I..."
"Oh no... it's coming out..." Amber was leaking again, but this leak wouldn't stop. Instead it became a powerful stream that soaked her panties. The crotch of her dress turned from white to yellow, and she could feel her butt become soaked, as well as the seat under her. Amber was blushing beet red.
Hector could hear the sound of Amber peeing herself. Maybe he'd also reached his limit, maybe hearing Amber's accident pushed him to it, or maybe he subconsciously wanted to make her feel better. Whatever the reason, his bladder gave out and he started to pee in his tuxedo pants, soaking his crotch and butt, and the driver's seat of his car. His pants glistened with the wetness from his stream. "I'm peeing too," he said.
They were both red in the face with embarrassment from having an accident in front of each other, but the fact that they were wetting together did make them a little less uncomfortable about it.
Amber let out a sigh of dismay at her potty failure, with a bit of relief at letting go. She couldn't believe she was peeing in her wedding dress.
"It's all right, Amber," said Hector. "You were planning to trash that dress in the mud anyway." They both knew there was a mud pit just outside the cabin.
Amber giggled a little. "But what about the seat of your car?"
"Seats. And I know a cleaner that can get pee stains out."
"I hope that tuxedo wasn't too expensive."
"I usually dress more casual, plus I have a different suit for occasions. I guess I can trash this tuxedo in the mud with you."
She punched his arm lightly. "We could have a mud fight."
"That will be fun."
They finished peeing. Their crotches, butts, and seats were soaked, and the car was full of the smell of urine, but they didn't mind anymore. If anything the double wetting made them closer, and they'd probably even joke about it to each other in the future.
They had to sit in their wet state for another hour before the traffic finally got moving. The storm stopped before they got to their cabin. Because of the rain, the mud pit was very wet. They played around in the mud for about half an hour, and then took a bubble bath together, still in their heavily soiled tuxedo and wedding dress, scrubbing each other. Then they changed into dry, clean, casual outfits and enjoyed their honeymoon.
Their tuxedo and dress had been damaged beyond repair from the pee and the mud, but they kept them until the end of their honeymoon whenever they felt like playing in the mud. Sometimes they'd even not use the bathroom before playtime and pee in them again.
...
In the nearby city, Cynthia sat at a table, drinking a big cup of tea. She was a beautiful dark-haired woman with eyeliner and lipstick, and wore a purple sleeveless dress that went down to her knees (with purple panties underneath), and wore a few rings on her fingers. She looked like a queen.
She hoped that her plan had worked; that the traffic jam had caused a lot of pee accidents. She loved to force people to wet themselves, as did the three people she'd hired to help with her plans, whom she had instructed to block all three lanes of the road 15 minutes outside of the city to start a traffic jam. The forecast for a big thunderstorm had at least been accurate, which was why she'd chosen today, knowing almost no one would dare go outside of their car to pee in a thunderstorm.
Once she finished her tea, she was craving some Sprite, so she walked to the fridge, picked up a 1-liter bottle, and drank it. She had just set the bottle down, when her subordinates entered. Rex was a man with dark hair and a beard, and wore a gray suit. Andrew was a man with brown hair, and wore a leather jacket and jeans. Wendy was a woman with long brown hair, and wore a red T-shirt and jeans. They did not look pleased, and their pants were wet at the crotch and butt.
"Did it work?" said Cynthia.
"We're pretty sure it did," said Rex irritably. "It worked so well that WE all wet ourselves too!"
"Why didn't you take this into account?" said Wendy.
"It crossed my mind," Cynthia replied nonchalantly. "But surely you're up for it if it means making others wet themselves. That's what you're all about, isn't it?"
"Making OTHERS wet themselves, not us!" said Andrew. "I don't really like being on the receiving end of it."
"Neither do I," sand Rex. "We quit! We'll never make anyone have an accident again!"
"Well, just one more," said Wendy.
Without warning, Rex and Andrew ran at Cynthia and grabbed her arms. Wendy tied her hands behind her back, then Rex and Andrew held her feet together while Wendy tied them as well.
"What are you doing?" said Cynthia.
"Letting you know how it feels," said Rex.
"This isn't funny!" Cynthia squirmed. "I have to go to the bathroom!" The tea she drank had already gone through her.
"We'll untie you once you've wet yourself twice," said Wendy. "And we'll stay in our wet pants until then to remind you."
Cynthia groaned and tried uselessly to hold it.
Edited January 4, 2019 by The Dark Wolf
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Hey! Not only is this my very first post here on this site, it's also my first proper omo fic, my first f/f, and my first OW fic. So I apologize if it's not up to standards in any way! Go easy on me?
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Onwards!
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Fareeha was quiet as she walked into the room, even the clunking of her suit seemed much less than usual. Her footsteps were slow and lethargic, and Angela beamed at her arrival.
“Hi,” Angela said simply, standing from the small wooden chair she had been perched on for hours, setting her pen down definitively. “How was today?”
Fareeha heaved a heavy sigh and sank into Angela’s open arms. Angela could feel the warmth from her suit sink through the fabric of her clothes and seep into her skin. Clearly she had been in the sun today, and Angela felt a pang of guilt as she thought about how warm and beat Fareeha must be beneath it.
“You poor thing,” Angela muttered as she ran a hand through Fareeha’s dark, and slightly sweat-dampened hair. “Let’s get you out of this, yeah?”
Fareeha nodded and gave a quick chaste kiss to the cool and dry skin of Angela’s cheek. “And then we lay down?”
“Whatever you want,” responded Angela with the tiniest of smiles as she began to rid Fareeha of her suit. It wasn’t an easy job, but it was something she had gotten used to over time. And besides, the best part of the whole process was when the women she knew and loved stepped out and became just that much more touchable. So Angela dutifully stripped Fareeha of the heavy, clunky suit, and Fareeha simply watched on, watched Angela’s dainty but skilled hands do their work.
“You know,” Angela began as the last piece fell to the ground, “you should really just take a day off.”
Fareeha stepped forward, clad down to nothing but a white tank top and the lightest of blue underwear. “Too much work to do,” she said softly, wrapping her tanned arms around Angela and walking her backwards. “They’d crumble without me.”
Angela chuckled lightly as the back of her knees hit their bed and she toppled onto the plush pillowtop, Fareeha crashing down above her. “I crumble without you, too, you know.”
The corner of Fareeha’s lips tugged into a lopsided grin as she cast her gaze down at Angela, from the soft curve of her chin down to the expanse of skin where her belly button lie, then all the way back up to her eyes.
“Sappy.”
Angela let out an airy laugh as Fareeha’s hands dipped beneath her shirt and pushed it further up her body until she had no choice but to let Fareeha rid her of the article. The cool air of their room hit her exposed upper body and she shivered under Fareeha’s weight.
Fareeha was a lot of things. Passionate and fiery when the day was quick and flew, but also pensive and patient when the day was long. And tonight, as the sun set somewhere outside, Fareeha was slow and gentle as she ran a hand between Angela’s collarbones and between the definition of her breasts, straying on until her hand came to rest just on the waistband of her leggings.
“May I?”
Angela inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, losing herself in her thoughts if only for a moment. When she opened them back up, she found Fareeha’s gaze and shook her head. “Not tonight.”
Fareeha’s brows knit in confusion. While she was perfectly accepting if Angela were truly not in the mood, the situation had never come up before. Angela was always willing, more than so. Fareeha had very little time to dwell on the problem before Angela’s hands skimmed up her arms and back down her torso, making quick work of lifting the white tank top off her tanned body.
“Tonight, let’s worry about you.”
“About me?”
Deciding against giving an answer, Angela simply rolled them until she sat comfortably straddled on Fareeha’s waist. The blonde looked down at the younger, tilting her head in curiosity.
“It’s been a long day in that suit, hasn’t it?”
Fareeha regarded Angela carefully from below. “Yes...why?”
“Have you taken it off at all today?”
Fareeha shook her head and Angela smiled, pleased.
“Good.”
She reached beneath the pillow below Fareeha’s head and pulled out a thin piece of familiar cloth. A small sort of fire lit in Fareeha’s eyes, and without being asked, she lifted her hands to one of the many wooden posts of the headboard. “Tying me up, Angela? Do you think I’m going to try to escape you tonight?” she chuckled.
Angela shrugged and fastened the fabric around Fareeha’s wrists. Tight enough to keep her secure, but not so tight it was uncomfortable. “You might. How’s that feel?”
“It’s good,” Fareeha said, although it was more of an exhaled breath than anything. She lifted her head to capture Angela’s lips that hovered not too far from her own.
Angela was always sweet. Sweet like honey, or a melting popsicle on a hot summer’s day. Always the same, but never disappointing, and even in brief, sloppy kisses like these, Fareeha savoured the taste.
When Angela pulled away, Fareeha made to chase the lingering taste, but her restraints only let her go so far and she was forced to fall back down onto the pillow with a light sigh.
“Come back,” Fareeha pouted, tugging gently on the fabric around her wrists. “You’re so far now.”
Angela shook her head again, running her hands up Fareeha’s sides, feeling the curves beneath her fingertips before they sought out her exposed breasts. Fareeha was always weak for Angela’s touch and she keened as Angela’s hands massaged just hard enough to make her eyes flutter shut.
Angela shuffled back so she was situated atop the younger’s thighs and her fingers danced along the hem of Fareeha’s panties, across the front, and along the hem of her inner thigh, so close to somewhere much more intimate. Fareeha shuddered and let out a small, unsure laugh.
“Is this why I’m tied up? So you can touch me wherever you’d like?”
Angela smiled. “You say that like you’d stop me if you could.” She dragged her hand back up to below Fareeha’s navel, just above the hem, pressing with only minimal pressure. “But you won’t, and you wouldn’t.”
Fareeha quirked a brow.
“Bold tonight, are we?”
Angela applied a tiny bit more pressure, and watched on with amusement as Fareeha’s brows furrowed slightly and she shifted under Angela’s touch. “Maybe a little,” the elder confessed.
Fareeha was the farthest thing from foolish or naive, and a curious look crossed her features as she surveyed the woman in her lap. Angela mindlessly massaged the spot she had pushed with a light, tentative, and maybe even explorative touch. “What is it you want tonight, Angela?” she asked carefully.
Angela lowered her upper body to seek Fareeha’s lips. She kissed the woman below her gently, nothing more than a simple chaste taste, as a hand hung back to graze along Fareeha’s inner thighs. Angela felt the slight tremble beneath her fingers, revelled in the knowledge that she could take Fareeha down with nothing more than a smile and one simple touch.
Fareeha was a powerful woman, a fierce leader, and a soldier. She spent her days in command, loud and demanding, fiery and bold. These were things Angela loved about her, things that made Angela’s heart pound in her chest, and pride simmer on the edges of her consciousness. But perhaps Angela’s favourite thing about Fareeha was how easily she softened in the elder’s presence. How fast fierce turned to gentle and weak in the knees, how fast loud turned to quiet whispers between them.
So as Fareeha trembled in the slightest, Angela’s entire body grew warm and something akin to lust made its way to the forefront of her mind. She hovered over Fareeha for a moment, letting their mouths exist only millimeters apart, their hot breath mingling as Fareeha regarded Angela with a simple head tilt of curiosity.
“Do you trust me?” Angela whispered.
“Always,” Fareeha responded with ease.
Angela patted her cheek affectionately, once, twice. “That’s my good girl.”
Fareeha scoffed lightly as the blonde sat back up, a sound to appear disgruntled, but Angela knew better. Knew Fareeha better than that.
There was a moment where Angela sat in silence, taking in the sight before her. Tanned, darkened skin shining slightly with sweat from the day and a blush creeping through the melanin on her cheeks. Fareeha’s eyes were soft and dark as she gently wiggled her hands in the restraints. Sculpted curves from hard work and dedication.
“So tell me,” Angela started quietly, “how do you feel?”
“How do I feel?”
Angela hummed her confirmation.
“I feel like...honestly, Ang, I feel like you might need to untie me.”
Angela chuckled lowly, and let her fingertips trail along the warm expanse of Fareeha’s bare abdomen. Fareeha shuddered lightly.
“That doesn’t sound like much fun. Why?”
But Angela knew why. She could see the reason in the way Fareeha squirmed under her touch, the way her thighs subconsciously pressed together just slightly. The way her eyes darted to the left where an open bathroom door stood.
“I have to...go,” Fareeha said, a whisper to the tail end of her statement.
Again Angela hummed, offering her acknowledgement. She lifted her gaze to Fareeha’s searching and questioning own. “You can hold it, can’t you?”
“I-”
“Wouldn’t want to stop now, would we?”
“I suppose I could-”
“You’re Fareeha Amari, surely you have a little self control.” She smirked. “And if not, that’s okay too.”
Fareeha blinked at Angela for a moment, blank-faced and wide-eyed. And then realization flooded her features. “You aren’t suggesting-”
“Suggesting?” Angela chuckled softly. “Darling, I’m not suggesting.” Another moment of silence as Fareeha assessed Angela carefully, and Angela simply smiled in return. “So, love, again I’ll ask, how do you feel?”
All traces of confusion and hesitation and worry seemed to leave Fareeha as she matched Angela’s amused grin. “I feel, love, that you’re terrible at giving a lady a little heads up.”
Angela took her opportunity to shift a little higher, letting her weight become a small torment that showed beautifully on Fareeha’s face. She gently reached out and ran a thumb over the last remnants of Fareeha’s smile. “Now where’s the fun in that? We both know you like it better this way.”
A deep inhale from Fareeha, a single rush of filled lungs that came with dusted cheeks and dilated pupils, and that’s all Angela needed. She planted a small kiss where her thumb had been, satisfied and feeling victorious.
“Such a long day,” Angela simpered. The elder minimally rolled her hips, gently grinding into the woman beneath her, leaving Fareeha with no time to respond and only widen her eyes in mild alarm. Angela felt the squirm of legs between her own. “I’m sorry, should I not?”
All things considered, Fareeha was still determined at her core, and she shook her head simply. “I’m fine.”
“Of course you are,” Angela agreed, letting her hips roll for a second time. A part of her wished she had let Fareeha strip her of her leggings. She could feel the heat radiating from Fareeha’s body, licking like flames at the spots where their bodies touched, and Angela cared to feel that fire on her skin, bare and inviting.
But for now, Angela was content with the effect she was having on Fareeha. There was something oddly satisfying in watching her squirm beneath her, something oddly satisfying in knowing that she had all the control in the world and Fareeha was at her fingertips.
She watched her own ministrations as she dragged her fingers lightly down Fareeha’s sides, along her curves, nothing more than a light tickle on her skin. Fareeha shuddered and gasped, her legs clamping tightly together and she stared wide-eyed and alarmed at Angela.
And Angela knew she had struck gold.
A swooping sensation of excitement fled through her as she shimmied down Fareeha and gently positioned herself between the younger’s legs. For a moment, Fareeha tried to bring her knees up, push them together, but Angela was quick to place a hand between them, coaxing them open as Fareeha whimpered in embarrassment.
Because there, between her legs, was the smallest patch of darkened blue on her panties, a dainty wet patch that had Fareeha’s cheeks blooming with red.
“It was an accident-”
“Accidents happen,” Angela replied lightly, but the smirk on her face should have gave her away.
However, Fareeha was too far into shame as she shut her eyes and blocked out Angela’s tell-tale grin.
“Look at me,” Angela whispered, running a hand along the inside of one of Fareeha’s widened thighs. Fareeha’s eyes fluttered open, found Angela’s gaze with ease. “Do you trust me?”
Fareeha blinked at the question, the second time it had been asked. She nodded dutifully. “Of course I do, you know I do.”
“Then keep these legs where they are, hmm? I’ll be back,” Angela said as she slipped off the bed and padded lightly to the dresser, sifting through the contents of the top drawer. She pulled the strips of fabric out, sliding it between her fingers. It was a silky material, soft and cool on her skin.
“It’s been a while,” Fareeha commented from behind her, and Angela spun with the restraints in her hand. The fabric that held Fareeha’s hands to the headboard, they used that often. But these, these were much less familiar, mess less worn in and pliant, but just as exciting. Angela could see the twinkle of excitement swimming in Fareeha’s eyes.
“It has,” Angela agreed. “But I think our mighty Fareeha Amari can handle them tonight, can’t she?” Angela’s voice dripped with a sweetness that Fareeha knew was compensating for her intentions. She walked back to the bed, pulling each of Fareeha’s ankles down and securing them to the underneath of the bed frame, just enough for the fabric to slide against her skin.
“You’ll let me know if it’s too much, right?” Angela asked quietly. This question was not a part of the moment, but an honest question with Fareeha’s comfort in mind. Because outside of this, outside of the heat and the lust and the teasing, Fareeha is everything to Angela.
Fareeha nodded and Angela grinned.
As she looked over Fareeha again, legs spread wide open, arousal licked at the forefront of her mind like hot, erratic flames. Her panties - still donning a small wet spot - were thinner along the stretch that covered her mound, leaving very little to Angela’s imagination.
The elder crawled back onto the bed, situating herself between Fareeha’s legs, where there was more than enough room.
“I like you like this,” Angela commented softly, curiously running a hand along the small indent in Fareeha’s panties, and over the dark spot. “You look good.” Angela raised her hand, pushing her pointer finger against Fareeha’s lips. The younger parted them with ease, without needing to be asked, and the digit slipped in, grazing Fareeha’s tongue. “Do you taste good?”
Fareeha groaned, the sound vibrating around Angela’s finger. “Good girl,” Angela said fondly, running the thumb of her other hand over the soft skin of Fareeha’s cheek. “Always such a good girl, aren’t you?”
With nothing more than a huff of breath, “Yes.”
Retracting both hands, Angela climbed into Fareeha’s lap, making sure to place herself exactly where she knew would make Fareeha squirm and emit those sweet sounds Angela craved.
Angela was not a cruel person by nature, no, not in the slightest. But there was something about the way Fareeha, such a strong and powerful woman, would bend at her will, submit to her, even if only a little, that made Angela’s blood feel electrified, made the colors around her feel vibrant and saturated. As Angela sat perched on Fareeha’s stomach, bounced once, twice, only a little, she watched with great fascination as Fareeha’s eyes fluttered shut and her brows knit together. Watched with great fascination as Fareeha’s body shuddered and she whimpered so sweetly.
“Come on, love, you don’t need to suffer,” Angela taunted softly, knowing Fareeha was never one to turn down a challenge. She grinded against her again, feeling sparks of pleasure shoot through her with each drag. As Fareeha looked up at her, she knew she had her lover where she wanted her. That fiery gaze, that determination written in all her features, the parted lips to accommodate the way Fareeha’s breathing no longer came out in even puffs.
“I’m fine,” Fareeha said, but the breathlessness of it gave her away. “I’m a good girl.”
Angela smiled, all fond and all kind. “The best.” She rocked lightly, grinding herself on Fareeha. “But you know, good girls don’t - ah! - good girls don’t wet their panties.” Angela moaned softly, her chin tipping to her chest as she chased that small amount of pleasure.
Fareeha whined low in her throat, her legs so desperately trying to pull together, tugging against the fabric. “Angela- I can’t-” she struggled, her brows knitting in light frustration.
Angela’s body continued rocking, the soft fabric of her panties dragging along Fareeha’s skin. “Can’t what?” she whispered. She wanted to hear the woman beneath her say the words.
“I can’t…” Fareeha drifted off, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block out the embarrassment as she succumbed. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
Angel grinned down at Fareeha, dragging a comforting hand down the red and warm skin of her cheek. Victory and pride mingled in her chest. “Then don’t. You did so well, love,” Angela cooed.
Fareeha exhaled a shaky breath. So shaky. Her legs trembled under Angela, that last bit of strength and confidence clinging to the edge of existence in convulsions. Angela reached behind her, ran a hand up the center of her panties, and Fareeha whimpered. She whimpered, and then she let go.
At first, all Angela felt was a tiny, miniscule wetness. Like a slip, a mistake, a minor unfocused moment in Fareeha’s battle. A gasp from Fareeha, and then the wetness grew, seeping through the fabric in a rush as Fareeha let go on an exhale and a moan. It coated Angela’s hand that remained placed and feeling, waiting, rubbing along the soaked fabric.
“That’s it, darling. You’re doing so well,” Angela breathed. Fareeha was still beneath her, pliant and sated as she soaked the sheets below. Angela watched Fareeha’s features closely, watched her face fall lax, her cheeks burn red hot in humiliation and relief all at once.
Angela could have waited. Her own desperation was near, but not peaked. But she let go anyways, still comfortably situated on Fareeha’s abdomen. At first trickle, Fareeha’s eyes snapped open and she sought out Angela’s gaze. As soon as she found it, Angela swooped down for a kiss. A gentle kiss, a lingering kiss that kept Fareeha’s face so close to hers as she spread wet warmth over Fareeha’s naked skin. It travelled down her sides to mingle with Fareeha’s on the sheet. It spread down her front, between the gentle dip between Fareeha’s breasts and off her shoulders to land on the sheets near her head.
Fareeha groaned as her skin glistened with gentle filth, her hips bucking up as best they could in arousal. “Angela,” Fareeha moaned, “Angela, untie me.”
Angela ran a hand through the dampness that sat on Fareeha’s body, her own breathing heavy, laboured. “And what then?” she asked quietly, as she reached forward, her own limbs feeling featherlight and weighed down all at once. She untied the fabric around Fareeha’s wrists and within the second, Fareeha’s hands were grasping Angela’s face on either side, bringing her down into a messy kiss that was more teeth and desperation than anything else.
Fareeha panted into Angela’s open mouth for a moment before she responded, “I think it’s your turn for a little attention.”
Angela grinned. |
Taking a break from the fields of justice and fighting, you step aside to a small forest clearing, walking back until you're confident you won't get ambushed. The air smells crisp and warm as you walk, with the crunch of autumn leaves echoing beneath your feet. Of course, everyone needs a potty break, even when you're fighting. As you continue to walk, you begin to faintly smell urine. Probably time to go, you guess. You come up to a nice grove of bushes where you get ready to relieve yourself, zipping down your fly and letting your dick hang out. You slowly let out a nice moan as you pee, tinkling all over the bushes. When you're done, you look up and panic: someone's here. You see a girl not too far away from you. She has tan skin, is slightly above average in stature, and has a single, long, black pony tail. She's too far away to see you, but you can make out a cute face with voluptuous curves in her hips, big tits covered by a fur bra, and a nice round butt. She looks around nervously for a bit, and you withdraw deeper into the bushes in order to hide yourself from her. She's trying to avoid being seen, apparently. She holds her legs together and pouts, clutching her crotch over her skirt. She sprints over toward the bushes from you, her glance still darting about anxiously. It's clear to you at this point that she has to pee. She lightly steps over in front of you, turns around, and squats, lifting up her skirt to giving you a nice view of her cute, squishy round ass.
Staying hidden, you decide just to pervertedly stay directly behind her and watch. Still squatting, she breathes a sigh of relief as she lifts her skirt to let the sweet nectar flow out of her. She starts pissing. Her pee starts flowing down, in a single, clean stream, making a light hissing sound as it flows, and she faintly moans with pleasure as she relieves herself in the bushes. You continue to peer at her nice round buttocks, with a decent view of her nether hole and a brief glimpse of her pussy. She grins widely, clearly enjoying herself. Beads of sweat drip from her forehead, as she looks around nervously, but she still seems to... be enjoying it. The naughty lady is totally enjoying herself thoroughly. Of course, however, you are enjoying the show just as much. Quietly unzipping your pants, and pulling your cock out of your underwear and pulling at it, hoping to see the full show. Yeah, you're totally masturbating to this. Too hot not to. The trickle of her golden urine amplifies as she puts a little more pressure. Of course, this means full power in pumping your cock. You're raging and close to the edge, and what a better sight to spill your load to? Your eruption approaches, and you go stroke vigorously trying to bust your nut all over the same bushes she's tinkling in front of. In the grass, you can see the pool she's leaving, foamy and warm. It continues to bubble for a solid fifteen more seconds as she finishes tinkling. She shivers, and gives a deep moan of pleasure, and now you lose your load. Your cock erupts with pleasure, spurting out several orgasmic ropes of jizz to squirt all over the leaves, leaving sticky white globs of your spunk everywhere. Your entire body quivers with orgasmic bliss as you imagine this cutie's piss flowing in your mouth, on your face, on your dick and everywhere in between. Meanwhile in the bushes you've just left your mark in, a few more drops of pee fall as the stream recedes and she gives her butt a quick shake to lose the last few drops, before she stands back up to pull up her shorts. She gets on her knees, and presses her hand into the grass she just marked. She works her hand into the mud she's made from her piddle, and holds it up to her face before taking a deep whiff of her scent, closing her eyes to savor the experience, and loving every second of it. She trembles with delight and moans, before casually just walking off into the distance, still smelling her hand. You can see other handprints of similar sizes fading away in other spots near the bushes. Girl really had to go!
The next day, you wonder if she'll be back- it was obvious she wasn't a first timer there. Around the same time the next day, you approach the same clearing, treading lightly on your feet to avoid being seen by the leopardlike lady. You come to the same bush, and sure enough, the place still reeks of piss. You crouch beneath the bush, waiting for her. And as expected, she comes up, clutching her privates as usual, preparing to take another lovely leak.
Hell, the urge to pee is kindling within you, and your bladder bulges. Covering your junk over your pants, maybe you should take a leak too. Why not join her? To make sure she's ok with this, you do a quick test by pretending you're pissing in this same spot, but being slighlty obvious in it. She meets your glance, and ducks quickly, panicking. A second later, she realizes that you're here for the same reason as her. She awkwardly waves, and you smile and give a "come hither" notion with an inviting gaze and a wink. She nervously comes over.
Nervewracked, she speaks. "h-Hi".
You politely smile and reply, "Hey. I know why you're here. Want to join me? I have to go really fucking badly".
She looks relieved and nonchalantly responds, "Same here. Let's do it."
You unzip, and she comments, "I like to come here pretty often. It's a nice, secluded wooded spot with plenty of bushes and trees to do... uh, naughty stuff in. No one really comes by here very often, so I get really fucking freaky here sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean, uh, like, a lot."
You and your dick both like the sound of that.
She pulls her pants and panties down and pops a squat in the bushes next to you.
You aim your dick at a tree next to the two of you unleash your bladder to let it all out, as a golden stream flows in an arch on the tree. The tinkling sound of your, well, tinkle, fills the air in harmony with the hissing coming from her pussy below you. She opens her shirt a little, peeling it right over one of her small breasts, giving you a nice view of her perky nipple as she pinches it gently, making eye contact with you. Satisfied with the mark you left on the tree, you rotate your cock over to the bushes so you can get a nicer look at what she's been doing right there.
She smirks. "You smell that?"
"Just smells like piss."
She giggles. "Yeah, it's MY fault. I come here every time to, let's say, mark my territory. I love pissing here. I piss all over this little spot like it's my own personal toilet. And it always smells like my piss here. Behind every bush, on every tree, in every mound of dirt. It turns me on so fucking much."
NICE.
You look down at her crotch, and she opens her legs a little more to give you the full view. A tiny, but powerfull waterfall of golden pee streams down from her hot, wet snatch. You guide your dick around the bushes like a gardening hose, trying to wet every single leaf with your scent. The piddle she's making over there has grown into a giant puddle, and begins to slowly seep into your space, and you can feel some if it's warmth touching your shoes. She, on the other hand, has her feet in the middle of her puddle, and her tiny shoes are absolutely soaked, but she doesn't care. In fact, she probably likes it.
Definitely proud of the forest reeking of her piss, her eyes widen and she says, "All mine. Tinkled here every day to the point where the whole place smells like me. I love it."
She shakes her last drops out and looks over, watching you ruin the place with your golden rain. She watches in admiration, puppy-eyed.
"You're giving me a boner" you say shyly, coiling yourself away.
She beams at you.
"When you're finished pissing, want some head?"
Fuck yes. Yes, yes you do.
She shifts over to you, and gets on her knees, before delicately massaging your balls. She removes her bra to let you see her petite breasts and perky tits. She brushes her boobs against your crotch for a moment to tease you, before giving your member a long lick from the base all the way to the tip, dancing her tongue delicately along your head, before going back around the underside to collect every drop of your piss that you let out moments before. She withdraws, and gives a tiny, adorable little gulp as she swallows the little bit of piss that was on you. Her luciously silk lips kiss your head, before slowly enveloping the rest of you. You give a nice groan of bliss, and run your a hand through her soft hair as you bask in the glory of her masterful mouth. She keeps going further down your member until her warm, wet mouth has totally engulfed your manhood. Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue works its magic along the underside of your shaft as she coaxes you to closer. Your other hand, moments ago planted firmly on her scalp, has now started to massage her. She giggles, smiles and slowly starts to withdraw her warmth, cock sheathed inside snugly, tantalizingly pleasuring you. Her head bobs all the way back up to your glans, before effortlessly gliding back down, as your cock still experiences the wonderful sensation of her warm mouth. You let out a deep, sensual groan and begin to subconsciously arch your back as you undergo the magical feeling. Her lips meet your base, right up to your balls as she takes you deep, moving the muscles in her mouth to wrap around your dick like you were fucking her cunt. You shudder as a jolt of precum spurts out of your tip, and her tongue lovingly laps it up. As your sheer bliss reaches its orgasmic zenith, you warn her.
"I'm going to cum", you sigh with ecstasy.
She moans with her mouth full, but you can make out what she's saying pretty easily. "You can cum in my mouth".
And that's the ticket! You shudder as your body erupts in euphoria, with your hot white spunk flooding her warm, wet gullet. You cream her throat in waves, with her tongue squeezing your entire length and pure orgasmic bliss quaking through your manhood. Every spurt from your dick gets even more pleasurable as you thrust your hips into her inviting face. With one final moan and thrust, your body squeezes out its last bit of it's liquid love for the lusty leopard right onto her tongue. The cum that you pooled inside her mouth collects, and she licks her lips to get the sweat and precum you've left, and she swallows all your nut in one little gulp. She licks her lips again, looks up at you and smiles.
"I'm happy you're here contributing, but this forest still smells like MY piss only. You can leave your scent here as a little memento in this corner."
You nod, and she continues.
"Thanks. If you'd love to get naughty sometime, just come back here."
You like the sound of that.
"I'll come by again to get naughty sometime in the near future."
Before she walks away, she calls to you, "Oh, and name's Nidalee, by the way. And I'd fucking love that." She smiles.
You introduce yourself back, and the two of you part ways.
You want more, of course.
You go back the next day, same time, and sure enough, she's there.
Your glances meet, and she moves over to you smiling.
"Hey again", Nidalee says.
You reciprocate your greeting and give her a smooch.
"I really have to go today. Can we get started right now?"
"Sure".
She pulls her skirt and panties down and pops a squat in the bushes next to you.
"Wait", you say.
She glances back up at you.
You twitch a little awkwardly, but muster up the courage to meekly say "do it on me."
She beams as her glance meets yours. She likes the sound of that.
She bolts up. "Sit down on this stump", she says, pointing to a nearby tree stump.
You sit down, and take your pants off, exposing your raging manhood to her.
She stares with admiration at your throbbing member.
"Okay," she starts positioning herself reverse-cowgirl style, so her booty is right in your face. She grabs her ass and spreads her cheeks wide, giving you a nice view of her asshole and her quivering cunt. She firmly plants her feet on the ground and lets loose. Instant heaven. Staring at her lovely labia and tiny asshole, warm piss starts raining down onto your junk. She lets out a deep, long, girly moan as she relieves herself all over you. The second you feel some of that liquid sunshine hit your dick, you bolt up and shudder in bliss. She hasn't even put her hands on your dick and it's trembling with ecstasy as you feel her love cover you completely. Your dick is completely soaked as her stream rages, with the warm piddle showering your manhood. You could cum by just sitting here as she tinkles all over you, and that may as well just end up happening, considering this is the sexiest thing you've ever seen. She's moaning and shaking her ass and it might just be a bit too much. But you hold out. You want the whole thing, baby. Her ass dances and her feet shift about as she gets more and more urine on your cock. It's making your shirt wet, and it's getting all over your jeans, and you'll definitely be leaving her soaked in fox girl piss, but this is soooooo worth it. Instant diamonds in your dick as she shakes the last few drops from her, then rubbing her pussy lips against your cock to wipe herself clean.
She turns her face toward you. "You looked like you enjoyed yourself back there", she giggles. "You look like you're about to burst. If you want, I can give you a buttjob. Twerk on your dick? Nice little lapdance until you spill your load? Won't take very long, I promise".
You nod vigorously.
"Okay, then." She smiles, turning back around.
She shakes her ass like a pro, dancing it around your dick. Your head digs in to the flesh of her bottom, as her butt tickles your dick. You're going to bust your nut in mere seconds.
Then she turns around and winks.
Aaaaaaaaaand you fucking lose it.
In nine furious spurts, you shoot your load all over her butt, some strings even roping their way on her back. Your piss soaked crotch erupts with white love for her, and she seems to be amused by it, looking back and similing. Your balls tighten, your stomach curls and your back arches as you keep spurting and spurting for the foxy-eared lady. She stands up and gives you a nice view of her butt, which you have painted completely white with your jizz.
She then moves back a bit, and backs against the tree, and motions for you to stand up.
"Your turn, big boy." She coyly says.
"On your face?" You ask.
"Everywhere, baby. My tits, too." She eagerly requests.
That's an offer you can't refuse.
You ready your bladder with your dick aimed right at her face. You relax and let the piss flow on her, your thick stream covering her in a matter of seconds. She smiles as your deluge drenches her forehead, your pee soaking her hair, ears, face, and neck.
"Fuck. Yes." She moans.
"I've never been peed on by a guy before. Always wanted it. Thank youuuuuuuuuuu~"She can hardly finish her words.
Remembering her tits, you guide your member down as your love flows on her, down on her neck and all over her beautiful bare chest. Her tiny tits react accordingly, with her nipples getting firm she massages them as they get soaked.
"Mouth" she says, opening her mouth.
Not very subtle.
Your dick obeys, and you spray your stream into her mouth. She happily laps it up, letting it fill her completely, overflowing a little bit, before swallowing as you continue. It's dripping from her mouth, down her chest and getting all over the ground. She greedily continues, with her wide eyes begging for more, and your bladder is happy to oblige. You continue to pee all over her face for a solid thirty more seconds, letting out your hot liquid love for her until your stream recedes. She takes notice, and puts her mouth on the tip to suck out the last few drops and clean you up.
She pulls back and licks her lips. "Thanks a bunch, sweetheart".
So, same time tomorrow, you guess. |
I know only one or two people are likely to read this, but I thought it'd be fun to write this after a discussion on the outfit in question. Part of it might have been inspired by a short story that was told on the page, and the user that told it suggested I write a story with a similar scenario. It's still not meant to be based off that story, just the outfit, the manner of wetting, and her reaction to it.
Desperation in a Romper
It was the beginning of summer holidays, and an entire high school class was having a big party to celebrate their recent graduation. As they were all 18, they were three years under the drinking age, so they brought several cans and boxes of soda to the party and acted like they were drinking to graduation.
The most attractive girl at the party was Tina. She had long blonde hair, and today she wore a skintight pink romper which everyone thought looked really cute on her. It had ten small buttons starting just below the neck and ending in front of the belly button, and they were pink to match the suit.
She was also something of an athlete, so she had run all the way to the party house. That being said, when she arrived, her romper had been damp with sweat and she was very thirsty, so she had drank two small bottles of coke, three cans of root beer, four big glasses of Sprite, and a can of Pepsi.
An hour into the party, the sweat had dried off her and her thirst was quenched. She was having a lot of fun at the party, talking with her other ex-classmates and playing games.
Until a sudden urge to pee hit her. She groaned and crossed her legs.
"Are you all right?" said Hannah, a girl she was talking to.
"I have to go. Really badly."
Hannah giggled. "I warned you not to drink all that soda."
Tina stood up and ran towards the only bathroom. Unfortunately for her, there was a lineup. Drinking so much soda at once had taken its toll on them. Many of them looked more desperate than her. Being the early stage of her need to pee, it wasn't that bad yet, but she remembered how much she had to drink, and knew it would get serious soon.
Sure enough, the line had barely progressed when her need to pee increased. She went from uncomfortable to desperate in a matter of minutes. She held herself and did the pee dance. The people at the party who had not drank as much chuckled a bit. She didn't feel too embarrassed, right now all she cared about was keeping dry. Besides, she wasn't the only one in the line pee dancing. Sara, the girl in front of her, who had brown hair, seemed nearly as desperate as her.
For some reason everyone in the bathroom was taking a long time. She imagined they were peeing for a minute or two. Some of the boys probably missed the toilet for a few seconds and were mopping it up. A lot of them were probably relaxing for about a minute after peeing, enjoying the relief. Or taking extra time to wash their hands, likely having got a bit of pee on them.
One by one, the people in the line entered the bathroom every several minutes. With each passing minute, Tina's bladder became more full, and she held herself tighter and pee danced harder. "Hurry up! I really need to go!"
After what seemed like an eternity, there were only three people ahead of her. The girl currently in the bathroom walked out, and the boy at the front of the line walked in. Tina could hear the loud sound of his pee splashing into the toilet. She cringed, as the sound made it harder for her to hold it. She was more desperate than she'd ever been in her life.
She wasn't sure she could wait for him, or the two people in front of her. If only there was another bathroom in here. An idea suddenly occurred to her. There was a McDonalds close by. She could just run over and use the bathroom there. If none of the others had the same idea first.
"I'll be right back!" She left the line and ran out the door. She ran to McDonalds as fast as her legs would carry her, holding herself with one hand, feeling she could burst at any moment.
She ran into McDonalds and made a beeline to the women's bathroom. To her dismay, the door was open, and a janitor was cleaning.
"How long until you're done?" she said, holding herself and pee dancing.
"I just started, so about five minutes," said the janitor. "You'll have to hold it till then."
Tina wasn't sure she could. She ran back to the party house, sure that there must be one person in front of her at most now. She hoped so. She could feel waves of pee sloshing inside her as she ran.
But when she got back, she saw that five more people had lined up behind Sara, who was now next in line. They didn't look super desperate, though, as they had drank their soda in moderation, so she was sure they wouldn't take too long.
The boy in the bathroom walked out, and Sara walked in. Being a bit further away, Tina couldn't hear her peeing as loud, and was grateful for this, but knew she'd have to survive five other people using the bathroom.
After about four minutes, Sara left the bathroom, and Tina could have sworn she saw a damp spot on her jeans. Her suspicions were confirmed when Sara grabbed a can of Pepsi, shook it discreetly, and opened it, letting it explode and soak the front of her shirt and pants.
As the boy who was next in line entered the bathroom, Tina considered returning to McDonalds, but if there was a line there, she'd just lose her spot here again. She was better off waiting for those in front of her.
It took all five of the new arrivals under a minute to use the bathroom. Tina was still in desperate need of a bathroom, dancing frantically and fit to burst, but she felt slightly better knowing her relief was on it way.
Once the girl in front of her walked out of the bathroom, dry and looking relieved, Tina raced into the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and ran up to the toilet. At last, she'd get the relief she so desperately needed.
Until she realized she'd have to undo all ten buttons on her romper to get it down. She groaned and undid her top button. She had to pee so badly she fumbled with the next buttons after that. It was a race to undo the buttons before she wet herself. She kind of felt like a race horse.
Tina finally got her second button undone, and tried to undo the third. Standing in front of the toilet wasn't helping, it made her overflowing bladder scream for release even more.
She had just undone her fifth button when it happened. She felt her crotch grow warm and wet, and could hear a soft hissing sound, and, a few seconds later, she felt a warm wetness running down her legs. She had just begun peeing her romper. She tried to stop, but her stream only got stronger.
She knew there was no point in holding it, so she sat on the toilet to avoid expanding the small puddle she'd already made on the bathroom floor. She stopped trying to hold it and peed through her romper into the toilet. She'd only undone it halfway, and the zipper had stayed in position due to its tightness, so her chest wasn't exposed, and the lower part of it wasn't loosened in the slightest. She could feel her pee soaking her butt as it splashed into the toilet. She let out a big sigh of relief, for it did feel kind of nice after being desperate for so long, even if it didn't end in the way she preferred.
She peed for about three minutes. The crotch and butt of her romper were soaked. She stood up and looked into the toilet. The water was very yellow, and she could smell the pee clearly. She buttoned up her romper again, grabbed some toilet paper, mopped up her puddle, put it in the toilet, flushed it, washed her hands, and left the bathroom.
"I didn't make it," she said sheepishly.
Everyone laughed. Tina blushed lightly, but giggled, making light of the situation. It was kind of funny. She did feel a little embarrassed, but not overly so. She'd always laugh if someone wet himself or herself in a movie. She just laughed it off and continued the party in her wet romper. She actually had a bit of fun telling the others how it happened, about how much she had drank, the McDonalds bathroom being cleaned, and that she had wet herself trying to undo her romper. She realized it was very silly to choose an outfit like this and drink so much soda, but she felt amused rather than ashamed, and anyone who teased her about it did so in good nature.
For the rest of the party, whenever she needed to pee, she went in her romper, though she made sure she was sitting on the toilet first. When someone jokingly asked if she had another accident, she replied it wasn't an accident this time, and laughed with them.
She knew she'd joke about this many times in the future. |
This will either be an ongoing series or a standalone story depending on the kind of response I get for it. Though this part does not have much omorashi, it lays the groundwork for the rest of the story. I wish to dedicate this story to all my readers and friends who have supported me for so long. I hope you will like it.
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Give me a copper coin and you’ll hear a golden tale!
—A storyteller’s street cry in Godswick
The Iron Queen
The Great Hall of the King’s Fort was a lonely place for two to sit to supper. Deep shadows climbed the walls as the torches flickered in the wind. Charlotte ate her meal and sipped from the goblet of red wine. The vintage tasted thin and sour on her tongue, the taste of the grapes still growing on her senses. The Queen had ordered the cooks to make Iwan’s favored supper tonight, egg drop soup of wispy beaten eggs in boiled chicken broth, finely chopped scallions and added condiments of black and white pepper, and along with it was trout wrapped in bacon, salad of turnip greens and red fennel and sweetgrass, pease and onions and hot bread baked fresh from the ovens. She hoped he would like it. Her son was the King now, and it was her duty to see to his wants met.
He sat at the head of the table, eating methodically from his plate. The crown suited the boy, Charlotte noted, though she doubted if his young shoulders would be able to bear the burden of the throne. Many men had come and gone but none could do justice to the King’s seat.
The walls of the keep were thick, yet even so, they could hear the muffled sounds of celebrations from the yard outside. Sir Randel had brought a hundred casks up from the cellars, and the smallfolk were celebrating Iwan’s nameday by hoisting mugs of nut-brown ale. The Queen had ordered the merriment to be kept as minimal as it could be. She knew it was not the time for revelries. The Daltons were sure gone, but there were still many who eyed the throne.
When they were done with the supper, Charlotte kissed her son on the cheek and wished him good sleep before walking out of the hall. She strode across the cold corridors of the castle towards the Mæjester’s chambers, her soft cheeks growing warmer from the flaming torches on the walls.
Her last few years on the throne were tumultuous for the realm. Her treasury had run empty due to the Great War, her troops broken in battle. Thus, she had ordered the mints to produce coins of assorted shapes and sizes made of brass and copper. Coins those were as valuable as gold or silver ones.
Though her scheme seemed to work for a while, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize what a colossal blunder it was. As Mæjester Nemesius had said, “the house of every goldsmith became a mint.” The Queen’s new coinage had ‘the words of the God’ inscribed on them instead of the royal seal, and lacking in the artistic precision of design and finish, they became easy to imitate. The entire market was flooded with the fake coins in no time and the small folk could not discern between the real and the forged ones. A great problem rose for the state treasury.
In other parts of the realm, the people started to pay the revenue to the crown in brass and copper and used the same coins to purchase goods and horses. It took only a while for the treasury to fill up with forged pennies. The coins became as worthless as stones and the disrupted trade and commerce sent the capital into chaos. The Queen was forced to take back all the coins of brass and copper issued by the royal mints, giving back the old gold or silver coins in return. Thousands of people exchanged their copper coins with silver or gold ones and the state treasury faced a loss incomparable.
A year later, she passed an order to shift the capital from Godswick to Longford. She believed that it would help her to establish control over the fertile lands of her ancestors and to create a more accessible capital, since she believed Godswick was too down south.
All facilities were provided for those who were required to migrate to Longford, but the common folk of the capital were not in favor of leaving their home and shifting to a new place. This angered Her Highness, for she ordered all people of Godswick to proceed to Longford with their belongings. The force was applied without any leniency. This move brought ruin on Godswick which for over six hundred years had grown in peace and prosperity.
And though the smallfolk migrated, they showed dissent.
However, soon they started to fall short of food and water at Longford and Her Highness decided to shift the capital back to Godswick, allowing the smallfolk to return to their previous city. Though the shift only happened for a few months, Godswick suffered a downfall in its stature and trade and the life of its people was plunged to ruins.
‘The foolish Queen’ she was called from then on, the Queen who now many saw inept to sit on the throne. Her following years as the regent were no better. The ever-mounting debt of the crown loomed over her, and the expenses never seemed to settle.
When Iwan came of age, Charlotte agreed to the council’s suggestion to let the boy take his rightful place on the throne, thus giving them an opportunity to win back the trust of the smallfolk, while also opening the gates for a chance of forging an alliance with one of the wealthiest families in the realm through his marriage. The rope that Charlotte intended to use to climb out of the pit of debt.
The shadowy walls in the Mæjester’s office were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with potions of different colors. The medicines too made an impressive display; dozens of pots sealed with wax, hundreds of vials, as many milkglass bottles, countless jars of dried herbs, each container neatly labeled in Mæjester Nemesius’ precise hand. The Mæjester, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, quickly stood up when he saw the Queen enter.
He was a short and thin man, with silver hair and beard so long that they could be tucked into the belt of his robe of grey wool. He had long and skillful fingers and his eyes were grey, and quick, “Your Highness,” he greeted, keeping the beakers aside and closing the book of The Magical Drafts and Potions that he had been referring to.
“My Lord” she smiled at the old man, “I hope you have found some relief from the pain in your knees.”
“The only relief that old age grants is death, Your Highness” he answered with a dwindling laugh, “Tell me, my Queen, of what service can I be to you?”
“My Lord, Iwan and I have decided to visit Lord Thames Gardener at Tantallon at this behest,” Charlotte said, “He wishes to marry his daughter, Lady Katherine to Iwan. They say she is a dove-eyed beauty and people have written many a song about her charm, I see there is no better match for my son than her.”
“A wise decision, Your Highness” Mæjester Nemesius said, “The House of Gardener has always been a loyal support to the crown and I think Lady Katherine would be a suitable wife to our beloved King” the old man added.
“Very well then,” she spoke, “Ask Lord Rickard to make necessary arrangements for our journey, we shall begin early on the morrow.”
“As it please you, Your Highness” he bowed. Charlotte gave him a smile before she turned around and left. There was one last person she had to meet before she retired for the day.
She entered the small chamber where Little Farlen lay in his bed wrapped in blankets. Tears flowed from his eyes as the muffled sounds of his cries filled the room. Farlen was Queen Charlotte’s ward, sent to the capital from Herstmonceux to be fostered at her express command. He had cried the day his Lord Father had sent him away and he was crying still. Maybe ten was too tender an age to be ripped away from one’s family, but Charlotte knew that boys went to war at this age. Mæjester Nemesius had said that the boy needed to spend more time with the other children, yet Charlotte knew that he needed affection and care more than anything else.
“My Lord?” she teased him with a smile, “Are you still awake?” Charlotte took a seat next to him on the bed and was stunned to realize that it was wet. Though she was shocked, the Queen did not show it outwardly. She calmly took the boy out of the bed and bathed him before putting him in his dry clothes. It was the third time Little Farlen had wet his bed in a week and Charlotte wondered if the boy had always had this problem.
“You wouldn’t tell anyone, would you?” he asked, all gloomy.
“I promise, I won’t” Charlotte replied with a smile, “But you must make a promise too..”
“W-what promise?” the boy asked.
“That you won’t be sad because of this, it is human nature dear, everyone needs to pee” she smiled at him. She knew that kind words could be short and easy to speak, but their echoes were truly endless. She hoped it would make him feel better but the sullen look on the boy’s face only grew deeper.
“You wouldn’t know how it feels to have an accident” he cried out, “It feels horrible!”
“I know, my sweet” she said.
“No, you don’t!” Farlen argued, “You’d know if you wet yourself!”
Her cheeks burned in embarrassment, his words reminded her of certain incidents of the past. Humiliating incidents that the Queen had kept hidden in the vault of her mind, but maybe it was time to let them out, “My Lord, I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you’d have to promise me that you won’t ever tell it to anyone, promise?”
“A-a secret?” the boy repeated, of course he liked secrets, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear!”
“Alright then” Charlotte said, hesitation overridden by the sense of goodwill, “T-the secret is that even I have wet myself, not once but twice and that too in front of people!” she hoped her confession would make him feel better or at least wipe away the gloomy look on his face, but believing that the mighty Queen could have an accident came to be a little hard for the boy, he thought for a moment and then said, “That’s not true! You’re saying this to make me feel better,” he felt desolate and maybe even worse than before to know the Queen would lie to him.
“No, really I have, my sweet” she said, now fearing if she had made a mistake letting the boy into her secret, what if he went around and told this to everyone? But there was no going back now.
“So, why didn’t you just go to the privy?” he asked innocently, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, beginning to believe her story and feeling a bit better to have someone he could share his embarrassment with.
“I tried but I couldn’t get to one before it was too late,” she said, breaking the eye contact as humiliation filled her.
“That must have been embarrassing,” Farlen said.
“It was.”
“You could have waited a little longer, adults are not supposed to wet themselves.”
Charlotte fluttered her eyes and smiled faintly at the innocence of the boy, only if he knew how badly she had to go, how much her bladder was bursting, he would have never said such a thing. Waiting any longer had become impossible. She remembered the warmth on her trembling inner thighs and the sheer volume of urine during both her accidents, the boy’s embarrassment would have vanished in an instant had he seen her wetting herself on either of those fateful days. She knew that compared to her, Farlen’s embarrassment must be nothing. Yet she wanted to make the boy feel better.
“Is there anything I can do for my little lord to wipe that gloomy look off his face?” Charlotte asked softly, hoping to get something from the boy. And when she saw him still sullen and desolate, she had a thought. She waited a few more seconds, as if deciding if she really wanted to say the next words out of her mouth, but then decided to say it anyway, “Well if you want, you could control when I get to go to the privy,” Charlotte couldn’t believe what she had just said. She was giving the little boy the control of how long she’d have to wait to empty her bladder. She wondered that maybe this was a brainless thought and if it would make any difference but she was willing to do anything to take the boy out of his misery.
“I-I don’t get it” Farlen said confounded, unsure if what he understood by the Queen’s words was exactly what she meant to say.
“Well, my sweet, if you’d really want, if you think it’d make a difference, I mean, you could control when…well, when I get to go to the privy. That way even if you still wet the bed at night, you can be in charge of when I get to piss, that’ll give you a sense of control” she explained it to him in a soft yet playful voice. “But you’ll have to promise to be nice to me,” she ended with a faint beam.
Farlen nodded in agreement, with a heartfelt smile on his face for the first time in weeks. He knew this was going to be fun.
The Queen smiled at the obvious improvement in the boy’s mood, “Good, now go to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.” She pulled up his sheets for him before giving him a peck on the forehead as she left the room.
Late at night when the castle was asleep, the knock came at the Queen’s door, loud and unexpected. Charlotte stopped pouring the wine into the cup, frowning. “What is it?”
Aldred’s voice came through the door. “My Queen, Mæjester Nemesius is without and begs urgent audience.”
“You told him I had left orders not to be disturbed?”
“Yes, my Queen. He insists.”
“Alright, send him in.”
Mæjester Nemesius was shown in before the door was closed behind him. He saw Her Highness standing near the table beside her bed, pouring her favorite red wine into the goblet. He could see her flowing silk brown hair running down her back, it looked as if her robes were open from the front. “My Queen,” he said to her, “pardon for disturbing your rest. There was a message.”
“A message? At this hour of the night?” she turned and walked towards him. He saw her breasts, the nipples that were shades deeper of brown and the thick black bush at the juncture of her thighs, a coarse, untamed forest of hair six inches long. She was much hairier than any woman he had seen before.
She tied her robes before she took the parchment from his hand and unrolled it. As her eyes slowly moved along the words a sigh escaped her throat.
“What does it say?” Nemesius asked.
“Lord Hadrian of Etonbury… he is no more….. a fever took him” she said, turning back around. She went to the table and lifted the goblet of wine to drink it down at once.
“He was a good man, may the God grant him rest,” he said. |
Day-I
The Journey
The morning came with the sweet chirping of birds at Charlotte’s window. She had risen an hour before dawn to bathe and fix her hair. Dressed in a greenish blue gown made of flowing silk so smooth it seemed to run through her fingers like water, she stood in front of a wonderful looking glass, a glass that stories said once belonged to a witch who lived centuries ago in the forests nearby. Charlotte looked at herself in the glass as she did every morning, and said, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all?”
And like every day the mirror answered, “You, o Queen, are the fairest of all.” Charlotte was satisfied, for she knew that the looking-glass spoke the truth. The Queen then left for Lord Farlen’s room to wake him, but when she reached there, she found him already up and dressed. “Good morrow, my fair Lord! You look really handsome!” she said.
“Oh, you are being generous, my Queen” the boy responded in his sweet voice, showing her his quilted breeches and doublet, “Nurse Gwendolynn dressed me.”
“Oh, that dress suits you, my Lord Farlen,” the Queen said, “Come, I’m here to take you for breakfast,” she said, “Oh but before we leave, do you mind if I visit the privy? I don't think I'll get the time to empty myself after the breakfast.”
Farlen giggled, “But my Queen, you might have gone after you woke up?”
Charlotte chuckled, “Yes, yes, I did, just to make sure!” and with that, they left.
Queen Charlotte and Lord Farlen joined the King in the great hall for the breakfast, along with the Lords and Ladies of the court. The table was spread with bread, fruits, oats and ale. All during the breakfast, Little Farlen noted that though the Queen Mother barely ate anything, she had plenty to drink, liters of water and pot after pot of freshly brewed hot barley tea as she talked and laughed with the members of the court who sat next to her or across the table.
When they all were done, everyone made themselves busy greeting the traveling party a safe journey. The Queen walked up to where Lord Farlen sat, “I hope you are ready for the journey, my Little Lord, it will be a long and tiring road.”
“I am!” the boy exclaimed.
“And my goodness, I’ve had a lot to drink! Surely you’ll let me use the privy before we set out, won’t you?” she asked. The boy grinned and shook his head. The Queen wrinkled her nose at him, clearly happy to see the boy brighten up. Though Charlotte did not know when she’d get a chance to wee while on the road, she decided to hold it as she knew her bladder was more than capable of accommodating all that liquid.
The royal entourage set out from the capital shortly, the Kingsguard knights led the front with the royal banners, while four hundred household members rode behind them, and there were carts and twelve packhorses as well, carrying everything from chapel materials and books to exchequer records to clothes, food and drink, and gifts. Grooms and squires led horses on foot, while foot servants and hunting dogs walked ahead. They planned to spend eight days on the road, putting up each evening at the castle of a lord or at an inn, and this way, by easy and pleasant stages, to come to Tantallon.
The Queen Mother was accompanied in her carriage by the Little Lord Farlen, Nurse Gwendolynn and a hand maiden named Elizabeth, a sweet girl of sixteen. Elizabeth was known to her neighbors as a beautiful but languorous girl who would not spin. One day while her mother was beating her for being lazy, the Queen, who was passing by, overheard and asked Elizabeth’s mother the reason for the punishment. Ashamed to admit that her daughter was lazy, her mother answered that the girl spun so much that she could not afford to buy enough flax to keep her occupied. The Queen, impressed by such industry, offered to take the girl with her and that was how Elizabeth came into the Queen’s service. And though she was a servant, the Queen treated her like her own daughter.
One thing Elizabeth had come to notice during her time in Charlotte’s service was that the Queen had no trouble putting off her privy visits, even when it had been hours since she’d gone last. This raised her curiosity, as she always had admired women with strong bladders. She wondered how long the Queen could last without a piss? She knew that Charlotte drank copiously but rarely took privy breaks in between the day. Maybe the Queen had a giant’s bladder. Elizabeth wished this journey would give her the measure of the Queen’s true holding prowess. Charlotte had consumed liters upon liters of water since she woke up in the morning, followed by pots of barley tea during the breakfast. Elizabeth noted with much awe that the Queen never gave even a slight hint of discomfort from having drunk so much. She knew the noble ladies would never mention about their need to relieve themselves. She wondered if Her Highness wanted to piss at all or if she was bursting under her dress and simply hid it too well? Only time would tell.
Her own bladder was beginning to fill quite rapidly owing to the liter of water she had since they left the capital, but Elizabeth let it slide to the back of her mind, confident that she’d be able to hold it until they halted for rest.
After it had been a few hours on the road, Elizabeth suspected that a normal person would have been considering stopping for piss in the bushes, as the Queen was now laden with her morning water and barley tea along with the skin of water she had emptied just now. Of course, she considered this was essentially nothing for Her Highness, but just then Charlotte said, “Ask Sir Mandon to stop at the inn up ahead.”
Nurse Gwendolynn nodded and gave the Queen’s message to the coachman through the small partition, who then passed it on to the Kingsguard riding ahead of their carriage.
It raised Elizabeth’s excitement. Maybe the Queen would use one of the rooms in the inn to make waters in a chamberpot, she thought. But when the contingent stopped, she saw the real reason for the halt.
The bonny inn called the Black Bear, served some of the finest wine in the country and the Queen had a good taste for it. The inn was built over a little gully through which ran a brook, and it was surrounded by banks of green and fragrant pine. There was the no other smell here but the pine smell, the wet, sweet smell of the woods, and no sound except the polite hum of conversation from the diners and the music of the brook, a welcome change from the stench and commotion of the capital.
All the people in the inn stood up when they saw the King and his mother enter, they greeted the royal family with bows and praises and Iwan conducted them all well, giving respect to fishermen and merchants alike.
"What an utterly delightful place," Farlen said, and Sir Mandon of the Kingsguard guided them to a table. The wine of the house, a sparkling amber drink, dry and refreshing, was set for the King and the Queen mother.
They were at the back of the house, separated from the common room in front where soldiers and draymen and other travelers ate; and while the issue was rarely pressed, it was only after a time when Farlen realized that only Knights and other higher Lords and Ladies were served here. Charlotte had often dined here with her husband, the Late King, and the innkeep had always been delighted to receive Her Highness into his service.
While they had their drinks, Charlotte and Iwan made conversation about the latest play to open in the capital, a rather contrived comedy in poor imitation of the Greek, as so many were. And while they talked Charlotte enjoyed her wine. There were few things Charlotte loved more than drinking down a few cups of fruity red wine or even a dozen. When they were done she walked back to the carriage while the others relieved themselves behind the bushes just to be safe.
As she came out of the woods, Elizabeth marveled at the length of her wee and wondered if it was the cold weather that made her go so much or if it was the liter of water she had before setting out from the capital. Either way, she had let it out but she knew the Queen hadn’t. Charlotte needed to empty her bladder as well, but Farlen had told her not to go and moreover, a Queen would never disgrace herself by peeing out in the open, so she just stayed back. They resumed their journey shortly and as the sun began to climb up, Elizabeth detected the first hint of a bladder bulge forming in the Queen’s midriff.
The Queen’s corset was beginning to grow tight on her stomach. She began nursing another skin of water, but more slowly, as it seemed her belly had filled up with liquids.
By noon, the entourage had reached the town of Culingham and everyone in the King’s traveling party stopped to eat and rest. The King and Queen Mother were received by Mæjester Theodoseus who had once been a councilor to King Henry, Iwan’s grandfather. The Mæjester invited the King and Charlotte to his manor but Iwan politely declined, owing to the length of the journey they needed to cover. Thus, Theodoseus treated him and Charlotte at the finest tavern in the city, with baked bread and flagons of beer of which the Queen drank plenty, while Farlen had a sausage and Nurse Gwendolynn and Elizabeth did with the beer and bread and fish.
Both Farlen and Elizabeth were impressed that Charlotte could drink like that with already so much inside her. They wondered if the Queen had a bladder made of cast iron to be able to hold it so easily. They sat there for long, talking of all things under the sun, but soon the King realized they ought to be on their way.
“We really should get going if we want to reach Tilsworth on time” he said, breaking from his conversation with Theodoseus.
The Queen lifted her brow in surprise when she heard this. She had not known how the time had gone by and her bladder felt quite full. They thanked Theodoseus for his hospitality and made to leave.
As they stepped outside the tavern, the Queen whispered into Elizabeth’s ear, “Do you think there is a privy any place nearby? I’ve had a lot to drink.” She had been looking forward to using the privy at the Mæjester’s manor but after the King’s decision to keep on the road, that option was taken off the table.
Elizabeth was glad to know that the Queen was starting to feel the effects of all those liquids in her bladder, “My Queen, there is the town’s common privy nearby if you want to use, but do you really need to go? I suppose we all need to be on the road now.”
The Queen thought for a moment, “Oh, no, it won’t be a problem. I can wait easily. And of course I shall never use the town’s common privy you foolish girl, I am not some common peasant woman, what will the people think if they saw their Queen standing in the line for the privy?”
“Forgive me, my Queen” Elizabeth replied, “I’ll inform Sir Mandon that we are ready to carry on with the journey.”
They soon took to the road, but as the sun climbed higher onto the sky, Farlen’s bladder began to nag him constantly. By the look of it through the window, the woods seemed familiar and Queen Charlotte knew that they were near to the river Dames.
Her Highness had been through this route many a time, and she knew the bridge over the river had a privy where Farlen could relieve himself and she could go wee too. The entourage stopped on Sir Mandon’s command when they neared the bridge and the Queen stepped out of her coach along with Farlen. The pissynhole over the Dames was managed by a bridge warden named Harold, a fat balding man with mutton chops and grey hair on his arms. He stood up as the Queen approached, “A great sight to see Your Highness at Dames” he said smiling.
The Queen smiled back and paid a copper to the man, “The boy needs to make waters” she said and went in with Farlen as the man nodded at them, “Don’t mind me, my Queen” the little boy started, “But may I know where you are going?”
“I need to take a piss as well, my sweet, I promise I’ll be quick” she whispered.
“Well, that is for me to determine if you get to wee or not,” Farlen said as he saw the Queen’s smile break.
“Oh, but I’ve had so much to drink, my little Lord, I must relieve myself before we keep on with the journey,” Charlotte told him, holding her bladder for the effect.
“Well, I think you can hold it, my gracious Queen,” the boy said, “Wait outside till I come back.”
Charlotte was surprised at the boy’s antics and stood outside angrily, tapping her foot and with her hands crossed under her ample bosom as she waited for the boy to finish his job. It had been eight hours since they’d left the capital and Charlotte had drunk an ungodly amount of liquid. Her bladder was beginning to expand rapidly. She walked back a bit angry at the boy for not letting her piss but still confident that she could hold off her waters easily.
Once they got in the carriage, Elizabeth saw the Queen’s bladder still bulging distinctly over her gown as Her Highness took her seat, a clear sign that she had not made waters inside the privy. The maid’s joy knew no bounds as she was snow sure that the Queen had some serious pressure built up.
Shortly after, the Queen asked Elizabeth to hand her the flask full of wine they had carried from the capital. Charlotte found traveling to be a cumbersome task that often dried her throat. Having something to drink kept her mind off the journey.
Though she hadn’t been to the privy for more than eight hours, the Queen was showing absolutely no physical signs of needing to piss despite her ever-growing bulge. She did not even seem to care that the liquids were entering her bladder. She soon emptied the flask and made herself busy knitting to pass the time. The red wool Charlotte used to knit was much softer and stronger than the brown one Nurse Gwendolynn was using to knit the shawl. The two women sang as they worked, wearing happy smiles on their faces,
“Again the morn of gladness,
The morn of light, is here;
And earth itself looks fairer,
And Heaven itself more near;
The bells, like angel voices,
Speak peace to every breast;
And all the land lies quiet
To keep the day of rest.”
Never did the Queen seem even the least bit distressed as she sang, even though it had been hours since she’d last peed and she’d drunk a very large amount. Elizabeth marveled at the Queen’s ability to wait for so long without even a hint of being desperate, and the journey went on. The dusk brought them to the borders of Tilsworth. The sight of the huge walls and stout towers of the castle reminded the Queen of what had transpired here many years ago.
A blare of trumpets went from the walls, and a voice in the yard announced the arrival of the King and Queen Mother at the castle. The large party of knights and mounted archers of the royal entourage poured in through the gates. Lord Hornwood and his sons came hurrying out the doors of the keep, and his daughter too, a short girl with yellow hair and a round pink face.
By this point, it had been eleven hours since the Queen had felt any relief and Elizabeth was sure Her Highness would sprint from the carriage to the chambers to use the privy, but Charlotte stepped out of the wagon calmly and gave her hand to Lord Hornwood to be kissed.
“My Queen, you are indeed the most beautiful lady in the twelve kingdoms,” the Lord said, “It is an honor to have you and King Iwan as our guests and we will be honored to share our bread and roof with you.”
Charlotte gave him her usual curt and narrow smile before Lord Hornwood asked the servants to show her to her chambers. The Queen instructed the servants that she’d share her room with Little Farlen and so they led the Queen and the boy together. Once in, Charlotte pulled the curtains from the window to get a view of the beautiful country meadow layered with the gleaming rays of the falling sun of the dusk. The æppel orchards and neatly tended fields reminded her of Longford.
“My Lord, stay here till I am back, alright?” she said as she turned around.
“Alright, my Queen” Farlen said.
The Queen walked up to the door but then stopped in her track for a moment, thinking if she should use the privy before she stepped out, but then she decided she could wait a bit longer. She closed the door behind her and walked through the corridors with a very protruding bladder bulge, though she still wasn’t desperate to piss.
Queen Charlotte was hosted by Lady Melissa Hornwood in her solar with plenty of tea and sweets. The Queen gulped down cup after cup of the sweet barley tea while she spent the evening talking to Lady Melissa and sharing tales of the days past. It was one of Charlotte’s strong suits, the ability to sit and talk for hours, without a single trip to the privy.
Despite the fourteen hours full bladder she was keeping contained, the Queen had drunk down almost three large pots of tea, adding to the weight in her bladder. When they got up to go for a walk in the gardens, Lady Melissa caught the Queen rubbing her abdomen, which was now bulging out greatly.
“I think I should take a piss first before we go for a walk, I haven’t been since morning,” she said, feeling like she really had a lot in there. The Queen usually made sure never to mention such needs before anyone, but with Lady Melissa, it was a different case as they both grew up together at Longford and they had seen each other making waters many a time when they were younger.
“Oh, forgive me, my Queen” Lady Melissa responded at Charlotte’s sudden admission, “Then by all means, visit your chambers to use the privy first, then we shall go for a walk in the gardens.”
“Oh no, that’ll take too long, my Lady” Charlotte responded, “Now that I think, it’s not an issue that pressing, let us go for a walk and I shall visit the privy later.”
Thus Lady Melissa escorted the Queen towards the godswoods and then to the gardens and all the while they were walking, Charlotte could feel her bladder filling slowly but steadily.
They walked long and even went to feed the ducks by the riverside. All that water in front of her kept reminding the Queen of her own river of urine that was building up inside her bladder, and she longed to get back to her chambers to piss, but she did not let it show to Lady Melissa even once, at least that much dignity she had.
By the time they returned to the castle, it was time for supper and the Queen still wasn’t desperate. Her bladder was just bloating up under her dress, but she was paying it no mind at all, engrossed in greeting and talking with the guests who had come to see her and the King from far and wide, lesser Lords and Ladies and Knights sworn to her father’s bannermen. The Queen’s evening was laden with beers with the Lords and wines with the Ladies, she did not check at the drinks she was having and even went for a fair amount of mead.
When the feast was finally over, the Queen and Little Farlen headed back to their room. “Finally, the Queen has to piss” she said as she got in and closed the door behind her, “What a long day it was,” and with those words, Queen Charlotte started to walk towards the privy.
“Oh, my beautiful Queen,” Farlen said, “Where are you going?”
“To use the privy, if my Lord would be gracious enough to permit me,” she teased him as she made her way.
“I don’t think you need to use the privy, Your Highness,” the boy said giggling, “I think you can hold it.”
“Oh, but the Queen may perhaps take a leak now,” she said, continuing on her way.
“But could you please hold it? I don’t want you to go just yet” the boy pleaded.
She stopped at her track, “And in return what do I get, my Lord?” Charlotte smiled at him, though she was a bit taken aback by his words. She had thought the game to be long over; it was a surprise to her that Farlen was still at it.
“Well you could have one of the lemon cakes Nurse Gwendolynn packed for me,” Farlen offered innocently.
“A lemon cake and all I have to do is not pee? I am in every time!” she said, though she had never liked lemon cakes that much, she accepted the boy’s offer hoping it would make him happy. She changed inside the dressing room and put on a simpler dress, comfortable for sleeping.
“My Queen, are you sure you won’t wet the bed tonight?” Little Farlen teased Her Highness, “You haven’t gone all day, not since this morning before we left.”
“The Little Lord need not worry” Charlotte smirked proudly, by now, the Queen had been without a privy for over twenty hours, despite trying to go on many occasions, “The Queen has a big bladder and she can hold her waters well” she told him. She was calm and composed as ever and still showed no signs of needing to take a wee besides her inflated bladder region. Farlen shrugged and then they both climbed the bed and went to sleep. |
Day-II
A Bedtime Tale
The next morning when Farlen woke up, he did not find the Queen next to him on the bed. Maybe she had woken up earlier to use the privy? But on inspection, he found the privy empty. Lord Farlen rushed to the great hall to find the Queen, though Nurse Gwendolynn tried to stop him and get him dressed first, Little Farlen did not listen to her for once and the nurse had to force the boy to change out of his robes and into a dress fit for meeting the Queen and her hosts. When he reached the hall, he found the Queen having her morning tea with Lady Melissa and Lord Peter Hornwood. The King was not there, which told Farlen that it was still not the time for breakfast.
“Oh, you’re up, my Lord” Charlotte greeted him, “Come and join us for some tea.”
Lord Peter and Lady Melissa smiled at him welcomingly and asked the servants to get the boy some pie and orange juice. He ate slowly, all the while trying to figure out if the Queen had any relief this morning as her stomach was hidden well by the table, but he only got his answer when they all stood up to leave after the tea. The massive bulge in her stomach told Farlen that Charlotte had still not emptied her vessel. The boy was amazed by how much her bladder had swollen up in the course of the night.
The Queen and Lord Farlen then walked back to their chambers and Charlotte was beginning to feel the effects from the liters of water and all the tea she had after she woke up, though she did not care to reveal this to Farlen, as she wished to keep the contents of her bladder just to herself.
“So, my lord?” she said as they entered their room, “May I use the privy now?”
“Not yet, my Queen” Farlen said, “I am just starting to enjoy this game.”
“Oh, is it so?” Charlotte asked, “You remember you promised to be nice to me, right?”
“I will be, I promise” Farlen smiled, trying to look like a boy playing a game with her and not intent on bladder torture.
Fortunately, the Queen had a good bladder control, enough to be able to put up with his demands. The hours went by and Queen Charlotte drank plenty more water, wine and tea throughout the day, letting it all rush into her cavernous vessel.
When it was dark, Farlen heard the creaking noise of the door as the Queen returned to the chambers. “Oh good, you’re still awake!” Charlotte said as she entered the chambers and closed the door, “I was going to see if you wanted me to read for you from the ‘Tale of the Twelve Kingdoms’ before bedtime? I found it on the bookshelf in Lady Melissa’s chambers. It was my favorite book when I was younger, it had stories of all the Kings and Queens, from Argilac the Unworthy to Eleanor the Glorious and also of the dangerous beasts that once roamed these lands.”
Farlen agreed, of course, he liked stories and as he sat up on the bed, Her Highness said, “But there is something I want from you in return for reading to you.”
“And what would that be, my gracious Queen?” Farlen asked.
“You’ll let me use the privy before I start the story. That way we both get what we want,” she said, “A good piss for me and a good story for you!”
“Oh, but my Queen, I’m sure I’m enjoying your hold more than I would ever enjoy a story” Farlen smiled wickedly, “So, it’s alright if you if decide not to read to me.”
“Oh, my Lord but you don’t know” she yowled, “I had so much to drink today” she added, pressing her thighs.
“Well, I may think of letting you go if you read to me first.”
“You know, the story is supposed to be really long. Do you really expect me to stay and read the whole thing to you without a trip to the privy first?”
Farlen reddened in the face a little, unsure if she was still playing along or looking to end the game. “You can make it, can’t you?” he squeaked out, embarrassed that she’d caught him overstepping his bounds. But to his surprise, she gave him a smile and replied, “Well I am a grown lady, my Lord and I can control my bladder as long as I wish too.”
Relieved at just how relaxed with her answer she was, Farlen told her, “Alright then, I think you can make it through the story without going first.”
She smiled and began reading to him. Charlotte went through a pot of black tea she had asked the servants to bring for her as she read to the boy and after a few cups, she started to feel it flowing into her already occupied bladder. It was late at night when she finished reading to him and by then all the tea was gone. It had been almost forty hours since the Queen had taken a piss and she’d drank a lot. Lord Farlen wasn’t holding out much hope of the game continuing past this point, he knew everyone took a wee before bed and though the Queen had been skipping all her privy visits, he knew she certainly would make one tonight.
Though by the looks of it, she still wasn’t conveying the slightest urge of needing to piss, despite all the liquids she’d consumed. The boy’s mind whirred trying to come up with a way to make her hold longer, but then he realized that he needn’t worry about it, because the Queen didn’t mind continuing the game at all.
As the Little Lord slipped into the covers Charlotte asked him, “Now, does the Queen get to use the privy before she goes to sleep? She could sleep better with an empty bladder.”
“But my Queen, do you really need to go now?” Farlen asked, hoping she’d say no.
Her Highness sighed good-naturedly and replied, “I can wait if you’d like me to wait.”
The boy nodded enthusiastically at this, and Queen Charlotte smiled again before she readied herself to take the bed, “But if I wake up and need to go in the middle of the night, I’m waking you up!” It took Farlen a very long time to fall asleep that night. |
Day-III
Monmouth
The next morning Lord Farlen woke up to the sight of a bulging stomach at eye level and he looked up to see the Queen smiling at him, “Looks like the Lord had a good night’s sleep!” she smirked.
“Y-Yes,” he replied, “So…I guess you didn’t wake up during the night, huh?”
“Fortunately your Queen is a very sound sleeper,” she told him, “But I figured it was time to wake you up. The sun is climbing up, and I was just wondering if I was going to get a morning piss today? As you can see (she gestured to her bladder bulging over her dress) it’s going to be quite hard to fit this bladder into any of my corsets today.”
Farlen gulped, then replied, “Can’t you just be without a corset?”
The Queen scoffed at him, “Now how am I supposed to be on the road without a corset? A lady must be dressed properly at all times.”
It was then that it hit him, “Do we leave for Monmouth today?” he asked.
“Yes,” Charlotte replied, “The King has given his command.”
“Well, my Queen,” he began, “I think you can hold it still and I’d be glad if you skipped your morning piss.”
Though this little game was beginning to get on her nerves, the Queen politely agreed, “Alright then, as you wish,” she sighed with a faint smile, “Get ready, we will be on the way soon” she left him alone in the chambers. Farlen was amazed she could even think straight with that bladder bulge.
Her bladder had become very large and it looked like several liters had been added to its volume over the course of the night, such was its distension. The Queen had been holding her waters for over two days, her bladder working continuously to keep her hot piss contained. Farlen was in awe of Her Highness’ ability to wait for so long without giving even a hint of desperation. He dressed with haste and went for his breakfast in the great hall.
The Queen drank two kettles of tea and had a few sliced pieces of fruit for her breakfast. She had already drunk liters of water too in the morning after she woke up, which was now ardently working its way into her swelling bladder.
Farlen saw how much Her Highness had to drink and he couldn’t help but notice how swollen her stomach looked, “My Queen, are you sure you’ll able to hold it till we reach Monmouth?” he asked when he was sure no servant was around them.
At this she smiled, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll need to water a bush on the way.”
Stunned at her response Farlen sat openmouthed, wondering if she actually meant what she had just said. Could she really do that? He reasoned with himself that someone holding a fifty hour bladder would consider almost anything to rid themselves of such a vast, heavy amount of urine, but then Her Highness caught him thinking and laughed, “Haha, don’t worry, my sweet,” she winked, “The royal bladder is cast-iron, it can easily hold all that I drink but most of all, a lady of nobility is not supposed to make waters anywhere but a privy. I’ll piss only after we reach Monmouth.”
“If you ever need to piss, that is,” Farlen couldn’t help but add with a grin.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m building up quite the gusher in here,” Her Highness bragged, rubbing her distended bladder. With that, she left him to meet and thank Lord Hornwood, his guests and members of the hall, who had joined them for breakfast, walking around the great hall pretty well for someone with a near watermelon-sized bladder. It was like a vault on lockdown, holding her liters and liters of urine.
Soon they waved their goodbyes and the Queen began working on a skin of water to go on top of her fifty-hour bladder shortly after they had taken the road. Her calmness was mesmerizing to Farlen, as the Queen continued showing no signs of desperation while sucking down her large drink, on top of everything else she’d already consumed.
With well over fifty-four hours since her bladder had been emptied, Charlotte was still behaving normally, even sitting normally, despite the large bulge resting in her abdomen. She was completely ignorant of her swelling organ.
When they stopped in the woods to rest, everyone made sure to relieve themselves behind the bushes, everyone except for the Queen who stayed back in her carriage, and while she waited, Charlotte asked Elizabeth to pour for her from the flask of wine. Soon half of it was gone and the Queen just sat looking out of the window of her coach while waiting for the others to get ready to leave.
“So how do you feel, my Queen?” Farlen said as soon as he came back.
“Nothing different, my Lord” she replied, “Though I just had a flask of wine.”
“My Lady! Does your bladder ever fill?” the boy asked awe-stuck, surprised that the Queen Mother still wasn’t desperate.
Charlotte laughed at the boy’s words, “I’m getting there, that’s for sure. All that wine is soon going to make me want to go.”
“Is it getting bad? You don’t show it at all” he stated.
“Well, I’m certainly not holding a tinkle! But I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me. All those long council meetings have trained me well,” Charlotte told him. They were on their way shortly after.
The dusk soon drew in, and the bulge in the Queen’s abdomen had become astonishing in its size. She had grown sore from riding in the damned wooden box all day but to her great respite, Sir Hendrick of the scouting party told the Kingsguard of an inn up ahead on the road.
The warm yellow light spilling from its windows looked so inviting that the King could not pass it by without having a good meal to satisfy his stomach and soul. At this hour, they would have expected the inn to be crowded, but when King Iwan entered along with his guards, followed by his mother, Lord Farlen, Nurse Gwendolynn, and Elizabeth, they found the common room empty. A young lordling in a fine damask mantle was passed out at one table, snoring softly into a pool of spilled wine. Otherwise there was no one. They looked around uncertainly until an old, stout, petite, round-faced woman emerged from the kitchens and said, “Sit where you like, my lord. Is it ale you want, or food?”
“Both.” King Iwan took a chair by the window and Charlotte joined him, along with Farlen and the ladies.
“There’s good lamb, roasted with a crust of herbs, and some ducks my son shot down, trout too if you say. What will you have?”
“All of it” answered the King. The woman nodded with a smile and went in to draw tankards of ale and brought it to the table.
“Will you want a room for the night as well?”
“No,” Charlotte answered, “Some food, some ale, and it’s on to Monmouth for us. How much farther is it?”
“A few more hours on the eastern road” the woman said, “Bear north when the road forks at the burned mill.”
Soon the food was served. The lamb was as good as any they had ever eaten, and the duck was even better, cooked with cherries and lemons and not near as greasy as most. The innkeeper brought buttered pease as well, and oaten bread still hot from her oven. This is a meal fit for the King, Iwan told himself as he sucked the last bit of meat off the bone. Good food, and ale, all that he could ever wish for.
The other’s enjoyed the food as well. The Nurse’s big hands tore apart a heel of black bread and had it with the spicy lamb meat while Elizabeth used the bread to sop up some of the bacon grease the trout had been fried in. The Queen refrained from eating anything but a few cherries with a couple tankards of beer. Farlen was sure that after all this liquid, the Queen was brewing her own beer inside her bladder. Even a horse wouldn’t have been able to wait as long as she had, and Charlotte made it look like it was nothing.
When they were done, Sir Mandon of the Kingsguard paid the woman with a silver coin and got back a fistful of coppers. It was dark by when they resumed their journey and the Queen felt rippling jolts of warm piss inside her bladder as her carriage went over rocks and potholes.
They were now entering the lands that once belonged to their enemies, the Daltons. The Golden Lands were a place of rugged hills and rolling plains, of misty dales, a place of blue lakes and sparkling rivers and fertile fields, of broadleaf forests that had the game of every sort, where the wooded hills nursed labyrinthine caves that wended their way through darkness to reveal unimaginable wonders and vast treasures deep beneath the earth. These were rich lands, temperate and fruitful, shielded by high hills to the east and south and the endless cold shivering winds from the north. Once the sorcerers and witches made their homes in the woods, whilst giants dwelt amongst the hills, where their bones could still be found.
Charlotte still remembered, her father Lord Merek had first told her of his wish to betroth her to Ronald, Lord Reynard Dalton’s eldest son when she was no older than six or seven, though he told her never to speak of it until a betrothal was officially announced.Charlotte remembered drawing a picture of her and Ronald on the wall of her chambers in Longford, once, though she claimed it was King Henry and his wife, Queen Cicely, when her mother had discovered it.
It was only after many years that Charlotte learned from her mother that her father had proposed the betrothal to Lord Reynard Dalton, but he refused Charlotte as a bride for his son and heir.
She smiled faintly, looking out of the window into the growing dark.
Their ride went on for another hour and it was almost time for supper when they reached Monmouth, the seat of House Corington. The castle was ruled by Lord Philip Corington, whose father, Lord Samuel had once been a councilor to King Henry and then to her husband, King Owain. The castle of Monmouth was nowhere as big as Tilsworth, but it sure was strong. The King and Queen Mother were welcomed with bread and salt into the fort that felt much warmer than the cold forest they had ridden through.
House Corington was once a vassal to House Dalton of Dunstanburg, and Lord Philip and Queen Charlotte had been on the opposite sides during the Great War. He had lost his only son that day and the wound was still fresh as if it all happened just yesterday.
“Seven years” he said as he welcomed the Queen, “Seven years have passed since that fateful day, yet today we stand here as allies, let me welcome you to our home, my King and Queen Mother” he bowed and brought their hands to his brow.
The Queen really had to use the privy now but she acted indifferent before them. She could not let anyone know that between her thighs she was nursing a bladder carrying her sixty hours worth of urine.
The tired Queen and Lord Farlen were guided to the chambers by the servants and Charlotte was almost ready to take a big piss, but as she began to walk towards the privy, ready to push its door aside, the Little Lord spoke out, “My Queen, don’t you remember? No wee for you!”
“Oh, but why?!” she turned around, the frustration evident on her face, “I have been holding it for so long!”
“Oh, but alas, you won’t get to take one!” he laughed.
“If I tell the guards that you won’t let me visit the privy, they’ll surely punish you for troubling me,” she said.
“But you won’t do that!” Farlen said, “It is not good manners for a lady to talk of the privy.”
“You know that I haven’t made water in days and my bladder is continuously swelling, it is time to give it some rest,” Charlotte said, “You’ve had your fun, now I must make waters and feel comfortable again.”
“Why, is it because my Queen fears she would wet the bed tonight?” Farlen teased her.
That was it. Charlotte took it as a slight; she couldn’t believe that a mere boy of ten would have the guts to question her holding prowess, “Absolutely not! I am the Queen of the twelve kingdoms and I can hold my waters as long as I wish to!”
“Well then, I am sure it won’t bother you to hold your piss longer,” Farlen squeaked, “I was just starting to enjoy the game!”
“Well boy, a Queen pees on her own accord,” Charlotte said, clearly stating her intent.
“Should I take this argument as a sign that you are busting to visit the privy?” Farlen said, “Isn’t it, Your Highness?”
“You simple boy, you will talk to me with respect! The royal bladder is cast iron, it does not break” she stated firmly, “I rode a horse while holding on to a bladder far fuller than I have now. No amount of piss is enough to make me desperate; do you get me you little brick headed lad?”
“Then please don’t go to the privy yet, my Queen” he pleaded, “Please, I pray to you! I am really enjoying it!”
“Fine!” Charlotte announced, “But make sure you never challenge me that way again.”
“Yes, my Queen” Farlen nodded and they both left for the supper. Lord Corington had laid a lavish feast for King Iwan and his mother and everyone ate to the health of their new King, everyone except Charlotte who drank down almost a tankard of beer and another of mead, sending rippling waves of urine into her bladder. She ignored her bladder’s signals, simply because she knew she didn’t need to care about it. The fatigue from the journey had taken upon her and she drifted to sleep as soon they reached back to their chambers after the feast. |
Day-IV
The Market
The next morning, Lord Farlen woke up to the cold breeze and the sounds of the birds chirping on the window. He got up and saw the Queen lying right next to him, the bulge of her seriously full bladder mounding under the covers to make her belly a rounded hill.
Farlen looked on in disbelief, Queen Charlotte had not peed in over eighty hours and she was sound asleep like a log, her bladder a vault on complete lockdown. It was more exciting for him for the simple fact that the Queen had absolutely no problem putting up with his absurd demand even while she was asleep.
Soon she woke up and Farlen wondered if she would make her way to the privy now, as he was sure the Queen must be desperate, but to his amazement, Charlotte simply got up and readied herself for the day by changing her clothes in the dressing room, before neatly tending to her silky brunette hair and a slight touch of powder made of ground lily roots on her cheeks, wearing a glowing brightness on her face as she came out.
Now that she was ready, there was one last thing she needed to do before she stepped out of the room, “Lord Farlen” she began, “When I was younger, my father and mother always told me to pee before I stepped out of the castle, they said it was good manners.”
“Ay, my Queen” Farlen giggled, “I too make sure to empty myself before I go out to play or before I go for a ride on my palfrey.”
“Well then, isn’t it fair that I should pee before I step out?” she asked, feeling all the urine squish squashing inside her bladder as she stood with fists on her hips.
“But my Queen, wasn’t it only last night that you said you could hold on as long as you wish to?” Farlen responded with an innocent smile, “And I believe that to be true. A Queen can hold her waters for long, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Huh” she sighed, “Well then, my Lord, I won’t be able to enjoy the market today!”
“We’re going to a market?” Farlen piped up quickly.
“Yes, we are,” Charlotte said, “Get yourself dressed, my Lord, and meet me in the solar,” she told him.
By this point, Charlotte had consumed her three liters of water that she had asked the servants to bring for her from the castle kitchens and a few grapes.
The Queen while busy in the solar with Lady Margaret Corington, waiting for Farlen to get dressed, drank water and orange juice constantly owing to the heat, and her bladder bulge was now enormous. Lord Farlen lazed around after the breakfast, at which point Charlotte sent a handmaiden to inform him that they should be leaving for the market. It took them almost half an hour to get there in the horse-drawn carriage, guarded by Kingsguards and lancemen on the back and front.
Hundreds of merchants and traders were unloading their goods and setting up in stalls when they arrived, yet even so the great market seemed quiet and deserted compared to the crowded marketplace in the capital. Charlotte liked the strangeness of the market place here too, with all its queer sights and sounds and smells. The place had spices brought in from the Arabian lands, sesame, saffron, blackpepper, pimento, turmeric, garlic, cumin, cinnamon, parsley, coriander and sumac.
Pomegranates, dates, figs, oranges, citruses, watermelons, cantaloupes, honeydew melons, grapes, peaches, and nectarines were displayed on the fruit stalls stacked neatly in rows for the buyers to pick. Lord Farlen had never seen such a colorful sight in all his life, though he had visited the market in the capital, this place had a weird sense of closeness that made him feel as if he belonged here. Charlotte bought a handful of peanuts, pistachios, almonds, pine nuts, raisins and walnuts and started nibbling on them, she loved dry fruits. As she ate, the Queen and Lord Farlen watched a painted wooden knight battle a painted wooden dragon, all the while as Charlotte felt the water streaming into her already working bladder. Though she was paying it no mind at all, somewhere in the back of her head, Charlotte was aware that the amount in her bladder was slowly increasing but she didn’t bother much.
The puppeteer who worked the dragon was good to watch; a handsome man with a sharp nose and a perfect jaw. He was built well and had rich golden hair, Charlotte liked his face and the way his fingers made the dragon snap and slither at the end of its strings. She asked Sir Mandon to reward the puppeteer with a pouch of silver before she moved on to the next stall.
The market was opened only two days in a week, on Saturn’s Day and Sun’s Day. On weekdays the meadow served as a commons for the folk of the town across the river, but on weekends, it transformed completely. A second town made of silk instead of stone, larger and fairer than its counterpart came up on the grasses.
The sounds of song and laughter drifted across the market. Dozens of merchants had erected their stalls along the edge of the field, selling felts and fruits, belts, boots, hides and hawks, earthenware, gemstones, pewterwork, feathers, traditional medicines made of powdered deer bones, dried seahorses and snakes, and curing potions prepared with monkshood, birthworts, dioscorea roots and chrysanthemum flowers.
The smell of sausages sizzling over a smoky fire, was in the air. Under that Charlotte smelled the heady sweet perfumes of Greece. Behind one stall an armorer displayed steel breastplates worked with gold and silver in ornate patterns, and helms hammered in the shapes of magnificent beasts. Next to him was a young woman selling gold rings and brooches and chains. A sword maker was hawking cheap steel blades, a shirt of fine chain mail and a pair of lobstered steel gauntlets displayed on the table before him.
“When I was a little girl, I loved to visit the market near Longford with my father,” Charlotte told Farlen as they wandered down the shady aisle between the stalls. It felt so lively after the long boring rides in the past few days. All the people were shouting and laughing, so many wonderful things to look at... The guards trailed along as Charlotte and Lord Farlen continued their stroll through the market.
“Oh, look,” Lord Farlen exclaimed, “they are making sausages.” He pointed to a stall where an old little woman was grilling meat and onions on a hot firestone. “Yes my lord, they make them with lots of garlic and hot peppers” the Queen told him. Farlen insisted her to join him for a sausage, but the Queen politely declined.
Of course, after he had his fill, the first thing Farlen made the Queen do was to get the largest drinks he could find. Maybe the gracious Queen knew the boy’s real motivation, maybe not, but she didn’t hesitate to agree with him that it was probably the best to battle the growing heat. The Queen drank almost three mugs of honey water from a stall while Farlen drank only one.
Lord Farlen was growing more and more excited with each passing moment, watching the Queen drink so much with no relief at all. The boy was sure Her Highness was feeling the effects of all that liquid stretching her bladder but he was more amazed to see how strong the Queen’s iron control was.
They kept moving from stall to stall and even indulged themselves in a clown show. A birdseller taught a green-and-red parrot to say the Queen’s name, and Charlotte laughed, yet still refused to take him. What would she do with a green-and-red parrot while on a journey from Godswick to Tantallon?
Turning a corner, they came upon a wine merchant offering thimble-sized cups of his wares to the passersby. “Sweet wine,” he cried, “I have sweet wine, from Capua and Florence. Pear brandy, firewine, pepperwine, the gray nectars of Camilard.”
He was a tall and handsome man, his hair brown and neatly tended. When Charlotte paused before his stall, he bowed low. “A taste for the lady? I have a sweet red from Winschester, it sings of plums and cherries and rich dark oak. Would you like to take a cup? One taste, and you will name your child after me” he said, looking at the bulge in her stomach.
Charlotte laughed “I am not with child, dear Sir” she said, placing a hand on her mighty bladder.
Sir Mandon then stepped up beside Charlotte, “You have the honor to address the Queen Charlotte of the House Torrington, widow to the late King Owain of the House Seymour and mother to our King Iwan, The Lord of the Twelve Kingdoms.”
The wine merchant dropped to his knees. “My Queen,” he said, bowing his head.
“Rise,” Charlotte commanded him. “I would still like to taste that wine you spoke of.”
The man bounded to his feet. “That eastern rinse? It is not worthy of Your Highness. I have a dry red from Hertingham, crisp and delicious. Please, let me give you a cask.” The merchant looked through in the back of his stall and produced a small oaken cask. Burned into the wood was a pair of wheat strands. “The Leicester sigil,” he said, pointing, “from Hertingham. There is no drink finer than this.”
“Open it.. I have a thirst.” Charlotte commanded. She sipped it from a cup and liked the taste.
“I will have it in my leisure time. Take this back to my coach, if you’d be so kind.” The wine seller beamed as the guards hefted the cask. She asked Sir Mandon to pay him and they moved on.
The Queen was walking with a hand on her bladder, and her demeanor had shifted ever so slightly. She was still attempting to come off as normal and calm, but clearly, her protruding bladder was making that pretense very difficult.
Farlen was going weak in the knees just imagining how much more liquid was currently working its way through her body, and her bulging bladder looked like it could scarcely take anymore.
Still, the little Lord reminded himself of Queen Charlotte’s holding prowess and phenomenal bladder control. His thoughts of her prodigious iron bladder seemed to be confirmed when she stopped at a stall that served mead and asked for a mug. In another half hour, that drink was also done, and it became clear that the Queen was making a point to keep moving at all times, refusing to stand at a stall.
Her bladder must be getting out of hand, Farlen thought. And no wonder, as she’d been holding in her waters for eighty-six hours now! Finally, she spoke up about her condition, after having to curtsey for a second to keep control. “Dear, you won’t believe how much I am holding right now! I have had so much to drink today” she said, “I think we must head back to the castle, I need to use the privy.”
True to his nature, the little Lord began employing delaying tactics. “Of course my Queen, but didn’t you say you wanted to taste the sweet mare’s milk they were serving at the stall beside the armorer’s? Come on, let’s do that first. I’m getting pretty thirsty! You can wait that long, can’t you?” Again he saw that telltale grimace, but Queen Charlotte nodded and replied, “Alright, if you’re really that thirsty. Your enjoyment does come first, after all. But then we really must head back to Monmouth, ok?” He agreed to her bargain, and in another minute their mugs were brimming with the sweet milk. Of course, the Little Lord had no intention of letting the Queen get to use the privy if he could help it, and for the next two hours, he managed to do just that! He just HAD to go to that stall and see what they were selling, and they HAD to see what the magician was up to, and they HAD to see the exquisite animal furs bought in from faraway lands. To his surprise, Queen Charlotte refused to put her bladder’s demands above his own, though he could tell that she was beginning to get distracted.
Finally, it was dusk, meaning the Queen had been holding back her load of wee completely at the little Lord’s whim for eighty-eight hours. Of course she then had to halt for a second in minor bladder agony, but her iron control paid off once again and she regained her decorum. As she sucked down the last of her refill of sweet milk, Queen Charlotte looked at him with a mixture of guilt and concern before she told him, “I’m afraid my bladder’s getting too out of hand to be here much longer. I think we should start for the castle now. Forgive me, my Lord, on any other day, I’d have been fine with an all day outing, but with this game we’ve been playing, I haven’t gotten to take a piss in so long! As you can see (she gestured to her swollen front) I really do have to let this out.”
Farlen realized how serious she was about relieving herself, and so he upped the ante, and went into full on moping, “Do you haaave to? I’ve had so much fun!”
He went on and on in his last ditch effort, and Queen Charlotte seemed to cave and said, “Oh my sweet, don’t worry, we can keep playing this game. We can play it as much as you like! Really! But I’m just filling up really fast now. We’ll have to go back to the castle then. Is that ok?” Farlen gave her a nod but kept his head down as much as possible, wanting to portray a kid who was still slightly unhappy instead of revealing to her how ecstatic he was that he’d managed to convince her to resist the privy yet again.They got in the carriage and began the ride back to Monmouth. The Queen’s bladder bulged so much that it was difficult for her to sit straight up, and, looking closely, Farlen saw that her bladder was bulging far more than it had been in the morning! Queen Charlotte was clearly counting on getting to the castle quickly, as she kept looking out of the carriage window, rubbing her abdomen with one hand while holding the edge of the seat with the other.
They arrived back at Monmouth when it was dark, and Queen Charlotte groaned, “Thank goodness! It was good we left when we did! I don’t think I could have walked around in such a state.” She stepped out of the carriage with utmost grace and stood talking to Lord Corington in the courtyard who had come to welcome her after her day out.
And as Lord Farlen, Elizabeth, Sir Mandon and Nurse Gwendolynn waited for the Queen to finish her talk with the Lord of Monmouth, Farlen giggled at the thought that none of them had any clue how full the Queen’s bladder was right now and how she hadn’t taken a single piss in so long. Of course the Queen’s face showed nothing but her regal highness and grace and pious but inside of it, Farlen knew she was hiding the efforts of holding on to a massive filling tank between her hips.When they got back to the chambers, Queen Charlotte began walking with awkwardness, shuffling steps in the direction of the privy. “Where are you going, my Queen?” Farlen asked her innocently, catching up with her.
“Oh dear, I’m just going to the privy now. It’s been so long since I had a pee” she replied, continuing on.
“Wait,” Farlen said, trying to position himself between her and the oncoming privy door, “Didn’t you say you’ll hold it when we were leaving the market?”
“Ah, yes” she sighed, “I did, but I think, I should empty myself now. So, my Lord, would you be kind enough to step aside and let your Queen visit the privy?”
Farlen smiled, “I think my Queen will hold it for now.”
“Oh, but…” she sighed, “I’ve had so much to drink!”
“I know my Queen, but I know you can hold it still.”
“Well fine, if that makes my Lord happy” Charlotte said, “But I would have thanked you and given you a sweet if you would have let me go.”
“Well, I beg your pardons, my Queen” he smiled, “But you don’t have the permission.”
“Alright-alright” Charlotte shrugged, feeling a bit disappointed at coming so close to the relief and yet not getting the chance to have it. They went down to the great hall for the dinner, where Queen Charlotte had half a dozen mugs of beer, all adding to the weight in her bladder while she slept that night. |
Day-V
The Wicked Game
The next morning, little Lord Farlen woke up to the snoring Queen, who slept as if she wouldn’t wake up for a week, not at all bothered about her bladder that had filled incredibly by now.
Farlen was amazed that Her Highness could contain such a storm in her bladder with such ease; her vessel was truly made of iron! He gently rubbed his hand over the Queen’s colossal bladder bulge and when he pressed on it, she suddenly stopped snoring, “What do you think you are doing, my Lord? Pressing on my bladder like that, don’t you know how much is in there? Don’t press on it!”
Startled, Lord Farlen pulled his hand back, not wanting to upset Her Highness any further and that was all Queen Charlotte could manage before her eyes shut down and she drifted back to sleep.
As far as he remembered, the Queen had never appeared desperate to rid herself of her long-held waters, even yesterday when she was walking around in the market. And it made Farlen sick with curiosity. He had to know the limit of Queen Charlotte’s bladder! It had become too much for the young boy. Regardless of the consequences, he had to know. And so he decided to take the game further.
Lord Farlen waited for the servant girl to come with the Queen’s morning tea, and when she left after placing the pot on the table near the window, he quickly set to work. The little lord quietly tiptoed to the pot, making sure not to wake the Queen up and pulled out a little pouch he had bought yesterday at the market when Her Highness wasn’t looking. He gave a glance to the Queen who was still fast asleep, then quickly opened the pot lid to pour half of the powder into it from the pouch. The powder from the crushed seeds of the Alihotsy plant.
Several months earlier, Mæjester Orthus at castle Herstmonceux had prescribed Lady Susan, Lord Farlen’s mother, some weeing powder to help her with a water retention problem following a bout of flu. According to what he had heard Orthus tell his mother, this powder worked by exciting the discharge of urine. Of course, Farlen knew, one should not give such a powder to people for whom they are not advised, but he couldn't see the harm in surreptitiously mixing it in the Queen’s tea to promote excessive urinary excretion.
Lord Farlen quietly waited for the Queen to rise from her slumber, now that he had executed the first step of his plan. Soon Charlotte woke up and got ready, they were to leave for Brackenburgh today and she knew she didn’t have much time in her hands. After she was dressed, Queen Charlotte drank her routine liters of morning water before coming to the table to have her tea. Farlen looked intently as she poured from the pot to the cup, vapors of steam rising from the hot tea. The Queen soon emptied her first cup and then started working on a second as she watched through the window and saw the archers practicing with their bows and arrows in the yard.
Farlen was almost sweating with anticipation for the day to come, and couldn’t believe his plan had come together so easily, and without any sort of a hitch. Could the iron bladdered Queen wait until they reached Brackenburgh with the powerful weeing powder making her kidneys pump ever-more liquid into her expansive bladder, or would she finally crack under the strain and take a piss while on the road? Lord Farlen honestly didn’t know, but he couldn’t wait to find out.
They entered the horse driven carriage after King Iwan and Charlotte had given thanks to Lord Corington and his Lady wife for being such generous hosts, and soon the royal entourage was on its way again.
As they began their journey, the little Lord made sure to get a lasting glance at the Queen’s midsection, to get a baseline to note her bladder’s progress throughout the day. It was bulging out immensely already, but Farlen knew it was just the beginning. Their day continued as normal for a while, with Queen Charlotte gulping down two skins of water within a few hours of leaving Monmouth, and a flask of red wine by when the sun had begun to climb up. Soon the thirsty Queen had finished a total two liters of water and a flask of red wine, upon all of her morning water and a pot of tea laced with the bladder-pumping weeing powder, and the bulge of her bladder was obvious through her dress now, the corset failing to suppress the swell any longer.
Still, it did not look much larger than what it had been in the morning, and the Queen was obviously showing no signs of having a problem holding her pee. Lord Farlen was getting disheartened. Perhaps the powder hadn’t affected the Queen’s bladder at all. But as the hours progressed, it became clear that this was not the case. Queen Charlotte’s bladder began swelling at an astounding rate as the sun rose and noon came and went, and as the entourage stopped for lunch at an inn on the way, Lord Farlen couldn’t help but notice that Queen Charlotte’s bladder seemed to have grown abnormally large. The iron Queen had shown no signs of the urge while they rode in the carriage, but once out and making her way to the small inn, she finally commented, “Oh dear, all that water, and wine really went through me today! Feels like I’ve drunk twice as much as every day!”
True to herself, Queen Charlotte ordered a large mug of beer while at the inn and began drinking it slowly. Lord Farlen marveled at the fact that she would still do that despite her growing need to pass her hot waters. When they had finished, the Queen put her empty mug down and patted her stiff, firm abdomen, “My lord, what has gotten into me today?”
The King noticed the slight concern in her voice, “What is it, mother? Is there something that bothers you?”
Lord Farlen knew what was exactly bothering Her Highness; her bladder was filling up with piss, adding to the reservoir she already had been containing since the last four days. And the excessive dose of the powder doing its work, the little Lord was sure Her Highness’ bladder would be bursting in a few hours.
“Nothing, my child” Charlotte replied to Iwan, “I just feel tired after all this riding, that’s all.”
“I apologize for the discomfort, mother,” Iwan said, “Just a few days more ride lies ahead of us and then we’ll be at Tantallon.”
“Oh, you don’t need to apologize, my sweet” Charlotte told the young King, “I’m completely fine, just a bit of rest and I will be alright.”
Farlen wondered if Charlotte would be alright. He knew the powder was stretching the walls of her bladder now, she was confused and anxious about what was happening to her. It wouldn’t be a surprise to him if the Queen began to panic soon while they were on the road; he wondered what would she do then? As they walked out of the inn, Lord Farlen whispered lightly, making sure not to be overheard, “My Queen? Do you need to pee really bad?”
Charlotte waved her hand absentmindedly, and said, “No my lord, I’ve been in tough situations before, I’ll be fine. It’s probably just in my head anyway. I haven’t drunk any more than usual. Though I must say, I would have asked the inn keep to lend me a room and a chamber pot to relieve myself if we hadn’t been in such a hurry to leave. Iwan wants to make sure we reach Brackenburgh tonight at any cost.” Lord Farlen nodded in response, and the two made their way back into the carriage.
Soon the sun was drifting over their heads, and by then Lord Farlen thought that the Queen had to be second-guessing her decision not to pee in the inn. Her bladder was absolutely swollen now, the corset straining to contain it. Her Highness hadn’t made mention of her need again since they’d left the inn, but Farlen thought she was sitting much stiffer than before. Her legs were staying close together at all times. He knew a flood was building up inside Charlotte’s strong bladder, but the Queen still gave no sign that she was going to let that flood break free any time soon.
Lord Farlen sat in silence, but Her Highness could not keep her legs still any longer. The boy had to say something, for the tension that was building inside him at the thought of how full Queen Charlotte’s bladder was becoming, was getting to be too much for the young boy to take. “Are you alright, my Queen?” he managed meekly, aiming his gaze at the Queen’s thighs, now in constant motion. “Yes, I’m doing fine my Lord, but a visit to the privy would feel so good right now. I’ve not had to go this bad in a while.”
Lord Farlen was glad that Her Highness was admitting and talking about her need so freely. He knew that though the Queen behaved normally, she was having a tough time coping with the urine pumping into her bladder. Surely the weeing powder was working continuously to fill such a cavernous space.
“The Queen who does not pee,” Farlen stated softly.
Queen Charlotte paused for a moment, then began to laugh, “Hahahahaha, you are something else, my child. Anyway, thank you for the praiseful words!” she continued to laugh until abruptly stopping, squeezing her legs tightly together as she did and wincing in pain. After a few seconds, she recovered and said, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my bladder is filling up really fast today.”
Farlen laughed internally, his plan had worked just as he had thought of. The ride continued, and all the while, the Queen’s bladder did more stretching that it normally did in a day. Farlen was downright amazed by Charlotte’s ability to withstand the pain of her aching organ, as well as to have the muscle control to hold her flood inside, even as it grew in volume with each passing minute.
The Queen’s composure had slowly been whittling away as the evening wore on, her bladder beginning to ache with all the piss stretching its walls further. But much to her respite, they were on the borders of Brackenburgh now.
The royal party streamed through the castle gates of Brackenburgh in a river of gold and silver and polished steel, four hundred strong, a pride of bannermen and knights, of sworn swords and freeriders. Over their heads, a dozen golden banners whipped back and forth in the northern wind, emblazoned with the rampant griffin of House Seymour.
Her Highness stepped out of the carriage, nursing an achingly full bladder that she wanted to relieve in the first privy she could find.
“Oh, my King and Queen Mother! I’m privileged to have you both here. Brackenburgh is yours” Lord Hrodwyn Walmer said aloud as he knelt before them and kissed their hands and Lady Bertha Walmer bowed in courtesy. Suddenly, through the crowd of household of Brackenburgh came running a little girl who Charlotte knew as Aafiya, Lord Walmer and Lady Bertha’s third daughter.
“My Queen!” she cheered gleefully as she rushed towards Charlotte and hugged her tight by the side. The Queen grimaced slightly at the child’s embrace around her swollen piss tank but then forced a smile, putting her hand around Aafiya’s shoulder. During a visit to the capital almost a year ago, Lord Walmer and Aafiya had been guests at the King’s Fort and Charlotte had showered the girl with dolls and dresses. The girl had remembered how sweet Her Highness had been to her and had longed to meet her since the day they left for Brackenburgh.
Though everyone around was laughing looking at Aafiya hugging Queen Charlotte, Her Highness thought her bladder would burst then and there. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when the girl released her.
“My Queen! I’ve knit a scarf for you” she said, “I’ll show it to you after the feast!”
“Sure, my love” Charlotte placed a hand on her bladder. I’d be more grateful if you showed me to a privy.
“Come, the feast awaits you, my King and Queen Mother” Lady Bertha spoke softly and Iwan nodded with a gleeful smile at the mention of food at the end of the day’s long journey. No other words were needed. The Queen began to protest. She wanted to visit her chambers first so she could take a leak that she had been waiting to take for so long. She reasoned that they had been riding since dawn, everyone was tired and cold, surely they should refresh themselves first. The food could wait. But Iwan refused, his hunger too great to take anyone’s notice and she said no more.
As the time passed though, Charlotte fought and regained some control over her pressure to urinate and let it slide to the back of her mind. The feast went on till late at night, and the few beers Her Highness drank through the course rushed into her bladder, “Oh good lord, I really need to take a piss now! I should have gone before the feast!” she told Farlen. He giggled, as after a mere five days without a trip to the privy, it came as no surprise to him that Her Highness needed to piss.
“But I cannot leave until the feast is over now” she added, “It would be rude.”
The Queen soon had to leave her seat to meet Lord Hrodwyn’s folks. The Lords and Ladies swarmed near the King and Queen Mother as Lord Hrodwyn introduced them to his kin. And the little Lord Farlen became so busy relishing the foods and enjoying the songs that he completely forgot about the Queen’s need to urinate. Part of the reason for this was that Her Highness was still not showing even the slightest sign that she was desperate for release. She walked normally, talked normally, and laughed normally, the only difference being that her lower belly was protruding ominously in front of her.
Before they knew it, it was midnight and Lady Walmer asked her servants to show the tired visitors to their chambers. As the Queen and Lord Farlen made their way to the room, she finally whispered of her situation, “I really do have to piss once we get inside!” And that was when it hit the Little Lord – the Queen had been on the weeing powder since morning. Any normal person would have been to the privy over a dozen times by now with such a heavy dose, but the Queen’s bladder had simply kept all of the urine contained. How she had kept it all controlled he did not know. It was absolutely amazing that the powder had completely failed against the Queen’s bladder. She had successfully contained all her urine, though a lot of pressure had built up inside her stretched vessel since morning. Farlen was flabbergasted, he had to admit that Charlotte possibly had the largest bladder in the kingdom. She truly was the Iron Queen!
They entered the chambers at last and Her Highness was finally ready to take a massive piss after a long and tiring hold but Farlen had an evil smirk on his face, he wasn’t going to let the Queen relieve herself yet. As Charlotte walked towards the privy, raising her hand to pull the door open, Farlen spoke up, “So it looks like you are too desperate to continue the game any longer?”
The Queen stopped with her hand on the handle of the privy door, “What?” she turned towards him.
“I know you might be really desperate, my Queen” he said with his head down, “You should pee and feel relaxed again.”
Charlotte could identify the desolation in his tone, she wanted to relieve herself before anything else, but she released her hold on the handle of the privy door and walked back to the boy who now sat on the bed.
“What is it, my child?” she asked, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and wincing in agony as she tried to bend down, putting a good deal of pressure on her already worked bladder, “You look upset.”
“Your Highness, I have always wished to have a Queen who could hold her waters well! But it looks like you too would never be able to fulfill my wish to have an iron bladdered Queen rule over the kingdom, I know you are just a human and you need to wee too, it is alright, maybe I was asking for too much.”
“Oh, no, my dear that is not true at all” Charlotte took a seat next to him, “My bladder is big enough to fulfill your every wish! But I have to admit today was something different! I could literally feel my bladder growing while I was sitting in that carriage! I have never felt it grow so rapidly and while we were in the inn this afternoon, I was seriously considering asking the innkeep for a place to relieve myself. I think something has gotten into me. I was just looking forward to relieving myself today so maybe we can start the game again tomorrow, I just hoped to give my bladder some rest after the excessive strain it has taken today.”
“Oh but I want to continue the game like this” Farlen demanded, “I hope you will be alright with it?”
“Yes, it won’t be a problem sweetheart, now stop being upset and go to sleep, I will hold it” she smiled, hiding the ache, and Farlen went to sleep with a sweet smile on his face. |
Day-VI
The Goose Faire
Early in the next morning, the royal party left for Boarstall Tower, their last stop before Tantallon. It was going to be a day-long ride from here and the King had decided to make a halt at the village of Plymouth for the night.
The wooden carriage drew on the stony road, sending waves of urine crashing against the walls of the Queen’s yet unrelieved bladder that ached like never before. The effects of the weeing powder had worn and though not desperate, she did have to pee a lot, with the liters of morning water only adding to her trouble.
It had only been a few hours since they had left Brackenburgh when the royal party came across a faire. The Goose faire was held on the grounds of Lenton Priory, a local monastic house, the largest and the wealthiest monastery in the meager settlement of Boddinghamshire. The King had always wanted to visit a faire in the country, thus he ordered his men to hold the travel for a while and enjoy themselves, a decision that obviously made his mother upset but she did not argue.
The King, Queen Mother, and Farlen entered the faire surrounded by the Kingsguard knights holding the royal banners to let everyone know who was coming. There were stalls till the far end of the ground. Bedders selling mattresses stuffed with feathers or wool, fishermen calling the names of freshly caught herring, salmon, whiting, turbot, plaice, cod and trout. Charlotte heard a mercer call out loudly to the passersby in a bid to show them the silken, linen and fustian clothes he had in store. A skinner selling pelts and animal furs caught the Queen’s notice. He had furs made of bear, wolf, fox skin and others, rich, smooth and warm. Her Highness went through his collection to take her mind off her immense need to piss, and bought one made of ermine as a gift for herself.
Alongside the clammer, mayhem and noise; the bright silks and smoke from fires; the air was thick with the smell of fish, animal hides and flesh, spices and fruits. Peddlers were carrying big brass flasks on their back, selling a sweet tasting Şerbeti drink made of licorice. Stallholders rubbed shoulders in the faire lanes with liquor sellers, ne'er-do-wells, outlaws, friars and clergymen, bear-beaters, mummers, dancers and musicians. There were other stalls too, drapers selling everything starting from smocks, hoses, kirtles, gowns and bras to belts, surcoats, girdles, capes, hoods and bonnets. And cookeries had it all from brioches to bread to fish sausages.
They all seemed to enjoy the faire, but after half an hour, both Lord Farlen and Queen Charlotte began to feel thirsty, “My Queen, come let’s go to that stall, we might get something to drink there,” he said, tugging her by the arm. She followed the boy to the stall where a paunchy man with a thick mustache welcomed them with a smile, “Would you be kind enough to hand me a drink, good Sir?” Farlen said.
“Sure at once!” the man said as he dipped the wooden ladle into the large drum kept inside his stall and poured a tumbler full of the thick, white, slightly fermented millet drink before sprinkling a bit of cinnamon on top and handing it to Farlen. The boy took a sip and a wide smile ran across his face as he bought the tumbler away from his mouth, he loved the sweet & sourly taste of it! The Queen too was feeling the thirst climb up her throat, thus she had Farlen come along with her to the stand where a fat balding man was serving beer.
“Which drink is your largest?” she asked the man.
“Tank of steel, my lady – as many refills as you can have – for five coppers.”
“I’ll have it,” Charlotte told him. He scratched his head and said, “Ay, my lady. But are you sure? It’s a really bad deal. No one ever finishes it and gets more drinks aye. Maybe have a usual tankard instead.”
“No my friend, a tankard of steel would be enough, I think I’ll be able to drink my thirst down from it.”
Farlen was amazed to see the confident Queen unfazed by the condition of her bladder, “My Queen, are you sure you’ll be able to handle all that beer?”
"I can always handle another beer regardless of what my bladder tells me, my Lord" she whispered "You'd like that if I had yet another beer without peeing first, wouldn't you?" she winked and the boy’s face lit up in response.
Farlen was happy with how the things were progressing; knowing the big drink would help his cause of stretching the Queen’s bladder even further. He began to get confident that the Queen wouldn’t even make it through the afternoon if the drink was as large as it was claimed, owing to the fact that Her Highness had not relieved herself for the past five days and her bladder ought to be tired after the strain it took the day before.
The drink wasn’t big as he had expected, it was bigger. The tankard of steel was absolutely enormous. It had to be two liters in volume, filled to the top with the Queen’s favorite drink, beer. Though the tankard was big, the Queen lifted it with one hand as they walked away.
They enjoyed themselves watching a juggler doing his tricks and stilt walkers strolling around. Puppeteers and magicians wandered among the crowds plying their trades... as did the whores and cutpurses. By the afternoon the Queen had downed over half her ridiculous beer, and though Lord Farlen had just a lemonade, he was feeling the urge to pee.
He told the Queen about his dilemma and she said, “Oh, please go ahead and relieve yourself, my Lord.”
The little Lord made waters behind some bushes while Charlotte patiently waited for him at one of the stalls, and when he returned the Queen was still sipping from the tankard, standing defiantly with her legs apart, “My Queen, I wonder if you need to pee too? You have not relieved herself in a long time.”
“Yes, my Lord” she smiled, bringing the tankard away from her mouth, “A visit to the privy would take away all this weight I have been carrying in my bladder but I can hold it for now. Don’t be bothered about my need, I am much better than yesterday.”
As they wandered around in the faire, Queen Charlotte and Lord Farlen came across a sweet shop that smelled like roses and honey. It had many sweets kept neatly on the display with a small dish of burning basil leaves kept nearby to ward of the flies.
The shopkeeper invited them with a warm smile, gesturing towards the display of several sweets, Baklava made from a simple combination of crispy pastry with chopped nuts soaked in a sweet sticky syrup, chicken desserts made from the boiled chicken strips ground into fine powder, puddings made with a mixture of grains, fresh and dried fruits as well as nuts, slices of kunefe made with a mixture of soft cheese, shredded dough, sugar, and water with a healthy sprinkling of crushed pistachios and other nuts on top, and the Turkish delight that had always been the Queen’s favorite, there was an ample variety to choose from.
Their mouths began to water and they enjoyed the kunefe as the man served it to them warm while the cheese in it was still gooey and stringy. Lord Farlen licked his fingers after he had his share and soon they moved on to the other attractions.
They seemed to enjoy themselves at the faire but as the afternoon progressed, Lord Farlen met with a shock. The Queen had emptied the huge tankard of beer! She had done it. Wiping a bit from her lips, Queen Charlotte smiled and graciously asked Sir Mandon to get her a refill. The man at the stall was shocked that the slim and beautiful Queen could possibly finish the drink, yet he was more than happy to give the Kingsguard new beer for her.
Farlen smiled incredulously at Charlotte who was least bothered about the condition of her bladder and was using its capacity to the fullest. But as the time passed, Farlen noticed the Queen was trailing behind him as they moved around the faire. “My Queen, what’s keeping you?” he asked as he turned and saw that she was clenching her thighs together briefly, the clothe of her skirts pressed between her legs. It was clear that the beer was finally starting to affect even her mammoth bladder. Farlen was sure enough that there was no way her bladder could hold much more! But she straightened herself before he could say anything and gave him another smile. “I am fine, my Lord! My corset is just becoming uncomfortable, so I had to adjust it.”
He smiled back, pretending to believe her lie. However, an hour later he wasn’t so sure if the Queen was telling the truth or not. Despite walking all around the faire, Queen Charlotte had made no comments about her bladder and had not stopped again or shown any signs of bursting.
Her Highness saw the little boy staring and asked what the matter was. “I was going to ask you that!” he replied, “You have drunk so much, I was expecting you to become fidgety, but it seems you really are immune to such needs!”
Queen Charlotte’s face shone with pride as she told him, “To control her needs is the mark of a proper lady, my lord. It is an etiquette we must maintain at all times.”
“I just hope you can keep controlling…I am really enjoying this game,” he muttered, and Charlotte’s next words told of her determination, “Oh yes, my Lord, I told you that I don’t give in to such urges. I am fine and it is just that my bladder needs time to grow.” With that they walked on, Farlen wearing a big smile on his face.
As the dusk spread its wings, he noticed that the Queen’s legs were becoming restless very so often, despite what he presumed were her best efforts to stop them. He said nothing, waiting for nature to take its course. But Her Highness continued to be strong, even with over five days of piss residing in her. The Queen had finished her giant tankard of beer for the second time and she still had not gotten any relief. She walked around, enjoying the stalls as if nothing bothered her.
It was growing dark by when all the stalls at the faire were beginning to wind up for the day, and besides a slight increase in her fidgetiness, the Queen’s desperation had not increased at all. Lord Farlen was amazed that she could resist the urges for so long having drunk so much. And she was still able to make conversation with people after over five days of holding!
The royal party soon took to the road and after riding for a few hours they came across a holdfast that was now used as a guest house for travelers. The King, tired after spending the entire day at the faire, decided to halt for the night.
When Lord Farlen and Queen Charlotte finally retired for the day, she began to fidget with greater urgency under the covers, and at midnight she got up from the bed and went into the privy. Farlen opened his eyes and found the Queen was not in the bed! He was horrified! The Queen had gone to the privy to finally relieve herself! It was too late to stop her now! He was ready to hear the hiss of her wee in the privy hole, but none came to his ears. After mere seconds he also left the bed to go check on Her Highness, and found the iron-bladdered Queen in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth and gums with a rough cloth of linen, with her legs crossed tightly and an expression of concentration on her face. Oh how she must have wanted to piss, the inviting privy hole being right there in front of her! But she did not make a move towards it.
“Oh, my Lord, I thought you were asleep!” she turned to him, still with legs crossed hard. “I have to ask you now, may I please use the privy? I have been fighting off every pressure that has come to me and I really need let it come out.”
Farlen looked at her face. The Queen was desperate after hiding her needs all this time! Surely her bladder would burst if it didn’t get relief soon. The Little Lord could only imagine how it felt, having so much liquid inside but finding no relief! She had resisted valiantly for so long with loads of drinks, but it looked like all of that liquid had caught up to her, yet her fate laid in his hands, and the boy still wasn’t done with her, “My Queen, I thought you said you could resist as long as you wanted to. It’s been just over five days! Are you really ready to give up yet?”
He saw nerves in her eyes, but there was no wavering in her voice as Charlotte responded, “Oh, no, it’s wrong of you to think that. Of course, I can hold longer if you want me to! Just with the privy so close I had a moment of weakness, but it will not happen again! My bladder will have to keep expanding and keep shut.”
Having said her piece, the Queen walked with confident steps out of the privy and lay back on the bed. She went under the covers and her omnipresent bladder mounded over the sheets, and soon they both drifted to sleep.
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Day-VII
A Long Day
Lord Farlen woke up the next morning to the feeling of rustling in the covers. Rubbing his eyes, he discovered the reason for the noise was Queen Charlotte. She was awake, and evidently, her bladder was giving her problems, because she was moving her legs constantly under the covers.
Charlotte opened her eyes and soon noticed that Lord Farlen was awake too, “Oh! You’re up, my Lord! It was such a long night! My bladder has really swollen up when we were sleeping.”
It had been six days since the Queen’s last piss and her bladder was beginning to tremble a bit. Farlen looked at her and realized that she had announced that she was still holding to give him an opening to let her go and finally empty her tank. Though her demeanor was calm and composed, Farlen could tell she was nearing her limits. Or at least, so he thought. So he replied to her, “Oh yes, my Queen, you’re doing great! Let’s see how today goes! Or do you need relief now, with all the day still to come?”
The Queen’s smile faltered for a moment before she told him, “Oh, no, of course, I can last longer. It’s just that the corset becomes a bit uncomfortable while we are on the road. ”
He nodded, “Yes, I could see that. It’s a good thing you can still easily hold off, huh?”
“Erm…yes, of course, my Lord. Easily…” Charlotte said the last word with contempt as if it was the thing causing her all this pain instead of the monstrous amount of piss she was attempting to contain.
They both readied themselves to be on their way to Boarstall Tower. The Queen drank a liter of water, followed by a small jug of orange juice to top it up. The ride was getting painful for Her Highness who could hardly bear her bloating bladder being pounded by the immense amount of urine. Farlen could see that the Queen was now getting desperate for a release, her bladder was fatigued and it needed rest. He saw that she could not stop fanning her legs from time to time and place a hand on her bladder whenever she felt the organ ache.
They stopped at a tavern for lunch and Lord Farlen was once again shocked. He was sure that the strong-willed Queen was desperate to empty her bladder while they were on the road, but now here they were in public, by some monumental effort Queen Charlotte was standing straight up, walking normally, and looking as if she didn’t have a care in the world, much less a bladder that was inching towards an explosion and needed emptying in the worst way.
But the iron bladdered Queen wasn’t the only one who was getting desperate to empty her bladder. Elizabeth too needed to piss pretty badly by now, “My Queen, if you don’t mind, could I be excused but for a moment? I need to g-go ou-out a bit…” she asked, her voice shaking.
Her Highness looked at her, irate, “Whatever it is can wait till we are out of this dingy pile of logs they are calling an inn, now go and sit where you are supposed to, and do not go anywhere without my leave” the Queen commanded and Elizabeth quietly walked back to her place, feeling the fullness of her bladder. She had been foolish enough not to relieve herself on the only halt they had made through the day and now she was regretting it. She could have sneaked out of here and taken a piss in the woods but she didn’t want to risk not being there in case Her Highness called for her. That would definitely rouse the Queen’s wrath and she did not want to make her angry. She just hoped Her Highness would let her pee soon. She was really getting a bit desperate now.
The royal party stayed at the inn till late in the afternoon, and as the time passed Elizabeth couldn’t stop squirming in her seat. Queen Charlotte managed to keep up her façade of normalcy. The Queen even though her bladder was starting to make its presence felt, ordered the innkeep to bring her a beer and she drank till the keg was empty. Farlen couldn’t believe what he was seeing, with a six days full bladder Her Highness was able to talk rationally while sitting with her legs apart. Or maybe it was just a semblance of control she wanted to keep up.
On the other hand, Elizabeth was bursting for a piss now. She tried to ignore the urges rippling through her overfull bladder, her fear grew by each minute as the clatter of cutlery, thump of beer mugs on the table and the laughter of men filled her ears. She had been holding it in since morning and there was no way she could hold it much longer. Poor Elizabeth again left her seat and made small steps towards the Queen.
She crossed her legs and held her hands near her crotch, her fingers wiggling as she crossed and uncrossed them, “M-my Q-Queen, I-I really need to go out… I…” she couldn’t stop her lower lip from trembling.
“Don’t you have any manners, child?” Charlotte looked at her, “Didn’t I ask you to sit down, I’ll call for you when I need you.”
Elizabeth couldn’t say anything more. Defeated, she quietly went back and crossed her legs tight as she took her seat. She cursed the Queen for not letting her go, she was going to wet herself!
The Queen’s condition was no different. Even though the corset around her midriff was tight, her bladder had expanded so much that it was clearly bulging way outwards against the material, pushing her skirts to form a massive bulge on the front. Her control was still in place though, and she was putting the iron tank to good use.
But unlike her, Elizabeth did not have an iron tank. The poor girl clenched her fist over the table as she grabbed her crotch, trying her hardest to avoid having an accident. But then suddenly, she felt a small stream escape into her small clothes before she cut off the flow. Her eyes widened in horror. There was no way she could wait any longer, she would have to ask Her Highness for the permission to go, or it would be too late!
Elizabeth quickly hobbled her way to where Charlotte sat, her bladder too full to even stand up straight, “M-my Q-Queen, I…I…I…r-reaalllyy n-nneed…” was all that she could manage before a sudden stream started to escape her, there was no time to stop it. The girl held the table for support as she tried to cross her legs tighter in the last ditch effort to hold it back, but it was no use. Her piss was hot and it ran through her trembling legs to start forming a puddle on the floor. She breathed heavily with relief as tears welled in her eyes, “M-mmmyyy Q-Quuuueenn! I-I nneeedd t-tooo g-goo ouutt!!” her words came tumbling out as she cried.
Charlotte looked on in anger at the fast-growing puddle beneath the girl’s feet, everyone around stopped to look what was happening. Elizabeth bowed her head as she continued to wet herself, tears running down her cheeks. “You disappoint me, child,” the Queen felt her rage surging through her veins, “Now remove yourself from my sight” the Queen commanded in a low yet angry voice, “And do not dare show yourself unless I command it.”
Although she wanted to, poor Elizabeth couldn’t move as she hadn’t even finished her piss yet. She could feel all the eyes watching her, she had done everything she could to stop this from happening but she failed. All she could do now was pray the Queen didn’t send her to the dungeons for this.
But to her respite, King Iwan who was sitting right across the table, finally spoke up, “Nurse Gwendolynn, would you be kind enough to take the girl away and help her clean up?” he said in a low voice, making sure he was not audible to everyone. And then he turned his face to her, “Do not worry; you’ll not be punished for this.”
At this, Elizabeth broke down in sobs as Nurse Gwendolynn held her by the shoulders and guided her away. She had left a huge puddle on the floor and Iwan wondered how desperate she might have been to have an accident that size. Secretly, King Iwan had always loved watching or hearing about women desperate to pee, and he was amazed and a bit aroused that he got to see such a beautiful girl wet herself, but he felt really sorry for her too, only if his mother had let her go before, she could have escaped such humiliation.
The King looked at the people who were staring, they all took it as a signal to get back to what they were doing, and the noises and talks resumed. “You could have been a little more polite to the poor girl, she just wet herself in front of everyone,” Iwan said, keeping his voice low.
“The girl couldn’t hold her waters” the Queen answered, “There is no place for people in my service who cannot behave themselves. I never knew her to be such an uncouth brat, relieving herself like an animal for everyone to watch.”
“It was but an accident mother. If you didn't have words of empathy for her, you might have as well kept quiet” Iwan said as he stood up and left the inn and his guards followed, while his mother looked on.
Farlen too, who had been sitting next to Iwan, was astonished by seeing Elizabeth wet herself. He was excited, but he wondered if the sight of the girl losing control had any effect on the Queen. He was sure that the sight must have forced the Queen to grab her crotch in desperation, only if he could have looked under the table, but perhaps that opportunity was gone now.
He wondered why Her Highness was so harsh to the poor girl? He remembered her telling him just a night before they left from the capital that it was human nature to pee. And it was alright if one wet herself. He wondered what had caused such a sudden change in her opinion about the same? Maybe she didn’t believe the same when it came to her servants or maybe the fullness of her bladder and her dignity as the Queen had made her intolerant towards such an undignified act? Maybe she could not bear the signs of weakness from a little girl? He did not know what it was. Nevertheless, he took a good long look at the urine on the tavern floor as they all left.
Soon they were on their way again and the little Lord took a nap with his head on the Queen’s lap. He could feel the bulge of her bladder with his head and he had to admit it was astounding, squishing with the copious amount of urine inside it. There was no pillow he’d rather prefer than the Queen’s inflated bladder, filled to the brim with liters and liters of her hot piss. Many a time he tried to press on her swollen organ with his head, only to get a sigh of agony from the Queen mother, “Don’t press on my bladder, child,” she complained in a pained voice, she really was holding a lot.
To be honest, Queen Charlotte was beginning to worry that happened to Elizabeth in the inn might also happen to her. But she knew she was still far from that happening as she knew she could still stretch her bladder further if needs, be but not too much. She realized that it would be best if she emptied it completely at the first opportunity she got. But she also knew that Farlen might not let her go that easily.
By when they decided to camp for the night, the Queen had drunk another five liters of water, topped with a horn of bitter red wine. It was pitch dark by when the tents were ready. The Queen stepped into her pavilion, clutching at her bulging belly, now over six days full of pent up piss. She changed behind the curtains, coming out of her damned corset. Now that it was off, her bladder could expand freely. And when she finally came out, Lord Farlen was left speechless! My God! What a bulge!
Her bladder was as swollen as a pumpkin. She asked Farlen to pull the flaps of the tent before they both climbed the bed. Farlen wondered how the Queen would manage to rest with such a heavy weight in her bladder but before long, both he and Charlotte were sound asleep.
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Day-VIII
The Queen’s Calm
The morning came and Her Highness woke up with a dull ache in her bladder. Outside her tent, men were stirring. She heard the whicker of horses, Sir Mandon complaining of stiffness in his back, Sir George calling for his sword. Queen Charlotte wished they would just shut up and let her sleep. They were good men, loyal, yet she wanted them to go away so she could rest a little while longer.
Her need to urinate had been mounting steadily and had reached a new peak through the night. Though still not desperate she wished she could find some relief, but then she looked at Farlen who was still sound asleep and she thought of all the fun the boy had been having, it brought a smile to her face to think that she was the reason he was so happy even away from home. Someday, she promised herself as she lay abed, one day she would allow herself to be just a woman with a bladder that needs emptying. But not today. It could not be today. Today she had to be the Iron Queen for the boy who had completely forgotten about his uncomfortable bed wettings.
Outside the tent, Sir Lambert was stirring oats into a kettle, while Sir Deric sat sharpening the blade of his sword.
“Your Highness, I found some nettles and brewed a tea,” Sir Lambert announced when Charlotte stepped out of the tent, “Will m’lady take a pot?”
“Yes, with thanks.”
“And, my Queen,” Sir Deric followed, “There are birds in this grass. Would you fancy a roast quail to break your fast this morning?”
“Tea is sufficient for me . . . and oats along with it for the rest of the party, I think. We have many leagues yet to ride, Sir Deric.”
“As you will, my Queen,” the knight’s face looked dejected, the tips of his great mustache twitching with disappointment. “Oats and tea, and what could be better?” He was one of the fattest men Charlotte had ever known, but however much he loved his food, he loved his honor more.
“Ask the tea to be sent to my tent,” Her Highness spoke, “And tell Elizabeth that I summon her at once.”
With that, Charlotte walked back into her pavilion to find Farlen awake and smiling, “O’ my fair, Queen! How are you this morning? Do you need a piss?”
“Not at all, my Lord” Charlotte smiled back, standing defiantly with her legs wide apart, “A Queen can hold her waters as long as she wishes to.”
“Oh, is that so?” Farlen said, looking curiously at the size her bladder had grown.
“Yes, absolutely!” she answered, “To be honest, I don’t feel anything more in my bladder than a small tinkle! I am perfectly fine!” Charlotte said.
“Well, I believe you, Your Highness” Farlen answered, “You do not look like you need a piss at all.”
They broke midway from their conversation when they heard the sound of the tent flaps as Elizabeth walked in, carrying the teapot and a cup on a tray of shining steel. Farlen could tell by her face that she was scared to come before the Queen, “Did you call for me, Your Highness?”
“Yes, I want you to help me get ready before we get on the road,” Charlotte said.
The girl nodded before she placed the tray on the table and followed the Queen behind the curtains.
Her Highness had chosen a light blue dress with corset and an underskirt for the day. "Help me," she said to Elizabeth. The girl took the underskirt and held it open as Queen Charlotte removed her clothes and stepped into it. She quickly tied up the back then reached for the corset next, but Charlotte waved the girl’s hand away. "That would take too long and there's no need for it," she said, pressing her legs together under the skirt.
"But my Lady, you are the Queen of Twelve Kingdoms. Traveling while in improper attire would only serve to humiliate you and upset the people."
"Yes, yes," Charlotte said reluctantly. She raised her arms above her head, and Elizabeth pulled the torturous garment around her middle. She stood there, staring forward with impatience and annoyance as the young maid laced the back of the corset. Finally, she gave the strings a hard tug. Queen Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut as the corset pulled tight against her abdomen, pushing her inflated bladder, “Ah! Not so tight you simpering little fool!” she cursed her.Elizabeth frowned in response, "I beg your pardon, my Queen, but it won't close all the way," she mumbled."I must have gained a bit of weight," Charlotte lied. "As I said before, the corset really isn't-" was all she could speak before Elizabeth gave the ropes another huge pull, and the garment wrapped itself around her. Charlotte closed her eyes tightly in an effort to contain her piss until the sudden pressure abated. Finally, Elizabeth helped the Queen with her blue dress and Her Highness was ready to leave."Are you ready, my Queen?" Elizabeth asked. "Have you need of a chamberpot?"
Charlotte glared at her. "Watch your words, you fool. I know when to call for a chamberpot. Now, I’ll have my tea before we set out." Elizabeth bowed low and turned, quickly striding out of the curtained partition. Charlotte followed, completely ignoring the way her enormous bladder throbbed with every step.
She had two pots of tea upon a liter of water before they left, leaving her stomach bloated with liquids that now slowly made its way into her bladder. Her heart was pounding faster now and her head felt heavier. She could feel a violent surge of piss swirling inside her bladder. She had been consuming so much liquid and none of it had found its way out yet. It was no surprise she really needed to piss now.
She had to clutch her abdomen as new urges ripped through her with every movement she made. Her bladder was strained incredibly. On any other day, Her Highness would have thought of privy breaks as a totally unnecessary waste of time. But today, she was feeling the effects of every wee she had withheld since the past seven days.
But the Queen didn’t know why she felt her need to urinate surge all of a sudden. Charlotte knew that a mere two pots of tea were nothing much for her bladder. Her iron tank was meant to contain heavy volumes of piss and such little tea added with a little amount of water was something she didn’t really need to care about. Maybe it was the corset. She cursed Elizabeth for tying it so tight.
But unbeknown to Her Highness, Lord Farlen had clandestinely mixed the remainder of the weeing powder into her tea while she was changing her clothes. The little boy was shivering with the anticipation of getting to watch the Queen loose control of her mammoth full bladder but Her Highness was still fighting hard to maintain her decorum. “Your Highness, is everything alright? You look a bit uncomfortable?”
“O-oh, i-it’s n-nothing..” she said flustered, “I-I am fine!”
Farlen could sense she was lying, he could see in her eyes she wanted nothing more than to piss in the first privy she could find, but Her Highness hid it very well. But slowly and steadily the pressure inside her bladder began to rise further and the confident Queen began to doubt if she could make it till they reached somewhere she could pee. Inns and rest houses were few and far to come by and Charlotte knew that she needed to use any opportunity she could find to relieve herself.
Farlen knew the weeing powder might be working continuously by now and the strain would be too much for the Queen to take this time. He knew her bladder was full and beaten, and it was only a matter of time before she would not be able to hold it any longer. Her pursed lips and the confused and frightened look on her face told him it was true.
While his mother rode inside the carriage nursing a bladder full with gallons of piss, Iwan rode affront on his horse enjoying the view of the country hills and woods. As a lover of nature, King Iwan had always preferred to spend his time in the country rather than the court. While taking on journeys, his royal standing had never isolated him from the people he met. The King was known to stop and converse with the lowborn locals who crossed his path, who he often piled them with gifts and favors. So beloved was Iwan to commons in the countryside they dubbed him “our cherished King.”
Iwan stopped when he came across a small village. It was a tiny remote settlement guarded by a wooden palisade, surrounded by tall sentinels and thick pines. The farmers were working in their fields, swineherds with their pigs and a milkmaid was leading a cow. The farmers stopped what they were doing when they saw the entourage appear, “Fair morrow, my friends!” the King said, “Is there anywhere near I could find some wine and a little food to fill my stomach?”
The villagers were confused, “There ain’t no inns or stays on the road that we know of, my Lord” said one of them.
“This ain’t no Lord” Sir Mandon told the peasants from atop his horse, “You stand before King Iwan of the King’s Fort of Godswick, son of the Late King Owain of House Seymour and Queen Charlotte of House Torrington, grandson to Henry the Good, the Second of His Name, King of all men and Lord of the Twelve Kingdoms.”
The two men fell to their knees, “Oh forgive us, Your Highness for we could not recognize you,” the other one said, “Does the Queen come along with you?”
“Yes,” Iwan smiled as he stepped down of his horse, “My mother rides behind in the coach,” he answered.
The traveling party could be seen from afar and the handful of villagers who lived there began to gather, “Such a great pleasure to have you at Forrest Cove, my King” said an old man as he approached the place where they stood, “I am Eadmund, Your Highness. I’ve lived here for many years and I once had the honor of hosting your grandfather, King Henry when he was passing by here with his men. I know I am but a small servant of yours but I would be blessed and honored if you and Her Highness come to my place, my good King. My wife is roasting a duck that I’m sure you’d both enjoy with some ale” he said with a smile.
“That would be the most generous of you, kind Sir,” King Iwan said, more than happy to accept the offer.
Dying for a piss, Queen Charlotte stepped out of the carriage, followed closely by Farlen. She tried to remain as calm and collected she could be as she clasped her hands before her crotch. She knew there must be a place somewhere here where she could urgently relieve her aching bladder. She was desperate, really desperate now, the weeing powder stretching her bladder to a painful extent.
Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way along the path as she along with Iwan and Farlen accompanied the old man to his place. The Queen’s bladder was throbbing and she was beginning to worry. As they reached the old man’s yard, she spotted an outhouse and stopped, “What is it, mother?” Iwan asked.
“Oh, you carry on son, I’ll join you all in a moment,” Charlotte responded.
“Is everything alright?” the young King asked.
“Y-yes-yes! It is!” she answered, “Now go on!”
Iwan nodded and went in with the old man while Farlen couldn’t help but grin.
“You look rather desperate, Your Highness,” the boy teased her playfully.
“Yes, I am! My bladder is going to explode!” she added, placing a hand on her swollen front, briefly looking at the outhouse, “Now then, to make it….official…can I please go relieve myself?”
Farlen was shocked. He couldn't believe that the Queen who seemed so calm and composed just moments ago had been hiding such panic. He looked at the normally confident, iron-bladdered Queen, now bursting with desperation thanks to the weeing powder and seven days without a privy, and a part of him really did want to let her get relief. She deserved it, she had been holding it for so long. But…another part of him, the part currently enjoying her predicament and the control he had over her, wanted little Farlen to see how far he could push it. The two sides wrestled in his mind for what seemed like hours but were probably only mere moments, and eventually, one side came out the victor.
“Wait, Your Highness, I thought you said that a Queen can hold her waters as long as she wishes to?” he asked her with an innocent voice he’d gotten so good at using.
“Well…yes…” Queen Charlotte replied, startled that the boy didn’t immediately give her permission despite her obvious need, “But I don’t know what is happening to me! I’ve never had to piss this much ever before!” she said as she pressed her thick thighs and clenched her fists on her sides, “And moreover, this is part of the game as well, letting me go! It’s still part of the game dear. Besides…I’m really bursting to go to that outhouse!”
The boy decided to probe further, “But…if the game is still going on…if I asked you to wait, would you wait?” Queen Charlotte’s eyes widened further than Farlen thought possible as she realized his intentions.
“Please…my sweet child…I haven’t been to the privy in over seven days now! I really do need to go, I’m afraid.”
Farlen pushed on, “You didn’t answer my question, my Queen. I know you really have to go, and I’ll let you go soon, honestly, I will! But if I asked you to wait right now, would you wait?”
Charlotte moaned and held her abdomen as another urge rippled inside her copiously full bladder. Finally, she said, “I don’t know if I can…I have to go so badly. Won’t you let me go?”
Farlen continued to push her, “Could you wait for me?” he asked in his most pitiful, guilt-causing voice.
“Sweet child….I…I…uhhh…alright! Ok, I can try for you. Yes, I can try. But promise that I can go soon, very soon. I haven’t needed to go this bad in a long time,” Charlotte responded, making a last-ditch effort to contain her unbearable urge. With a wince, she forced herself to keep her bladder tightly shut, clenching her hands at her sides but refusing to grab her crotch.
“Let’s go inside,” she said to the boy, to which he nodded, and she waddled as best as she could into the small house, bladder still bulging obscenely, and still unrelieved. The Queen kept fanning her legs and squeezing her crotch under the table when she was sure no one was looking as the old woman served them with bread and roasted duck, and Farlen kept waiting for the Queen to bolt to the outhouse, game or no game. But she grimly held on to her load of piss, and amazingly she even drank a mug of beer with whatever little she ate.
As everyone talked and laughed and giggled, abruptly the Queen placed a hand on her aching bladder as a gigantic wave of urgency ripped through her. “Ahhhhh!” she moaned through gritted teeth, pressing her thighs as she fought to keep her piss inside. Charlotte and Farlen made an eye contact, and they both realized that she was at her limit. Farlen knew that if he didn’t let her go, the Queen would definitely wet herself in the old man’s hut. Surely then she’d never think of playing this game with him again.
He looked at her and the Queen knew she now had his permission to pee. “Pardon me, everyone, I’ll be back in a moment” she quickly got up on shaky legs, moaned once more in pain, and hobbled as quickly as she could to the door. Farlen watched her as she rushed, her bladder was so full she could not even walk straight.
When she reached the door, she pushed it open faster than she had ever pushed open a door in her life before stepping outside and moving towards the outhouse over twenty steps away. She was finally going to get the satisfaction of pissing like a horse and feel the monstrous wave of urine rush out of her.
Once there, Charlotte shoved the stall door to get in, but to her great dismay it didn't move, she tried harder to push but then heard a voice, “Hey! Go away!” someone was inside using the lavatory, maybe someone from their traveling party.
Charlotte let out a labored breath as she held the wall of the outhouse for support, standing on one foot and bending on the knee as she crossed her legs tightly. She could feel a few drops of piss escape her before she quickly closed her pee hole back shut. The weeing powder was killing her, oh she couldn’t wait to get inside! “Could you please hurry?” Charlotte knocked on the door, desperately trying to fight off her overwhelming need to urinate.
“You'll have to wait a minute,” answered an irate voice from inside.
“Please! Hurry!” she requested the man but even after waiting for a while, Charlotte was still standing out waiting for her turn to use the outhouse. Embarrassed by the thought of being found waiting to use the privy, Charlotte decided to go back into the house and come back a little while later.
Charlotte got back inside the house with a frown on her face and her ever-present bladder bulge staring everyone in there right in the face at eye-level.
“Is everything alright, my Queen?” asked the old man with a bit of concern.
“Y-yes..” Charlotte said as she took her seat right next to little Farlen.
“You didn’t go?” the little boy whispered, his voice subdued only by the crackling sound of the wood in the oven.
“No, there is someone using the outhouse, I’ll have to go back” she whispered, still frowning in annoyance.
After a few minutes, the Queen got up back again unable to suppress her need to pee any longer and stepped out to use the outhouse, but just then she saw Sir Mandon entering it, “Oh, no!” she gasped as she walked towards the lavatory with quick baby steps, trying not to jolt her bladder but unfortunately, Sir Mandon got in before she could stop him. This time the Queen decided to wait right here for her turn, which she hoped would come soon, but to her great frustration and anger, Sir Mandon was taking his own sweet time inside the lavatory.
She wanted to bang the door and tell him to get the hell out so she could take a long relieving piss, but Charlotte knew that would be really unladylike and being the Queen, she knew she must keep her patience. Pursing her lips in a semblance of concentration and effort it was taking to hold back her urine, Charlotte slightly bobbed up and down her knees, with her legs crossed and a hand on the wall of the outhouse for support and the other on her arse.
Her heartbeat raced as she finally heard the door unlock and the door opened, “Oh thank goodness!” she breathed, ready to make a mad dash inside.
“My Queen, how long have you been standing out here?” Sir Mandon asked as he stepped out.
“N-not long” Charlotte gave a curt smile to the Kingsguard as she bent her knee to keep her bladder pains in check before beginning to make her way into the outhouse, ready to take a piss she had been bursting to take for so long!
“It’s a really beautiful country, ain’t it, my Queen?” he asked her as she stopped and she quickly crossed her one leg over the other, holding the door to the outhouse open with one hand and the other holding her hip. She wanted to kill Sir Mandon for delaying her from getting the relief she craved so much, but it would have been rude to break the conversation in-between, so Charlotte stood there, listening to his blabbering half-heartedly.
“I think Bucephalus loves it here,” he said looking at his horse that was tied to a tree of oak nearby. It was a massive creature with a massive head and it had a black coat with a large white mark on his brow. His breeding was that of the best Thessalian strain. A perfect warhorse for the Kingsguard to ride upon, “He’s beautiful, isn’t he, your Highness?”
“I-Indeed” Charlotte forced a smile, least bothered about the stupid horse and waiting for Sir Mandon to end his mindless yak so she could finally get inside and piss, but it didn’t look like the knight was going to stop any time soon.
“I won him by a wager with my father” Sir Mandon said, “A horse dealer offered him to my father for a really high sum of a dozen gold coins, but because no one could tame him, my father was not interested. However, I was, and I offered to pay myself should I fail to tame it and everyone was surprised when I subdued the beast.”
“Oh” Charlotte managed to say; trying to look interested in the conversation as she cursed him under her breath for making her wait longer while the tempting privy hole invited her.
“It was easy really, to tame him, I spoke soothingly to him and turned him toward the sun so that he could no longer see his own shadow, which had been the cause of his distress” the Kingsguard went on with a proud smile.
“That’s really great, Sir Mandon, but I really need to--”
“Pardon me, my Queen,” the old man said as he came out of the house and walked towards them, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to use the privy,” he smiled.
Charlotte was horrified; it was her turn to use the privy! She wanted to go so badly! She wanted to stop the old man and ask him to let her go first, but she could neither muster the courage nor the words to stop him and she just looked with defeat in her eyes as he got in and closed the door. She was sure she would kill Sir Mandon today.
Just then, King Iwan and Farlen stepped out of the house as well, “Mother, if you are ready, we must get back on the road now..” he said.
“B-but I-I…” she fumbled, looking at the closed privy door.
“Is everything alright mother?” Iwan asked.
“Y-Yes, but if we could wait for a moment before getting back on the road, I-I mean…” Charlotte spoke.
“I’m afraid we cannot wait any longer, we need to be at Boarstall Tower before it turns dark…” Iwan responded before he gave a word of thanks to the old lady and asked Sir Mandon to give a pouch of silver to her, which she accepted with a smile, “Mother, shall we go now?” the King said.
“S-sure…” Charlotte answered, looking longingly at the outhouse as she straightened herself, I don’t need a privy, I am the Queen. She steeled her bladder through sheer will and felt a new wave of strength ripple through her aching vessel as it fortified its walls against the incessant thrashing of the urine inside.
She thanked the old woman and then walked as calmly as she could from the yard towards her coach and climbed in, without letting anyone know that she had let the only chance to relieve herself slip from her hands.
As he got inside the carriage, Farlen asked, looking at the enormous bladder bulge the Queen was still nursing, “Didn’t you go before we left?”
“No, I couldn’t,” she said, trying to save as much strength as possible.
“But don’t you have to go?”
Queen Charlotte smiled, her bladder was aching, but she knew she couldn’t let it get over her, “No child, I am fine; you don’t need to worry about me. A lady can always wait just a little longer if she needs to,” though she knew she was not too far away from nearly wetting herself with desperation, she knew she couldn’t let it show.
“Are you certain, Your Highness?” the little boy asked, concern evident in his voice.
“Yes, I told you dear, I am alright” she sighed, placing a hand on her bulging tank, “I’ll just have to make more room inside my bladder, I know it still has some space left” she sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head back.
Farlen was left speechless and awestruck to know that even after all the bladder pumping weeing powder, the Queen still had the strength left to keep holding it. By when they reached Boarstall Tower in the evening, Queen Charlotte had drunk liters more of water and she was holding it back as if it was nothing. But her bladder was pounding with the sheer volume of urine.
The Queen stepped out of the carriage with a ferocious piss due and put on a smile on her beautiful face as Lord Nicholas came to greet her and the young King.
For Lord Nicholas, it was nothing less of a treat to welcome Her Highness at his castle. He had always been fascinated with Charlotte’s beauty and as many times as he visited the capital, he made sure to visit the Queen once just to look at her beautiful face and her heavy tits that filled her blouse so well.
He even had all his whores tie their hair as the Queen did, such was his fascination towards Her Highness. Hence, it was no surprise that he was overjoyed to receive the woman he fancied, as a guest at his castle. Lord Nicholas hid his nervousness well as he took the dinner table with the King and his mother and the Little Lord Farlen.
They had a lot to eat and drink, particularly white wine, which they all gulped down. They were talking about a lot of things, about life in the country in general, and Lord Nicholas started to notice that Charlotte’s attention was elsewhere. She started shifting in her seat and looked restless.
“What’s the matter, my Queen?” he asked.
“Er..nothing at all,” she replied.
She could’ve fooled him. But Lord Nicholas knew that when a lady started to shift around in her seat, it always indicated that she needed to relieve herself. He had always gotten excited if a woman was desperate, but this time, it was Her Highness who needed to go. He pretended to drop a spoon onto the floor. As he looked under the table, he saw Charlotte’s legs clasped tight together, and she had put one hand on her bulging bladder. Lord Nicholas’ prick immediately got hard. She had never shown any signs till now that told that she needed to go during the evening, while King Iwan, Farlen and even Lord Nicholas himself had gone to the privy a few times though.
The servant came around to refill the empty cup of wine that the Queen now held in her hand. On her way back, Lord Nicholas stopped the servant discreetly and whispered something to her, but Charlotte was able to catch the phrase “…keep giving her more…” Charlotte drew her brows closer as she tried to understand what his motive was behind this.
Maybe he knows I need a piss, she wondered, He really thought he was going to be able to defeat my bladder with a few cups of wine?
The fact that she had not urinated for so long did not matter. And even the effects of weeing powder were beginning to wear off which made her even more confident. Charlotte was not going to let this lowly lord prove his superiority over her, so she kept drinking without showing a sign of discomfort. But as the night wore on, she became more desperate; squirming on the seat, shifting from side to side and now had one hand pressed between her thighs. Lord Farlen was smiling in satisfaction to see the Queen finally letting her desperation boil over and become evident. But the Queen still had her iron bladder to support her iron will. There was no way she was going to let Lord Nicholas know that she was aching for a piss, so she continued with her game and tried to sit as if nothing bothered her.
Over the course of the dinner, it felt to her like there was always a full cup of wine in her hand, and Charlotte always made sure to make direct eye contact with Lord Nicholas each time she drank it down. She ended up drinking ten cups of wine during that time, but not once did she excuse herself for the privy, even when everyone else on the table did just that. Lord Nicholas noticed that her fidgeting became constant and pronounced as the night progressed. Finally, they were done and Charlotte left the place, and she walked out of the great hall with her super-filled bladder bursting with gallons and gallons of urine.
When she finally reached her chambers, ready to take a massive piss, Queen Charlotte paced towards the privy with her hands placed on her plump ass, keeping her thighs close all the time as she took small but quick steps towards her salvation, “My Queen” she heard Farlen call out, “What if we continue the game from here on?”
“What?” Charlotte asked shocked, “But you said before that I could go!”
“Well, not anymore, my Queen” Farlen giggled, “I’ve had a change of mind.”
“Oooh, boy” Charlotte said, wincing in agony as she crossed her legs tightly, “I’ve had more water than Sir Mandon’s horse today! Are you sure I cannot go to the privy yet?”
“I’m afraid not, Your Highness” he giggled, “You’ll have to sleep with a full bladder for another night…”
His words sent waves of fear up across her spine. She didn’t know if she had what it took to hold on longer but she was not going to give up. “Alright, then” Charlotte forced herself to say, “I will hold it, if you want” she added, her bladder felt like it was going to burst but she hid her desperation well. The Queen and Lord Farlen climbed into the bed, with the little Lord putting a hand across Charlotte’s swollen urine tank as they both tried to sleep.
Queen Charlotte winced in agony but relaxed as much as she could with her bladder in its current state. She commanded that it calm itself, but it was slow to listen to its mistress. It was busy trying to convince her of its own needs, such as the necessary human need to empty one’s bladder regularly. She didn’t even have the reserves of energy left to seek Farlen’s permission to go to the privy and eventually, exhausted as she was from her long day, Queen Charlotte fell asleep. As she slept, the liters of pent-up urine swirled around inside her, trying to find an exit after so long of being contained but the Queen’s vault remained closed tightly as ever.
Meanwhile, in the eastern wing of the castle two stories above, inside a dark room filled with pots and beakers and potions and herbs, Lord Nicholas looked on intently as Mæjester Gregorius took equal amounts of radish, bishopwort, garlic, wormwood, helenium, cropleek and hollowleek before adding them up to the boiling concoction of pounded Lacewing flies, leeches, knotgrass, fluxweed and shed snake skin, steering in water with celandine and red nettle, “How much longer?” he asked.
“Almost done, my Lord,” Gregorius said, as he stirred the boiling mixture in a small cauldron over the fireplace. A grin ran through Nicholas’ face as he walked back and forth impatiently, looking at the steam rise from the concoction.
“I’m sure I’ve done everything right,” said Mæjester Gregorius, nervously rereading the splotched page of Moste Potente Potions. “It looks like the book says it should . . . once someone has drunk it, they’ll have exactly half an hour before they change back into themselves.”
“Good” Nicholas beamed, “Osbert!” he called out to the guard standing outside.
“Yes, m’lord” the man rushed in.
“Get someone to help you carry this cauldron back to my chambers and ask Morgause to come meet me at once!” he ordered.
“As it please you, m’Lord” the guard nodded and left. Of all the maids in his service, Morgause was Lord Nicholas’ favorite. She was the most obedient and faithful of all his servants and the Lord had always had a soft spot for her in his heart. Soon Morgause stood outside Lord Nicholas’ chambers, dressed in her night robes and sleep still lingering in her eyes, “Did you call for me, my Lord?” she asked, yawning. But sleep deserted her when she saw the thick black smoke rising from the small cauldron kept on a stand over the table which Lord Nicholas was stirring vehemently. She was quick to cover her face with a hand, “What is that you are brewing m’Lord?”
“Get in and close the door” Lord Nicholas looked at her, sweating, shiny-faced and anxious. Morgause heard the gloop-gloop of the bubbling, glutinous potion. A tumbler stood ready on the table. The young maid walked towards him and stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly, “I want you to drink this” he said.
“Eww..I won’t drink that, m’Lord” Morgause exclaimed, “It looks like mud!” She looked at him for a moment and then continued, “But what do you want me to drink it for?”
“I’ll tell you everything,” Nicholas said as he dipped the iron ladle into the cauldron and poured a large dollop into the tumbler kept right next to it, “Trust me, no harm will come to you.. but before that…” he added into the tumbler a strand of Queen Charlotte’s hair he had picked up from the dinner table after she had left .
The potion hissed loudly like a boiling kettle and frothed madly, filling the room with the scent of daisies. A second later, it had turned a light pinkish in color.
“Drink it before it cools” said Lord Nicholas, looking at her and she lifted the tumbler in her hand.
“Are you sure it won’t make me ill?” she asked.
“It won't, as far as I ,know” he said unsure, “Now drink it already!”
“Alright-alright!”
Morgause drank the potion down in two large gulps. It tasted like overcooked cabbage. Suddenly, her insides started writhing as though she had her innards filled with hot molten iron, ready to burst out of her stomach — doubled up, she wondered whether she was going to be sick — then a burning sensation spread rapidly from her stomach to the very ends of her fingers and toes. Morgause struggled as the skin all over her body bubbled like hot wax — and before her eyes, the skin on her hands turned more tender and soft compared to the skin she had hardened from work, the fingers grew longer and the nails cleaner and shinier. She grew almost a foot taller and her bosom grew large and heavy. Her robes changed and grew into a light blue color like the one Queen Charlotte had been wearing during the dinner, her hair neatly tied in a bun like a noblewoman. Where Morgause had stood just moments ago, now stood Queen Charlotte. Suddenly she crossed her legs and grabbed her stomach as her bladder began to expand, liters and liters of urine getting filled into it all at once, she straightened a bit and held her stomach with both her hands as it continued to swell and swell further, “Ahhh!” she wailed in pain as her bladder expanded like a hard pumpkin, Lord Nicholas’ eyes shone evilly. And then, as suddenly as it had started, everything stopped.
At once Morgause jammed both her hands into her crotch in desperation as an immense wave of urine collided against the walls of her bladder. A jet of urine burst into her smallclothe but she somehow managed to cut off the flow. Nicholas looked at her, completely shocked and at a lack of words. Morgause was indistinguishable from Queen Charlotte, her beautiful face, the silk thick brown hair tied in a bun, sky blue robes and the gold plated necklace, “This is unbelievable,” he said.
“M’Lord” Morgause cried out, “I beg to leave you for a moment, I really need to take a piss…” she cried out crossing her legs. She didn’t know what was happening to her, a moment ago she was sure she didn’t need to pee at all but now her bladder felt like it would explode with gallons of urine at any moment.
“No, you shall not,” Nicholas said as he came forward and kissed her, feeling her bulging abdomen against him. His lust was huge, his penis made its presence known in his breeches.
She kissed him back, the taste of his lips was like what she had always dreamt. She could feel his throbbing cock against her and she fondled it gently over his clothes. She pulled the string of his breeches and let the beast come out. His cock was hard as an iron rod.
He laid back on the bed, his feet still touching the ground and his member raging with erection. The Queen whimpered undoing the string of her drawers and letting it fall to the ground. Her agonizingly full bladder made it difficult to let him enter her without making her desperation worse. With her skirts pulled up to her belly, Charlotte began to bob up and down on Lord Nicholas’ cock, holding her piss right on the edge of shooting out. The inner Morgause trembled in desperation, her small bladder untrained to take so much pressure at once, “Oh, Lord Nicholas, I cannot hold it any longer!” she cried out but he didn’t care, thrusting his raging cock inside her.
She battled on for a few more moments before a slight leak escaped, “M’looooorrrd!” she squealed, closing her eyes tightly shut in an effort to hold back her piss but it was no use, it was simply too much for poor Charlotte to take and a hot torrent of piss erupted out of her, arching five feet across the room as she bobbed up and down on the Lord’s cock. Nicholas, who could only see the back of the Queen’s head, bent his neck sideways and saw the tip of her stream reaching the wall several feet away, it was absolutely too much for him and he came in an instant, thrusting his cock harder inside her. She bobbed up and down on his cock while her torrent of piss arched all the way across the chamber. The love was sweet that night.
Edited February 17, 2019 by Pain
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Day-IX
Boḫārā Queen Charlotte’s bladder woke her up even before the sun had shown itself in the skies, her organ more swollen than ever. The beer and wine had taken effect and it appeared as though the Queen had a full-grown pumpkin in her belly. Her skin was stretched around her bladder and the pressure of the piss, desperate to come out of this sanctuary of control, was greater than ever. She knocked her knees together and ground her thighs into one another, gritting her teeth as the waves of bladder pressure started ripping through her body. But Charlotte was not about to lose this load. Gingerly, she got out of bed, letting the pressure to urinate slide to the back of her mind. Her Highness had her usual share of water and a pot of tea followed by it before going to get dressed. She depended heavily on her bladder to store every drop of her aching piss securely within its walls.
When she walked out of the dressing room, closely followed by Elizabeth who had helped her dress, Charlotte found that Lord Farlen was awake and smiling, “Looks like you are up, my Lord,” she said as the servant girl took her leave.
“Yes, my Queen,” Farlen said, “And I can see how big and full your bladder looks from here, surely it must be bursting!”
It was bursting, but Charlotte couldn’t give the boy the satisfaction of knowing that she was aching to empty it, “Pissing is not something that bothers me at the moment, my Lord” she lied. She was in control of her bladder, at least for now, and there was no need for the boy to know how much she had drunk and how it was all killing her.
Farlen was amazed that the Queen had the courage to lie to his face. Maybe Her Highness was tired of asking him for permission to piss and being turned down again and again. But he knew she would not be able to resist the urge to ask him for long. Hence he decided to wait patiently and was excited to find out how the things would go here forth.
Soon they left Boar Stall Tower and took the road to Tantallon. All the while as they rode, Queen Charlotte’s bladder ached with the incessant crashing of urine waves against its walls. Every second she spent away from the privy was one second closer to it exploding with piss. She tried to force this notion from her mind and reminded herself that her bladder would not be exploding ever, but the unbelievable pressure between her legs, which kept her thighs pressed tightly together at all times, seemed to disagree with her.
While inside her carriage, the Queen was struggling to suppress her need to take a massive piss, far behind in the column of their traveling party, on a horse-drawn cart, sat Nurse Gwendolynn and Elizabeth together. Nurse Gwendolynn had always been aware that her bladder was capacious, but had never really bothered about it until she was ten and was sent off to a nunnery because her father could not afford to buy her food. During her first year at the nunnery, Gwendolynn learned to hold her waters for long hours while she helped the nuns cook food or clean. While many of the other girls could not hold themselves for long periods of time, Gwendolynn learned how to control her urge to urinate. With time, and with limited intake of water daily, she taught herself to use the chamber pot only twice a day, once after she woke up in the morning and the other before she got to the bed at night. It was a sort of rigorous training to help herself develop better control over her bladder and with time she found her vessel had grown larger and more capacious.
Though Gwendolynn spent many years at the nunnery spending her time reading the bible and helping the nuns with their chores, she never thought of becoming a nun herself. She thought of it as too holy and pious a position to uphold, while she saw herself as just a poor farmer’s daughter who found content in serving others. Though she was a nurse, she was a woman who many men admired. She was a tall lady with ginger hair and curves that any woman would die for.
All morning, Nurse Gwendolynn had been busy dressing Lord Farlen for the journey while also folding his clothes and bringing him his breakfast. She was so occupied that she totally forgot to take a piss before they left Boar Stall Tower. Usually, it would not have been a problem, but today the Nurse had drunk way too much water and two pots of tea to top it over. The need to take a piss had been tolerable at the beginning of the journey but only after an hour on the road, Gwendolynn was finding it difficult to sit still. She did want to use the privy already, and she had to press her thighs to try to make the urge go away. The cart was moving slowly behind the column and she knew it would be a while before they stopped to rest. It came as a surprise to her that she already wanted to go this much, but there wasn’t much she could do.
She tried to convince herself that drinking plenty of water was good for her health and that her bladder was large enough to hold it till they reached somewhere she could take a piss. She told herself that it was for such occasions that she had trained herself and she would just have to keep holding till she found someplace suitable for a wee.
On one hand, Nurse Gwedolynn was trying to act like nothing bothered her while her bladder continued to swell further and further, on the other hand keeping her composure was becoming increasingly difficult for the Queen. Charlotte’s bladder had kept her so occupied that she found it difficult to think of things beyond it. Its size was completely grotesque now. She rode in relative silence, looking out of the window of her carriage to take her mind off from her immense need to urinate as all the hot wee swirled around in her aching, ballooning organ and she tried to calm it down again.
Her bladder had no intention of becoming totally comfortable at the moment, but she was able to fight the urge down to a heavy sting so that she could at least continue the ride without much discomfort. The urge increased as time went on, and by the time they stopped to rest after a few hours, panic was climbing up her mind as the mighty Queen tried to compete with mother nature itself.
Her bladder was filled up incredibly and refused to be quiet, and her muscles were tiring from the constant strain needed to keep her urine in check. Her bladder’s massive size told her that it required immediate emptying, and her exhausted muscle was soon going to be unable to prevent the relief from occurring. But the Queen thought back to all her years of bladder training and tried desperately, to muster up some sort of resistance to the high-pressured explosion that was about to take place. She seemed within merely a few seconds of losing all of her pent-up load when suddenly her amazing self-control came to her rescue. Her bladder settled if only slightly, the urine calmed down and she was able to step out of the carriage. She slowly walked to a stand under the shade of an oak, holding her hands in front of her crotch.
Lord Farlen smiled evilly, “My Queen, you might really need to pee by now?”
Charlotte looked at him, I have to piss so badly, I can bring a dead tree back to life, you child! “No, not really, my dear,” she spoke, “I am fine.”
“Well, I was just thinking of letting you go after all” Farlen smirked, “But since you don’t want to go…”
“When?” she asked, trying her best to suppress her desperate need, but the strain in her voice told volumes of how badly she wanted to go, just how badly her bladder was bursting.
“Right now, behind the bushes…” said Farlen smiling widely at her.
Charlotte looked at him angrily, “You know I cannot do that. A proper lady is supposed to act decently at all times!”
“Well then tough luck, my Queen” Farlen said, “At at least I gave you a chance to take a piss.”
Thoughts of rushing to the bushes to take a huge piss raced through the Queen’s mind for a moment, the blissful feeling of unloading an aching bladder, but then she steeled herself, knowing full well that there would be men relieving themselves there as well, and if they found her doing what she was thinking of doing, then her dignity would be burned to ruins and her family name would be botched forever. Hence with great despair and agony, Queen Charlotte said, “I do not need to go, my Lord, I am fine.”
As the riders ahead slowed down, Nurse Gwendolynn breathed a sigh of relief. She had been waiting for this halt for hours now, oh how swollen her bladder had become. Her glee knew no bounds when her cart finally stopped and she was ready to make a run for the bushes when a squire came to her, “Nurse Gwen, Her Highness summons you, at once!”
“Yes, I’ll be there in a moment,” she said as she began to turn towards the trees but was stopped by the boy.
“She has asked you to be there at once, my lady,” he said.
Gwen felt angry, she wanted to take a piss before anything else but knew very well that any delay might anger Her Highness; hence she quietly followed the squire to where the Queen stood, under a tree, “Did you call for me, Your Highness?” Gwen asked.
“Yes, I want you to stay here, I cannot be the only woman standing under the tree while the men eat and water their horses,” she commanded.
At this Farlen giggled, “Well they are going to relieve themselves behind the bushes as well, Your Highness” he said, “Do you need to go behind the bushes too?”
Queen Charlotte felt the rage boiling inside her, “Silence child, you must not speak of such things” she scolded him but gently.
Gwen kept looking at the Queen's feet, not knowing how to react, but more than anything else, she wanted to ask the Queen for her leave so she could go take a piss as well but was too afraid of being denied, hence she stood with hands held near her crotch. Only if she could tell Her Highness just how much water she had before they left this morning, and how difficult it had become to keep holding while on the road. But Gwen stood silently, waiting for the Queen to let her go.
Charlotte stood under the tree feeling the massive rush of water streaming into her already copiously full bladder, she wondered what a mammoth piss it would be when she will finally let it out.
Farlen couldn’t believe that it was just last night that she was rushing to use the privy, maybe it was the effect of the havoc created inside her bladder by the weeing powder, but today it looked as if she had control over her urge, her calm face told that she was still confident of her bladder capacity, though he knew her demonically large vessel had taken the worst beating. She had not taken a single piss in the past eight days and underneath the confident façade, he knew she must be worrying.
When they were ready to leave, Nurse Gwendolynn decided to look for a safe spot where she could go and relieve herself but there were men everywhere and she could not risk being found naked, also there wasn’t enough time as they had already started to move, hence with great pain, she decided to put off her need further, hoping they would reach Tantallon soon.
As they rode, Charlotte discreetly held her jumbo swollen bladder as the carriage creaked on the dusty road. A few hours went by and Farlen could see Her Highness fidgeting in her seat. He had seen the Queen drink so much water all through the way, and the little Lord knew Her Highness must be getting desperate to pee, “My Queen, I suggest we play a small game” he smirked evilly, “If you win, you get to pee but if you lose, you’ll have to hold it.”
“Now there will be no more games, Lord Farlen” the Queen stated, “I’ll pee the first thing when we get to Tantallon.” Finally, the truth was out. Her words gave Farlen an idea of how serious the situation had become. The royal tank was now full. Farlen’s heart raced at her admission and he secretly wished she wet herself before they reached their destination.
Back in her cart, Nurse Gwen was crossing her legs more tightly now. Since they got back on the road, her need to pee had increased rapidly, far more than she had expected, and she was now really desperate, legs twisted tightly together and she was beginning to squirm about to try to find a more comfortable position. Even if she didn’t get any worse, it was going to be a real struggle to hold on for much longer, and if she got any worse at all, then leg crossing might not be enough.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her bladder shut, trying to suppress the ache in her bladder. She tried to convince herself that her bladder was playing her up, and it was not actually full, but she only had to feel her abdomen to know this was not true. There was a pronounced swelling to her normally flat stomach, and it really hurt when the cart went over rocks and potholes. Her bladder was burstingly full, worse than when she usually held for a whole day, and she began to realize that she could be in real trouble. They had been on the road all day and she was frantic to pee, having to really fight to hold it back. She had never imagined that she would fill up so much, and suddenly wetting herself in front of Elizabeth and all the men riding along, became a frighteningly real possibility.
She closed her eyes and tried to close her bladder tightly shut, and succeeded in regaining enough control of her bladder to be able to sit normally and pretend to Elizabeth as if she was enjoying the view of the countryside. By this point, her stomach felt full and painful, and she had to cross her legs. Soon she was shaking with desperation, and her painful moans told Elizabeth that something was wrong, “Nurse Gwen, are you alright?”
“Y-Yes, my child” she lied with a false smile, placing a hand on her aching bladder. But Gwen knew she couldn’t be further from alright, she was already shivering with desperation and she did not know how much longer she could endure this.
She thought that she could have had time to have a wee if the Queen had not stopped her from going. But this would not help her now. She undid the knot on her cincture and removed it to take some pressure off her extremely swollen bladder. Elizabeth noticed this and asked, “Is everything alright, my lady?”
“Y..Yes.. sweet child.. it was just making me uncomfortable, so I took it off, that’s all” Gwendolynn said in a pained voice. She was breathing deeply. She hoped they stopped somewhere she could piss before it was too late. It felt like everything had been against her today. She started to blame herself - if only she'd been a little selfish and taken a piss first before going to the Queen! If only Her Highness had not stopped her from relieving herself! She didn't care about anything else right now - all that she wanted was to not have to piss so badly!
She was fighting a losing battle in her mind, submerged in the thoughts of desperately needing a wee, when Elizabeth suddenly spoke up, “My lady, why don’t we sing a song to pass the time? Shall we start with ‘The Lord’s Mercy’?”
Gwen’s heart started to beat faster when she heard this, she was so desperate she wasn’t even able to think straight, “I-I.. I really think you should sing, dear” Gwedolynn said, holding her bladder as her piss wobbled inside it beating the walls of her very aching organ.
“Oh, but you told me this was your favorite song, isn’t it?” the girl asked.
“Y-Yes..it is..” the Nurse said, “But I really can’t sing right now, my sweet child,” she said giving her crotch a quick but gentle squeeze, her voice shaking with acute desperation. She could not care less about the song right now - she urgently needed to get somewhere and empty her bladder.
To her respite, the dirt road soon came to an end and they came to a stone-paved and metaled road that came straight from the gates of Boḫārā. The city was still a few miles away but Gwendolynn found her breathing ease a bit, she thought "Well, at least there won't be any pain from the potholes!".
They were now in the most beautiful and the most populous land of the Twelve Kingdoms, the Land of Greens, the domain of House Gardener, the Lords of Tantallon. These lands were a vast expanse of fields and farms, lakes and rivers, hills and woods and fragrant meadows, mills and mines, dotted with ancient castles, small villages and thriving market towns. It was in these green fields that chivalry was born; the gallant knights and fair maids of the Land of Greens were celebrated throughout the Twelve Kingdoms by the singers, whose own traditions first took root here as well.
Once and always a great realm, these lands had been many things to its people: the most populous, fertile, and powerful domain in the twelve kingdoms, its wealth was second to none and these lands had always been a seat of learning; a center of music, culture, and all the arts, from witchcraft to wizardry. It was the breadbasket of all the kingdoms; a center of trade; a home to wise and noble lords, dread sorcerers, and the most beautiful women in the entire realm. Built on the banks of the river Leadon was the ancient city Boḫārā, known as the City of Merchants. Three hills crowned the city from within. And on the tallest one was built Tantallon, rightly hailed as the most beautiful castle in the kingdoms. The Leadon itself, which flowed outside the eastern walls of the city, was the longest and broadest river in the Twelve Kingdoms.
Gwendolynn was filled with joy and relief to see the massive walls of the city on the horizon. Oh, she could not wait to get to the castle and take a piss. But then suddenly, it happened. A sudden jolt on the wheel of the cart sent waves of agony ripping through her bladder. The pressure on her crotch disappeared and the sudden movement made her pee hole open for a moment to leak a squirt of pee into her smallclothe. She regained control and squirmed in her seat. She was beyond desperate. She hadn't been to the privy for hours now and was absolutely bursting for a wee. Her bladder was screaming at her for relief. She closed her eyes and brought her face up, as if praying to the almighty to grant her strength so she could endure the short ride left from here to the castle. “Aaaahh!” a pained groan escaped her throat as she held her bladder.
Elizabeth began to worry, “Is everything alright, my lady?” she held Gwen’s shoulder. The Nurse’s expression and voice made her look like a pregnant lady who was just moments away from giving birth. But the words that came out of her mouth startled Elizabeth, “I..I.. I am dying for a piss, child,” Nurse Gwen grimaced slightly, her eyes still closed as she fought to hold back her piss for a few minutes more.
As they moved forward, Farlen’s mouth gaped wide as he realized it was all like he had heard about in the stories, looking out of the window in astonishment at the huge walls of the city. Even from this distance, the fabled wall was as formidable as he had thought it would be. He then turned his head and noticed that Charlotte was sitting much stiffer than before. A vein was popping on her forehead by when the carriage rode past the last outpost. She had been containing a raging tempest of piss inside her bladder that threatened to cause a mass explosion at any moment. Yet all that pressure, frustration and liquid was sealed inside the walls of the Queen’s mighty vessel, safely.
“Oh, I can’t wait to get to that damned castle” Charlotte sighed in pain, “I need a piss as long as the river Dames!” Farlen knew there was no stopping her now, Charlotte absolutely was going to the privy when they reached the castle.
Men stood on the walls of the city beating gongs to herald the coming of the royal guests, while others blew curious horns that encircled their bodies like great bronze snakes. A column of knights emerged from the city as her honor guards who were dressed in full plate armors, while their horses were dressed in blankets of a hundred different hues.
The massive wooden gate opened as the royal party approached, and the guardsmen sprang into action, shouting commands and moving the carts and foot traffic aside to let the column pass. As the entourage passed beneath the gate into the stink of the city, everyone tired from the long exhausting journey, Gwendolynn saw eyes everywhere, people gathering to see the new guests in the city. Against the wall of the baked brick houses, farmers stood beside their wagons, bellowing out, “Apples, the best apples,” and “Melons, sweet as honey, pears, quinces, peaches, strawberries, raspberries, red currants and dates” and “Turnips, onions, roots, here you go here, here you go, turnips, onions, roots, here you go here.”
She was pressing harder and harder against her crotch as she wanted to pee more and more desperately, determined that somehow she was going to make herself wait till they reached the castle which she could see over the other buildings, high on the hill far away. She was telling herself that she just had to hold her piss, that women like her didn’t wet their small clothes in public, and not in a cart with so many strangers watching, and it was only a matter of will-power and strength, and she could wait. Fighting to hold back her piss, she was hardly bothered whether Elizabeth or anyone else could see what she was doing or not, the only thing that mattered to her was not peeing in her smallclothe.
“Are you going to make it?” Elizabeth asked. But Gwen did not answer, she did not have the reserves of strength left to utter even a single word. She saw all the people who lined the streets and who were watching from their balconies to get a glimpse of the King and Queen. She could feel herself losing control, somewhere inside her something was giving up the struggle, the pressure was just too great to bear any more, and however hard she pressed her bunched fingers into her crotch, she was afraid that she was finally losing the battle. Suddenly she was wracked by a spasm of desperation that she simply could not control. She leaned forward, as she tried to press her fingers even harder into her crotch, telling herself that she could not give up, but something inside her was demanding she pee with such an intensity that she felt her bladder give way and let go off a spurt of pee.
Almost out of her mind with desperation, Nurse Gwen tried telling herself that she could not wet herself in public, that she simply had to hold it, and next time she let go like that she had to ignore the pain and simply force herself to keep the piss inside her, but the reality was that she simply could not control her bladder anymore. The hard swollen bulge that was stretching the front of her dress was proof enough that she was full to the absolute limit, and her bladder could not hold any more piss.
She was still squeezing her crotch with one hand, determined not to give up without a fight, but the surges of desperation were too much to control. Her stomach hurt so much, and she wanted to pee so desperately that she didn’t want to suffer another second. Her body was begging her to give up the fight, to just let all that pent up liquid come pouring out, and to be comfortable again. But she kept telling herself again and again that they were just a few minutes away from the castle, and once they reached there, she would make a mad dash to the first privy they had. But it took the most supreme effort of will power for her to force herself to continue to try to hold on, to try and preserve some shred dignity and maybe hide that she was losing control in her smallclothe. Though Gwendolynn wanted to hold it at all costs until she made it to the castle, she was certain there was no way she would be able to do it. The castle of Tantallon was in sight, her salvation only a few more minutes away if the crowded streets quickly gave way to their column, but Nurse Gwendolynn realized it was simply too much risk. She was absolutely bursting and leaking already, she knew she was going to lose it any moment from now on. She realized that she had no other option, she had to urgently relieve herself and now, before her tortured overfull bladder emptied itself. And then she let out another spurt into her already soaked smallclothe, “Stop! Stop! Stop!” she patted the cartman’s shoulder as she lifted her butt from the seat.
“My Lady…” Elizabeth sighed as the cart came to a halt, but before she could say anything, Gwendolynn was off the cart and she started to walk as quickly as she could, whilst maintaining pressure on her crotch. She walked down the street when she felt an involuntary contraction and another squirt of wee escaped into her clothes. She realized that her bladder must have reached its absolute physical capacity and was slowly leaking as more was added. Her smallclothe was already soaked.
Frantically, she tried to look for a place to piss, but it was all a crowded market place, full of people. She walked as fast as she could to find somewhere she could have a little privacy, but after two paces, the motion hurt her swollen bladder too much, and she was forced to walk, one hand jammed between her legs, biting her lip, with short, stiff-legged steps. Standing up, legs uncrossed, trying to walk as fast as she could, the urge to pee was far worse than sitting in the cart, and quite uncontrollable. “Oh goodness!” Trickles of piss running down her legs as she walked, leaking past her fingers, soaking the front of her dress where it was pressed into her crutch, Gwendolynn was hopelessly out of control, she simply could not stop urinating. Maybe she had made a mistake stepping out of the cart. Maybe if she had kept sitting, she would have made it to the castle but it was too late to think of it now. She was panicking. But finally, to her immense respite, she found an alleyway in between the street shops. The modicum of privacy she was in dire need of. She tried to run, or at least walk faster, anything to get to the relief and privacy of the alley, though she was beyond being able to take notice of whether anyone was noticing her plight.
When she finally made it to the alley, she walked a few steps further in to get as far away from the street as she could, though she could not go very far as her swollen bladder threatened to explode then and there. Though she could see men talking, women at the hawkers and children running on the street, Nurse Gwendolynn was beyond caring anymore. Quickly leaning on her left to the wall and pulling the back of her dress up around her waist, she bent down a little on her knees to form a squatting pose but with her butt still high above the ground, before she quickly reached her right hand over her arse and pulled her drenched smallclothe aside, away from her crotch, and then at that very moment without her permission the floodgates opened. There was a hissing sound as a fine stream started before she suddenly started to let loose a torrent equal to a full bore horsepiss. “Aaaahhhh!” she moaned in relief as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, her heart pounding and her head pulsing in respite. She had been in such panic and worry. It had been a very close thing. She had always been a forceful pisser, but had never gone with that much pressure before, and never had she gone on for so long, a never-ending stream.
Finally, after all these hours, her pained bladder was releasing. Gwen looked near her feet and saw her warm urine running down the alley towards the street. Though she could not see her stream, she could feel it rushing out of her and she was amazed she held this much for so long. She sighed deeply from the relief. She was quite used to holding for a long time, but this really burst her bladder. She was now standing over a vast-forming puddle. Her legs were shaking with the huge relief that was surging through her body. Her deep blue eyes closed shut with relief as her beautiful lips moaned in absolute relief. And she continued to urinate profusely. The gushing stream, complete with hiss, continued. She was worried the hissing from the escaping pee would be audible to anybody on the street. It was huge piss and it was taking her forever to empty her bladder. Her poor bladder, which had held on for so long, was still very full and emptying forcefully. She was astounded at the amount of time she'd been weeing for; her knees were getting stiff from being in the slightly bent position for so long! At the same time, she was glad she'd made the decision to give up and find a place to pee when she did. If she'd have tried to stay the course and reach the castle, she'd probably have ended up having an embarrassing accident - and a major one at that.Poor Gwen kept peeing, the thunderous sound of her urine splashing on the cold stone alley. It was a piss like no other, she just kept going and going and going, and luckily for her, no one on the street had noticed her yet but she knew it won’t be long before someone did. Here she was weeing uncontrollably in a dark alley just a few feet away from a busy street and people of Boḫārā had been kind enough or ignorant enough not to notice her yet. But at least her front was covered for the passersby. Her shoulders drooped in relief as she kept peeing continuously. She looked on as her urine started to pool on the street right outside the alley and a few unaware people stepped on it, it was embarrassing but she had no other choice. She was still feeling the copious stream of urine rushing out of her when suddenly a really handsome man turned into the alley. Nurse Gwendolynn bowed her head down in shame and continued to do what she was doing as he walked past her, at first he was confused to find a woman in the alley. But his eyes widened in shock when he crossed her and saw the size of the puddle and the thick stream that was gushing out of her so ferociously. She must have been holding really long to be so desperate, the man thought before he fastened his steps and walked off as quickly as he could. This was the most embarrassing day of Nurse Gwen's life. After a very long time, the gushing stream died down and a steady flow replaced it. It went on for a while before the flow gave way to a series of ongoing squirts as her bladder finally emptied itself. It still ached intensely, from the extreme pressure which it had endured. Squirt after squirt continued as her bladder emptied the final remaining contents onto the floor, to add to the considerable puddle that was slowly moving down towards the busy street.
After a couple of minutes, Nurse Gwendolynn was sure she'd finished. She took a deep breath and took in the blissful feeling of an empty bladder as she gingerly adjusted her smallclothe back to its place and pulled down the back of her dress so it covered her legs. She had been on the verge of a massive uncontrollable accident - in fact, she'd started having one. She didn’t think she had ever peed so long before. She felt an unpleasant coldness where the wet patch of her undergarment touched her crotch. She was in a mess. Her smallclothe was soaked, the front of her dress was wet where she had been holding her crutch, her legs were wet all down the inside, and even her shoes were wet. She stepped carefully away from the puddle on the ground and looked in astonishment at how much she'd been holding in. She didn't believe she could keep so much in.Finally, with a deep sigh of relief, Gwen held her hands in front of her crotch to hide the wet patch she had made on her dress when she lost control before she walked out of the alley. When she came out on the streets, back to the colorful and noisy city, she saw her cart still waiting for her a few shops away, she saw Elizabeth waving at her. She walked towards it with shaking steps, partially because she was gripped with the embarrassment of what she had just done and that a total stranger had seen her doing it and also because of the immense relief she was feeling right now. She noticed how it was much easier to walk now her bladder was empty! Gwendolynn climbed onto the cart and finally sighed with pursed lips, before she whispered, “That was really close” to Elizabeth as the cart started moving.
When the royal entourage reached the castle courtyard, the two young daughters of Lord Thames saw them first and raced across the lawns to greet them, followed more sedately by their mother Julia, a pleasant looking woman. Lord Gardener himself came out of the castle doors a moment later, followed by three of his household guards. He was punctilious in matters of behavior for himself as well as others, and he greeted the King and Queen Mother and their travel companions with grave courtesy.
Lord Thames personally walked Queen Charlotte and Lord Farlen to their chambers. He walked ever so slowly while having an arm around hers. For a moment she thought of asking his leave to rush ahead of him to use the privy but Charlotte knew that would be disgraceful. She tried her hardest to maintain her calm and walked till the door of her chambers, “We’d be waiting for you to join us for the feast, my Queen” Lord Thames said in his heavy earthen voice, “And you too Lord Farlen.”
“It would be a pleasure for us to join you, my Lord” Her Highness said and with that Lord Thames bowed with a smile, turned around and left.
The Queen pressed her thighs tightly together and stormed inside the room making a dash towards the privy. Farlen was ready to hear the massive outpouring of urine once the Queen got inside. Charlotte walked quickly towards the privy door, as Farlen watched her, his heart pounded with excitement as he witnessed the final throes of the Queen’s desperation. She raced, ready to feel the salvation of a big piss but unfortunately for her, when she tried to push the privy door open, it refused to budge. She groaned in desperation and agony as she tried tugging on the handle once more but to no gain, the large oak wood door did not move.
“Why wouldn’t it open?” she complained, trying the push the door a few more times, only to realize that maybe it was jammed. Farlen found a smile running through his face. So close to relief and yet the poor Queen couldn’t have it.
“Oh child, I am dying for a piss here!” she bent forward a bit trying to gain some control over her teemed bladder, one hand still on the handle of the door while the other holding her thigh.
Farlen had never seen Queen Charlotte this desperate before. He knew he had to do something or else Her Highness would lose this battle, “My Queen, I don’t think it would be a problem for you if you didn’t get to pee. Don’t you remember, you told me your bladder was cast iron and the royal tank never breaks?”
“Oooohhh! B-But…!” she wailed.
“You cannot be weak, Your Highness,” the boy said, “A Queen does not need to piss!”
“Y-yes..!” she mumbled, “You are right! I don’t need to piss! I am the Queen and I can hold it as long as I wish to!”
“Yes!” he beamed with joy as he saw the Queen straighten herself.
“I will not give in to the urge to piss no matter how much my bladder aches, it will stay tight shut,” she said in a firm voice, her stern face speaking volumes of how hard she was trying not to burst in her smallclothes. After Lord Farlen went to the corner to use the chamber pot, much to Queen Charlotte’s frustration and annoyance, they both took chances quickly changing their clothes in the dressing room before Lord Thames came to escort them to the great hall. Her Highness thought of telling Lord Thames of the problem of the jammed privy door but then decided against it, as she thought it would be shameful to tell anyone about her need to relieve herself.
A pair of double doors welcomed them into the Great Hall. Charlotte had heard many a time of the strange and splendid hall of Tantallon but had never seen it for herself before. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out. The hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles placed on the walls and stands and over four long tables, where the lords, ladies and knights sat feasting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where sat the Gardeners, Lady Julia, her daughters Katherine and Isabelle and her son Willas. King Iwan too sat at the center of the table and Charlotte and Lord Thames joined them along with Farlen.
Little Farlen had never seen such food before; course after course after course, so much that he could not manage more than a bite or two of each dish. There were great joints of deers roasted with leeks, venison pies chunky with carrots, bacon, and mushrooms, mutton chops sauced in honey and cloves, honey-mustard eggs, savory duck, peppered boar, goose, skewers of pigeon and capon, beef-and-barley stew, cold fruit soup, pork pot pies, stuffed with pork, bacon, and layered between pastry dough, seasoned with salt, pepper, sage, and other rich spices.
Lord Wilbert had brought twenty casks of fish from Warbrooke packed in salt and seaweed; whitefish and winkles, crabs and mussels, clams, herring, cod, salmon, lobsters and lampreys. There was black bread and honeycakes and oaten biscuits; there were turnips and peas and beets, beans and squash and huge red onions; there were baked æppels and berry tarts and pears poached in strongwine. Wheels of white cheese were set at every table, and flagons of hot spice wine and chilled autumn ale were passed up and down the tables.
Queen Charlotte did not care that her bladder was absolutely filled with gallons worth of piss, all she knew was that she was at a feast and she had to look calm and composed and drink enough to a be a respectful amount for the Queen. She gulped pint after pint of cold beer one after the other and her bladder did more swelling than she thought possible. Beer cannot break iron, she told herself.
King Iwan and his would-be wife, Lady Katherine sat next to each other at the high table. Katherine couldn’t take her eyes off the charming King and neither could he stop looking at her.
“Why don’t you join me in my chambers for some wine and a game of Conjurer’s chess, my King?” Lady Katherine asked, whispering to make sure no one heard them. Though she doubted anyone could hear them over the sounds of cutlery and drunken men singing and hollering.
“Oh, b-but..” the boy was mesmerized with the beauty she was, “..d-don’t you think it’ll be too late? Shouldn’t we wait for the morrow?”
“My father has planned to send us on a hunt tomorrow, and I suppose we won’t be having enough alone time then” she reasoned.
“I see” Iwan noted.
“You don’t need to think too much, my King” she said and he smiled at her.
“Mother, will you excuse us for a moment, I and Lady Katherine are going to the balcony to get some fresh air” Iwan said as he stood up.
“S-Sure” Charlotte answered, battling the ache in her very swollen bladder, “…but make sure you’ve eaten well before that.”
Iwan nodded and soon found himself walking side by side with Lady Katherine through the cold corridors of the castle towards her chambers. He got in to find it was stifling hot inside. Iwan saw there was a blazing fire in the grate. Lying close to the bed was a large rug made from the skin of a beastly looking saber-toothed tiger. He found books lying on the table: Dragon Species of Yanwath and Thornbury; From Egg to Inferno, A Dragon Keeper's Guide. Lady Katherine’s quarters surely had a lot to explore.
“So, my King, how do you like Tantallon?” she asked, taking out her wooden chess box from the exquisitely crafted wardrobe.
“It is indeed the most beautiful castle I’ve ever seen, my lady” he said with a smile, “Though I must say, I have found something even more beautiful here.”
Her cheeks flushed red and she sat down quickly, opening the wooden box over the table. He smiled. They started with a game of Conjurer’s chess. This was exactly like playing with the wooden chess pieces except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Katherine's set was very old and battered. Like everything else in her room, it had once belonged to someone else in her family -- in this case, her grandfather, Lord Louis Gardener, the fourth of his name. However, old chessmen weren't a disadvantage at all. Katherine knew them so well that they obeyed her commands without any questions.
Iwan’s chessmen didn't trust him at all. He wasn't a very good player to begin with and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. "Don't send me there, can't you see her knight? Send him, we can afford to lose him." It was not very long before Iwan found all his pieces taken out, Lady Katherine was very good at this but he didn’t regret losing to this beautiful girl one bit.
"Well, that was something," Iwan muttered.
“Don’t be sad that you lost, my King” Katherine spoke haughtily, “I’ve been practicing since I was eight.”
“No, I am not sad at all, my lady” Iwan said, "…but, can we have a window open? I'm boiling."
"Can't, Your Highness, sorry," said Katherine. Iwan noticed her glance at the fire. He looked at it, too.
"My Lady -- what's that?" But he already knew what it was. In the very heart of the fire, was a huge, black egg. How hadn’t he noticed it before?
"Ah," said Katherine, fiddling nervously with the chess piece in her hand, "That's er..."
"Where did you get that, my lady?" said Iwan, crouching over the fire to get a closer look at the egg. "It must've cost you a fortune."
"Well, gold has never been short for us Gardeners," said Katherine in a shaky and anxious voice. "The person who sold it to me was quite glad to get rid of it, to be honest. But I am happy, I always wanted a dragon since I was a little girl,” said Katherine.
"But it's against the laws of the realm," said Iwan. "Dragon breeding was outlawed by the Warlocks' Council centuries ago, everyone knows that. They are dangerous creatures and have been known to cause serious burns to people around them and in worse cases eat men alive, you can't tame dragons, it's dangerous.”
“I know, but I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to own one, to sit upon one as it soared the skies,” Katherine said with a glint in her eyes.
"But I suppose there aren't any wild dragons in the kingdoms?" asked Iwan.
"Of course there are," said Katherine. "Common Barmoor Green and Bolsoverian Blacks, but they are very-very rare and most of them die even before they are a few months old. The people have preserved the unhatched eggs for hundreds of years now, but it takes great skill and patience to hatch one.”
"But what are you going to do with it when it's hatched?" asked the young King.
“Well, I've been doing some reading”, said Katherine, “Keep the egg in the fire, because their mothers breathe on them, see, and when it hatches, feed it on a bucket of spirit mixed with chicken blood every half hour. And how to recognize different eggs -- what I got there's a Beestonian Ridgeback. They died out a hundred years before the others so their eggs are the hardest to find."
She came up next to him and stoked the fire for a minute before she groaned and made a painful face, “Oh, my sweet King, spare me for a moment, I am dying for a piss here, you don’t mind if I visit the privy, do you?”
Iwan was shocked and felt his groin tighten, his ears hot and cheeks blushing with arousal, it was the most exciting for him to know that this beautiful girl had to pee really badly and the way she admitted about it so openly, Iwan had always liked hearing about women desperate for a pee, it was a dream come true for him, “W-we’ll of course you may, my lady.”
“I-I am really sorry, Your Highness” Katherine bobbed on her knees, “But this is a matter that cannot wait any longer, I haven’t been since morning,” she said as she turned around and made her way towards the privy door. Iwan kept looking at her as she went in. As Iwan stood wondering what was happening inside, feeling the tightness in his breeches grow, there came a knock on the chamber door.
“Open this thing up you tavern slut!” It was a feminine voice but a scary one nonetheless. Iwan though startled and confused, went up to open the door and found Lady Isabelle standing outside with her hands placed on her hips. Katherine’s sister was as beautiful as her if not more and Iwan was confused who he liked better.
“Oh, my apologies, Your Highness” she started, “I didn’t hope to find you here, do you know where my sister is?”
“Oh, er- she is using the privy” Iwan blushed. They could hear the faint sound of a gusher of piss running into the privy hole and Iwan imagined the relief flowing through the girl’s body. A few minutes later, Katherine stepped out of the privy after reliving her bladder of a pee she had been longing to take since morning.
“So! You lost!” Isabelle walked past the King towards her sister, Katherine was shocked to find Isabelle in her chambers, “You finally peed, I guess you couldn’t hold it back anymore! That proves I can hold it longer than you! I haven’t been since morning either and I drank way more than you did!” she said proudly.
“Well I don’t think that to be true, even you know that I usually drink more than you, I even had a few cups of wine during the feast” Katherine shot back, “My bladder had been filling since morning, I am sure yours is nowhere as full as mine had been.”
“Well, you are certainly mistaken on that and I am going to prove it to you” Isabelle glared angrily at her sister before she walked towards the privy herself, she stepped in but purposely forgot to shut the door. All of a sudden a loud hissing noise began to come from behind the door, as Lady Isabelle was undoubtedly experiencing an amazingly relieving piss. Iwan could feel his breeches getting tighter and tighter. His face also turned beet red as he noticed Lady Katherine looking at him. Isabelle’s torrent continued unabated while they both stood there, listening to the roaring pee that was going on inside. The clattering sound of piss pouring into the side of the privy hole coming mere feet from them was too loud to be ignored. After what seemed like an age to Iwan but was probably a good five minutes, the sound finally trickled to a halt and the beautiful lady Isabelle came out of the privy.
King Iwan’s hands and legs were shaking with pure excitement as Isabelle came to stand before her sister with a proud look on her face but Katherine looked unimpressed, “Huh, you call that a piss? I could piss like that with my bladder only half full.”
“Aye, right, your tinkles are smallest in the Twelve Kingdoms and you don’t deserve to call yourself a Lady” Isabelle shot back.
“We’ll see about that on the morrow” Katherine answered.
“We will” Isabelle repeated before she began to leave, “Good night, Your Highness,” she said, before stepping out and closing the door behind her with a huge thud.
“What a bitch” Katherine sounded her annoyance but was quick to realize her mistake, “Oh, my apologies Your Highness, I totally forgot you were still here, I shouldn’t be using such profanities in the presence of the royalty.”
“Well, umm that’s alright,” Iwan said, he had never heard anyone pee so loudly before and he felt like his head was about to explode. These two sisters undoubtedly had large bladders and they didn’t mind flaunting their holding prowess. Iwan was sure he was going to enjoy this. |
DAY-X
The Guards of Ravenswood
With the first rays of the warm morning sun, Charlotte’s eyes peeked open as the sweet chirping of birds filled the chambers. She tried to sit up but felt an immense increase in pressure as she did so. Her bladder was now rock hard. The full effects of the nine pints of beer from the feast last night had filled out most of the empty nooks and crevices of her capacity, and now she felt that her bladder was stretched tight. She was very, very full, and her piss tank felt heavy in her belly. Getting up was a difficult task, but she completed it nonetheless.
She walked slowly to the privy and tried to push open the door again, but still, it did not move. The Queen didn’t know what to do. She had been holding her waters for a whopping nine days now and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding. Her bladder felt so swollen and full she just wanted to empty it but then she remembered her years of training to become a proper lady. No great lady ever let her body overcome her mind. Charlotte knew she had to hold it no matter how badly she needed to go. Thus, controlling her need, Her Highness summoned Elizabeth. The girl helped the Queen dress in a silk amber gown before tying her hair neatly in front of the mirror, and all the while Her Highness kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and bobbing up and down on her knees while she stood.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” Elizabeth inquired, watching her Queen squirming in urgent desperation.
“Yes, I am,” Charlotte said, “Now go, and wait till I call for you!” The servant girl bowed and left and when she did Farlen sat up on his bed.
“How are you doing, my Queen?” he said rubbing his eyes after what felt like an eternity of sleep.
“Oh, what must I say?” Charlotte said, “See how full my bladder has become” she sighed, turning towards the boy, holding her inflated stomach with both her hands.
Farlen’s eyes widened in shock and amazement, he couldn’t believe how massive her bulge looked, “You must be bursting, my Queen!”
“I am, my morning urge to piss is at its highest right now…” she said.
“D-do you want me to call someone to help you with the privy door?” Farlen asked, worried at how serious the situation was becoming.
“No, you mustn’t do that!” Charlotte shushed him, “It would be an embarrassment like no other if someone came to know that I cannot get into the privy. It would be better if we just kept it a secret and look for some other way before my bladder bursts!”
Far away from there, amidst the woods, Iwan looked on in amazement as the giant cheetahs sat gracefully, handled by their caretakers on the horse drawn carts that dragged on the stony road that was a little more than two ruts amongst the dense forest.
Though it was the norm to use hounds for a hunt, the dogs lacked the ability to follow the scent of the quarry, and run it down. Hence, the people of Boḫārā for centuries had been using cheetahs for the chase. The cats were trained especially to kill the deer that roamed aplenty in these woods. The hunters would use their dogs to bring the concealed prey out in the open, after which a cheetah was set upon it to kill it. Big as lions, the cats’ furs were golden spotted with black all over, sparkling in the fresh rays of the morning sun that filtered through the roof of leaves above. As they rode, King Iwan asked the man who sat in the cart with one of the cheetahs, “What’s his name?”
“Tansy, my King” he replied, running his hand over the head of his cat. She purred in response. There were two more cheetahs with them on another pair of carts, one of which was named King George after Iwan’s own great grandfather and the other Neckbreaker, for the animal always killed its prey by breaking its neck. The forests of these lands were filled with such magnificent beasts, shrub oxen, dire wolves, mammoths, saber-toothed tigers, cave bears, and aurochs. It had always been a place of great game.
Iwan wondered what adventures awaited them. They had set off from the city early in the morning when the dew lay on the grass, up through the forest to a high saddle in the mountains and down on to their sunny northern slopes where one looked across the green wolds of the country. They were secured back and front by four guardsmen in mailed shirts and coifs, and Edgar, Late Lord Louis Gardener’s ward.
Edgar's father, who was the Lord of Rivington, had fought in the War of the Three Roberts, assisting Lord Louis’ forces with his own small retinue. The War of the Three Roberts was a brief rebellion of three Southern Lords, all called Robert, against King Owain, Iwan’s father.
Owain had succeeded his father King Henry without disturbances. However, like his father he had to cope with the restless Southern Lords, who for long had wanted a free dominion.
The King had attempted at conciliation with his cousin Duke Robert II of Warbrooke, however Robert—called "the Wrangler"— refused the offer.
Duke Robert continued to plan a rebellion against the throne, but the King, informed of his cousin’s motives, marched against Warbrooke and occupied Robert's castle, and the Duke had to flee to the court of his ally Geoffrey II of Netley.
Later that year, King Owain decided to march against Lord Robert of Malbork, who had joined hands with Robert of Warbrooke. But plague and the onset of winter had forced the King to lift the siege and withdraw back to Godswick. But Robert of Malbork gave chase and destroyed the royal rearguard.
The conflict only grew in the coming year: while the King’s troop invaded the Duchy of Malbork and enforced the submission by Duke Robert, a new conspiracy arose. The conspirators—Robert II of Warbrooke, the recently deposed Robert of Malbork, and the Duke of Stratford, Lord Robert I the Younger, joined hands and even had the support of the Church.
In times of such peril, King Owain relied on the assistance of Lord Louis Gardener of Tantallon who had long been his father’s friend. Lord Peter of Sherborne and Lord Merek Torrington of Longford also came forward on their King’s summon. The King gathered his forces and attacked Lake Town, where the rebels had assembled. Finally, in the Holy Month of September, the town surrendered due to his siege tactics and at the Easter court next year, at the capital, the three insurrectionists were punished. The three Dukes were banished: Robert the Wrangler was imprisoned in the custody of Bishop Folcmar of Beaufront; Robert of Stratford lost his Duchy to his vassal Lord Edwin of Rutherglen, son of Adamm the Red, while Lord Robert of Malbork was arrested in St. Mawes but was released after the midsummer of July.
During the entire conflict, Edgar's father served well under Lord Gardener. Through their good relationship, Lord Louis agreed to foster his son Edgar at Tantallon, a great honor for a lesser House. Edgar then came to Tantallon when he was seven years old, bringing along all he owned in a sack.
There he befriended Lord Louis’ granddaughters Katherine and Isabelle. His skill at arms grew with him and at the age of seventeen, he became a member of the household guard at Tantallon. But swords and arrows were not the only things that held the boy’s interest. He secretly enjoyed it when pretty girls with huge bladders could hold their piss for hours on end, building up real gushers. And in this regard, he was fortunate. Ladies Katherine and Isabelle possessed the biggest bladders of anyone he had known. He loved nothing more than to see Katherine and Isabelle fill themselves up with drink after drink, and watch them hold it all in without complaint.
Even today, he expected to see both the sisters drink plenty of water and wine through the hunt that he hoped would make them desperate by the time they took their road back to the castle.
Katherine’s friend Marianne Rolfe had also accompanied them. She was the daughter of Sadon Rolfe, the steward of Tantallon, and had been with Katherine like a shadow since they were little children. As much as she liked Katherine, Marianne always mocked Isabelle calling her grumpy face, smirking at her and mocking her whenever she was near.
It was a pleasant summer morning and they all were led north by Lark and his hounds, away from the lake, following a farm road across the fields and into the deeper woods. As they rode, Katherine kept taking swigs from the flask of water she had carried. She looked beautiful, with her brown eyes sparkling under the rays of the morning sun and her gorgeous brown hair running down the back of her smooth pink dress. Her beauty made Iwan’s heart skip a beat.
Isabelle looked beautiful too. She had been sipping from her skin of water as well, while Marianne had already drunk loads of water before leaving the castle, but she had been taking timely swallows from her own flask. The horses whinnied and scuffed as they rode. The weather was still cold and agreeable and it was a delight to ride through the forest at this time.
Katherine was soon done with her water skin and began with the canteen of wine she had brought along while listening to the sweet humming of birds through the branches over her head.
The girls still looked confident and carefree but all that water had already started catching up to them and they were beginning to feel all of it rushing into their bladders. Marianne had taken out her flask of wine too and was sipping from it from time to time. Isabelle, on the other hand, waited for a while before starting with hers.
Soon, the skin of water and the flask of wine that each girl had carried ran empty. King Iwan was more than happy to share his canteen with Katherine while Isabelle took from Edgar and Marianne drank from the skins the men had carried with them on the carts.
By now, the King had noticed Edgar taking timely glances at the girls drinking from the skins. “You like it when they drink like that don’t you?” Iwan said in a low voice as they rode abreast.
“W-What? N-no, my King! Not at all! But why do you think so?” he said, surprised at the sudden question, his hands began to shake with the fear as he held the reins of his horse.
“I saw you staring at them while they drank all that water, you are keeping count of how much they are drinking aren’t you?”
Poor Edgar felt his throat dry and his heart pounding, “N-no, no, my King! That is not the truth at all!”
“You don’t have to hide it from me, I know you like watching them drink like that. And if I may admit, then I too am fond of watching a girl drink a lot and then hold it for a really long time” King Iwan said softly, making sure no one could hear them.
“R-really? W-Would that be true, Your Highness?” Edgar asked, feeling comforted to hear the King’s admission and knowing that he was not alone in his perversion.
“Yes, I really do,” Iwan said, “Now tell me, what you have seen?”
“W-well, I saw Lady Isabelle drink so much water before we left the castle, I wonder if she needs to empty herself at all, she hasn’t taken a piss this entire time. She has got to be really filling up,” Edgar told His Highness and Iwan was happy to know that.
“I know, Lady Katherine must be filling fast too! She has been holding since I met her for breakfast, I swear she is a horse. She had three pots of tea when we sat down to eat, so she must soon be bursting!” Iwan replied softly.
“You can already see their bladders!” Edgar said excitedly. It was true, as they rode along; Iwan saw that the girls had developed little paunches that bulged over their dresses. The King wondered how much they had inside their bladders.
Soon they stopped to water their horses and refill their canteens by the brook, the sound of water clattering over the stones filling the air with its sweet melodious hymn. The girls’ bladders were swelling with each passing minute now and the King and Edgar wondered what more water would do to them. They were back on their way before long and the ladies began to drink from their skins of water while the boys tried to hide their excitement. They shot each other looks of glee at the thought of all that liquid rushing into the girls’ already stretched bladders. The ride from there was more than an hour long, and soon the shared wine skins ran empty as well. Iwan and Edgar could barely pay attention to anything else because they were too occupied watching the girls’ ever-expanding bladders.
It was obvious that the drinks were filling the impressive capacities of Ladies Katherine and Isabelle and their friend Marianne, but none of the girls looked even slightly uncomfortable. They simply rode through the forest, though they now had melon-sized lumps protruding from their bellies. The veneur led the hunting party deeper into the woods, and when Iwan took a swig from his flask of water, Katherine made a crack about how he must watch what he drank if at all he wanted to make it back to the castle without being caught short.
“That is true,” Isabelle chimed in, “Boys really can’t hold their bladders very well at all.”
“Oh, is that so? You girls wouldn’t be able to last another hour if you drank anymore!” he challenged back playfully. Of course, he didn’t know if that was true, but he found it really exciting to dare them.
“We’ll see who needs to piss during the hunt, and who has enough self-control to actually hold it till they get back to the castle,” Isabelle said proudly and Iwan and Edgar could only feel their hearts pumping faster in response.
They stopped again for a short while to eat a quick nibble of bread and passing chunks of yellow cheese from hand to hand. After they were done eating, the three girls came up to where Iwan and Edgar stood and gave a wry smile, saying, “See? All that water and wine and not a single piss, no problem for a Lady,” Katherine stood with her hands crossed under her bosom, her bladder very swollen and round. Isabelle nodded in agreement, rubbing her abdomen, “Yeah, stretched out but no problem at all! Why don’t you men just admit that we girls can hold it for a really long time?”
“Well, I guess you ladies were right. You really can hold it for a long time. But I and Edgar are going to go behind the bushes now, and we bet you’ll have to go too. I bet you three have been dying to go behind the bushes too so you could relieve yourselves.”
Katherine laughed playfully before replying, “That is not the truth at all, my sweet King. You two go ahead and relieve yourselves. We would be fine with skipping our piss, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, of course,” sweet Marianne answered, “I don’t need to go at all.”
“That is right,” Isabelle chimed in, “I barely feel anything inside my bladder.”
Iwan and Edgar smiled before they went into the bushes, and Edgar started talking, “Oh my God, did you see Marianne’s bladder, Your Highness?! She’s going burst for sure!”, and then King Iwan added in, “Lady Katherine may be a tank, but all that water, wine, and tea might have sure as hell made a dent in her capacity! She’ll have to go soon without a doubt!” The boys relieved themselves, washed their hands in the brook, and returned to the awaiting maidens, who were standing next to their horses refusing to go find a secluded spot despite their massive loads of pent up piss. The girls refilled their water skins again before they resumed their journey, and began to drink from it as soon as they were back on the road. Edgar and King Iwan shot each other another look. Things were about to get interesting.
The climbing sun was making the girls greedily drain their canteens, which was only increasing the huge bulges in their stomachs. King Iwan looked at Edgar as the girls rode ahead and whispered, “I think Lady Isabelle needs a piss.” Indeed, the girl was rubbing her abdomen as she rode. The drinks and the holding were beginning to take their toll and there was still some time before they started back for the castle.
The day was growing warmer, and the dogs had not caught the scent yet. The big black bitch took one sniff at the suddenly found bear tracks, before she backed off, and skulked back to the pack with her tail between her legs.
“Bloody hell,” the huntsman gave the leashes a hard yank to get the dogs’ attention. “Track, you bastards. Get us to the deer. You want some meat or no? Find!” But the hounds only huddled closer, whining, and afraid.
He snapped his short lash above their heads, and the black bitch snarled at him. “The deer seem to have gone further into the woods,” he told everyone, “It will take a long while to track them, I suppose we must go back to the city today and come back on the morrow, maybe the deer will come out by then.”
“We can’t go back empty hand, Lark,” said Barldon the veneur, “We need to make a kill for the feast.”
Lark nodded and kept the hounds on the tracks. They kept riding and soon the woods faded, and much to the girls’ respite, they came across a small piece of farmland on their way. The house next to it looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high, though it still looked beautiful from outside. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the brown roof. Around the front door lay a jumble of carrots and shallots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
The girls’ wanting to give their sore backs and swelling bladders some rest, decided to make a halt here. The short plump, kind-faced old woman who was walking across the yard, scattering chickens, and her husband who was on the farm cutting wheat with his scythe, stopped when they saw riders coming, and when the couple realized who they were, they welcomed the guests into their humble abode. The kitchen was small and rather cramped. There was a scrubbed wooden table and chairs in the middle, and Iwan sat down, looking around.
The old woman, whose name was Susan smiled as she went to the kitchen to draw a few beers and Katherine, Isabelle and Marianne went along to help her. By now the girls’ bladders were starting to get seriously full but they were confident of their storage tanks and knew they could make more room inside their vessels if needs be.
Iwan stared breathlessly at Katherine who was arranging the beer mugs. She seemed to be standing stiffer than usual, but otherwise was showing no signs of needing to wee. But her bladder was bulging monstrously over her dress.
When she came to serve the beers, Iwan whispered in her ear “Do you have to take a piss or something?”
“Oh me?” Katherine responded, “Not at all, my King, why do you ask?” She sat down and took a sip from her mug. Iwan was amazed to see this girl behave so calm with all that urine inside her. He knew she was brimming with liters of piss, and her sister and friend looked like they were going to get desperate soon.
They all enjoyed a few good mugs before deciding to get back on the road. The ride continued, and by afternoon there was no doubt that Isabelle was getting desperate for a piss. She could hardly sit still on her horse.
Iwan was noticing more and more that Marianne too was rubbing her bladder as they rode. She was carrying what looked like a pumpkin for a bladder and had grown quieter than before. “It seems that Marianne is getting close to bursting!” Iwan told Edgar, who himself was watching the girl with great interest.
“God, I wonder if she’s going to admit it soon enough or wait until she is absolutely desperate! I love it when her big bladder reaches its limit!” Edgar added excitedly. They knew Katherine too might be getting desperate now but she was currently making a show of looking at the woods around, but both the men saw it as a veil to cover up the enormous pressure building up inside her bladder. She rode with her back straight, and the King had to admit, “Lady Katherine is still hanging tough, though. She really has a will of iron, huh?”
“And a bladder of steel!” Edgar finished for him. They kept riding deeper into the woods looking for the deer. King Iwan looked at Katherine, Isabelle, and Marianne as he rode, the girls looked calm and collected but he knew they were building up real gushers inside their very full bladders. How they had been able to contain so much pressure and piss inside their tanks for so long was beyond his imagination. All he knew was that he loved watching these iron-bladdered ladies hold it all in without complaint.
Soon they all stopped near the creek to rest while the girls refilled their water skins again. King Iwan picked a beautiful pink flower for his Lady Katherine while on his way back from the brook.
“Thank you, my King” Katherine said as she held the flower close to her chest, “It is the most beautiful flower I’ve ever seen.” Her face shone with a smile, but what caught Iwan’s eye was the distinct bulge in her belly. Her bladder had swollen incredibly, containing her liters worth of piss. Iwan was getting excited. He could feel the front of his breeches tightening.
“My Lady” he asked, “I know you’ve had a lot to drink and you haven’t been yet. Don't you need to relieve yourself?”
“Oh, don’t you worry, my King. I’m fine, really” Katherine smiled, “I’ve been on hunts before with my Lord father. My bladder’s really really big. It’s not even complaining yet,” she replied, stunning him.
The King only nodded with a smile, and secretly hoped she got really desperate before they reached back to the castle. They looked for Lady Isabelle and Marianne and found them both with Edgar, drinking horns of beer standing near a cart on which the huntsmen had carried a huge wooden canteen of maple filled with hopped barley brew.
As they walked towards the cart where the others stood, Katherine noticed a smile on Marianne’s face.
“Marianne?” she asked. “What’ makes you smile?”
Marianne looked up. “I was just remembering,” she said, holding the horn of beer, “Lord Gardener brought us here once, to fish for trout. Willas, you and Isabelle and me. Do you remember?”
“I remember,” Katherine said, thinking of Lord Louis.
“I didn’t catch anything,” Marianne said, “but he gave me his fish on the way back home.”
“I remember. I miss him” Katherine said with a faint beam reminiscent of her memories with her grandfather. He had been a true knight and a warrior and he had loved Katherine the most.
After they all had their fill of beer from the wooden flask, they decided to ride further.
The girls climbed their mounts with their very full bladders that were beginning to ache now. “Go,” Marianne whispered to her horse. She touched her neck lightly, and the small chestnut filly started to walk. Marianne had named her Blessing. She was two and a half years old, and Abelard, the stable boy at Tantallon, had said she was smarter than any horse he had known.
They maintained a brisk walk through the woods. Isabelle soon felt her throat drying and she started to chug more water from her leather flask. The King was left mesmerized, these beautiful girls were loading themselves up with beer, wine, and water, and he didn’t know how much more their bladders could take.
They came across several trees and bushes where the girls could have easily relieved themselves, but they didn’t seem bothered with the need to empty their bladders. He knew Katherine and Isabelle had a higher standard to hold themselves up to; being of noble birth, but Marianne could have used a good piss. But perhaps the girl had taught herself to act like a highborn and not relieve herself until her friends did.
Both he and Edgar were excited to the heavens, knowing the fact that none of the girls had taken a piss this entire time. With all the liquid they had consumed, they knew the girls might have filled up incredibly, but none of them looked even the least bit distressed. Their demeanors were tranquil and calm. Both the lads could swear these ladies were horses. Iwan was sure with all the morning water and tea they had before setting out of the castle, their bladders must have filled up like tanks. And he knew it was only a matter of time before the tanks started to overflow.
They kept on the road and soon King Iwan was feeling the need to relieve himself, and for him to want to go again, he knew Katherine, Isabelle and Marianne would have been bursting, but the girls were still not giving the slightest indication of needing to relieve themselves. However all his doubts and questions were put to rest when he heard the next words from Katherine’s mouth, “All that water has gone straight through me” she said laughing in a carefree way, maybe a sign that her bladder was filling. Though Iwan didn’t say anything then, the crotch of his breeches tightened further. Katherine took the lead, kicking her horse to a brisk heedless trot until the trees closed in around her. He wondered if it was her need to piss that made her go ahead like that. Was she in a hurry? He trailed her, and the others followed as best as they could. Wolves howled off in the distance. No one spoke for a long while.
After that, they went on till they came among tall pine trees. They passed through a small village with a few cottages that had smoke coming out of their chimneys. There was a tavern as well. They decided to halt. A dog barked as they rode near, and King Iwan heard a mule’s raucous haw from the stable, but otherwise, the village was still. The scrumptious scent of cinnamon brewet came through the open windows of the tavern.
Iwan and Katherine entered first to be welcomed by a fat, gray, balding man who wore a delightful smile on his face to have new guests. As they walked towards a table near the window, King Iwan swallowed the lump in his throat looking down at Katherine’s swollen stomach; it had grown bigger, much bigger than before. The thought of what a big gusher she might be building inside her bladder groped his mind. He felt his member hardening.
“Do you need to relieve yourself, my Lady? I could ask them for a quiet room and chamberpot if you need” he asked just before they took their seats, assuming she would say yes.
“I am not sure if they have a room, and it’s not that pressing anyway,” she replied instead, looking for her sister and Marianne. He wondered if she was lying, with her bladder that swollen, there should have been nothing but piss on her mind.
“Your bladder looks so big, you must be holding a lot,” Iwan said softly to Katherine as the others started to walk in.
“Oh you don’t know, it gets bigger than this” she replied, it was like a fantasy come true. A girl who seemed to be at her utmost capacity claimed to be able to hold more than what her bladder was already containing.
It seemed like her bladder had the walls of steel. Iwan could only imagine how she must feel to have liters of piss inside her bladder as she walked. Dear Lord, how has she been holding all that? Iwan wondered. Even Isabelle and Marianne had prominent bulges now, peeking over their dresses. It looked like all three of them were hiding pumpkins in their abdomens.
The King knew these ladies were definitely going to unload gallons of piss later that day. But both Iwan and Edgar were surprised that not even one of them was looking desperate yet. But soon His Highness noticed Katherine rubbing her stomach under the table, another sign that she was feeling the strain of her now full bladder.
They asked for beers and heathen cakes which were made of ground beef, onion, celery, carrotin stock pot, salt, herbs and eggs. The meat was fork tender, soft and shred. Bacon cooked crisp. With diced æppel cooked in bacon fat. It was a delicious meal. While they had their lunch, Iwan couldn’t help but think about just how much Katherine, Isabelle, and Marianne had drunk earlier and the fact that they hadn’t had a chance to empty themselves yet. It told of their superior holding capability. He was really excited to know how much longer they could last. They ended their meal with a cup of Chardquynce, a quince custard, the taste of its fruit was almost made fizzy by the ginger.
By when they were done, Isabelle had drunk down a few mugs of good beer and so had Marianne and Katherine. Edgar slightly peeped down the table to see if any of the girls were crossing their legs just in case they had started to feel desperate, alas that didn’t seem to be the case. All three of them conveyed a relaxed demeanor like they weren’t the ones holding back rivers of piss.
The King was trying to keep his excitement hidden as they all talked and laughed.
When they were done, the men went out and relieved themselves behind the bushes before they readied their horses to leave, while the girls waited patiently under the tree as their bladders continued to swell further. They rode until they emerged from beneath the trees and found themselves upon a stretch of grasslands, and they made a halt when a herd of deer came into sight.
The cheetahs were readied for the hunt. Tansy’s master removed the hood from her eyes before setting her free. She pierced through the tall, green, grass after a deer that made her run quite a long distance, but alas she couldn’t catch it. The man lifted the unsuccessful cheetah back to the cart and they moved on.
Katherine, Isabelle, and Marianne continued to drink from their skins of water all this while and managed to empty them before long. The combination of beer and all the water seemed to be particularly potent, and the girls felt their need to piss increasing almost by the minute.
King Iwan and Edgar were about to go insane trying to control their excitement, but they managed to look unaware of the situation of the girls’ swelling bladders.
The veneur led the way to the saddle and then down eastward on the northern slope of the mountains that opened at the foot to a small grassy plain that had a few deer grazing on it. The deer were not afraid of the horse carts, and the hunters managed to approach close by them. Neckbreaker’s master removed the hood from its eyes. The cheetah jumped off the cart and started his run slowly. But soon it ran across the grass as if a bird sailing through the skies, smooth and fast, trailing the frightened deer closely behind. It didn’t take long for him to finish his work and the men loaded the carcass onto the cart. King George too managed to take down a deer and the party decided to start back for the castle with two fresh kills.
But before beginning their journey back home, they decided to halt for a while to give their sore backs some rest. As he stood under a tree, Katherine came up to King Iwan and said, “My sweet King, one of my friends lives in the woods nearby, he served as a blacksmith under my Lord grandfather at Tantallon when I was little, if I may request, I want to visit him before we ride back to the city,” she said.
“Oh, but why must we visit him now, my Lady?” Iwan asked.
“Well, he might have a chamber pot that I could use” Katherine said, “You know, I really need to take a piss, and I am sure Marianne needs to go too. I am in no doubt my sister must be bursting by now, but she is a bit too proud to admit when she needs to piss. The city is a long way from here, and I was thinking of emptying myself before we head back.”
Iwan’s eyes widened on hearing this, he imagined the drinks might have really hit her bladder for Katherine to admit that she needed to use the chamber pot. Though he didn’t want the girls to have a chance to relieve themselves yet, he could find no reason to stop them from visiting their friend in the woods.
When Katherine went back to her sister and friend, who themselves were nursing very full bladders now, Iwan went to Edgar, “Well I think the tanks have filled up and the girls are looking to empty them.”
“I wish they held on longer,” Edgar said excited and disappointed at the same time.
“I know” Iwan agreed before they went to their horses. They rode for a few miles and soon Isabelle began to complain. The saddle was rubbing her raw inside her legs, she told them, and her arse was sore, and besides, she had to take a long piss. “I’m so tired I’m going to fall off the horse.”
“We’ll stop soon to rest, my Lady” Edgar assured her.
They rode very quietly until they were deep inside the forest till they came to a very solemn place among rocks and fir trees where the leaves and branches wove a canopy over their heads. There they stopped before a huge redwood tree that had a door and two little windows on its trunk. They all climbed off their horses and King Iwan could feel the ground shake under his feet as if someone was hammering down below. Edgar went and knocked on the wooden door and then they all stood waiting for the door to be answered.
Open up. Katherine looked eagerly at the door, rubbing her thighs together as she stood with hands crossed under her breasts. I am waiting to take a piss!
After a long pause, the door was opened by someone or something inside, and a good deal of heat and steam came out of it and he stepped out. He was a small bearded man, with a plump round nose and a happy smile on his face and Iwan knew him at once for a real Dwarf, ancient Dwarf with not a drop of human blood in his veins. And Iwan’s joy knew no bounds.
“Oh, what a great surprise, Lady Katherine... Lady Isabelle!” said the Dwarf, “Such a delight to have you both here!”
“We are glad to see you as well, Mord…” Katherine answered with a smile that looked strained.
The Dwarf invited the whole party to come down. They all found themselves descending a dark stairway into the earth, but when they came to the bottom they saw firelight. It was the light of a furnace. The whole place was a smithy. A subterranean stream ran past on one side of it. Two Dwarfs were at the bellows, another was holding a piece of red-hot metal on the anvil with a pair of tongs, a fourth was hammering it, and two, wiping their rough little hands on a greasy cloth, were coming forward to meet the visitors.
They were all happy to meet Iwan and they all cried, "Long live the King," and their gifts were noble - mail shirts and helmets and swords for His Highness and Edgar, and finely crafted daggers for the ladies. The workmanship of the arms was far finer than any the King had ever seen, and he gladly accepted the Dwarf-made sword which made his own sword look, in comparison, as feeble as a toy and as clumsy as a stick.
They stood talking and laughing and just when Katherine was going to take Mord aside to ask for a room and a chamberpot, the Dwarf requested his guests to join them for a drink. The girls, not wanting to put undue pressure on their bladders refused at first but then agreed, not wanting to upset their hosts. They all sat around the large table and two of the Dwarf brothers drew huge mugs of beer for everyone from a barrel which stood in one corner of the house.
Katherine, Isabelle and Marianne looked at each other. They had needed to take a piss for hours now and the last thing they wanted was more liquid heading for their already tremendously swollen bladders. But they drank quietly, mug after mug that was offered to them. Their bladders would just have to stretch a little more.
As they sat on the table, Iwan could see Isabelle wiggling her legs and caressing her bladder. Edgar glanced at Marianne, who was sitting with her legs crossed. She too was looking desperate now, longing to relieve herself anywhere she could find a little privacy. Also Katherine, who had been putting up a tough demeanor all this while was beginning to fidget a little, but she didn’t seem to be as desperate as the other two girls.
Marianne who was coping with the ever-increasing fullness in her bladder, looked at Katherine who in turn looked at her sister, Isabelle. The three girls made eye contact with each other and each knew they had to look for an opening to ask one of the Dwarves for a chamberpot and some privacy. They were not going to miss any opportunity to relieve their very swollen bladders.
And at last, when Mord went to the kitchen to get something, Katherine stood up and followed him, “My friend, I need to ask for a favor from you,” Katherine began to say in a low voice, holding her butt with both her hands as she stood, “The reason why we stopped here was because Isabelle, Marianne and I need to use your chamber pot. We really need to…”
“Well, that can wait! Before that; we must take the King to the Whistling Woods” he said, “There lives my friend who would be glad to meet His Highness! “
Katherine thought that was really rude but she did not utter a word in protest.
“Alright, if you insist, let’s visit your friend first” she stated, “But let’s get back soon, my bladder is bursting!”
Katherine was obviously worried about when and they’d get back so she could use the chamber pot, but chose not to show her concern. When she told the other two girls of their plan to visit the Whistling Woods first, they both couldn’t help but grimace and let out pained moans that no one else heard. Their need to take a piss was growing severely and it would not have been long before their bladders filled up to their utmost capacities.
The girls came out of the burrow and upon the ground, under the shade of the trees and climbed their horses, still containing their gigantically full bladders. Iwan and Edgar were the happiest boys in the Kingdoms now, getting to see these beautiful ladies putting off their need to piss for so long.
Leaving the hunters behind to take care of the cheetahs, hounds and their kills, they all rode into the dense forest of pine and spruce. The horses set the pace, slow but steady, as did the donkeys that Mord and his Dwarf brothers rode upon. The ascent was easier than they had dared hope. The trees pressed close, leaning over the path to make a rustling green roof that shut out the light of the late afternoon, so it seemed as though they were moving up a long black tunnel. They plodded upward, winding their way back and forth across the face of the mountain as the path before them twisted and turned. A thick layer of fallen needles carpeted the path, so the shoes of their horses made only the softest sound on the ground.
Soon the ascent seemed to have become more treacherous than before. The trail was steeper, the more slippery, and here and there littered with thorns and broken stone. Mord and his brothers had to dismount a half-dozen times to move fallen rocks from their path. “You don’t want your horse to break a leg up here,” Mord said.
The girls were getting annoyed and restless, their bladders were aching and this ride was testing their patience. They rode on for a little while longer after which Mord declared, “Beyond this, the path is too steep even for the donkeys and horses. We must ascend on foot the rest of the way.”
The girls were not happy to hear this. They were not ready to walk while holding onto such heavily full bladders but there wasn’t much they could do. They all dismounted and tied their mounts to the trees nearby. They went up the mountain and as they came lower down, the mountains opened out into a great glen or wooded gorge with a swift river running at the bottom that reminded the girls of their own rivers of piss that they had been holding for so long. The open places near the river's edge were a mass of foxgloves and wild roses and the air was buzzing with bees. Here Mord called, "Bastian! Bastian!" and after a pause, they all heard the sound of hoofs. It grew louder till the valley trembled and at last, breaking and trampling the thickets, there came in sight the noblest creatures that Iwan had yet seen, the great Centaur Bastian and his three sons. He wore a Trojan helmet, his flanks were glossy chestnut and the beard that covered his broad chest was golden red. He was a prophet and a star-gazer and knew who stood before him.
"Long live the King," he bowed. "I and my sons are here to serve you, Your Highness.”
"I am pleased to meet you, my friend” Iwan smiled back.
Bastian invited them for a meal and they ate such food as the centaurs provided, cakes of oaten meal, and apples, and herbs, and barley water, and cheese. The centaurs offered them wooden skewers of charred meat and onions still hot from the spit. Iwan had not realized how hungry he was. He ate standing under a tree. The hot juices ran down his chin and dripped onto his doublet, but he was too famished to care.
Bastian’s sons kept pouring the barley water into the mugs and the girls drank all that they could! Though they were worried about what would happen when it all got into their bladders.
Marianne’s bladder was aching incredibly by now and she wished to get back to the Dwarves’ burrow as soon as she could. She stood pressing, crossing and uncrossing her legs under the tree.
“I think we should be heading back, I’m dying for a piss,” Isabelle told Marianne in her soft voice when they were all done eating and drinking.
“Yes, I too have to go” Marianne added, pressing her thighs, “I’ll be squatting for ages over the chamberpot taking a wee.”
Katherine, who herself was coping with an enormously swollen bladder agreed that they must get back to the burrow as soon as they could. Hence she turned towards the King and said, “We must start back before it begins to turn dark, Your Highness, the city is a long way from here,” and Iwan nodded.
His Highness then thanked the centaurs for their hospitality before he asked for their leave and they started to walk back to the place where they had tied their horses, the girls now wanting to piss more than ever as all the barley water started to make its way into their bladders.
As they walked, Iwan and Edgar could see the girls’ bladders protruding out of their clothes massively. The volumes inside their vessels had increased incredibly.
Edgar noticed that Marianne looked distressed now. Her bladder had expanded to great measures and it looked as if it was sticking out eight inches. She was walking much stiffer than before, maybe because the pressure was getting a bit too much to be kept contained any longer.
“Are you desperate?” Edgar whispered, making sure no one else could hear them.
“I can’t wait to piss” she answered, wrapping her hands under her ample breasts and rubbing her upper arms. Edgar was glad this beautiful girl was talking so openly about her condition. Isabelle, who was also nursing a big bulge, was looking a bit distressed, starting to grow desperate after holding so much. On the other hand, Katherine looked as if she was in a better position than the other two girls. She wasn’t showing any acute signs of desperation, while in truth she had the fullest bladder and her stomach looked way more swollen than Marianne’s. Katherine had learned very well how to hide her desperation behind her straight face during her years of training. She was going to marry the King, and as the future Queen of the Kingdoms, Katherine knew she must maintain her composure at all times.
The girls somehow walked back while holding their precariously full bladders and Iwan and Edgar were in paradise, what else could they have wished for?
They reached the place where their horses awaited them and everyone climbed atop their mounts, a task that strained the girls’ full bladders, and they began the long ride back to the Dwarves’ burrow that made the girls even more desperate for the chamber pots.
They all reached the burrow after a slow and tiring ride and the girls were ready to take massive pisses once they got inside but just as they were ready to dismount, Mord cried out, “Oh no!” he held his head, “I completely forgot, my cousin Patrick in the Whittlewood Forest called us over for supper tonight!”
“Really?” said one of his brothers, “Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“As I said, it totally skipped my mind!” Mord said angrily.
“Well he lives a few miles from here, if we start now we can make it on time!” said another of them.
“Yes-yes!” Mord nodded, “Now, let’s get going before it is too late!”
“Well, before you go, could you please let us in for a few minutes, we have some really urgent business that we need to take care of inside” Marianne requested, pressing her crotch on the saddle.
“Well I am afraid, my Lady, but we cannot wait any longer!” Mord said, “It is ill manners to be late. And also, if we don’t reach before nightfall, he might think we are not coming and may go off to sleep! He takes the bed early you know.”
“B-but..” Isabelle began to say, she had been so sure that she’d get to take a long relieving piss once they got back to the burrow, but she was cut off by Iwan, “Well we need to get back to the city as well, and we must start now if we hope to reach before it turns too dark” His Highness said and they all agreed.
Katherine, who had been patiently holding on for so long for a chance to piss, felt anger surging through her veins. She wanted to command the Dwarf to open the door at once so she could get inside and relieve herself but knew that would be unbecoming of a lady and moreover, she did not want to come across as desperate for a piss, hence she decided to remain silent and endure the agony. The three girls, frustrated and angry at not getting to have the relief they had been waiting for so long, decided to head back to Boḫārā.
The Dwarves waved their goodbyes then to His Highness and the others before riding off on their donkeys to the Whittlewood Forest, and the hunting party started back for the city.
Marianne had really wanted to empty her bladder first before starting her ride back for the city but she did not get a chance to do so. Isabelle too, who had been stopping her piss for so long, felt like she would hit someone, but there was nothing she could do. Hence, defeated, the girls kept quiet and rode on.
As they rode, both the boys realized that the girls’ bladders hard grown really swollen. But they were showcasing such control, it made Iwan and Edgar think if they had actually blocked their holes to make it physically impossible to piss.
Iwan looked at the girls who sat atop their horses with stomachs big as pumpkins. He wondered what kind of pressure there must be inside each of their inflated bladders. He was confused about how Katherine’s bulge seemed to be bigger than Isabelle and Marianne’s when they all had almost the same amount to drink. Little did he know that Katherine was the one who had the most to drink that day. After she had got up that morning, she had drunk a copious amount of water and tea before leaving. She had certainly impressed them with her calm and composed demeanor even while needing to piss so much but she was now troubled by her need as well. Her bladder had expanded incredibly, making it look like she had a cauldron under her dress.
The dusk was beginning to set and the weather was getting rather cold too. The girls sat with their crotches pressed against the saddle of their horses. Only an hour into the ride back home, their bladders were aching extremely and none of them had said a word about needing to take a piss all this while.
All three of them were finding it difficult to keep riding as all their strength was being consumed in keeping their bladders shut. The cold weather wasn’t helping either, the girls were facing a much greater pressure in their bladders than before, but none of them was willing to stop and take a leak behind the bushes just because it was a matter of pride.
There still was a good long ride left before they reached the city, hence King Iwan and Edgar were sure they would get to witness some serious desperation.
The girls tried to calm down their throbbing tanks. They needed to piss like horses. For the first time, Iwan saw Katherine squirming on her saddle and massaging her swollen bladder, she was getting really desperate.
The city was still far away. Isabelle was giving her crotch good squeezes from time to time when she was sure no one was looking at her. The three of them were climbing the ropes and it wouldn’t have been long before their bladders exploded.
The ladies seemed to be at the same level of desperation, but it was Marianne whose bladder was filling up the fastest. She was stealing herself from asking everyone to stop so she could go into the bushes to piss because she did not want to be seen as a lady who could not control her urges. It would have brought her an embarrassment like no other.
Katherine could now feel her bladder walls stretching to make space for all the beer streaming inside it. Her dress concealed her bulge to a great extent but still, her mammoth full bladder was visible to everyone.
Isabelle was now getting nervous. Each step the horse took sent the urine waves crashing inside her bladder, the mammoth river of piss she had been holding back for so long was now getting really difficult to control. She squeezed her crotch onto the saddle, taking spars breaths trying to control the impending flood without letting anyone know that she really really needed to take a piss.
Just then, Iwan heard a branch crack before he heard two twangs of bowstrings, and suddenly the two leading guards fell to the ground, dead. The girls screamed as a dozen men dashed onto the way from the surrounding forest, wearing Lincoln green hosen and tunic.
The rear guards drew their swords, but they were dispatched by two more archers hidden within the trees. The hunters jumped from the carts, pulling out their dirks as the brigands closed on them. The hounds started to bark as the butchery began and Lark unleashed them quickly.
Iwan jumped off his horse and dashed in with Griffin’s Claw, his family’s ancient sword as the hounds tore into the brigands and the hunters tried to fight them.
He had only taken out one of them when the King suddenly heard the girls shriek as the brigands tried to pull them from their horses. He screamed in fury, walking to towards the girls to save them, cutting every brigand down who came in his way, but there were simply too many of them. The sound ripped through the air as he swung his sword upon the charging brigand to bury it in his shoulder. He kicked his body to free his sword. The other men quickly surrounded him, and he engaged them. Five men were at him at once and the King stood tightly holding the handle of his sword and then he whirled like a raging storm. The steel rang upon the swords and lances and pikes the men had carried. The King gave another ferocious scream and kicked a man whose lance he broke with his blade and brought it crashing down with all his strength to the man’s head, splitting it in half. He turned and swung his blade, one of the men blocked the cut easily... but his pike snapped in two, and the King’s cold steel plowed into the man’s flesh where his shoulder joined his neck and clove him clean down to the breastbone. The blood came rushing out in a hot black gush and he fell down dead. Another man’s pike almost went through his eye, but Iwan dodged him and buried his sword in his belly and cut his neck. It was a scene of murder all of a sudden. He was bleeding from his upper arm by when he took all the five out. He looked around; the girls were gone, dragged into the forest by unknown men. The bodies of his men and the brigands lied around, dead or dying, and so did the hounds’. Most of the horses had panicked at the sight of blood and ran away.
Iwan saw that Edgar was engaged with two of brigands and the King went quickly to dispatch one from the back as Edgar killed off the other. But just then another one came, he was a huge man, twice as big as the King, but Iwan did not back down.
Griffin’s Claw leaped up to meet the big man’s cold sword. Steel rang on steel. No sooner was his first slash blocked than the big man made another, but this time too Iwan blocked his attack. Hard and fast the cuts came, from low and high, from the right and left and each one Iwan blocked.
The King then attacked with all his might, driving the bigger man back on his heels. The brigand dodged a cut at his head. His Highness gave him no respite. The swords clashed and sprang apart and clashed again, as Griffin’s Claw kissed the giant man’s sword, once and twice and thrice. But the big man charged, swinging the heavy sword harder and harder, trying to smash the King down with brute force, to break blade or arm.
He then brought his blade down with all his might and Iwan tried to block him once more but to his shock, the heavy blade broke Griffin’s Claw into two as the King narrowly escaped death’s way.
He quickly pulled out the sword the Dwarves had given him as he tried to find his feet. Iwan stood and blocked the man’s cut from above and without losing a moment, and began to drive him back, and when he found a little opening he drove the sword into the big man’s belly.
The man’s knees folded slowly, as if for prayer. When his mouth opened only blood came out and the King removed his sword as he and Edgar quickly ran for the trees as the big man toppled face forward. The dirt drank his blood.
Both of them ran deep through the trees into the forest. Every few steps they turned to look behind them until eventually, the brigands were nowhere to be seen. Finally, they stopped to catch their breath.
“Who were they?” the King asked as he panted heavily, his breath short.
“The Guards…” Edgar said as he bent double to hold his knees, “The Guards of Ravenswood..”
It was well known that there were more than two hundred outlawed yeomen living in the Ravenswood Forest. They had been robbing the rich merchants, noblemen and fat churchmen that passed through these woods. They called it "The Ravenswood Tax." All the rich travelers who passed through Ravenswood Forest paid “The Tax.” Lord Thames Gardener had sent an army of his soldiers to Ravenswood to capture these outlaws. But the outlaws had been in the trees. They knew the forest well. They killed all the soldiers except one.
His Highness was now worried, “We have to capture one of them and figure out where they've taken the girls” he turned and began to head back towards the road.
“Aye, my King, but first we must patch you up” Edgar said, “The wound is deep on your arm.” Iwan did not argue. His breaths were short and he felt worn out. He turned and sat down with his back against a tree. Edgar tore a piece of clothing from his tunic, “My King if you would permit me” the King nodded and Edgar tied it around his hand to stop the bleeding.
“These brigands are well-known around these parts. They make a habit of capturing nobles and ransoming them for gold, although they’ve never been bold enough to target the noble family of Tantallon” Edgar told His Highness.
“We must find the girls before something happens to them,” Iwan said as he tried to stand up but Edgar stopped him.
“You need to rest for a while, my King,” he said, “We don't need to fear for the girls’ immediate safety, these brigands have no history of killing or harming their captives. We must rest ourselves if we want the strength to fight these men. We will move when night falls.”
Iwan nodded reluctantly as he leaned his head back on the tree and tried to get some sleep, exhausted from the hunt and fleeing from the brigands.
He awoke in a few hours to Edgar gently shaking his shoulder. It was absolutely dark now and they could rely only on the moonlight to show them their way. There lived dangerous beasts in these woods. Beasts that could see much better in the night than men, beasts that could easily make a prey of them, but King Iwan and Edgar knew they had no choice. They had to reach the girls before something terrible happened to them.
Far away, inside the dark cell of a dungeon only lit up by a torch on the wall outside of the jail, Marianne’s lower lip trembled as she stood with her hands crossed under her ample breasts as she fought the immense pressure to urinate. She slightly crossed her legs and gasped, barely containing herself through the wave of urgency.
Katherine and Isabelle’s bladders had swollen extremely as well, the belts compressing their bladders. Many hours had passed since the brigands had attacked them and by now the girls’ urine tanks were swollen limitlessly, each one of them aching to release the rivers of piss.
“Where do you think we are?” Katherine asked as she pressed her thick thighs together to keep the pressure under control. The men had hooded them and tied their hands with ropes before bringing them here, only to be untied upon reaching this cell.
“I don’t know, but I am dying for a piss” Isabelle crossed her legs.
Katherine could not stop herself from crossing her legs tightly, “Aahh” she let out a pained moan, “I really need to go too!”
“I don’t know what I am going to do,” Isabelle said, worried. She was getting really desperate and knew that she would not be able to keep stopping her piss forever, losing control was inevitable sooner or later.
“We must keep holding, a proper lady always knows how to suppress her needs” Katherine crossed her legs, “We must keep in control..”
“I… I cannot keep in control…, my bladder is going to burst! I am simply going to soak my dress” Isabelle crossed her legs and held the wall for support as she bent on her knees.
They were suddenly interrupted by heavy footsteps echoing through the hallway outside the prison door. A big man dressed in the Lincoln green dress of the brigands unlocked the steel door and entered their cell. He was followed by his leader who was named Brom, he was tall and had a massive belly, and a red beard and he was armored with heavy ringmail taken from a dead ranger from Tantallon. He stared at the girls inquisitively.
“What a sight to have Thames Gardener’s daughters with us,” he said in a gruff, deep voice. The girls stayed silent. The brigands had already taken away their jewelry and all the gold they had with them. But they wanted more.
“We’ll ransom you for gold and weapons and horses” he smiled as he walked towards Marianne and held her, his face close to her cheek. She reeled away in disgust but he caught hold of her and moved a hand over her belly and the girl moaned in pain. It was then that he noticed the massive bulge in her stomach. He looked at Katherine and Isabelle and realized all the girls had very swollen bladders. He grinned evilly at the girls. “HEY, GET OVER HERE, EVERYONE!” he shouted. Soon more footsteps approached, and five men joined them in the cell. “I think these girls need to piss, wouldn't you think?” he laughed. The other men joined in his laughter. “I feel like it would be amusing to watch them humiliate themselves.” He pressed on Marianne’s bladder. “How long do you think you can wait, eh?”
“Don’t you dare touch her!” Katherine growled.
“Oh, what will you do if I did, my Lady? Will you hang me?” the man said, walking up to her slowly, “You were hunting in the outlawed woods, you entered our lands and now you must pay for your deed,” he said.
“These lands belong to our family, to the crown, and to the King” Katherine lashed out, “Not to you thieves!”
“Ravenswood knows no King, we are free folk and we do as we will,” Brom said, “You will be kept here until your father pays for your ransom.”
“Well if you must keep us here then I demand to have chamberpots,” Katherine said, clenching her fists on her sides.
“Well, you must be dying for the pots, don’t you?” he said, “Unfortunately, we don’t have any. So, you’ll have to stand here and wait till you can’t any longer.” The men laughed. It was a laugh that brought tears to the girls’ eyes. The ladies knew that the big man with the red beard was right, they would not be able to hold it much longer but they were determined not to give up without a fight.
“Well, I'll be back soon to see your mess, ladies,” he said as he reached the door.
“That you won’t get to see because you all will be dead come morning,” Katherine said aloud as she forced herself to stand straight with her legs wide apart, her bladder extremely swollen and aching, “My father’s men will come looking for us. You think you’re safe inside this rubble of rocks you call a castle, but you’re not! Our men will find you! See what happens when they get here. Now leave us be, and await our army as they tear this castle to the ground.” Her words worked as she had intended. Fearful expressions spread over the men’s faces as she spoke, and on her last word each and every one of them stumbled backward from the room before they hurriedly locked the door and left.
Now that they were alone, Isabelle finally spoke, “That was a clever plan, but we all well know there is no army on its way. And even if it was, there is no way I can hold it till they get here, I really need to take a piss, Katherine.”
When she heard this, Marianne’s eyes started to well up. Not out of fear or pain, but from the insult of knowing that she would soon burst, giving her captors the satisfaction of seeing her humiliating accident. She was really desperate and wanted to piss torrents urgently but all she could do was cross her legs tighter to control her urge, it only did little to help though.
“You needn't worry,” Katherine told both the girls. “These men will be not but corpses before the sun shows itself in the sky. King Iwan and Edgar escaped their attack, and I am certain they’ll come to save us before it is too late.”
The brigand fell to the leaf covered floor of the dark forest from the blow of Edgar’s fist as his pike fell aside. Then the King drew his dagger and held it at the brigand’s throat. He cried out in fear as Iwan lifted him off the ground by his baldric and slammed him violently against the trunk of a tall evergreen. His Highness leaned in, his face no further than an inch from the brigand's.
“WHERE ARE THEY!?” He roared, smashing the brigand into the tree once more.
“Fuck off,” he spat, fruitlessly struggling against the King's iron grip.
Iwan stepped back and then punched him right in the face to send his teeth flying out. The brigand fell to the ground and was met by another boot crashing down onto his face. Iwan pulled him to his feet, and asked again: “WHERE ARE THEY, WHERE ARE YOUR MEN KEEPING THE GIRLS!?”
“They...they...are at,” he mumbled, close to falling unconscious. Iwan slapped him right across the face, shocking him awake, and then tossed him back to the ground, placing the edge of his sword along the brigand's throat. With wooly eyes, he said, “We're holding them in the Chillingham Castle-”
“How many of you are there in the castle?” Iwan asked him.
“Th- there's another score of us, but-” And the King cut his throat. He lay gurgling for a moment and then laid back, dead. Iwan and Edgar started walking; they walked through the forest for another good hour, and finally came back to the road they were traveling on. “Your Highness, should we not get to the city and muster a force?” Edgar asked.
“No, we do not have the time for that,” Iwan said, “We must sneak in and rescue them quietly.”
“Very well. Chillingham is a few hours from here, to the west. I know these forests,” Edgar said.
Iwan nodded and so they began to walk through the woods, stopping once to refill their canteen by the river. After nearly three hours of slowly finding the way through the forest, they saw the stone turret of the abandoned castle.
Iwan and Edgar walked closer as stealthily as they could and looked up from the cover of the trees. Three guards were stationed on three sides of the round tower. One of them glimpsed shadows in the trees and loosed a shaft. Edgar quickly moved aside and the arrow tore into the tree next to him. His life saved by a matter of moments.
The guard looked on.
“What? Did you see something?” asked another one of them.
“It was a fox or something” he answered, “Makes no matter, looks like it is gone.”
Iwan and Edgar breathed heavily behind the trees, “We need to get in without being noticed” Iwan told Edgar.
“But how?” Edgar asked, “They’ll see us.”
“We’ll go around the wall through the trees” the King answered, “We’ll try to sneak in through the other side. Come on,” he said and Edgar followed.
Inside the castle, Marianne felt as if her piss hole was being battered by a ram, so many times had it almost opened and she had to squeeze it back shut, she was worried thinking of when her reserves of strength would go out. All three of them looked with child, holding on to their extremely full bladders, fighting off so much pressure that none of them was even able to think straight.
“I cannot begin to tell you how much I need to piss” Katherine sighed as she closed her eyes and held her forehead for a moment in a semblance of trying to control her urge.
Isabelle too, who was now walking back and forth feeling the pressure increase almost by the minute, said, “It is becoming really urgent,” her bladder was getting out of hand, she had already let out a few drops into her smallclothes, and was beginning to panic.
Katherine couldn’t have agreed more to her sister’s words. All the liquid she had consumed had stretched her own bladder to the absolute limit possible. She had to piss so much, it was taking her entire life force to keep herself from losing it right there.
“Hurry,” she let out a labored breathe thinking of her King Iwan as she stood in a defiant position with her legs wide apart, her bursting bladder swollen to the point of exploding, as she hoped he would come to rescue them before it was too late.
Slinking through the trees with the nimbleness of a cat, the King and Edgar went around. And when they were sure that there were no guards on this side of the castle, they quickly moved and pressed themselves against the stone wall surrounding the castle. They hauled themselves over the wall and climbed down to the other side as quietly as they could. They knew if they made any sound, they’d be dead.
They stayed in the shadow of the curtain wall whenever they could, so the sentries walking their rounds on the ramparts could not see them. It was a chill dank night. Clouds were blowing in from the west, hiding the stars, and the towers screamed mournfully at every gust of wind. No one saw them, and they saw no one, only a grey and white cat creeping along atop wall.
They walked along the wall and then stopped. From where they hid, they could see the postern gate, a narrow door of stout oak studded with iron nails, set in an angle of the wall beneath a defensive tower. They saw that only one man was set to guard it, but they knew there would be sentries up in that tower as well, and others nearby walking the walls. Whatever happened, they knew they must be quiet like shadows. He must not call out.
When the guard turned to get his skin of water, Edgar quickly snuck behind him to cut his throat. The man’s blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well.
When he stopped moving, they quietly lifted the bar, set it aside, and pulled open the heavy oak door. Outside the walls of Chillingham, a wolf howled long and loud.
Iwan and Edgar quietly circled around the stone buildings, making sure no one saw them. The King peeked into every door, finding another storehouse, a brewery, a bakehouse, an empty armory, and what appeared to be a chapel. The majority of the fortress was underground. Chillingham had begun as a mine. After building curtain walls to guard the entrance with two stout towers, the Lords of the castle had constructed keeps and halls and other buildings of their necessity. But as the gold and silver dried up, the mine below was widened and converted into halls, galleries, bedchambers, and a vast underground ballroom. The castle was as much below the ground as it was above. But it was deserted when its Lord was killed in a siege over a century ago and years later the brigands began to use it as their hideout.
Finally, Iwan and Edgar came to the last door, which was locked. Edgar took out a thin piece of metal from his belt and worked the lock. There was a soft click and then the door opened. They both slid into the building, their swords held at the ready. There was a table and three empty chairs, a burned out firepit, and plates of food with nothing but crumbs and oil left on them. The room smelled of smoke; the fire had been recently lit. There was another door at the back of the room. Edgar opened it as quietly as he could and went in, and Iwan followed. The door led into a short, confined hallway which transferred to a stone staircase a few meters away. They went down the steps until they came to the bottom where the light from a dimly lit lamp welcomed them.
There they found the gaoler who was a balding little man with broken veins in his nose. He was bent over a tankard of ale and the remains of an apple pie, more than a little drunk, “Hey! Who are you?” he tried to stand up but Edgar took him out before he could make any more noise.
Iwan took the keys that were chained to the gaoler’s studded leather belt that girdled his waist. It was a bunch of them and he couldn’t make which one would unlock the door. He sorted through them until he found the one that fit the door to the dungeon.
The oil lamp hung from a hook on the low ceiling. Edgar took it down and turned up the flame.
Iwan shouldered aside the heavy wood-and-iron door and stepped into the darkness. Old straw crackled underfoot. The walls were discolored with patches of nitre. Through the stone, they could hear the faint rush of the river flowing above. There were more stairs. Down and down they went, finally reaching a steel door set in the cold stone walls. Iwan pushed, and it thankfully creaked open. They stepped through but were welcomed by two men.
“Hey, who the fuck are you?!” asked one of them as they both stood up from their wooden stools. Iwan and Edgar lurched into action and so did the two brigands. One of the men brought his axe crashing down on the King but His Highness blocked it somehow. A bloody fight ensued. Blow after blow after blow came upon Iwan but he blocked them all until the man swung his left hand and his fist caught Iwan right across the face.
The King landed with a throbbing impact that completely shook his skull. Pain stabbed through him, so sharp he sobbed. He thought his head would explode. For a moment it was all he could do to lie there. The taste of blood filled his mouth. He knew he had to find his feet again, or die.
Groaning, he forced himself to hands and knees. He could not breathe, nor could he see. Where he found the strength he did not know, but he found it. He picked up his sword as he rose and drove it deep into the man’s belly as he came to get him.
Edgar and the other brigand were slashing at each other. Steel ringing on steel. Edgar was taking three blows for every one he landed, and Iwan could see that it would be over soon if he did not intervene. The man’s back was towards him and Iwan went quickly to slit his throat from behind with utmost precision.
The King lowered his sword but then he heard thundering footsteps throughout the nearby halls, as four, six, eight, ten more men surrounded them. The one whom Iwan guessed was their leader, with a red beard, and was armored with heavy ringmail said, “First the girls, and now the King. This is a blessed day for us indeed.”
Iwan gripped his sword tightly in both hands but kept it lowered at his side. The brigands grinned smugly, “Drop the blades. You’re outnumbered and outmatched. Come quietly and we will let you live.”
Iwan looked on for a moment before his eyes met Edgar’s and they both started. Their swords rose together and the men leapt forward. Edgar’s first foe was a spearman whose thrusts kept him at bay for a time, but once Edgar slipped inside the spear with his sword, only butchery remained. He killed the man quickly and swung his sword at the next.
His Highness himself moved like a poem on two feet. He managed to drive his sword into a man’s belly, and as he stumbled to his knees, Iwan put a hand around his head and opened his throat from ear to ear in one swift motion.
Edgar drove his sword through another one’s back before pulling it out and slashing across the neck of another.
Iwan had taken out another three of them but got caught with a kick, forcing the sword from his hand. He ducked a sweep of a sword, lunging upwards and grasping the handle of the longsword, and kicked the man with his knee in his stomach, forcing the weapon from his grip. Iwan took his throat with it as the brigand fell to his knees, before and turning to take down another one who came upon him from the back. The King fell down blocking his attack from behind. He rolled into the big man’s legs, and threw his arm around the man’s thigh, dragging him cursing onto the floor, and rolled on top of him. His Highness brought his fist down on the man’s face, again and again, and again, until he was dead.
The remaining four looked on in horror. Iwan dispatched one of them as he lunged towards him and Edgar took out another. The last two men were killed before they could even think of running away.
Iwan and Edgar leaned against the wall catching their breath. “We do not have time to waste, we must find the girls and escape before more of their men come for us,” Iwan said and Edgar nodded and they quickly made their way.
“I don't see how we'll ever find the girls in this maze without calling out to them,” there were so many doors of splintered wood, they did not know which one held the girls, “LADY KATHERINE!” Iwan roared, to no response. They kept walking and calling, and finally; “My King?” Came a very faint voice from far ahead. They sprinted through the hallway, coming to a stop before a thick wooden door. Iwan kicked the door, it shook but held. He kicked again, and it crashed open and they walked through, weapons raised. The room was empty, a long, damp chamber with iron-barred cells on either side. A torch was lit outside the cell. Iwan stopped in front of it and Katherine couldn’t control her relief and tears, and the words came tumbling out, “Oh, my King! Please hurry!”
Katherine, Isabelle, and Marianne had been holding on to their aching and distended bladders with only sheer willpower and nothing else. Their hands were shaking and knees trembling, so badly did they need to take a piss. Katherine had stopped breathing some time ago for she feared that if she took even a single breath her piss would come pouring out. Her patience had run out and her bladder was about to burst.
“Hurry!” Isabelle almost cried letting out a jet of piss into her smallclothe out of happiness and the relief of knowing that soon she would be able to empty her aching bladder but she was panicking, “Let us out of here quickly!”
Edgar hastily undid the lock on the cell door to free them. Isabelle had already made a wet patch on the crotch of her smallclothe as the jail door swung open and the three of them finally stepped out before they all hurriedly started to make their way out.
They rushed until they had finally stepped out of the castle and into the dawn. However, there was no sign of any more enemies waiting for them as they rushed through the forest. They were barely out of the castle’s sight when Katherine suddenly stopped amongst the trees, the clothe of her dress pressed between her thighs, “Well both of you must go on from here, we will join you in a moment.”
The boys stopped and looked questioningly at her. “Well, is everything alright?” Iwan asked concerned.
“Yes, everything is fine, we just need a moment to speak to about something.”
“Can't it wait, my Lady? It would be best if we leave this forest as soon as we can,” Edgar said.
“No, it can't wait.” Katherine said, “Now go, and don’t bother coming back looking for us, we will catch up soon.” Iwan shrugged at Edgar before they turned and walked off. As soon as they were out of sight, Lady Isabelle groaned a long, anguished sound and doubled over, her hand pressed tightly between her legs as she turned towards the bushes. Marianne quickly hobbled to the nearest shrub as well, squeezing her crotch as she did so.
Katherine quickly lifted her dress and started untying the knot of her drawers with her trembling hands, her bladder was about to explode, her piss only a moment away from completely pouring out. Marianne felt she simply could not hold her piss a second longer. She had already started letting out small dribbles into her smallclothe and it felt wet by the time she untied it and slid it down her legs before she took a hurried squat and the piss came pouring out of her, “Ohhh, my Looorrdd!” her eyes closed and breathing eased as she threw her head back in relief.
Isabelle began to hurry when she saw Marianne’s piss gush almost six feet from where she sat in a fierce torrent. Isabelle’s bladder had wanted to empty itself like that for hours now and it was not going to wait any longer. The poor girl started to urinate profusely into her smallclothe as she desperately tried to untie the knot of her drawers with her shivering hands while she knocked her knees in the last ditch effort to stop her violent flow. Her piss felt so hot running down her trembling thighs, tears welled in her eyes and her lower lip trembled, her bladder was absolutely full. “My God! Why won’t it open!” She cried out as she desperately wrestled with the knot. She managed to stop her flow somehow and just then the string of her drawer came loose, she then quickly pulled the knot of her smallclothe and tore them both down in one lightning-fast motion. She could not even wait until she was fully squatting, and her piss came gushing out just as her knees were just beginning to bend, “Ohhh, my goodness!” she breathed as her shoulders sagged in heavy relief, her head drooped down in defeat. Her torrent was ferocious, arching over eight feet as the poor girl felt the relief of finally emptying her aching bladder. The entire day’s worth of pent-up piss exploded out of her with a force unimaginable, splattering loudly onto the floor of dry leaves. Isabelle moaned, “Ahh…, my goodness,” as the lifesaving relief washed over her.
Only Lady Katherine was left now. She hastily untied the drawer knot and her bladder at last expanded to its real size, finally free of the confines of the tight thread. She hurriedly freed her smallclothe and pulled it down to her knees as she finally took the squat and her piss involuntarily came gushing out. “Oooohhh, , thank goodness!” she threw her head back as her urine gushed ten feet across and she finally breathed, her body resigning itself to the enormous relief at last. I’d been holding that for sooo long.“Oh the pressure!” Her toes curled in relief. She would have never had believed she was capable of weeing with such might. Her stream hissed out of her loudly, a profuse burst of piss like no other. Her bladder had come really close to bursting.
Marianne had been continuously peeing for a minute now, making a gigantic puddle of piss on the forest floor, but the flow still wasn’t under her control. Now she was just peeing, peeing, peeing, like she always did, a long steady stream that she thought would go on forever. Two minutes, and she was still going like there was no end to it. Her stream was unlike anything she had never seen or heard before. The sound of her piss as it splashed on the ground covered with leaves was beyond words. The satisfaction of urinating after this long was so intense, she felt light headed.
Isabelle’s stream of clear urine looked wider and more ferocious than it was before; she shivered in ecstasy as spasms of relief gripped her. How she had managed to drink so much and then hold it for so long was beyond her imagination. The rage of the stream rushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder had filled to its absolute limit. It was her longest piss ever, and with the pressure, she was going with, she knew she had never held this much ever before.
“Aaahhh…” Lady Katherine moaned as she turned her face sideways, her eyes still shut with the unimaginable relief. Her stream went farthest of the three and carried the most volume. For a moment, Isabelle and Marianne managed to equal her torrent in pressure and the distance, which was easily thrice a yard but they could not keep up for much longer. All the girls were now ousting enough urine to fill a sewer.
Lady Isabelle let out a deep sigh as she continued to empty her very strained bladder, “Ahhh, I wanted to go so badly…” three minutes had passed since she had started weeing, and there were no signs of her piss stopping anytime soon. Relief surged through her brain as stress, worry and pressure were replaced by the feelings of the immensely relieving discharge of her hot piss.
The girls were glad to have found some privacy at last so they could relieve themselves but unbeknown to them, they were not alone. Iwan and Edgar had not gone away as they had said. They were secretly watching the girls take a piss from behind the trees. King Iwan watched in shock and awe as the ladies deposited their enormous lakes on the forest floor, gushing out their streams of urine several feet across, their puddles running in rivulets to travel even further.
Both the boys looked on, in total incredulity. They couldn’t believe how much the girls had inside them, how long they had been weeing for. Hard, gushing streams of hot piss pouring out, many liters in total that seemed to have no end.
For Edgar it was a dream come true to witness these beautiful girls take such massive pisses. He was still shocked at the sheer volume and pressure with which the ladies were urinating. Their bladders must be really-really large to contain so much inside. He smiled as he watched the girls’ strong and vicious streams; the immense gushers that looked no less than horse piss!
While the boys enjoyed the spectacle, Ladies Katherine, Isabelle and Marianne thanked the Gods that it was over. Their bladders had stretched to the point of exploding.
God, what relief was Katherine feeling. How she had managed to act so strong and defiant in front of her captors while needing to wee so much was beyond her thoughts. Had King Iwan come a little later, she would have lost control of her bladder.
Marianne sat there, with her head in her hands, just weeing and weeing and weeing. So long she had suffered in silence, but now her splattering stream told how desperate she had been, how much she had been holding herself, controlling herself, in front of all those people who were completely unaware of her plight. The copious amount of piss gushing out of her was proof enough that her bladder was stretched to its absolute limit. She sighed in relief as she continued to release her waters into the forest. Her piss was the manifestation of her fears, her worries, her pride and honor of being a lady, her anger and her fury, all coming out in an uncontrollable gusher, her emotions finally out in the open. Oh, what a massive relief it was!
The boys were amazed to see Isabelle’s stream still going so strong and heavy. She peed for so long, it felt like ages. It was a spectacle that would have been impossible for them to believe had they not seen it for themselves, they could have never imagined someone could piss this much. How someone could walk off while holding so much in their bladder?!
Katherine looked on with beaten eyes at the colossal stream that was pouring out of her with the force of the Almighty, she couldn’t believe how full her bladder was, she hardly had to pee any less even after going for four minutes. If only she could piss faster, she thought, she feared that the boys might come looking for them, but she always took ages when she was really desperate. Even after six minutes, she was still going strong, but finally a minute later, her piss began to slow down, finally stopping after a vicious torrent of seven and a half minutes. How she had managed to hold all of that pressure and piss inside her, she would never know. Katherine sat there, still breathing heavily and staring at the giant puddle she had made several feet away, leaves floating in her piss. Her bladder was still aching, and she was sure that if she remained squatting she would be able to force more spurts of pee out, but she knew she could probably hold it till they reached Tantallon.
By the time all the three girls had finished emptying their bladders, they had covered the forest floor with piss and foam.
Marianne remained to squat out of exhaustion even after she was done. It had been a very close thing for her; she had almost lost it in that cell but managed to hold it in somehow. She always pissed a torrent, but the pressure in her bladder had produced the biggest blast she had ever managed. Her ability to carry around a load this big in her bladder was really amazing.
Katherine sighed in relief as she pulled up her smallclothe and drawer as she stood, tying the knots before letting her pink dress fall back on her legs. Marianne gave a few more quick spurts before finally standing up to pull back her small clothes and drawers before she tied the knot around her deflated bladder that felt so good to be finally empty. Isabelle tried to cover the wet patch on the front of her dress with her hand, Katherine would tease her to no end if she saw this.
Now that their aching bladders were empty, the girls decided to join the boys. As she walked through the woods, Katherine realized that her hands and legs were still shivering, her body still relishing the feeling of her now empty bladder. Oh, she couldn’t even have begun to tell how good it felt now that all the pressure was out. Just a few hours ago, her brain felt blocked to the point of no return needing to pee so badly. But now, all of that was over. She was relieved to the heavens.
They found Iwan and Edgar waiting for them near a great pine tree, “Why did it take so long for you three to catch up?” the King asked, realizing that the big bulges that the girls had been carrying before were now gone.
“Oh, we really had to talk about something,” Katherine said.
“Well that took really long” he continued.
“Yeah, we had a lot to talk” she answered.
The five of them then made their way quietly from there, hoping they wouldn’t encounter any more brigands or wild beasts. Then Edgar stopped and closed his eyes, listening through the trees. “I hear something. Everyone, please remain quiet” he opened his eyes and a smile ran across his face, “I think it's a search party. I hear dogs and horses, and the wheels of a carriage.”
“Yes, I hear them too!” Iwan said and they all began moving quickly towards their rescue. |
Day - X (II)
The Ace of Spies
When Sergeant Odette Winston Hallowes came riding up openly near the enemy encampment, one hand on the reins and the other high in the air, the brigand horseman was bemused enough to decide that taking her to the camp would be more interesting than using her for target practice. He was not, however, bemused enough to keep from relieving Sergeant Odette of her bow, sword, and dagger. She had expected that and did not resist. The tents of the plainsmen sprawled in disorderly fashion over a large span, although she thought the brigands fewer in number than she had estimated. The black tents themselves were familiar: large, round, and made of felt as she had seen many times over the months during her battles with the freefolk.
Men walked here and there, clumping about in their heavy boots. The brigands spent so much time on horseback that they were awkward on the ground, almost like so many birds. They stopped to eye the beautiful woman as the scout brought her in. She paid no mind to the people staring at her.
The Captain’s tent was bigger than the rest. The oxtail standard was stuck in the ground in front of it. Lady Odette’s captor shouted something in the musical common tongue of the Horselords, of which the officer knew nothing except a couple of foul phrases. The tent flap drew back, and two men came out.
The lady who followed them was plainly the Captain; she carried an aura of authority like the Master of Office at the capital. She wore kohl around her eyes and her dark blonde hair surrounded her face and shoulders in a lustrous, rippling cloud. She wore a faded, big, round, dark hat decorated with blue ostrich feathers as a show of vanity, along with her off the shoulder poet shirt and corset style lace front vest under her long black coat. She wore long boots and long, hard-wearing linen trousers. A knotted striped-black sash was tied around her waist, where she stowed her sword, with a red bandanna wrapped around her head. Two belts ran around her waist, and like most plainsmen, and she wore four rings, while a shredded black wristband was wrapped on her right arm.
She listened to the man who had first encountered Odette, then turned to her. “I am Dolores Teach. You will tell me the truth.”
Sergeant Odette raised her head, “I will tell you the truth, O’ mighty Captain,” she said from her knees. She was before one of the most famed brigands or as they called ‘Land Pirates’ in the country, and the only woman to have been convicted of outlawry. The blackest soul and the darkest heart of any brigand who had ever lived, striking fear into the bravest of soldiers, Dolores Teach was a name uttered in terror by all. One could only wish not to be unfortunate enough to encounter her in these woods. But maybe, fortune was not something that the Sergeant had favors from.
A few years ago The Captain had attracted the attention of Lord Aldrich Spotswood, the Governor of Boḫārā. Lord Spotswood had arranged for a party of knights and men-at arms to capture her and bring her to justice; and shortly following a ferocious battle Lady Teach had found that several of her men were executed by a small force led by Lieutenant Robert Maynard, and though she had managed to escape somehow now all she sought was revenge. The threat of brigands had loomed on the smallfolk for long and they now stood as one of the greatest dangers to the merchants and travelers on the roads that went through these forests.
A battalion had set out from the city on orders from Tantallon and Odette had seen all the men with her fall one by one to the swords and arrows of the freefolk. After most of their men had fallen in the battle, Odette was commanded by the Lieutenant General himself to curb this menace. She knew she needed to find a way to stop them.
Right now, she was surrounded by Dolores and her men and there was nothing she could think of to get herself out of this situation. “Enemy,” one of the chieftains named Helen announced, looking at Odette, “I doubt what comes out of her mouth will be the truth.”
The others agreed.
“We must kill her, Captain,” Russell who had preceded Dolores out of her tent, urged. “She killed ten of our men on the battle field yesterday, you saw it. Take her head off.”
“No,” Captain Dolores answered. “She’s more use to us alive than dead. And the murder of prisoners after a battle is not the custom of the plainsmen.”
Dolores looked at her and said, “I need to hear no polished flattery. Speak to me as to any woman, but if you lie I will kill you.”
“Then she will not speak to you as to any other woman,” chuckled Carruthers, the other one who had been sitting with the Captain in her tent.
Seeing Odette’s gaze shift to him, the plainsman chuckled again and said, “Do not place hope in me, my lady. Only you can save yourself here; I cannot do it for you. I am but a chieftain, not the Captain.”
“You also talk too much, Carruthers,” Captain Dolores broke in, which seemed to amuse Carruthers mightily. The Captain gave her attention back to Odette. “Why should I not have you killed for a spy?”
The Sergeant said, “I am no spy. Would a spy be fool enough to ride straight to your camp and offer herself up to you?”
“Who knows what a spy would be fool enough to do? If you are no spy, why are you here? Quick, now; waste no time making up falsehoods.”
“I have no falsehoods to make up,” Odette replied. “I am—I was —a Sergeant; I fought your men on the battlefield. I told my lieutenant-general he was wrong in a council and showed him it was true. As reward, he took away my rank. What was I to do?”
“Kill him,” Russell said at once.
“No, because then the other men would kill me too. But if I join you, I can gain revenge for the slight many times, not just once.”
The Captain wrapped her hands under her ample bosom, considering. Russell touched her elbow, spoke close to her ear. She nodded, short and sharp. Then Russell said, “Will you swear by the Lord Almighty that you speak the truth?”
“Yes,” Sergeant Odette said. With tied wrists she tried to cross herself. “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, by the Virgin and all the saints, I swear I have left my Lord’s army after my quarrel with the lieutenant-general.”
Russell heard her out, and then said to Dolores, “Her truth is not certain, my Captain, but it is likely. Most of the Christians from the city are too afraid of this hell of theirs to swear such an oath wantonly.”
“Fools,” Captain Dolores grunted. “Me, I fear nothing, in this world or the next.” It was not meant as a boast; had it been, Sergeant Odette would have paid no attention to it. Spoken as a simple statement of fact, though, it commanded belief—and the sergeant knew only too well she was not without fear herself, for the Captain inspired it in her.
“Maybe it is as you say,” Captain Dolores said at last. “If it is, you will not mind telling all you know of the army.”
Odette rose from her knees and Carruthers untied the rope around her hands. The Captain waved for the sergeant to go before her into the tent and Odette did what was expected of her. As she entered the Captain’s tent in spite of her stout heart and steel will she thrilled in every fiber, her heart racing. She did not know what was going to happen to her.
Then suddenly she heard the Captain’s voice, “Before you start I must tell you there are some rules that you must follow while sharing our tents and meat,” she warned. “Do not step on the threshold. If you do, you will be put to death for the sin. Also, as long as you are among us, do not piss inside a tent but only in the chamber pot, or touch a fire with a knife, or break a bone with another bone, or pour milk or any other food out on the ground. All these things offend the spirits, and only your death will wash away the offense.”
“I understand,” Sergeant Odette said. She had heard of some of the brigand customs, just as the plainsmen knew something of rituals of the city. A couple, though, were new to her. She wondered nervously if Captain Dolores had left anything out. Odette had never been in the tent of a brigand Captain; its richness surprised her. She recognized some of the displayed wealth as booty from the raid across the river Leadon: vessels of gold and silver, hangings of cloth-of-gold and rich purple, bags of pepper and cinnamon and scarlet dye.
But some of the riches the plainsmen had produced for themselves. The thick wool carpets, embroidered with stylized animals or geometric shapes, would have sold for many gold coins in the markets at Godswick and Boḫārā. And the cushions, stuffed with wool and straw, were covered in silk.
Captain Dolores sat on a divan across the tent and began firing questions at Sergeant Odette: how big was the army at Boḫārā? How many men did you have at your camp? How many horses did it have? How many men were in the first division? In the second? The third? What supplies did the baggage wagons carry?
On and on the interrogation went. After each of Odette’s replies, Dolores would glance toward Russell. The Sergeant could not read the man’s flat, impassive face. She hoped they believed she was not lying.
Apparently they did, for at last Captain Dolores fell silent. Then she said, “I think what she says is the truth but we will decide of her fate tonight” words that left Sergeant Odette thinking.
Odette spent the next few hours inside the Captain’s tent speaking to her, and before she knew, it was getting dark outside.
The village of Sheep Lane was within sight from where their camp was and as the sun drowned in the skies, the Captain and her men turned themselves to the inn. It was a sprawling three-story structure of pale stone bricks, one of the biggest that Odette had ever seen, but even so, it could not sit even a third of the Captain’s men. They sat there drinking for a good while as Odette familiarized herself to the new ambience.
“I am an innkeeper, and know my grounds, and study them; o' Lord, I study them,” the innkeeper said out loud, “I must have jovial guests to drive my ploughs and whistling boys to bring my harvest home, or I shall hear no flails thwack.”
Sergeant Odette found it amusing to listen to the stories of the tale-tellers during the night’s drinking, the free tryst of all travelers, and where the humor of each displayed itself without observance or restraint. They were sitting in a large, low chamber, where several persons were seated together in different parties—some drinking, some playing at cards, some conversing, and some, whose business called them to be early risers on the morrow, concluding their meal, and conferring with the chamberlain about their night's quarters.
The Captain’s group sat around making japes and sharing tales during the emptying of a hogshead of beer. She had drunk over a dozen mugs of bitter through the night, all of which was now steadily making its way into her expanding bladder and yet she had not gotten up to relieve herself even once in all these hours while the men in the group had each paid a visit to the restroom several times while having drunk less beer than her.
Captain Dolores was well known amongst her folks for having a huge bladder; as she was able to drink a lot of big tough men under the table. No one ever expected a beautiful woman like her to be able to down more beer than them. Whenever she went for a drink with the men she always drank more beer than even the tall brawny ones in the group and often at the end of a long night, Captain Dolores would be the one to walk out of the inn with the most swollen bladder.
Her drinking stories were arguably even more legendary than her accomplishments on the battle field. No one could believe that such a charming lady could drink so much, and seemingly everyone who spent time with her had a favorite Captain Teach drinking story.
The hours mounted and she did not excuse herself for a leak. Few of the guests had seen the amount she’d drunk and knew Dolores must be building up a massive gusher, yet she sat and made small talk without a care. Even with all the drinks, she still felt no more than a slight trickle in her elephantine bladder.
Sitting on a different table, Sergeant Odette kept a keen eye on her everyone. Now that she was in the enemy’s camp, she knew she had to be as careful as she could be. Her own situation was not much different than the Captain’s. She was the owner of a huge bladder herself and although she had managed to infiltrate the enemy’s camp; she had not cut back on the amount of water she had to drink since she woke up that morning. Not to mention the pot after pot of red tea and kumis that she had been offered in Dolores’ tent. She could not refuse the offerings as she did not want to come across as unwelcoming and rude to her new hosts. It was the part of her training, to drink as much water as possible and keep herself hydrated. She knew it kept her kidney’s healthy. But she also knew that she had no time to pee. She must find a way to complete her mission before the time ran out.
Back in her camp, amongst the few men who knew her well, she was known as Sergeant Odette who “stole” the Gillygate castle from the enemies a few years ago, the flawless spy who was Tantallon’s secret sword. She not only helped the Governor control a major part of the state for Lord Thames Gardener, but also guarded the borders from the enemy neighbors and obtained critical information in other kingdoms as well.
Her equals saw her as a young lass with a mane of brown hair, who was a part of the most prestigious military unit in the country, who would amaze everybody with her knife-throwing skills. With her sharp knife, she could hit any target she chose, and though she was an excellent markswoman and an able soldier, the men found it hard to place faith on her because she was a lady.
Though their indifference did not deter Sergeant Odette from her purpose. The Governor had such faith on her abilities that he gave her the most difficult and impossible of assignments that no one else dared to take on. She was assigned to assist Sir Thomas Barn in the assassination of Lord Fredrick for rebelling against their liege Lords, the Gardeners. Odette and Sir Thomas infiltrated Lord Fredrick’s castle of Filmore as part of their plot after which she attempted to manipulate information from the household guard there, and inevitably confronted Lord Fredrick that led to his demise.
Time and again, she had emerged successful in her operations and stories of her heroics became well-liked with every child on the streets of her city. The chroniclers in the streets of Boḫārā could often be seen telling tales with blatant unbridled, overt feeling of pride to gatherings of old and young about the unnamed spy “And she captured the castle of Gillygate by a ruse. This gave great joy to all, for the territories of the kingdom were expanding daily. Learning of the seizure of Gillygate, the enemies left most of the fortresses of the land and fled at night, leaving the towns at the disposal of our Lord Liege.”
The tales of her valor were uncountable, and though her victories had been significant and the tales abundant, the last few months had turned the kingdom into a battle field, threatening its people and its neighboring states as well. As the time had passed, Sergeant Odette’s tasks had become riskier but also more vital to her kingdom. She appeared to be the best defense against the threat of the brigand plainsmen, against unfaithful neighbors, against whatever that waited to evolve from the mayhem. Most importantly, she was Tantallon’s last defense short of open war. She was the unnamed warrior of Boḫārā who was its lifeblood, who risked her life, living away from her home under an assumed identity, carrying out daring missions in enemy camps and where the slightest mistake could bring her arrest, torture, or death.
As the night grew deep and they all sat drinking, Helen signaled Odette to come join them after the men had left the table. As the unaware Sergeant came to sit with them Helen narrowed her eyes and said to the others, “If the Sergeant would join us, let her show us her prowess and prove the truth of her.”
“I’ll do whatever you ask.” The words came hard, but Odette said them.
A little spilled from Matlida’s brimming beer mug as she laughed. “Then you will have to drink with us.”
“As if she could,” said Julian. “Get up, Sergeant, and run back to your tent.”
“Silence, you!” the Captain commanded the ladies, and then she said to Lady Winston, “It’ll cost you a copper if you want to join our table, and you have to drink beer, no fancy wines or shit.”
“Bitter,” said Odette, putting a coin on the table after she took it out and the inn servant quickly picked it up before he ran to fetch her beer.
While they were being served Dolores explained, “This is a tradition that we follow. We do this every month. You are new to this, but the rules still apply. You pay a copper to start drinking, and we all drink pints. We pay until someone goes for a piss, then they have to pay for the rest of the evening. If you are on our table, having to piss may turn it into a very expensive night for you.”
Odette shrugged this off. “I’m fine,” she replied. Though she did not show it outwardly, she could not believe Captain Dolores had the impudence to suggest a competition with already so much inside her bladder. It made Odette wonder about the sheer capacity of the Captain’s organ. Her chain of thoughts was soon interrupted by Helen who said, “Well, you will be deemed worthy to sit with us only if you are able to last the night without excusing yourself for a leak,” she smirked. Words that would echo in the Sergeant’s head all through the night.
Drinking her tenth pint, Odette was definitely feeling the need to wee, and was regretting the liters of water she had gulped down during the day but it was nothing that she could not manage. She noticed that at least half of the ladies at the table were also crossing their legs, some twisted tight in the way that meant they were bursting.
The next round was due, and Dolores told her to get it, perhaps wanting to see if Odette was showing any signs of desperation. Deliberately Odette walked slowly to the bar and then made a point of standing absolutely still with her legs apart while she was served, then, just before she picked up the full mugs Helen came next to her. “I must say you are tough.”
“Pardon me?” Odette asked.
“Nothing, it just looks like you aren’t troubled yet” the chieftain teased, wanting to know how critical Odette’s condition actually was.
“I am fine” the sergeant replied before she reached her hand to pick the mugs but just then, Helen said, “Enjoy while it lasts, my dear” she smirked, “Soon you won’t be able to hold it any longer and that table will only have those sitting on it who truly deserve to be.”
The Sergeant did not answer.
Helen then said looking at their table where the others were waiting for them, “Do you see her face, sweet girl?” Odette looked at Captain Dolores’ face. It was calm and composed and did not tell at all of the liters and liters of urine inside her bladder. “You see how untroubled she is?” Helen said.
“Dolores has never lost a drinking contest. She has an cast iron bladder, and so do I, better prepare for your loss tonight, I only hope it is not too humiliating for you little girl,” Odette looked at Captain Teach who sat drinking. Her face was beautiful, hard and cruel, her eyes as cold and dark as onyx. Maybe Helen was right. Maybe the Captain was undefeatable.
What concerned her was the fact that her own bladder was as full as the Captain if not more. She had seen all the others on that table visit the restroom roughly more than eight to nine times to relieve themselves so she knew they were at a clear advantage in comparison but so was not the case with Dolores. She must be the clear force of nature, thought Sergeant Odette, to be able to sit with such calm on her face and so much piss inside her bladder. The Captain’s capacity scared her.
Continuing the game, Odette sat with her legs wide apart as she drank her beer. This was making her want to piss more, but she was confident of her ability to wait, and was focused on playing this game. Before she had drunk half of her next beer, Odette noticed that Julian and Matilda had their legs really knotted, and were beginning to squirm on their seats, and Matilda was biting her lower lip, showing, that she was reaching the end of her endurance. Then Bethany, stood up, “I paid for this piss last month, so I’m not going to kill myself waiting if I don’t have to. I yield,” she said before walking with small but quick steps towards the restroom.
“Last month’s loser. She gets one free piss this month,” Dolores explained to Odette.
Matilda, the other girl with really tightly crossed legs groaned audibly at this, wincing and pressing between her legs, absolutely desperate and not wanting to hear any mention of restrooms or weeing. Her bladder was playing up that night, because she never normally wanted to go so soon, and she was dreading the disgrace and expense of losing. Dolores knocked her arm. “Do that again any you’ve lost, you know the rules of the horsewomen; nobody else in the inn must see you’re bursting.”
Heroically, Matilda managed to hold out a few minutes longer, hoping to last until another round had been bought, even finishing her own drink quickly to try to hurry the others, but eventually the pressure in her bladder became uncontrollable, and she felt a trickle of pee start to leak into her smallclothe. She broke off in mid conversation and fled to the restroom, frantically pulling up her breeches as she went, trying to hold her pee for another few seconds, then grabbing her crutch as she went in. But it was too late, she had lost it, and a dribble of pee had escaped before her fingers could stop it. On the privy hole, she frantically tore down her breeches and smallclothes and unleashed a gush of pee before she was even sitting.
“Oh the pressure!,” she thought. “no wonder I couldn’t hold it any longer, my bladder really was stretched to bursting point.” It was only when her pee was finished and she had pulled her breeches on again that she felt her wet smallclothe thankful that they had absorbed the pee and there wasn’t a wet patch between her legs. She really had pushed herself to the limit, then almost made a fool of herself, as no-one had ever peed in their breeches before.
Odette had had a clear view of her frantic dash to the restroom, including her holding as she got to the door, so she was half expecting to see the wet patch between Matilda’s legs, though she decided not to say anything to the rest of the group. Almost immediately it was time for Matilda to buy her first round, and Odette went to the bar to help carry the drinks. “Looked as if you nearly left it too late?” she said casually as they stood at the bar. “It was a close thing,” replied Matilda. “I nearly killed myself trying to hold out, but I’m out of money and can’t afford to lose. This is going to cost me almost all of my loot money. I really hate these contests, but the Captain insists on having them and nobody else protests. It’s alright for her and Helen, they’ve got cast iron bladders, they never lose. What I would give to see her nearly pissing herself.”
Odette said nothing, but she agreed with Matilda. Odette too was in awe of Dolores’s ability to hold her piss, but her own capacity was fairly decent, and as a trained Sergeant she ought to be able to outlast her. All she needed was the chance to try. For a start, she was not going to piss tonight until Dolores did, and maybe Dolores would also be trying to out-wait her.
This had the makings of an interesting evening, far beyond what she had expected. Even though the contest had been lost, the other girls all left it for at least ten minutes after Matilda and Julian had given up, hoping to show they were not desperate, and by the time they were finishing their twenty fifth pints, only Dolores and Odette had not been. Odette’s bladder was definitely filling fast now.
The Captain took another long sip, “Russell spoke truly today,” she said as she finished what was left in her mug. “You are like a crow, Sergeant Hallowes. The black crow is a tricksy bird, that’s so... but I want to believe you for what you told me. So take care not to play tricksy with me.”
“As you say, my Captain,” Odette said plainly.
“I would have had your head off if that is what I wanted but no,” Dolores said. “Though once you have drank at my board you are protected by guest right. The laws of hospitality are as old as our ancestors.”
She continued to drink, “Here you are the guest, and safe from harm at my hands... this night, at least. So tell me truly, Lady Winston. Are you a craven who turned your cloak from fear, or is there another reason that brings you to my tent?”
Guest right or no, Sergeant Odette knew she walked on rotten ice here. One false step and she might plunge through, into water cold enough to stop her heart. Weigh every word before you speak it, she told herself. She took a long draught of beer to buy time for her answer.
When she set the mug aside she said, “It was the insult. For years I served my country with everything I had and what did I get in return? Revenge is the only thing I seek now.”
Captain Dolores smiled, as Odette had hoped she would.
They got the last round in just before time was called, and as Odette slowly sipped her drink, feeling slightly drunk, she knew she only had wait another fifteen minutes. Or maybe less, she thought. She was certain the Captain would get up any moment now and excuse herself for a piss. There was no way anyone could contain that much pressure any longer.
But what the Captain said next caught her off guard, “Yield now,” Dolores began, “and you may save yourself the humiliation. You cannot win this Sergeant. You might not know but I have the mightiest bladder of all.”
“I do not doubt that, my Captain” Odette replied, “But it looks as if you are reaching your limits.”
“Not at all, what is inside my bladder is of no concern to me,” said the Captain. “Its walls are strong and thick.”
“But not so strong as to keep in the flood that you are holding.”
“My bladder is stone,” said Teach. “Stone does not break.”
The Sergeant did not reply. As they finished their drinks Odette decided that she was going to walk out of the inn without using the restroom, even if Dolores went, though now she was sure the Captain won’t do that as she was too proud to admit that she needed to piss.
“Well that’s it then,” Dolores finally said as she placed the empty mug on the table, she took a moment before she got up and walked with Odette towards the door.
As they stood outside the inn, the Captain smiled, and shook her hand, “It’s been a good evening, I’ve enjoyed myself,” It had been a long while since she had enjoyed a decent evening of competition that stretched her bladder and she was pleased to find a worthy opponent and companion in Odette. Momentarily, at least, Odette knew she was accepted.
They began their walk back to the camp, but upon reaching their tents after the night of heavy drinking, the two women were met with shock. A few men ran around in panic. Their tents had been robbed. Captain Dolores was taken by surprise and so was Sergeant Odette. A lot of things were taken: ornate jugs, maps, mugs, blankets and furs, and jewelry. The tents were torn and things emptied on the floor. A shot of anger ran through the Captain’s head when she saw the carnage, she wanted to punish the guardsmen but then decided to hold her rage.
Captain Dolores glared at them. “Where were you?” she demanded. “I was sure you were watching over the camp when we were not here.”
The men traded unhappy glances. “We were, my Captain, those thieves ran in like mice before we could see them” said Quent, the youngest of them, his beard a soft brown fuzz.
Captain Dolores turned her head to look at them. They had never seen her so angry, yet she said nothing.
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Then suddenly they saw a mob of men as they followed Russell up the slope, dirty and dented and grinning, with Carruthers and the Cedric at their head. Between them they dragged one of the thieves. They threw him down in front of the Captain. “Caught him,” Cedric said, “The other two with him got away into the forest, we have men after them, but we nabbed this one and brought him here so he could have the pleasure of meeting you, my Captain.”
The shivering man raised his head. “Mercy, m’captain, mercy!” he pleaded. “I beg your pardon! Forgive me!”
The thief was a young and scrawny man, not much taller than Odette herself. He had lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and was dressed in old clothes, ragged and greasy.
The Captain stood solemnly with her hands wrapped around chest, her long golden hair stirring in the wind. All that beer was rushing into her swelling bladder, and almost everyone there know that the Captain was due for a massive piss. She had a grim cast to her grey eyes, and she seemed not at all the woman who would sit before the fire in the evening and drink a mug of beer. Suddenly, they all feared her wrath.
There were questions asked and answers given there in the chill of morning and finally the Captain gave her command, and two of her men dragged the ragged man to the ironwood stump that was brought there just moments ago. They forced his head down onto the hard black wood.
“Let me go, please. I shall help you some day.”
Dolores sighed, “I am the Captain of this camp. You are but a small thief. You cannot help me.”
The man looked at Dolores and pleaded humbly. “Oh great Captain! Please-please do have mercy on me! I have committed a mistake. If you excuse and pardon me I will surely repay you in future”.
She could not hold her laugh at this, “You wish to repay me? How exactly? What you have done must be punished” Dolores said coldly. She nodded and Russell unsheathed his sword and said, “I hope you have no last words.” He lifted the blade.
“Pardon, O Captain,” cried the shivering man: “forgive me this time, I shall never forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these days?”
Now the Captain was astonished by the bravery of the man, she saw no way in which the dirty man could repay her but she thought that maybe letting him live wouldn’t cause any trouble, “Take him away and put him in irons,” Dolores said, “and make certain there’s a strong guard around him” and they took him away.
“They must have been fools, to come in to our camp.” Carruthers said as they saw the thief being taken away.
“Folly and desperation are ofttimes hard to tell apart,” said Rusell.
“What all is gone?” The Captain asked Carruthers as soon as she turned from there.
“They have taken everything they could, my Captain,” he began to say, “The flagon of ale, the silver cups, the clothes, maps, your tall bow and quiver of arrows, and your chamber pot as well, they have taken everything” he hung his head in shame.
She felt her heart race.
Similar was Sergeant Odette’s plight who was told she had nothing left in the tent given to her, even her chamberpot. Both women decided to keep quiet as they shared a tent to sleep. They would not get a chance to piss that night. |
‘They say that the legends of the past are meant to teach and warn the coming generations.’
Odette & the Outlaws
Day – XI
The Iron Horse
When Odette opened her eyes, she felt a sharp pain in her forehead. She looked around to find the Captain had left the bed early. She walked out of the tent still holding her head. The wind of dawn was welcomed by the ground covered in frost. The brigand camp sprawled for as far as she could see. In amongst the men and the horses and the trees, it was easy to get lost, and Odette did. She passed a dozen tents and a hundred doused cookfires. She heard someone complaining of a backache. Butterflies floated amongst the tents like petals broken off flowers. She caught the scent of barley tea, so tempting it made her want to take a sip, although her bladder was laden heavily with last night’s beer piss. Away in the distance, she heard voices raised in some lewd song. A giggling woman raced past her, naked beneath a brown cloak, her drunken pursuer stumbling over tree roots. Farther on, two brigand swordsmen faced each other across a little trickle of a stream, practicing their thrust- and-parry in the growing light, their chests bare and slick with sweat.
No one looked at her. No one spoke to her. No one paid her any mind. She was surrounded by men sworn to Captain Teach, a vast host hundreds strong, and yet she was alone.
“Looks like you are finally awake,” she heard a voice and turned to see it was Helen who walked towards her.
“Yes,” Odette said, unsure of what else to say.
“I thought you’d never wake up after drinking so much last night” she taunted.
“I did, fortunately” the Sergeant answered.
“Care for some tea? I have some brewing at my tent,” the chieftain offered and Odette couldn’t refuse. At the moment that seemed to be the best way to keep the chill away from her bones.
“Sure,” she said before Helen showed her the way.
“It seems you gave a tough fight to the Captain last night” Helen said as they walked, “I have never seen her drink so much just to keep in the contest.”
“It was nothing unusual” Odette answered plainly as she wrapped her hands around her chest to fight off the cold.
“Oh, it was. You were really brave in the face of a giant like Teach. You gave her a run for her money. But she likes people who she thinks are tough and can drink as much as her” Helen continued, “And she is very impressed with you.”
“Me?” Odette asked. Her words reminded the Sergeant of last night’s heavy drinking session and suddenly her mind went back to the liters and liters of urine in her bladder as she felt the waves crashing against the walls of her bladder while she walked.
“Yes, you must have an iron bladder to have lasted the night against her,” the tired chieftain stated. “You showed her that you have what is takes to be an able horsewoman, you truly deserve to ride with us today,” Helen concluded as they finally reached her tent.
She went on to carefully take the boiling pot from the fire and poured it out before giving a cup to Odette. The sergeant cradled the tea in her hands and blew on it to cool it. She looked around and saw other women preparing themselves for the journey today.
“Everyone seems to be raring to go, what is happening?” she asked Helen.
“Well we are going to have a race today,” Helen answered.
“A race?” she asked, bemused.
“Aye, from here till Saddle Town.”
“But that is far from here; the horses cannot run that long.”
“No Sergeant, you have got it wrong” Helen chuckled in disdain, “We do not need our horses to run in this one; we only need our bladders to stay shut.”
“What do you mean?”
“Today we ride in the Iron Horse, this race happens only once a year” Helen explained, “We race for the glory and of course the money but this is not one of those contests where you merely have to sprint your horse to finish first, it is much more difficult than that. All the women who partake in the race drink six mugs of beer before they start and they begin the ride together. They all ride until someone finally takes a pit stop.”
“A pit stop?”
“Aye, a pit stop, an urgent stop to empty your bladder. It is a matter of great shame for a horsewoman to admit that she has to make waters and believe me I have seen many of them call in at the last moment for the stop because they were too proud to accept they were bursting for a piss. One thing I have learned being a part of such races is that there is no point trying to hide it if you really have to go, but then you lose the respect of your fellow riders.”
“I see,” Odette breathed, wondering how big the horsewomen’s bladders were to even think of participating in such a race.
“Yes, and once you have taken your pit stop, you ride again until you and all the other riders stop to drink six more mugs of beer that they pour from this barrel carried on a horse cart, this keeps on happening so there are a lot of aching bladders and lot of crotch squeezes. The one to take the least number of pit stops wins in the end” the chieftain went on to explain.
“That sounds really tough” Odette exclaimed.
“Oh it is, sweetling, this race is not for the faint of bladder, but that is not all. Let me tell you it is no ordinary beer that we drink during this race, it is made with those special hops that are grown by the village serfs near the Maulden Woods, it makes you urinate so much more. I have seen some women piss like senseless racehorses when they threw in the towel. I wonder how humiliating it would have been for them to accept that they couldn’t hold it any longer. ”
Who in their right minds would want to participate in a race like that? Odette thought, “That sounds grueling.”
“Oh, it is Sergeant” Helen smirked, “It is no child’s play, it is one of the most vicious and toughest races that there is. No woman can contain herself under such circumstances.”
“Then why ride in something you couldn’t possibly last let alone win?” Odette asked.
“Well, for one it is a chance for us to win big money through wager and also because it is a test of our strength as able horsewomen. A true horsewoman never stops for a piss and this race is a key stepping stone that could bring women like me the status and prestige we think we deserve. This race is revered as a sacred ritual amongst us brigands and it is our only way to know our significance and standing in this camp.”
“Oh, it sure is a tough way to find your merit,” Odette said, her mind then wandered to the more important question, “Will the Captain be riding with you all today?”
“Aye, she has to, in fact she might be the one to have the most at stake here,” Helen answered, “Usually the Captain is let off from the race for at least seven years from when she is chosen as the head of the tribe but then when her time is over she is challenged by younger and stronger girls for the claim. Dolores last won the race seven years ago and for a long time there was no one who could have even thought of challenging her but things have changed now. There are girls I know in this camp who are much better holders than Teach. Her bladder simply cannot take what these younger girls have in store for her but if she doesn’t win the race, she will lose her station to one of them. That means she will be the Captain no more, in some races the retired Captain is defected from the tribe for three years but that decision lies solely with the new Head of the tribe. If that happens it would be a matter of utmost disgrace for Teach.”
“How can you let that happen to your Captain?” Odette asked in disbelief.
“It is cruel I know, but it is the way of the freefolk,” Helen continued to speak, “This race is a custom that we plainswomen have to follow once every year to know who has the strongest bladder of us all and whoever wins will earn not only the prize money but also the respect of her fellow plainsmen and women. Last year the race saw the highest ever number of women; sixty riders who wished to earn the high opinion of the clan, with forty-four completing the course, which enabled this race to lay claim to being ‘the country's largest horse race’ or so they say.”
“What happened to the others who could not complete the race?” Odette asked.
“Oh, they just quit half way through,” Helen answered, “Not everyone can make it till the end, you’ll see..”
“It must be hell trying to hold it through all this” the Sergeant noted.
“Oh, it is. Last year, everyone thought I was a serious contender to win the race and earn the respect of the tribe. As it turned out, not only did I not win the race, I couldn’t hold it at all; I took fifteen pit stops.”
“Oh, my God!,” Odette sighed.
“I have seen this race break the arrogance of many women who thought they deserved the respect of the tribe; I have seen their smugness washed away with the ferocious pisses that they took in urgency. That is why only real women are allowed to take part in this race. No younger girls are allowed because they simply cannot compete.”
“I have no doubt about that,” Odette said, but her curiosity was more towards the Captain, “Do you think Dolores can win today?”
“I wish I knew the answer to that but if I did, we wouldn’t be having this race,” Helen said, “It is true that her bladder is huge, battle hardened after winning many such races and contests year after year, but she simply cannot keep up with the younger girls now. Mabel daughter of Dolf has been winning this race for the past three years and Alice daughter of Cheyk was able to draw with her for the past two years. Not to forget Chieftain Rosette, it is about time she got her due in this camp. All three of them are really tough, have strong bladders and an enormous will. But a woman has to keep her pride and what choice do we have? This is our only way to earn the respect and glory that we have always wanted.”
With such a tough competition and so much riding at stake, no wonder Odette could see the nervousness in Helen’s voice. They had only taken a few more sips when the chieftain suddenly had a more interesting idea.
“Hey, why don’t you ride with us in the race today?” she questioned with a smirk, “We’ll see how tough you really are.”
Her words sent a shiver down Odette’s spine. She was scared but she could not show it.
“Well…umm..”
“Are you scared little girl?” Helen mocked the Sergeant, “Afraid you’ll wet yourself or your bladder will burst apart before you find a spot to piss?”
“I am not afraid…”
“Hahaha, then prove it,” Helen said, “Ride with us and we’ll know how strong you really are..”
Odette was sure of her bladder capacity but she had never experienced drinking the beer that Helen claimed made the riders piss like racehorses. It was a huge bet to place just on her bladder but maybe it was a way for her to earn the respect of the tribe.
“It’d be an honor for me” Odette said as she calculated the amount already in her bladder before they started walking again after placing the cups near the fire.
She knew that surviving this race required unusual strength, skill, and courage from her, which she knew she had. However she thought it would be wise to empty her bladder first before such a demanding race but she didn’t know where? She had nowhere to go. Her chamberpot was stolen the night before and urinating in the open was against the customs of the freefolk.
They walked through the numerous tents for a few minutes before they came upon an open patch of grass where Captain Teach stood with her chieftains, listening from them. One look at her swollen belly told Odette that Dolores had not gotten a chance to piss yet either.
“Ready for the race today, Captain?” Helen asked as she approached Dolores, “I heard someone say that Rosette is going to win today.”
“Let her do what she can,” Dolores stated in her usual cocky tone, “I fear nothing. That was what I was born for. To ride. To ride well and to win races,” her words never failed to amaze Sergeant Odette and she could only imagine the amount of urine already brewing inside the Captain’s bladder after all that beer last night. She was a giant and no race was long enough to keep her from winning. Or maybe fate had something different in store for her this day. Only time would tell.
The betting had already begun and former convict Rosette, Mabel daughter of Dolf, Alice daughter of Cheyk and Captain Teach were the favorites to wager on. All the bettors had put so much money on these four riders that they were soon over-bet on. The Iron Horse race was all about a huge bladders, big spenders, and massive jackpot wins but it also had steep risk involved. A bettor could make or break his back in this race thus he had to be very cautious of which rider he was going to place wager on.
Captain Teach was clearly the most experienced rider in the race that day who had won bettors large sums of money in the past, but the last few years had seen her withdraw her name from such races more and more. Maybe she wasn’t the sure-fire bet like she was in the past. However that had not steered away bettor James Gaffer who got his wife to allow him to place a wager of 8500 coppers on Teach to win this year’s race with odds that looked overwhelming.
His brother called him a thorough fool for doing that and James had started second guessing his bet but then he steeled his heart for whatever was to come. James was a hobbit and an ironsmith by profession who was betting his entire life savings on this race. He would be broke and be left with nothing if he happened to lose but what other way did he have? He had to marry off his nine daughters and also take his old mother to the capital to meet her bed-ridden brother one last time before he closed his eyes. It all needed money and for poor James this was the only chance.
As the sun climbed at the snail’s pace and everyone prepared themselves for the race, Russell and Carruthers went around and inspected every horse to make sure they were strong enough for the contest. Odette could tell everyone was nervous, after all it was a matter of pride and respect for the women of the camp, and of money for the bettors. All the riders had made sure to urinate immediately before the race so to prepare themselves for a long hold, except for the Captain and Sergeant Odette herself who had no chamberpots to piss into. All the plains folk had quickly wound up their tents and were ready to go.
All that was left now was the wait for the contest to begin and soon the wait was over as well. As all the women gathered to drink down their first six mugs of beer, Odette noted that Captain Dolores was the first to finish her mugs and then she waited for the others near her horse. As the racers came into position the woods grew almost still. Then a horn sounded, and they began their journey, their luggage, armor, food-supplies and camping equipment laden on pack horses behind them.
Everything went well for the first hour and a half, when suddenly Julian gave her crotch a squeeze and said, “I really have to pee.” The beer had started taking effect on their bladders and Julian could not believe how quickly it had struck her. Matilda tired to encourage her to hang in there and Julian tried her best. She only managed to ride for a few more minutes before she could not take it any longer and was forced to jump off her horse and run behind the bushes while pulling up the waistband of her trousers to squeeze her pee hole shut only to tear down her clothes and unleash an absolute gusher of a piss once she was sure no one was behind the cover. The race had claimed its first victim. The other riders could only reel in loathing looking at how poorly she had conducted herself. A horsewoman must never stop for a piss. She should never have taken part in the race if she could not contain herself.
The beer was doing its work though and it was going to spare no one. Soon more women started to complain of needing to piss, however their pride was preventing them from stopping and emptying their rapidly filling bladders. They all knew it was almost impossible to last till they stopped to drink again but they had to try. Matilda was the worst of all. She squeezed her crotch for dear life but had discreetly let out several hot leaks into her undergarment and was too ashamed to accept she needed to pee. But soon the pressure inside her small bladder overcame her good sense and she stopped her horse to dismount and tear down her breeches and smallclothes as she ran to the bushes to piss like there was no tomorrow. She came back with a huge wet patch on the ass of her trousers. Her embarrassment was palpable and she dared not look others in the eye who were riding past. Many more women couldn’t take it before the first stop and were forced to relieve themselves on the way.
Before long, faced by urgency most of the riders had taken pit stops but retired Captain Anne Read wasn’t one of them. She was one of the old hands and was a long shot for the bettors in this race. At forty two years of age she was still a beautiful woman and still had a massive bladder to rival most riders that day. Anne still remembered the day she lost this race to Dolores seven years ago and also with it lost her place as the Captain of the camp. She despised Dolores for what she had taken away from her and today she had set out to win back her lost glory and the vengeance she had sought for seven long years. This race meant a lot to her. She had been preparing for it for the past whole month, drinking copious amounts of beer and water and holding it as long as she possibly could. Though her capacity had vastly increased in the last seven years, she didn’t want to take any chances and thought it would be the best to put her bladder into practice for the coming race.
By the time they stopped for the second round of drinks, almost all women had taken multiple pit stops, with Julian taking the most breaks to urinate urgently. With five pit stops in total till now Julian knew she had already lost the race but didn’t want to give up. She hoped others needed more stops in the coming hours than her. The only six riders to have not taken any pit stops till now were Rosette, Mabel daughter of Dolf, Alice daughter of Cheyk, Captain Teach, retired Captain Anne and Sergeant Odette.
The six women were tough riders, and it was obvious to most of their challengers by now that these were the real tanks, though the battering pressure of the beer had not spared them either. Each one of them could feel a copious amount of piss flowing into their bladders and could only pray that the others broke down soon so that they could empty their own rapidly filling piss tanks.
Soon another hour and a half passed and all the women again came together once more to down six more mugs of bitter for the third time since morning before they climbed back on their horses and took to the road. Each woman could feel all the beer rushing into their bladders even faster than before and they knew soon they’d have no other option than to take a pit stop.
They rode for good while somehow, but soon the bladders started to explode. This time it was Matilda who threw in the towel first. She could not contain the pressure any longer after only half an hour back on the road and dashed to the bushes to piss a huge torrent. She was soon followed by Julian, Helen, Pauline, Henrietta and Florence and the rest who simply could not hold it any longer. Pauline got so desperate that she was in fact forced to take three pit stops before they decided to stop to refill themselves for the fourth time.
“I bet ten silvers that Dolores will piss as soon as we halt for the fifth stop, she cannot hold it beyond that” said a boy who had started growing a red beard and had large hands that made him look like a lumberjack.
“Aye, I thought that too… the woman’s got a big bladder but when we were resting under the tree an hour ago I saw her getting really tensed as she stood near her horse. I knew then that she must be feeling it….” said the other who was a forager.
“Yes…but I am not sure,” said the third who was riding with them, “Maybe it is too early to say...I think we must wait to see where it goes from here…I will not make the mistake of taking Teach too lightly” and the others agreed.
They were wise to not wager against the Captain so early in the race, though she was effected from drinking so much, Teach was not the only one who was starting to feel the beer make its presence felt in her bladder. Sergeant Odette was close too but they had somehow managed to stave off any pit stops and so had Rosette, Mabel and Alice and Captain Anne but the race was getting serious now and after all of them had chugged down six more mugs of beer each Helen thought it would be wise to warn the greenhorn, “There’s a thing we all tend to underestimate and that’s the pressure. I’d suggest you to empty yourself at the earliest before we start riding again.”
“This beer is really catching up to me and I’d be lying if I say I don’t have to go, but it is nothing I cannot handle” Odette said.
“This is no time for jokes, girl, go take a piss before it is too late” Helen said in a sharp voice, concerned that the Sergeant’s bladder must be aching, “The Captain and the others are big girls and they know how to hold their beers, it would be too foolhardy of you to think you can keep up with them. They are tough riders and they have big bucks riding on them today, which you fortunately don’t have to worry about.”
Odette would have loved to do that, relive her bladder from the lake of urine that she was containing since last night but her upbringing would never permit her to do that. As a lady of proper etiquettes and manners, she knew she was not allowed to relieve herself in the open.
“I’m fine” was all she could say to Helen as she got back on her horse.
The veteran could not believe the Sergeant’s words when she could feel her own bladder filling up really fast after three enormous pisses in the last few hours. She just prayed Odette didn’t damage her bladder trying to hold that long. Left with nothing to say, they soon resumed their ride together and it didn’t take long for all that beer to take a toll Helen’s bladder.
“I really have to pee" Helen complained as they rode, “I am dying for piss…” she squeezed her crotch tight as they rode abreast. It had caught on so fast on her that she was left defenseless.
"Are you going to hold it till someone else stops, Helen?" Odette asked concerned.
"I don't think I can hold it till then..." Helen grimaced as she tried to control the pressure but it was simply too much.
"Well if it is that bad you should just go into the bushes," Odette suggested as they rode ahead.
"I can't do that; I need to hold it longer, oh God I think I'm about to go!" she gasped, her other hand shivering as she held on the reins.
Odette watched as Helen grabbed her crotch to try to hold it in as long as possible. She could tell that Helen was not going to make it to the next stop. The chieftain was thinking the same thing. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She just wanted to find the courage to accept that she really-really had to piss and was absolutely dying for a pit stop.
She found that courage very soon for the fear of soaking herself shook her and she climbed off her horse faster than she had climbed any horse off in her life and ran to the bushes to urinate with the force of an elephant. Oh, what a great piss it was, going on for minutes, and for Helen to be this desperate the other women were not far behind. Matilda, Julian, Pauline, Henrietta, Florence, Bertha all broke down and emptied their distended bladders in massive gushers of piss that soaked the woods as the rest rode ahead.
“I am sure the Captain needs a pit stop now” said a lad who had often seen Dolores win holds against the other women.
“It would be a matter of great shame for the Captain to stop for a piss when her people ride at her back” answered his comrade with a smirk.
“Aye, but she always acts so tough, I just wish she got very desperate and held herself openly for everyone to watch” he smirked, feeling the boner stir in his breeches.
By the time they decided to stop to refuel themselves for the sixth time the ladies were barely able to ride a few leagues without halting for a piss. Their bodies were expelling copious quantities of urine as they now could not contain such strong urges to answer the nature’s call.
After the riders had downed six more mugs of hard beer that had already been mercilessly coursing into their inflating bladders for hours now, a few bettors who had already lost wagers on other riders came to the most aching bladders of the race. Dolores, Rosette, Alice, Mabel and Anne had not taken even a single pit stop since the race began and they were clearly at a huge lead in comparison to other riders who had already taken several pit stops. But they were paying the price of their audacity now. None of them could deny that their bladders were starting to ache now though they were ready to stretch their bladders to any limits that were needed to win this.
Standing at a distance, the bettors saw the bulge on each of them and could clearly tell that Captain Teach was in the worst condition of all. Her bladder was swollen considerably further than the rest because unbeknown to them, she had not gotten a chance to urinate since her visit to the inn last night.
Though they saw Sergeant Odette standing near with an equally swollen bladder, none of the bettors were interested in placing bets on her because they thought her too inexperienced and unskilled to win a race this serious and also because they did not know her.
Now that it was clear to the bettors that Teach had the biggest pressure inside her bladder, most of them started to call of the bets placed on her. Her chances of winning the race seemed too less at this moment and there was sudden panic amongst the bettors who had a lot riding on Teach.
The word that the Captain was not going to last the race was beginning to spread and the bettors started to change the wagers they had made. And though most had given up hope, some still had faith and James Gaffer was one of them.
“Pardon me, my Captain” James approached Dolores as she stood with a hand placed on her horse, “There was something I wished to speak with you about,” he said a little worried.
“Go on, James Gaffer son of Hamfast, I am listening” Dolores told him in her stern voice.
“My Captain, I have rode behind you since you took the mantle seven years ago, and I have served you in sickness and in health. You are the strongest Captain that this camp has ever seen in its days and I cherish to be a servant to you but today I come to you seeking for help,” James bowed his head, he knew all was lost for him, “The man who I wagered with refused to call the stake off and now I must pay him the money if I lose this bet. You are my only hope now, my Captain. I placed all that I had in this and I still want to believe that I can win this but….”
“James Gaffer, I’d be lying if I told you that I was alright…” Dolores cut him calmly but a certain quiver was evident in her voice, “And what you’ve heard them say is the truth. I am fast approaching my limits, and the other riders with me, they are at a far greater advantage than I am, and I don’t know… where to put all this beer that is streaming into my bladder. But that does not mean that I am going to give up against these tenderfoots.”
James Gaffer looked up to his Captain with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“Your Captain’s bladder might be the fullest here but it certainly is not the smallest” Dolores said with a tone of confidence that brought a hint of a smile on desolate James’ face, “I know full well how to keep my beers inside. So lighten up James Gaffer and let me prepare my horse, I have a race to finish.”
The hobbit bowed in front of his Captain humbly and full of joy before running back to his pony. A few other bettors too had seen the opportunity that had presented itself and were ready to place bets on Dolores. She was now a long shot and had far more potential value for her backers than the other strong holders. For every 1 copper that they were risking on her, they had a chance to win 134, it were the greatest odds stacked upon anyone in the history of the Iron Horse.
More bettors came forward to try their luck placing bets on Captain Teach, but were stopped by the experienced ones who knew she was a lost cause. They knew she had reached a point from where she possibly could not come back.
While the other women laughed and drank or urinated profusely hiding in the bushes to save themselves the shame, Captain Dolores pulled the saddle and saddle blanket off her horse. She knew the horses’ backs itched after a long ride so she kindly brushed the horse down to prepare it for the ride that was left.
Soon they were back on the road, and all eyes were now on the six mammoths who had not bothered to urinate yet. They all rode for a good while and inside of a trot the Captain preferred a slow walk on Bayard for the most part of the journey before their next stop as she thought cooling him had become crucial at this point.
All the bettors were panicking as they knew all these women had to piss profusely now. A couple of them had even made wagers on Odette and were checking her progress as well. The tension was thick in the air as all the six riders had refused to take a pit stop. A few bettors who had placed big wagers on these riders were worried sick now and did not know how to find out who was winning, all they could do was wait and let mother nature take her course.
The bettors’ fears soon came true though as more and more riders succumbed to the dire pressures inside their bladders and amongst the others who were riding behind poor Julian had it so bad that she became the laughing stock of the group, unable to control her piss long enough though she had a large bladder, she peed so many times that she knew for sure that she had lost the race. Though the others did not show it, they were no better. Only their pride stopped them but that too was not sufficient to control their exploding bladders and soon they peed copiously behind the bushes or any cover they could find when the pressure became uncontrollable, while few who were left struggled to keep on the road.
The only riders who had managed to fend off the pressing need to empty their swollen vessels till now were Captain Teach, Rosette, Mabel, Alice, Captain Anne and Lady Odette. They were calm and unperturbed as they rode their horses, their massive bladder capacities in full display for everyone and much to the chagrin and jealousy of other competitors. But even the strongest six were rapidly feeling the pressure increase and were starting to feel the urge to urinate strongly now.
They were to stop soon for another round of drinks and it was starting to make Alice really anxious. The girl who was seven years younger to Dolores was experiencing bladder ache like she had never before. She had been trying to stretch her bladder further for a good while now but it seemed as if she had finally reached her limit. But she wanted to prove it to her fellow riders most of whom were girls her age, that she had what it took to take on the giant Dolores Teach of whom others said that she was the toughest rider there was.
She could not understand how it had come to this, she had been so confident, so sure of herself, she knew she could beat Dolores, she had been looking forward to this day for months now, dreaming of being called ‘the Captain’ as she walked through the tents. But she was slowly realizing that it was not meant to be. Nobody had warned her what she was getting into.
The piss inside her was thrashing her urine hole incessantly, her bladder commanding her to unlock the gates before it exploded with the force of the almighty. She knew she had lost long before she had. Alice could not understand how she had let herself come to this situation. How did she lose? She did not know.
As when she climbed off her horse grabbing her crotch to save her life, she started urinating in long hot spurts. She had warmed her smallclothe with a dozen streams of urine before she finally reached a spot in the woods and tore down her clothes and squatted to take the most breath taking piss of her life. The stream from her crotch arched eight feet and carried volume like it was a coming from a sewage gutter unblocked after days. The first of the big six had fallen.
There was a sudden panic amongst the riders and bettors. The walls of the strongest bladder fortresses were starting to get breached. The beer would spare no one. The bettors who had made wager on Alice lost out a huge sum as soon as she gave up. Most of them could not believe she was the first of the big six to fall. They had seen her win so many holds but of course none of those wins were against Dolores, Mabel or even Rosette for that matter.
Alice urinated giving out long heartfelt sighs of relief that could be heard clearly by the riders who were just a few feet away on the road but could not see her. Money changed hands and all who had bet on Alice expecting that she won’t stop till she had won the race had lost their money, though all their hope had not deserted them as some were still expectant of her and hoped the other riders to break down as well before long.
Back in the bushes, liters and liters of severe pressure was being let out by Alice in the form of a mighty stream that seemed to flow with the force of the river Leadon. There was no way the others were still holding it, Alice convinced herself that they were cheating, and she knew no human being could hold in as much as she had. It was a lie. She knew she would have won this race had the others not cheated, she reasoned there alone, urinating violently, grateful that the pressure in her bladder was finally lifted.
The rest of the women had filled themselves with more beer and were waiting around to take up the race again. As Odette waited near her horse for the others to be ready to get back on the road, she heard an interesting conversation between two of the bettors, they were two hobbits who seemed too greedy for money, “Did you see how badly swollen the Captain’s bladder looks?” asked the first hobbit whose name was Samwell.
“Yes, I heard that she has not stopped for a pit stop yet,” the other one named Fredrick answered, “I cannot imagine the pressure and weight building up inside her bladder right now, how can she be so calm and composed with that much inside her?”
“I don’t know, but what I do know is that she won’t survive till the next stop,” Samwell said with a glint in his eyes, “Fifty coppers say the Captain will give up the race in the next two hours.”
“Fifty coppers!?” Fredrick laughed, “I am in!”
The contest was serious now. They were soon back on the beaten road and before long Captain Dolores set a grueling pace, and it took its toll. Women bursting for a piss kept up as best as they could or were left behind as they stopped to empty their aching bladders. With each passing minute they left a few more behind, women who dashed for a piss into the bushes but could not keep up. Every hour a few more broke off along the way, their bladders simply too full to ride any longer. And by late afternoon a few were left behind, stealing off into the woods. Odette had been half-tempted to go with them.
The remaining five ladies were containing their swollen bladders without any trouble, brewing their own hot beer piss as they continued to ride and soon it was decided that it was time to refill themselves again.
When they had refueled themselves for the eighth time with more beer, Julian who had skipped drinking anymore beer since the last three stops came to Dolores who stood stroking the mane of her horse Bayard, and said, “I want to take my name off the race, Captain, I just cannot stop pissing and it is making impossible for me to ride, I beg your pardon for disappointing you, please forgive me, my Captain.”
“This is no child’s play girl, you have no idea what it takes to be a real rider” Dolores said in a cold voice, “Go and ride with the children,” she said and all Julian could do was gulp the lump of humiliation in her throat while grateful to Teach for letting her out of the race before she turned to desperately look for a spot to empty her brimming bladder. She wondered how the Captain was coping with so much inside her. It must definitely be bothering her. And bothering it was. Dolores was needing to concentrate more and more now on her expanding urine tank and the mounting pressure but she also knew she had to be calm in the face of such peril.
While they all waited for the race to start again, Odette watched as the Captain scolded a young rider when she saw him letting his horse drink from the cold pond. She told him how vital it was to not let his horse gorge on cold water, which could make the poor beast keel over and die. Watching all this Odette wondered how Dolores was coping with something that was beginning to catch up to even her. As a trained soldier and Sergeant, Odette had never felt her need to urinate increase so drastically ever in all her years of service and for her to be bothered this much there was absolutely no doubt to her that it must have hit Dolores hard as well. They took the road soon and the bladder stretching continued.
The ninth stop to refuel saw more women accepting defeat as they realized they did not have a bladder large enough to be worthy of respect. After the tenth stop, only six women were left racing, Rosette, Sergeant Odette and Captain Dolores, Mabel daughter of Dolf, Alice who was still not ready to accept defeat and Captain Anne and the crowd could not believe that five of these six beautiful women had somehow managed to put off the need to take even a single pit stop.
They made the tenth stop to refuel themselves when they found sufficient feed and water for their horses.
The onlookers cheered in frenzy as they saw some rider unload her very-very swollen bladder in front of everyone because she could not wait to till she found a bush.
One after the other, the women were forced to take urgent pit stops, emptying massive quantities of urine for the public to watch but not the Captain, Rosette, Mabel, Captain Anne and Sergeant Odette. The riders were starting to halt for more beer but Mabel’s lower lip was trembling now as she desperately fought to somehow contain the massive pressure inside her bladder. Time was running out for her and she knew there was absolutely no chance for her to control her urine till they reached Saddle Town which was just a couple of hours away.
She fought tooth and nail to somehow manage her undeniable urge but she had been bottling up her urine for hours now and there was utterly no space left inside her bladder.
“Aah!” she wailed and her eyes closed as she winced in sheer agony. She just rode somehow till they were under the shade of huge Ficus tree before she climbed off her horse tore down her trousers and underwear and unleashed a torrent of piss that arched ten feet across even before she was completely squatted.
She remained squatted with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face in her between knees as she kept on peeing and peeing and peeing for minutes together. The others who were stopping could only gasp in shock and cover their mouths in horror looking at the sheer amount of piss that was pouring out of the poor girl. She had been put to her place by bigger girls who knew how to control their bladders.
Tears were welling up in Mabel’s eyes as the reality of the situation began to dawn upon her. She had lost the race, and her defeat was open for everyone to watch in the form of the massive arch and colossal puddle of her piss. What would they be thinking of her? She was so desperate that she could not even make it to the bushes to save her dignity. The onlookers were stunned at the sheer volume of the piss gushing out of her.
It was a crushing defeat, one that had reduced Mabel to such a desperate answer to her need. She somehow kept it together but then she heard someone laugh and a woman say, “Oh Lord, just look at her!” she broke down and tears started rolling down her eyes.
It was a nightmare she had dreaded the most, the nightmare that had finally come true. If only they had known how long she had struggled to keep it in, how much she had fought to keep this from happening, how much it meant to her to let out this much pressure after resisting with everything she had, they would have never laughed at her.
The first thought that ran through the minds of anyone who stopped and saw what was happening was how the poor girl had saved her bladder just in time from blasting apart. The sheer pressure and distance covered by her stream of urine was enough proof of the immense struggle the poor girl had been enduring for so long.
When she was finally done after what seemed like hours to her but were only eleven minutes, Mabel pulled up her trousers and smallclothes simultaneously as she quickly stood up and walked briskly past the stunned watchers, refusing to look anyone in the eye. She had taken the loss harder than most and she could not believe her bladder had absolutely failed her on the most important day of her life.
The race had broken the wills of the strongest of riders and their bladders were now defeated. Riding ahead without urinating first had become impossible now but none of the four remaining riders who had not taken a pit stop were willing to accept that they needed to go in the worst way. All four of them wanted to end the race but could not bring themselves to say it. All they could do was keep riding and that they did.
Eventually they took down the tenth round of beers, and it was only her determination to out-last Dolores that had kept Captain Anne holding. Captain Read had never held it this long after drinking such an enormous amount of beer. She too was doing her best to act normally, but sheer desperation was forcing her to wince in agony of the pressure she was fighting so badly to contain. Rosette, being just as desperate, but equally determined not to pee before Anne or Teach, was steeling herself to walk straight, as the pressure in her swollen bladder became too great.
As the four biggest bladders of the race stood in a small circle talking to each other to take their minds off their massive need to urinate, the other contenders and bettors and even fellow riders gawked in disbelief of the absolute bladder command that these women were displaying. Two out of these four women had reached the point where they could not even stand straight because their bladders were so full and they were Rosette and Anne. The only concession to her desperation Anne Read had allowed herself was one hand on her throbbing swollen bladder. She could feel how much she was bulging there, and really hurting, the enormous pressure in her bladder forcing her trousers to stretch.
Captain Anne and Rosette were really not taking much interest in the conversation, as both were fighting to control bursting bladders without showing how desperate they were. Anne, determined not to cross her legs, was pressing them together as hard as she could, and bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, clenching all her holding muscles as hard as she could. Her honor was at stake, and she was not going to give up easily. Unbeknown to the others, Captain Anne had used a powerful diuretic six hours before they had started, that had caused her to urinate repeatedly before the race and lose a little more over 30 pounds of fluid, thus increasing the ability of her body to absorb more liquids. The use of such diuretics though forbidden was common in such races of the freefolk and Anne knew full well that it would mean the end of any chance for her if she was caught but she took the risk and it had paid off well, at least until now.
Unfortunately for her she had not thought the race would go on for this long. She would have won the race by now had it not been for giants like Dolores and Rosette but now she was regretting that flask of water, and not having one final pee before setting out, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Her miscalculations were going to cost her dearly now. Anne was fighting hard, trying to adopt a tough lass attitude, standing with her thumbs inside the waist of her trousers, pulling it up as hard as she could. From behind, her tightly clenched ass showed just how much effort she was making to hold in her piss.
The intermittent shudder, when Anne was also banging her knees together revealed her desperation to Odette’s practiced eye, and she could also see that her bladder was swollen despite her tight trousers, proof that her bladder was a close to bursting as Rosette’s was.
This trial of strength continued with both girls becoming more and more restless and distracted as their desperation reached critical level. Anne was determined not to give up, and continued to talk to the other women, taking heart from their uninteresting answers. She only cared about peeing now and nothing else.
Anne now knew that she wasn’t going to make it to the bushes. She was frantic to give up and find somewhere to pee before she did it in her underwear, but her pride stopped her. She tried to squeeze her thighs and cross her legs to only a degree with her foot in front of the other but she had reached her limit, and she could either squat and pee where she was or try to find somewhere better and probably wet herself in the attempt. Holding herself until the last possible second, she started to quietly urinate into her pants as they stood there talking. Her brain absolutely froze, the relief was overwhelming and she shuddered with tear jerking humiliation at the same time. She had lost her last chance at glory. Odette was the first to notice her accident and exclaimed with an “Oh!” before the others caught on to what was happening.
“I cannot stop! I cannot!” Anne cried out with her hands crossed across her chest tightly as she fought to save her dignity but it did not stop. She was humiliated and defeated but the relief was the most important now.
Anne could not accept that her bladder had failed at such a large scale and that too right in front of her competitors. It was a traumatic experience for her but one she was herself responsible for.
She left an enormous puddle on the ground that left everyone who saw it shocked to the core. No human bladder was supposed to hold that much urine but Anne Read had and it had taken its toll.
The incident also completely broke Rosette’s will to hold on and she rushed into the bushes to empty her massive bladder in sheer desperation. The other riders and bettors were shaken to see two giants fall at once. They had not hoped Rosette would break down before the race had finished but all their hopes were battered by Captain Teach's big bladder.
The disaster was soon left behind and they all came back on the road to finish what was left of the race.
By the fourteenth stop every rider was down and beaten. Nobody, not could even dare to think of drinking any more beer except for Alice who still was counting on Dolores to grow really desperate and unleash her bladder at the roadside any moment now but unfortunately for her that moment never came. Sergeant Odette was riding strong as well and Alice could not fathom how a woman who had no past experience of riding such races was so comfortable with so much urine inside her.
When the three stopped to drink the last round of the manic urinator beers, Alice was shivering knowing the full effect this action was going to have on her very soon and she simply could not understand how Captain Teach and the redhead girl they were referring to as Sergeant had the room inside their bladders. It was like they had cisterns instead of bladders that they could simply use to store as much urine they had.
By now the realization that she was up against two massive holders was starting to dawn upon Alice who could feel her courage and will rapidly abandoning her. But she was not going to give up without a fight. She promised to herself that she would not piss until the Captain and Sergeant took a leak, not knowing how long that would be but she had no other way if she wanted to win.
Having taken the road, her hopes however were soon washed away when she suddenly found that her bladder was again fast approaching its utmost capacity. Alice shivered on the back of her horse as she fought desperately to win this race but it was of no use. She simply could not keep up with Dolores and Odette. The poor girl finally admitted defeat and climbed off her horse before urinating copiously on the side of the road and with it, the hopes and dreams of all who placed a wager on Alice daughter of Cheyk vanished as Captain Dolores and Odette rode past her in the stretch to gain a lead in the race.
Alice was now officially two pisses behind Dolores and Odette and there was no way that she could think of to get back in the contest. All was lost for the poor girl now. It just wasn’t her year.
It was a shorter ride after the fourteenth stop and by then there were two who were clearly ahead of all the rest, and they were the only ones who had emerged triumphant out of the mayhem that was left behind. No one amongst the crowd could believe Dolores Teach and Sergeant Odette had completed the race with so much pressure inside their bladders.
Many who rode with them were wondering if Captain Dolores and the beautiful Sergeant Odette were secretly leaking into their underclothes while keeping a straight face. No one could believe that there was someone who could go through the entire race without a single pit stop.
The others who rode with them were amazed. These two women were giants who were riding in the race with mere humans. They soon were in Saddle Town and the race was finally over and two things were clear to everyone in the camp, Dolores was to remain the Captain for a few more years to come and that she was the one who needed to biggest pit stop now.
When she finally got off her horse, the stiffness in her walk told volumes of the colossal toll all that beer had taken on her bladder. Her urine tank was swollen and sore now. It had undoubtedly taken the worst beating in all the bladders in the race that day. Helen saw just how inflated the Captain’s bladder looked as she stood talking to Russell and Carruthers and knew instantly that she had some very serious pressure built up inside her swollen organ. In truth even both the men were astonished and awestruck to see the sheer size to which the Captain’s bladder was swollen, knowing full well that she was overdue for a massive piss.
In a huge effort of will power, Captain Teach had overcome the vicious pressure inside her bladder that had her seriously doubting her decision to carry on with the race until the end. All those who rode with her had seen the capacity of her bladder and knew there was never going to be another like her.
She stood feeling the beer still pouring into her deliriously tired bladder before Dolores found herself surrounded by her men. Some bowed to congratulate her, whilst others bent the knee to her to reaffirm their allegiance. Russell, Owen, Helen, Toad, Spare Boot, Giant Rob, Mully, Ulmer of the Queenswood, Sweet Donnel Paul, and half a hundred more pressed around her. Dywen clacked his wooden teeth and said, “Gods be good, our Lady Captain will continue to lead us on the right path.”
Soon more men and women came near her, and they saw the Captain with a huge bladder, and fell down, and worshipped her and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto her gifts; gold, and frankincense and myrrh. As more and more people of her tribe swarmed near her to shower her with wishes and gifts, Captain Teach covered the incredible pain in her bladder with a warm smile on her face.
They greeted her for long and she accepted their gifts and wishes with grace before someone said, “We must now excuse the Captain for I assume she must be aching for a pit stop now” everyone laughed and muttering thanks under her breath finally she walked, the outlaws moved aside to let her pass. Helen said she had never seen anyone hold in more pressure than Captain Teach did that day. She could see that Dolores could hardly walk. All knew she had a bladder that was holding an awful lot of urine and that she was holding back such incredible pressure and yet she won the race. She still was calm and collected as usual and everything seemed normal about her except the swollen bladder bulge. She stood around talking to her people, hiding the severe pain inside her bladder. It was fascinating, what power and strength she showed.
All in her camp were flabbergasted to know that Captain Dolores had not taken even a single piss break between the ride. It was a feat unsurpassable by anyone else.
Soon the men had started to unload their horses and a huge firepit had been dug and its flames rose swirling and crackling toward the sky.
“How much did we win?” Dolores asked as she walked to giant tree under which Cedric and Osten sat greedily counting the coppers. Many who had placed stakes on her against all odds had won enough to retire and those who had staked against her had lost greatly.
“Enough to lay feasts until one year” Cedric answered to her happily, “You rode with a bladder of steel today, my Captain, all this is because of you.”
“It took everything from me to win that race today” Captain sighed, “You have no idea what is happening to me right now.” The pressure to unload her extremely swollen bladder was massive, and Captain Teach could not deny the weight in her urine tank.
“I could use a good piss now” Dolores confessed as she stood, “Nothing clears my head like a long wee after a race.”
Though they heard, Cedric and Osten ignored the Captain’s plight, too busy counting coppers.
Later that night, while the others sat singing and drinking and eating by the fires, all Dolores wanted to do was take a very long piss and go to sleep, but she had nowhere to go. All she could do was curse the thieves under her breath and prepare herself for a long night’s celebrations. While they celebrated, all cheered for Captain Dolores who had put off taking all the pit stops and also for Sergeant Odette who had become a new favorite.
A lot of young boys jerked themselves off in the bushes or under their blankets that night because of what all they saw that day. Seeing such desperate women had triggered the carnal rage in their loins and they had to seek relief. Some even wanked thinking of how swollen Captain Teach’s bladder was at the end of the day. None of those young lads could believe how big and capacious Dolores’ bladder was. For most of them, she was their dream, a dream far beyond their reach. But every dream had an end, and soon Dolores was going to meet hers. |
Day – XI (II)
A Royal Leak
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King Iwan had barely been able to contain his emotions as he saw his mother Queen Charlotte walking towards him, a look of gratefulness and relief on her face. He had missed her so much, and the thought of never seeing her again had been unbearable. But now, they were finally reunited, and it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Mother," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
"Iwan," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so relieved that you're safe. I've been praying to the Lord Almighty every moment for your safe return."
“Nothing would happen to me, Mother,” Iwan said as they hugged each other, “..as long as your prayers are with me, nothing can harm me.”
Suddenly, Queen Charlotte's face contorted in pain. "Oh, Iwan I am bursting for the toilet," she said tightly crossing her legs, her voice strained.
Iwan was shocked to hear such a personal and immodest admission from his mother, he couldn’t believe that being the Queen of the Twelve Kingdoms she could so openly confess to such vile and improper needs, “Mother, you must not say such things,” he said, “What if someone could hear us?”
“Pardon me, son,” Charlotte grimaced in agony, “But I’m absolutely DYING for a wee, a spritz, a tinkle, a quick spray…..ANYTHING!”
Iwan couldn’t believe that he had just returned to his mother from the gaping mouth of death itself and all she seemed bothered about was taking a leak! He couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at her urgency.
“Well, would you be returning to your chambers then?” Iwan asked.
“Oh, Iwan, if truth be told, the door to the toilet in my chamber is locked and I cannot find the key anywhere,” Charlotte said, desperation evident in her voice.
“Oh, did you tell about this to someone?” Iwan asked concerned, “I am sure they would have sent for a locksmith.”
“Oh, I-I didn’t tell anyone, I didn’t want to come across as rude,” she said, her lips trembling due to the pressure inside her bladder.
King Iwan couldn’t believe that she had been suffering silently all this while, “Mother, if it is that urgent, you could use the toilet in my chambers,” he offered her.
This was what she had been dying to hear, but she knew she couldn’t accept the offer right away or it would make her look really desperate.
“Oh..n-no, that won’t be needed,” Charlotte responded, trying to sound as if she was in control but in truth, she was just moments away from exploding in her smallclothes, “That would be too rude and impolite,” she breathed heavily as she crossed her thighs tighter.
Though she was trying to act tough outwardly, she was going out of her mind behind the veil of her austere, prim, and powerful self, Oh, please hurry! Force me to use your toilet! Force me to use your toilet! Force me to use your toilet!
“It is really unbecoming for a Lady to use somebody else’s toilet, Iwan,” she said, her bladder aching for relief.
“I know, Mother, but can’t you bend the rules just once?” he asked.
"No, my dear, you must understand, using another person's toilet is against the etiquette and manners of a lady. A-as a lady, one should always strive to behave properly and with respect for others."
Make me an offer I can't refuse! I really want to use your toilet! I'm ready to be convinced, just don't make me wait anymore! I can’t wait for a piss, Iwan!
"I understand your concern," Iwan said, “I beg your pardon but if you’d allow me I need some rest now, Mother” he held his elbow that got hurt sometime during his tussle with the brigands in the woods.
Seeing the chance spilling away from her fingers, Charlotte began to panic, "Actually, Iwan," she said hesitantly, "I was wondering if I could come with you to your chambers to tend to your wounds? I know how to bandage wounds properly, and I wouldn't want any of the servants to make a mistake."
"Thank you for your concern, Mother," he said politely, "But I think it would be best if I had a servant attend to my wounds. They are trained in such matters, and it would be unwise for me to rely on anyone else."
Charlotte sighed inwardly, realizing that her plan to use Iwan's toilet had failed. She tried to think of another excuse, anything to convince him to let her come with him to his chambers.
"Iwan, please, I insist," she said, desperation creeping into her voice once again. "It is critical that I personally tend to your wounds after using the toilet in your chambers. It would save time and trouble for both of us."
Iwan was left feeling baffled, his mother had been hesitating to use his toilet, trying not to appear impolite, only to suddenly change her mind and ask to use it herself!
He agreed and as they walked, Charlotte couldn't help but feel guilty for deceiving her son. She knew that it was not proper for her to use his toilet, but she simply couldn't hold it any longer. She would have to make it up to him somehow, though, her worry was evident as she asked him, “Are you absolutely certain that there won't be any servants or guards lurking around your chamber?'"
“I don’t know,” Iwan said.
If anyone saw me going to use his toilet, what would they think of me? They will all think that I am a mannerless and desperate woman who uses other people’s toilets. I can’t let that happen, I need to do it quickly before someone comes to his chambers.
Charlotte was so desperate to pee that she even let a small dribble go into her smallclothe as they made their way to the chambers.
Finally when they reached the door, Charlotte barged in and made her way straight to the toilet, fortunately for her, there was no one around to witness this, “I’ll be back in a minute,” Charlotte said as she pushed the toilet door open and set her right foot in, “Please don’t tell anyone that I used your toilet!” she said worriedly. Finally, she was going to take a long relieving piss in the privacy of a toilet!
But as she reached for the toilet door to shut it, an unexpected knock echoed through the chamber, coming from the front door.
"Just my luck. Can't I get some peace and quiet to take a piss around here?" Queen Charlotte mumbled to herself.
Iwan opened the door and a shabby-looking man greeted him, "Good morrow, Your Majesty. I'm here to fix the toilet."
"Mother, there's someone at the door. It's the plumber. He says the toilet is broken," Iwan said.
"What is going on here? Broken toilet?! This cannot be happening to me! I need to use the toilet….t-to powder my face…" She just barely saved herself from the insurmountable embarrassment.
"I beg your pardon, my Queen, but the toilet seems to have a leak somewhere. I'll try to fix it as quickly as possible," the plumber reported.
If you don’t fix this quickly, I’ll have a leak under my dress, you idiot!
Charlotte didn’t utter a word in response but quietly stepped out of the toilet, gritting her teeth in frustration and agony as she slowly walked towards the window to take her mind off her pressing need. As she stood looking outside, hoping to somehow control her urgent need, Iwan came up next to her, “Mother, you seem upset, you must understand that the plumber needs to do his job.”
"Oh, great. I'll just hold it for a few hours then, shall I?" she hissed angrily, making sure the plumber could not hear her from the toilet.
"Maybe you could try using the bushes outside, Mother?" Iwan said, trying to lighten the mood while stifling his laugh.
Queen Charlotte looked at him utterly horrified, "How dare you! I will not use the bushes like some animal!"
“Then maybe you should tell the plumber to hurry up!” Iwan laughed.
“Shut up! He’ll hear us!” Charlotte glared at him angrily, crossing her legs for her dear life as she held the window sill with both her hands for support, "This is just typical! Why does everything always have to break when I need it the most?"
"I know, Mother. I'm sorry. But we have to let him in to fix it."
"Fine. But he better fix it fast, or I'll have to find a bucket or something," Charlotte moaned in desperation.
The plumber sighed as he stepped outside from the toilet, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Your Majesty. I'll do my best to fix it as soon as possible."
Queen Charlotte breathed heavily, “Just get it done quickly. I have an important duty to attend to in there."
Just then, Iwan excused himself to go to the dressing room and change his clothes, leaving Queen Charlotte alone, frustrated and in desperate need of the toilet.
"Well, this is just great. Maybe I should have listened to Iwan and used the bushes after all," Charlotte squeezed her crotch in desperation as she waited for the toilet to be fixed.
As the plumber got to work, Queen Charlotte paced back and forth, anxiously waiting for the repair to finish.
"How much longer will this take? My bladder is about to burst!" the Queen said out of frustration but then she suddenly realized her mistake.
She looked at the plumber who was staring right back at her in disbelief, “Please forgive me, I…I…I meant to say, I have been standing for so long my legs are about to burst…!"
Embarrassed, the Queen pardoned herself and went back to the window where she stood holding the sill while letting desperate ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’ waiting for the toilet.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the plumber finishes his work.
"There you go, Your Majesty. The toilet should be working perfectly now" the plumber informed the Queen.
Charlotte couldn’t believe her ears, she waited patiently for the plumber to leave and quickly closed the door behind him, "Thank goodness! Finally, I can piss in peace!" she breathed heavily but just as she was about to enter the toilet, in walked Lord Thames Gardener, his wife Julia, and their two daughters Katherine and Isabelle. To make matters worse, they were accompanied by their friends Marianne and Edgar.
Queen Charlotte was mortified; she quickly retracted her step and turned around to greet them. She had never been caught in such a compromising situation before. Her son was nowhere to be seen, and now she was faced with this group of people who could potentially expose her most embarrassing moment.
Lord Thames noticed the Queen's hesitation and asked, "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I couldn't help noticing that you were headed towards the toilet just now."
The Queen's face turned red, "No, no, no, I was just…um…I was just passing by," she stammered, trying desperately not to let her bladder explode then and there.
But Lord Thames was not convinced. "Are you sure, Your Majesty? We don't want to keep you from your urgent business," he said.
Queen Charlotte felt like she was going to die of embarrassment. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Lord Thames Gardener, of all people.
“My Queen, I and my wife are here to thank your son and you for saving our daughters’ lives from those outlaws!” Lord Thames said looking at his wife Julia, thanking the Queen again and again profusely for saving their daughters' lives.
The Queen tried to focus on the conversation, but all she could think about was the imminent disaster in her underclothes. She shifted from one foot to another, trying to hold on for dear life.
"We wanted to thank you, Your Majesty," Lord Thames said, bowing low, "Your son, King Iwan, saved our daughters' lives from the brigands. We are forever in your debt."
The Queen tried to nod graciously, but she was worried about how profusely she needed to piss. She pressed her thighs tighter, gasping for breath as she fought with her entire being to prevent the flood from pouring out.
"Thank you, thank you," Julia chimed in, her voice high-pitched with excitement. "You are such a wonderful Queen, always looking out for your people."
The Queen smiled tightly, wishing they would hurry up and leave. She couldn't hold it much longer, she tried her best to keep talking with a broken smile on her face but it was too late now. After eleven whole days, the Queen's bladder had reached its breaking point. With a sudden rush of warmth, she felt herself lose control for a moment as she let out a long hot leak into her panty.
“Oh, my God,” she looked down in horror but there was nothing on the floor.
“What happened, Your Majesty is everything alright?” Lord Thames asked, concerned.
Charlotte could not utter even a single word but just nodded slightly with her lips pressed tight together as she fought with her humongously swollen bladder in a last-ditch effort to save her dignity. She let out another leak, then another, each passing one getting longer and more urgent than the one before, leaving her underwear damp. She could not believe she was doing this in front of her the Gardeners, the wealthiest and the most affluent family after the crown. Her legs were trembling and her hands were shivering with fear of being found out and the effort it was taking to keep herself dry.
Charlotte simply did not have the reserves of strength left to hold out any longer and so in defeat, she decided to keep letting out quick spurts into her panty as she waited for the Gardeners to leave, hoping it would help lessen the pressure inside her urine bag.
As the relief of urinating slowly washed over her, the Queen did not even realize when the quick spurts turned into a full-blown flood in her panty. She just stood there, listening to the blabbering sounds that came out of their mouths; she could not understand a word, but just kept pretending that she was listening with a straight face.
It was almost twelve minutes later that, Katherine suddenly chimed in. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?"
The Queen braced herself for the worst. "O-Of course, my dear," she said, trying to sound as dignified as possible.
Katherine looked at her with a straight face and asked, "Do you know where the toilet is?"
They all glanced at one another, a sense of shock and disbelief filled the room. The Queen felt a hot rivulet running down her legs, and her face flushed with humiliation. Her heart raced with panic as she realized the extent of the situation. Her accident had caused a puddle to form on the floor, and it was clear to everyone that she had been holding it in for far too long.
She looked down and was stricken to find that the entire chamber floor was covered with it. It was now running towards the door, making its way to the hallway.
The Gardeners excused themselves to allow the Queen a moment of privacy and she quickly escaped to the toilet.
That evening, the Queen with her entire entourage left for the capital in complete silence, without so much as uttering a word to her hosts or even bothering to say farewell, her abrupt departure fueled by her intense humiliation. Without so much as a goodbye, she called off the wedding, shocking King Iwan and the Gardeners alike. She told King Iwan that Katherine was not a good girl and that she was not a suitable match for him and that the Gardeners were not a family that could match their stature. The entire entourage was left stunned and bewildered by the Queen's abrupt departure and shocking decision.
Iwan was left shattered by her mother’s verdict, but he couldn't bear to go against her will. Farlen, on the other hand, remained completely unaware of the incident that occurred in King Iwan's chamber until much later. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of regret that he wasn't there to witness it firsthand, but he remained hopeful that he would get another chance in the future.
As for Charlotte, she made a mental note to always use the toilet before receiving guests, especially if Lord Thames Gardener was among them. |
Hi, I'm new here but I figured I would share a small bit of writing I came up with. The third movie is coming out in a couple months in my country and I can't wait to see it since I love the series. This is set during the time period of the TV Show Race to the Edge, but it should be easy to follow even if you haven't seen it. Please leave criticism if you would, I'm always looking to improve where I can!
There was a chill in the air – as one would expect from the usual winter climate of Berk – but one even more frosty than usual. On the ground, the usual fur outfits of the small Viking tribe were enough to ward off the cold, but the wind struck more fiercely when blazing through the air on the back of a dragon. Toothless was as swift as ever – quick enough to create his signature terrifying sound as he swooped downwards – and certainly swift enough to freeze his Viking friend half to death.
“Woah bud, slow it down a bit! You’re giving me frostbite flying fast in this weather.” Toothless groaned a bit, turning his head to glance sarcastically at Hiccup. Even despite his protests, the dragon fanned out his wings, slowing down to accommodate his rider’s request. The pair was already near enough to Berk to see the island; just barely near enough to make out a few moving figures below and a few clouds of smoke from chimneys heating the village homes.
“Alright, set us down at the forge Toothless. I won’t be long, I promise.” Hiccup said, reassuring Toothless that he had no plans to waste time. Neither of the two wanted to be away from Dragon’s Edge for longer than needed (especially with the large list of increasingly urgent tasks needed to prepare for the oncoming winter). As soon as they landed, Hiccup felt a small jolt to his bladder from the impact – just enough to make him aware of his need. Mostly ignoring his body’s notice, Hiccup jumped off of his scaly friends back and made good pace towards the old Berk forge.
“Ay, welcome home Hiccup. What brings ya back? Ya aren’t here to ask me on some crazy mission again I hope.” Gobber called out to Hiccup almost as soon as the boy closed the forge door, waving his hook around to accentuate his words.
“No, Gobber. I’m just here for some plans I left here.” Hiccup responded while rubbing his arms a bit to ward off the cold from outside.
“Oh, well if you need a bit of help with, uh, whatever it be that you’ve set your mind too-“ Gobber’s offer was cut short by Hiccups swift dismissal:
“No, no. I’m uh- I’m all good, thanks.” Hiccup tried to slip by. After all, he told Toothless he would make this quick! Fortunately for the boy, Gobber didn’t press the issue any further, likely because he had his focus on the grindstone where he was sharpening a weapon of some sort. Hiccup – for all the eccentric ideas that he could come up with – was surprisingly organized in his note keeping. It took him only a few seconds to grab the plans he needed, double check to make sure, and toss them into his bag to carry back to the Edge. As he made his way back out of the forge, his bladder reminded him that it was growing full. Again, though, Hiccup ignored it in favor of moving quickly. As he returned to his dragon friend, however, Hiccup started to regret his decision. He was a bit hesitant to mount up before running to a bathroom somewhere nearby, but Toothless seemed so eager to get back that Hiccup was convinced to hold out for reaching the Edge. The flight from Berk to Dragon’s Edge wasn’t exactly short; it would take at least two hours, even for a mount as swift as Toothless.
Somehow, Hiccup didn’t seem as concerned with the chilling wind brought on by Toothless’ fast pace this time around. In fact, Hiccup found himself pressing his feet into the dragon’s side – a slight encouragement to speed up a bit. Toothless glanced back at Hiccup questioningly (after all, he had just scolded the dragon for his haste earlier) and Hiccup stammered a bit in an effort to explain.
“U-uh, yeah just, pick up the pace a bit, bud? We need to uh- well we need to… get back to Dragon’s Edge before nightfall.” Despite his hardest effort to seem reasonable, Hiccup was never a good liar – let alone with the distraction of an aching bladder. Even if his tone hadn’t given away the lie, Toothless was competent enough to know that they would beat the sunset by a comfortable margin even at his slowest possible pace. Despite his doubts, however, the dragon just put his head down and flew on while narrowing his wings a bit to pick up speed. Hiccup, meanwhile, found himself glancing around the empty ocean below them for a place to land. He had realized about ten minutes before that the chances of his bladder holding out until the duo reached the edge weren’t good.
Well, maybe I’m counting the time wrong. It does kinda feel like we’ve been up here for more than just an hour. The sun hasn’t moved much, sure, but then again I didn’t really check before we left. Oh, gods, I hope we’re almost there. No, I can hold it. I know I can, just need to hold on until we find an island somewh-
Hiccup’s thoughts were interrupted by a strong, sudden urge that forced him to focus entirely on controlling his bladder. It took him moving his hands to squeeze himself, but the flood was kept at bay, at least for now. The boy didn’t realize it, but in his effort to contain his bursting bladder, he had let out a small whimper, causing Toothless to glance back in concern. Hiccup, blushing a bit, moved one of his hands to pat Toothless on his head in a reassuring gesture. He elected to keep his other hand held against his crotch in case of any more close calls. A quarter hour later, Hiccup was surprised that they still had yet to find any place to land. Even worse, the Viking was becoming more and more certain that he couldn’t hold it much longer. The earlier pressure – the one that Hiccup was scared he might not be able to hold back – was almost constant now. The first leak came suddenly, dampening Hiccups undergarments slightly and requiring both of his hands to stop. Hiccup couldn’t stay still anymore, he shifted around so much that Toothless had to push him back to a safe position on his back to stop him falling off. Another leak came out uncontrollably. This time, the wet spot on Hiccup’s dark brown pants became slightly visible. It wasn’t that slight dampness that concerned the boy, it was the fact that he could completely lose his control at any possible second. Hiccup was whimpering more consistently now and squeezing as tight as he could with his hands. He wished, longingly, that he could cross his legs to help hold back some of the urge. Of course, his position made that slightly challenging. Another leak came, this time a much larger spurt that lasted at least two seconds. Hiccup gasped a bit, fighting to keep from totally wetting himself. Toothless looked back again, this time seriously concerned about Hiccup’s safety. Hiccup, in-between occasional leaks, confessed his predicament.
“Bud, uh, listen. I –“ Another spurt forced Hiccup to focus entirely on his bladder for a bit.
“I-I’m okay, I promise. I just really need to –“ Again, Hiccup’s bladder leaked into his now noticeably wet pants. He tried to speak more, but he was spurting almost constantly now and could feel the liquid pushing against the head of his penis. As hard as he tried – and he gave absolutely all the effort that he could – the boy’s poor bladder just couldn’t last any longer. Three more leaks came in rapid succession as Hiccup bent over and pressed hard against his crotch; and then, an audible hissing gave away that he was totally wetting himself. For the next minute, the liquid poured out of him, soaking his lower clothes and falling on and over Toothless’ back. Hiccup tried to choke out an apology, but couldn’t find words in his embarrassment. So the two continued flying, sharing an almost perfect silence only broken by the continued noise of Hiccup’s bladder emptying itself against his wishes. It was only towards the end of his humiliating accident, cruelly, that he spotted a small, grassy island among the ocean waters.
“B-bud, set us down there. “ Hiccup said, his cheeks red with shame. “I’m… sorry about uh, getting you wet.” Toothless obeyed, landing swiftly onto a flat section of the land. Hiccup dismounted, avoiding glancing in his dragon friend’s direction. The boy walked a short way towards a nearby river and began the process of cleaning his clothes and his own body that were both dirtied by his accident. The same chill from Berk was present here, but it seemed that shame did something to prevent him feeling the cold for the short time he was in the water. After finishing his cleanup job, however, Hiccup redressed and began to feel a slight shiver across his lower half. The wet clothes weren’t too pleasant in the chilling wind. Even so, he thought, at least he wouldn’t smell like urine the rest of the way back. While treading slowly back to their landing spot, Hiccup heard a brief sound of footsteps from his right side and, before he could react, he found himself nearly tackled by a dark object that wrapped its arms and wings around him.
Toothless held him tight for a second, tight enough that Hiccup strained a bit in effort to breathe. Realizing his strength, the dragon relaxed a bit, giving the boy’s lungs room to expand and his head the ability to tilt up and glance at him. Toothless gave his signature gums-only grin, and Hiccup couldn’t help but laugh a bit and smile back.
“Thanks Toothless, I needed that.” He said, smiling. “Come on, lets fly the rest of the way.” Hiccup jumped onto the dragon’s leather saddle, suddenly remembering that he would need to wash it once they got back. But at the very least, he thought, he had a friend who always cared about him – even in his less than heroic moments. |
PART 1
Emma stepped on it as her car flew down the highway, clearly breaking the rules of the road. She was lucky. If a cop saw how fast she was going this morning, she would be toast. Then again, any risk right now of speeding may be worth it as long as she made it where she needed to go. And boy did she have to GO!
It was August, and Emma, a hot, dashing twenty-year-old college student with long blonde hair doing an internship at a small, but very elite office in her state that handled things like political papers, campaign managements, all run by Maylen Powers, a powerful woman in her late forties who practically owned the state. She had businesses, groups, and was running for senate. The fact Emma, after two years of hard work in college, kissing the ass of most of her professors for references, and giving up things like family, friends, parties (fun stuff), got this internship, which paid very well and would look very good on her resume, as well as having connections with the most powerful woman in the state. Life would be set. Which is why as her shiny, thin, but muscular white legs trembled in those black low heels and short skirt that had a cool design of thin black and white stripes overlapping eachother, tight around her hips and ass, and her boobs shook from the heavy breathing under her tight white office sweater, she needed to get down there.
But there was also another pressing matter at hand. Emma’s legs trembled and she shook in her seat because although very conservative at times, she was not so about keeping up with bathroom breaks and how much coffee she drank. She always put off peeing until the last minute, straining her bladder, making her squirm as much as she did now as she drove. She reached a light as she pulled off the exit. “Oh come on, come on, come on!” She bounced in her seat. Her small, cute eyes on that pretty face watered a little as the sharp, hot, stinging pulses of her bladder gave off one after the other. From her lower half in that area she felt great discomfort echoing throughout her body and straining her crotch trying to force it open and let a river rush out of her. It was like her pee was literally punching her gut to escape her body and ruin her panties, skirt, shoes, and anywhere else her pee would trickle to. She was using her dad’s car, and she owed him a lot for all he helped her with. Letting her use his fancy car to show off to her boss and seem professional. Paying for her school. Making calls to help her get this internship. She needed the excellent grades and extra curriculars she had to get it, but the more connections helped as well. She felt like a leak was going to start in her panties any second. She was a secretary for a powerful woman, this could NOT happen to her!
As the light turned green, she cursed her sister as she turned, pressing one hand into her crotch under her skirt and between her legs. She was ready to blow! Sweat leaked down her face as she bit her bottom lip and thin belly clenched by stress around her tight, full as all hell bladder. Her nipples pierced her white sweater from the panic that roared inside of her. She woke up this morning, and her sister barely gave her a chance to use the bathroom. She waited and waited, legs crossed outside the door, but had to shower quick cause she was running late and then headed out without a single use of the toilet. She had a full night’s worth of pee screaming painfully to be let out.
Emma pulled into the small office’s parking lot, grabbed her bag and ran inside. Her legs remained tight together as she took small fast steps inside. Two people greeted her as she walked by, but she only waved fast and gave an awkward smile. She speeded up as she felt her bladder, which made a bulge stick out of her white sweater, started to overcome all her will and might. “Oh, no, oh no!” She burst through the women’s bathroom ready to explode everywhere, and saw that the three stalls were taken; well sort of. Two occupied, one out of order. “Oh! I gotta pee!”
Emma’s arms crossed her chest as she bounced foot-to-foot. The thought of having an accident here would end her. It would too embarrassing to ever even think about coming here again. She knocked on the stalls. “Ummmmm…you almost done?!?” she said stuttering. Her nerves raising to extreme panic. “I r-r-really have to g-go!” Finally, one girl flushed, and the sound of running water almost caused a release of Emma. Her jaw dropped as she kicked one leg back tight holding in the boiling ocean inside of her. Her knees bending as she crouched down to hold her crotch together. She ran right in past the girl who left, ripped her skirt down as she shut the door, and brought her panties off her private places as she sat down and let out a huge stream, of hot pee, blasting into the toilet.
Emma sighed with relief, smiling and closing her eyes. The relief was so good both physically and emotionally. Her bladder felt lighter and lighter each passing second she let out this massive pee. “Oh…yeah…” she said in a calm, quiet tone. She just avoided the most graphic accident possibly in her entire, young life. After over a minute, she flushed, washed her hands, and went to work with a true smile.
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Emma had only been there for an hour, and had done about a day’s worth of work already. With the election so close, the office had lots to do. She found herself racing across the office, straining her poor feet as she filed the contributions to get in the last minute campaigning. She loved the rush. It was a hot, summer day. The AC system was barely working, only having one box on the ceiling blowing out air, and of course it was nowhere near Emma’s desk. She tried to pass by it little by little whenever she could.
After her first hour of work she had drank one bottle of water, and was already gushing down a second.
“Coffee, Emma?” asked Jason, a cute office accountant who she went to college with. It was obvious he had a crush on her, and she would love to return the feelings, but her life was too busy right now. She had plenty of time for fun later in life. None the less, she took the coffee and thanked him.
“Thank you, Jason!” She got up and gave him a friendly hug. She felt something poke her lower below. She blushed, and so did Jason as she walked away.
Mmm…yum, Emma thought. The hot, sugary, creamy taste of caffeine across her taste buds. After the stressful morning she had, it was nice to relax a little. As much as she loved coffee, she usually had it strong. No cream or milk. But this one was loaded with it. Jason probably wanted to tell her she’s sweet in his own, corny way. She giggled at that. Emma was a little, just a little, lactose tolerant. Her stomach and belly did not agree with dairy that much. Another reason why she was in such great shape. Cutting out fatty foods like nachos, pizza, etc…she felt good, and looked good.
As she sat at her desk doing some paperwork, Emma started to feel a slight pressure down below. She rolled her eyes at the annoyance of pee slowly making its way into her bladder again from the two bottles of water she drank down so fast. The coffee as thick as it was probably would not help with that either. She fidgeted in her chair left to right as she squirmed her hips in place and legs crossed. Tightening her crotch as she worked and tried to ignore the having to go feeling returning. But she felt it picking up fast. Her bladder slowly becoming heavier, small pulses pushing against her gut saying, “Emma, Emma! Let us out, before you explode!” Too much work. She was a big girl. She could hold it for a while longer.
It had been almost three hours of work, and Emma’s legs were crossed tight, having switched flipping over each other every ten minutes or so to hold in her growing need better. Nature was calling as much as all the phones that were ringing. Out of nowhere the mild bladder pains grew into this one, huge pulse that made Emma’s pupils widened in panic, feeling like she was about to lose control in her office. Her legs crossing tight and pulling up to her gut in her chair. She closed her eyes and moaned, “Errgghh!” as she bounced. She placed her hands in her lap to try and relax, and that big pulse settled down. She let out a breath of relief, really feeling like she was about to have an accident just then.
“Emma!” said someone from behind which made Emma jump in her seat. She spun around and saw Maylen Powers, a forty-something-year-old but hot, tan legs in that black skirt with heels. Her dark hair hanged behind her shoulders. This was truly a woman of power. “How are the final statistic reports coming? Do you think we have all the data we need for the election?”
Emma pulled out a blue paper and pointed to the rows across it, showing Maylen was ALMOST in the lead behind most issues. She had a couple people ahead of her though. Men, of course. Emma said, “You’re doing well Ms. Powers. I’m keeping up on all changes of data from our survey site. I’ll keep you updated.” She gave the politician a thumbs up and smile.
“Excellent. Keep up the great work. Remember, I can make or break you. It’s all up to you though.” With that, she walked off.
Emma took a deep breath. She took several more trying to calm herself as the pressure from the job rose. Blowing air out of her mouth which made her cheeks flap on her face. Holding her fingers in a meditation-like pose. “I got this.” She said. She turned back to her computer when all of the sudden her belly growled. So loud that a couple people walked by and heard it from the other side of the desk. Emma’s jaw dropped as she blushed, but also put both hands against her belly. It gave a softer growl, and with that came increased discomfort.
She felt the inside of her gut moving from her left side to her right. Each move was like a pulse that only became heavier each time it felt like it switched sides. She felt as if something was moving outside of her, and crossed her legs tighter, but also squeezed her butt cheeks together. “Oh man,” Emma said nervously. She felt a burning pressure in her intestines. THE COFFEE! So much cream and milk mixed in. Her lactose body was NOT agreeing with that beverage from Jason. She bent over in her chair a little as the discomfort expanded like a bubble painfully in her gut. Emma already had to pee pretty bad again from those two waters, but now…she had to poop too! “Oh…man…I gotta go!” She got up, and headed to the bathroom.
TO BE CONTINUED...... |
Just an idea I got based on a bit of lore they introduced on Pottermore year or so ago. The Internet grossly misinterpreted the meaning, which I poke a little fun at, but I had a lot of fun writing this anyway.
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Being anywhere near Diagon Alley was a hassle, especially during the pre-Hogwarts days, when students are running around to purchase everything they need.
Of course, we didn't choose to be here now- Jess got a job interview sprung on her this morning and needs a new dress robe for day after tomorrow.
I left her waiting in the queue while I got us some snacks at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. When I return, the queue of students in front of her waiting for a fitting has dropped to 7. Not that she looks terribly out of place- even at 21, she's maybe a head and a half taller than any given Hogwarts first-year. She supposedly has a halfling- that's what Americans call hobbits- grandmother to thank for her size, as well as the fact that whenever she buys new dress robes, they need to be altered to fit her properly. Though that grandmother also passed down the natural roundness to all the right places on her form, so we can call that breaking even, if you ask me.
I hand her her two Chocolate Frog boxes and start digging into my sack of Every-Flavour Beans.
"What's that other one?""Hm?"
Jess points to the third sack in my pocket, a new prank candy they'd been offering.
“Nothing that concerns you for now,” I say with a wink.She isn't amused. "Come on John, what're you on?"That's her favorite phrase when it comes to me. I've been hearing it since our first Herbology class together, nearly ten years ago. She snatches the sack out of my pocket anyway. "Fizzy Whizz Crystals? So, like Pop Rocks?”
“Pop Rocks?” I repeat. “Are those Muggle Candies or American ones?”
“Yes.”
I roll my eyes. That hobbit sense of jolly mischief also found its way into her, as well.
“In any case,” I reach for the sack of candy, “I'd rather save these for when we’re back home, so-”And like a true Gryffindor, Jess dumps out a handful of crystals and shoves it into her mouth before handing me the half-empty sack. Her giggles are interrupted by tiny crinkling pops.
“They're cherry flavored! You know me so well!”
She stands on tiptoe, then hops a little until she manages to peck a kiss on the tip of my chin.
I should say something. We aren't above pranking each other- we'd been doing it since we met second year at Hogwarts- but like I said, this one was supposed to wait until we got home.
But my mouth stays shut as we continue down Diagon Alley. I'm not the brave one, after all.
The witches work fast, though, and the next four students step up to be fitted within five minutes. Jess will be in the next batch, and with luck, we’ll be home before the crystals’ effect kicks in.
Luck, unfortunately, is not on her side.
Just as we reach the front of the queue, Jess clenches up and then nearly doubles over, muttering to herself.
“You alright?” I ask, knowing she's not.
“Fine,” she mutters. “Just need the bathroom.” She winces and flinches harder. “Scratch that. Not as fine.”
I get close and speak softly so nobody else can hear unless they're being truly nosy. “No worries. We’ll get you measured for your robes and apparated home in no time.”
“Ugh, I hate Apparition. All that squeezing.” She shudders. “What do you think happens if you piss yourself in-between dimensions?”
“Not sure I want to find out.”
“Then they'd better hurry.”
Her foot taps out a quick rhythm on the tiled floor, and her fists clench as she bounces almost imperceptibly. I don't want to be turned on so much by it, but something about it accentuates her curves.
“Next in line!” Two seamstresses yell in unison. That's us.
Jess hands the seamstress the robe she needs altered, and she begins taking measurements.
Jess is nearly vibrating at this point, and several times she stops herself from putting a hand between her legs.
“Do stay still, dearie, we’re nearly done.”
She moans when the enchanted tape measure wraps around her belly, and once again, my mind and body are at odds how to respond.
Three minutes later, the seamstress hands her measurements off to someone else, tells us where to wait to pick up the altered dress robe, and calls the next customer.
“Miss!” Jess nearly yells. “Is there a bathroom I can use? Er, a loo?”
“Sorry, dear. We usually nip into Flourish and Blotts, but if you don't work the Alley, they'll only let you in if you're a paying customer. Maybe ask Tom back at the Cauldron?”
Jess clearly isn't too happy about that. We’d basically have to head all the way back to the mouth of the alley.
“The robe will take a quarter hour to finish. We can be there and back before then.”
We rush out the store and had back up toward the Leaky Cauldron.
“I'm… I'm really sorry about this, Jess.”
She groans as she speed-waddles to keep up. “For what?”
“I didn't expect or want this to be happening now.”
“What are you on?”
“Fizzy Whizz Crystals, Jess.” I turn away as her eyes widen in realization, unwilling to see her angry at me. “They were supposed to be a prank for when we got home. You wouldn't be in this situation if I'd never bought them.”
“Well, you did say you wanted to save them for later. My own fault. But damn, that stuff is potent.”
“Probably because you ate half the bag.” I nudge her playfully.
She chuckles. "Yeah, okay, it's all my fault then. Now can we hurry pl- ugh!”
She doubles over and grabs at her groin, panicking.
“I am not making it all the way back up. I can't. I swear it gets worse by the minute.”
“I have an idea.”
I scoop her up into my arms- her rear is soaked already, and I can tell she only barely holding back. The turn into Knockturn Alley comes up, and I pull out my wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm over us. Not invisibility, but close enough.
It's darker in this part if the alley, both literally and magic-wise.
“You know,” I tell her, “before wizards took the idea of plumbing from Muggles, we made use of the vanishing charm. That's what we’re going to do.”
“What, vanish the piss out of my bladder?”
Another spurt. Warm wetness on my arm.
“More like vanishing it off the ground when you're done.”
“You want me to piss myself?”
“No, you- how do you even come up with that?” I finally find a secluded enough alley and cast an illusion of a wall at the entrance before setting her down and turning around. “I won't look, I promise. Just get yourself in order and then when you're done, I Vanish the… results.”
She takes a few steps away, and there are some splashes behind me, but it's otherwise quiet until Jess calls for me.
“John, help me.”
I turn to her. She basically standing in the fetal position, her hands beneath her robe still putting pressure against herself.
“I need you to pull my robes up out of the way.”
“If you insist.”
I rush over and start rolling up her robes. Some more piss escapes past her hands and she shrieks, straightening up to pull her underwear out of the way as an immense burst of piss hits the ground a bit in front of her. She sighs in relief as she puts even more pressure into it, sending her stream across the alleyway against the opposite wall. I'm mesmerized by the sheer volume of liquid she'd been containing- there must already be a gallon on the ground, and it doesn't look like it's stopping anytime soon.
It’s loud enough that I feel the need to cast a muffling charm as well- she's pissing hard enough to blast the caked-on dirt and grime off the ancient stones. She seems to notice this and giggles as she pulls on her lower lips and tilts her hips side to side.
“Wow, it's like I'm a power-washer.”
“Have you got it from here?” I ask. “I have to start Vanishing or you'll flood the place.”
She takes the rolled - up portion of her robe from me and then starts moving closer to the wall she's pissing on as her stream starts to lose power.
“Evanesco!” I gesture at her first puddle and it blinks out of existence.
It's not so easy for the rest of it- she's still adding to the liquid running down the channels of the alley, and I have to perform several Vanishings to keep it from reaching past to the mouth of the alley- people are walking by and would notice a puddle spreading out from behind a wall.
By now, her stream has dwindled and with a final few short bursts, her bladder empties for now. She straightens herself out, casts a few cleansing charms on herself, and then moves to help me with cleanup.
We're both a bit awkward. I can tell something about the experience has turned her on- she flushes a certain shade of red when she's turned on- and there's no way my robe is hiding my body's reaction.
A mischievous grin settles on her face. “I want the rest of that candy when we get home.”
“I can't wait for the repeat performance.” |
I had 2, 3, and 1, so that's an exhausted waitress, on a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, just making it. Nor what I would typically go for, but not beyond the realms of possibility.
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Everything was so heavy. Her eyes would barely stay open, her legs felt like lead, and at the end of another marathon evening shift there was a serious weight in Jen's bladder too. She didn't fight the motion of the ship, instead letting the gentle rocking throw a little more force into each step - she had neither the energy nor the willpower to do anything else. The corridor that stretched out in front of her was lit with dim, warm bulbs, and just beyond the horizon stood the stairs that would take her down to the crew cabins. After hours of professionalism, the relief of being herself came like a wave, but that relief wasn't quite complete yet.
It wasn't that she didn't like the passengers. On the contrary, most were polite and the majority of those even friendly, however it felt a lot like visiting her grandparents. Not exactly treading on eggshells, but still nothing more robust than a hard-boiled one at best. Keeping a face on, moderating her speech, gently steering conversation away from "difficult" topics (foreigners, gays, and were they likely to have a great-grandchild any time soon). Obviously none of the passengers had been as forward as her own grandmother - thank God - but it was an exercise she found just as tiring. Several days into the cruise and a pattern was beginning emerge - Eat. Sleep. Work. Repeat.
After what felt like an age, Jen reached the end of the corridor, rode the crest of the next wave, and let herself lurch into the stairwell. She let herself be caught against the banister, and at once wished that she had not. God she was full! Unconsciously a hand dropped to her abdomen and massaged her sore bulge. Watching the clock tick down to the end of her shift had been agony, but having been released from her duties for the night her need had faded a shade or two. Now, however, it burned brightly again.
Jen considered herself to be a sensible girl, and was careful to moderate her drinking over the course of her shift. Experience had taught her that indiscretions could quickly get out of hand - one of her first cruises had seen her and another girl take their complimentary beers before their shift, which had led swiftly to crossed legs, red faces, and muttered excuses. There was no getting away from the length of the shifts though and while she was rarely "desperate" she was often in the "quite like a wee" stage.
The tight waistband of her uniform skirt cut painfully into her bladder with each step down to the crew deck. Two bunk beds, a mirror and a tiny TV were the amongst the few comforts on offer, but right now Jen had interest only in the cramped little toilet-cum-shower combination that stood in the corner of her cabin. Swallowing, she forced herself to not to rush on her way to her cabin, calmly popped her shoes and her bag away under the bunk, and then reached for the handle.
"Occupado!" rang out a shrill voice.
Jo. Fucking Jo. When it comes to roommates - you win some, you lose some. In this case, Jen felt that Jo fell distinctly into the later camp. In fairness there wasn't anything particularly horrible about her, she respected Jen's space and her things which is more than she could say for some of her previous roommates, but there was something about her manner and way of speaking that really grated, exacerbated by the cramped quarters, lack of privacy, and long hours for all involved. Fortunately their shifts kept them apart for most of the time, brief crossovers like this aside.
"What should I say?" Jen wondered, "Ok", "No problem", "Will you be long?", "Please hurry!".
No. None of those. They sound stupid. Something else. It's too late now - the pause has been too long. What would sound weirder, saying something now, or nothing at all? Ugh.
She flopped down on the bed, wincing again at the liquid sloshing around inside of her. Her uniform belt could now come off which helped a little, but her skirt had to stay on with Jo still in the cabin. Sitting up was making her need ever more pressing, and her aching shoulder were in agreement with the plan to let herself sink down onto her pillow.
"What the hell is taking that girl so long?"
She wanted desperately to hold herself, to rub and press herself gently as she often did at home when feeling particularly tired and lazy, but not with Jo about. Lying down had lessened the pressure to pee a little, but was doing nothing for the pressure to let herself nod off. She longed to pull off her clothes and stretch out under her duvet, but not yet. It felt like driving tired: head getting heavy, eyes slowly drooping, then catching and opening with a start! Both activities were pretty stupid, but at least now she risked only an accident in her sheets.
Must. Stay. Awake. Her head ached with the effort. She stretched and strained her muscles, squeezed her nails in to her skin, scrabbling desperately to hold onto consciousness. She dared not turn onto her side as she usually slept, as that would surely mean the end of it.
Suddenly came the flush, and then the click. Shit. "Did I fall asleep?". A cursory caress of her bum coupled with the lingering pressure from below confirmed that she had no worries on this occasion.
"See you later, alligator!" came the twang. Ugh.
Jen raised a hand in acknowledgment, and then was blissfully alone. Relief was at hand, if she could will herself to get up. Rolling onto her side, she then pushed herself into a sitting position - paused - and then pulled herself up via the bed frame. Too fast. Her vision dimmed and her limbs felt heavy. Her bladder sloshed again. Hanging from the bunk to keep herself upright, she leaked. Shit.
A drop. A single drop it felt like. It might not even have touched her knickers. She wanted to hold herself badly, but that would definitely make them wet. She let the motion of the ship throw her towards the bathroom, one staggered step at a time. Letting herself fall onto the handle, she leaked again.
Was that a leak, or was it a spurt? Either way, it was undeniable. Her knickers had definitely been wet now, the sheer cotton had no capacity for this. A drop rolled down the inside of her left thigh, tickling the back of her knee. With one final effort, Jen pushed open the door, yanked down her skirt and knickers, and fell onto the toilet.
Hiss.
The relief was immediate. It was as if every muscle in her body relaxed at once, and she sank down onto her thighs, head lolling upon her knees. Lacking the energy to push, she merely let nature run its course. A burning hot river was running between her legs, her bum felt warm, and spray flecked her calves.
"Oh bollocks - the seat!" said something deep in her brain, but Jen was beyond caring, focused now only on her relief and the delightful warmth that was now enveloping her toes. What did it matter in the all-in-one cubicle anyway? Besides, now she definitely needed a shower before bed...
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So there we go. I cheated a little on the time front and the structure/balance is pretty poor but I guess that is to be expected given the challenge. I have at least succeeded in writing on a topic that is not usual for me, but most importantly have actually managed to write and post some fiction on Omo.org. Thank you very much for the challenge Katy ? |
(6-5-5, starting at 2:55 with the intent to post at 3:25 exactly)
"Go left here. LEFT!"
The aching old car sputtered around a corner, trading a dirt travel for packed gravel. Christy wished she'd just done this on her own but her boss insisted she not do this on her own. Generally when somebody dumps a body they don't stick around to also kill whoever else shows up, she thought.
Her newspaper had gotten a call from a blocked number, with a mysterious voice on the other end that said there was a dead body on the side of a creek inside the national park. Christy had practically grown up in the park and couldn't believe what she was hearing.
It was an intern who had taken the call and the poor girl frantically flagged down the editor to listen in. Once Christy heard the details, she immediately volunteered to take a trip out and see what was going on. Of course, her editor had called the police to inform them of what was going on, but she wanted to beat them there. It's not like she was going to touch anything, but she'd be able to get a much better picture if she was able to get there before they taped off the area and made her wait 100 feet away.
So she raced off along with the intern, and about two minutes into the drive Christy remembered what she was about to do when the call came in: use the bathroom. The excitement of the pursuit and the possible story were fueling her body more than any cup of coffee could ever do, but then again, she had also had three cups and hadn't yet taken a pee break that day.
The intern, Becky, drove the car into the park while Christy shot b-roll footage out the window that they could use for a story on the website. But now she was wishing she had driven, because she knew the park and the trails way better. She would've had time to stop and pee and would still be ahead of where Becky was.
"Come on, I think I hear a siren! We have to get there first!"
She hadn't meant to sound that urgent, but the pressure in her bladder was increasing quickly and it was more than irritating. This potentially huge story was unfolding and she was thinking more and more about her stretched-out bladder.
"I'm trying, this road sucks!" Becky complained. It was a valid point, with all the dust being kicked up it probably wasn't a great idea to speed.
"Just... keep going, this road just runs parallel to the creek. Once it splits, stay to the right and stop at the cutout that's like a mile after."
Christy ended the video on her phone and with a moment of nothing to do felt the urge to pee REALLY hit hard. She squeezed her muscles tight and tried to distract herself with something else on her phone but the horse was already out of the barn. She had to pee BAD.
Becky finally got the car parked and Christy jumped out, running over to where she knew the mysterious voice had described. She kept an ear out for the siren she thought she'd heard but all quiet, but even still she couldn't slow her gait down. She was feeling the rush of the story, to be sure, but more importantly her bladder wasn't giving her the opportunity to stand still.
She ran best she could along the trail, keeping a tight hold on her bladder. Years of soccer in high school with the intense tournaments where one game started as soon as the last one ended had trained her on how to run with an overflowing bladder.
She finally reached the egde of a small ravine, looked down, and gasped. Sitting stop a pile of leaves was a black bag, exactly as the mysterious caller had said. Prancing on the spot in a nervous thrill, she turned. Becky was lagging far behind, carrying the equipment.
"Hurry the fuck up!" Christy shouted to her. She took some pictures with her phone but she really needed the camera to get one that would be good enough to run in the paper. Finally the intern caught up and Christy ripped the bag from her hand, unpacking the camera.
"Holy shit, holy shit," she said to herself as she snapped photos of the scene. She heard the sirens, this time for real. Her time to shoot the scene was running out, and her need to pee was growing more and more intense.
A wave of desperate pressure hit, and she dropped the camera as she used one hand to hold her pussy. "Get the fucking camera and come on," she ordered Becky. "If they catch us here they can make us hand this shit over."
The sirens got louder as they drew closer, so Christy cut down a different trail. Her bladder was absolutely bursting, so she knew it was time to apply another lesson she'd learned from those earlier years: how to pee your pants while running. She eased off the pressure just enough to start it coming out. Not the violent, hissing flow of a defeated bladder but the measured, steady flow of pure relief. Maybe she could have held on another few minutes, maybe not. She took a glance over her shoulder and saw the intern keeping pretty good pace, so Christy kept running.
She felt the warm pee soak into her underwear and run down her legs. She was used to doing this in her soccer uniform where could blend the pee into the sweat, but she figured the skirt she was wearing would provide enough coverage.
The trickle continued down her legs, the hot yellow pee glistening like the water in the creek. Christy let out a satisfied sigh as she felt her bladder empty out. Finally she came to a stop, safe from the sound of the sirens. She used her hand to wipe off her legs best she could, though some drops kept falling anyway. As she waited for the intern to catch up, she took a long breath in and focused in on the thrill of the narrow escape to go along with the delightfully warm fabric sticking to her beneath the skirt.
(Went 5 minutes over, not bad)
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2-6-?: An exhausted waitress on a party with no one that she knows, not telling the climax just yet.
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“Miss Taylor?”
I nodded and followed the security guard into the dark backroom. A younger girl, wearing tight grey dress pants - following the same briefing as the one I had received earlier - was putting on a white shirt, and I was instructed to do the same. I hadn’t waitressed in years after quitting my Hooters girl gig, but I needed the money, and the offering seemed promising. Just three hours of work, and five times the usual pay - it definitely sounded like an escort job, but I was explicitly promised that it involved no sexual activity of any sorts. I had decided to take the bait, along with another girl. After preparing ourselves, the guard went over the ground rules again.
“Three hours of work, the clock is now ticking. No sexual moves, no breaks.”
The job was even better than promised. The clientele that we were serving were rich Russian businessmen, all neatly dressed in costume, enjoying an exclusive party. Hauling expensive bottles of champagne around was exhausting, but although I couldn’t understand a thing they said, they were very nice to me, frequently tipping me good extra money and offering me drinks. This place was a goldmine. None of them tried to grab my ass, not a single one even stared at my bosom - I wondered what were they paying us so much for?
The given drinks were fueling my bladder, and at the two hour mark, I could no longer ignore the signals nagging my brain; I really had to pee. I decided to make use of a calm moment, and swiftly headed towards the bathroom - I had noticed in the corner of my eye that the other waitress had also done the same thing fifteen minutes ago. But, much to my surprise, I was stopped by the security guard.
“No breaks, or no money.”
I nodded, turned around, saw the other waitress pressing her thighs together, and suddenly understood what the exuberant pay was for. It was a power thing. These rich guys did not care for paying a woman for sex, no, they craved for power. Power to control the most basic right a woman had, which was to relieve her bladder whenever she needed to. More money, more power. Suddenly I noticed many of them staring at me; my intention to visit the bathroom hadn’t gone unattended. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed that they were placing bets - were they betting on which waitress would soak her pants first? One thing was for sure; for me, the next hour would be a long one.
I deliberately stopped looking at the clock from that moment, knowing that it would only make me nervous, but I soon noticed that the other younger waitress wasn’t in great shape, crossing her legs and even pressing her hand between her thighs once. Had she accepted more tips and drinks more than me, did she have a smaller bladder, or was she just putting on a show for the power-hungry crowd, I did not know. I didn’t think too much of it; I had my own game to play, and it was getting harder by the minute. Soon, I was crossing legs myself, although I had promised myself not to do that too soon. My bladder was bulging against the waistband, screaming for relief, making it hard for me to focus on my job which was to haul more magnum bottles around. It was exhausting, both mentally and physically, but the prospect of the payout at the end was keeping me on my trembling legs.
As I was filling up some champagne glasses, there was a cheer amongst the crowd, and I looked up to see the young waitress helplessly standing in the middle of the room, doubled over, hands pressed between her locked legs. For once, I looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes. Or she was putting on a show, or she wouldn’t make it. Slowly, she raised her torso, but then doubled down again, the back of her grey dress pants darkening. I looked away, because my bladder was crying in sympathy.
The last quarter was excruciating. Fueled by the sight of a woman who had soaked her pants in plain sight, the Russians offered me more money and drinks, determined to repeat the outcome. I took them all, hoping that the champagne wouldn’t travel down too fast. I was holding myself constantly, taking very small steps, hardly serving anything anymore, but no-one seemed to mind - it wasn’t against the rules of the game, I suppose.
Against all odds, I held on, somehow, the painkilling effect of alcohol helping me just enough to endure, and I pranced towards the backroom, where the employee bathroom was that I had used three hours ago, the bathroom that I so badly needed, the one that I deserved. Once the door closed behind me, I unbuttoned my pants and jammed my fingers against my privates, who were moist with sweat, but not a drop of urine had escaped my bladder. I stood there for a few seconds, heavily breathing, before I buttoned my pants again, the waistband of my pants hurting me, feeling like a knife slicing through me. I collected my envelope full of hard deserved cash, and then walked into the party area again, painfully smiling to show confidence. In reality, my control was slipping, my bladder unable to grasp why I didn’t use the bathroom, or the alley behind the back door. A leak bursted into my silk underwear, but I kept my composure, grinning, making sure anyone in the room spotted me. The second leak made me doubt my decision to walk in again; I simply couldn’t hold it all back anymore. Tears were welling up in my eyes, realising that I was slowly peeing my panties, but when I looked down while opening the front door, I realised that the grey dress pants were still spotless - mission accomplished. I pulled the door shut behind me, shuddering, and relaxed my muscles, darkening my pants instantly with an explosive burst. I gasped for air and smiled.
I decide when I pee my pants - it’s a power thing.
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Note from the author: I have to admit - this definitely wasn’t 30 minutes. Double that, and that’s not even counting the time that I was using the online translator. I blame it on my rusty writing skills. Sorry I cheated somewhat (again). |
Authors note: I know on my last story I said I wasn’t going to post much here anymore but decided to write a story anyway. So I guess I’m back? Even though it hasn’t been that long. Idk really just enjoy the story.
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Anne was the most attractive girl in the school. She was gorgeous, and the way she carried herself was so confident and sexy. She had every reason too, along with being physically perfect Anne was smart, mature and one of the heads of the Model UN club. She was 18 going on 30.
She was way out of league for my dorky ass. I tried to snapchat her twice and gotten left on opened both times. Guess that’s what I get for going for the hottest girl in the school.
Today I managed to land myself in detention. I supposed I should’ve actually done my math homework instead of playing video games all weekend long.
“Mr. Johnson is there a reason you decided to not do your homework?” I was blushing the whole time. Anne was definitely thinking about how childish and stupid I was as Mr. Sellmey gave me detention for missing homework for the tenth time in a row. Anne of course would never not do her homework.
What happened at the end of the period really shocked. About three minutes before the end of the period a guy approaching Anne. (Brave son of a bitch, I will say) He decided it was a good idea to make some weird sexual remark.
“God, you are such an immature little shit!” She yelled in response.
“Miss Cauper there will be no swearing in my classroom!” Everyone in the class was shocked. “Detention, my classroom after school.”
“I have UN club after school!” Anne was determined to get out of it.
“Well perhaps you should act more like someone who belongs in the UN. My room after school.” Mr. Sellmey wasn’t backing down.
The guy actually managed to get off the hook. Not sure how as what he said was probably far worse than what Anne said, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Besides, why would I complain about an excuse to spend an hour alone with Anne?
So at the end of the day I headed back to Mr. Sellmey’s classroom. I took a seat in the back of the classroom. About two minutes later Anne walked in. Man was she looking hot.
She was in some tight blue jeans, black sock boots and red sweater. Even as she marched into detention she still held up her usual confident posture. She sat down in the front row like she did in every class.
“David can you please come to the front.” Mr. Sellmey sternly said to me. I walked up to the front and sat next to Anne. My stomach filled with butterflies. God she is so hot.
“The two of you will be here until 4:00. I expect no talking or nonsense.” Mr. Sellmey laid out the rules for us. Anne groaned and pushed back her blonde curls. It was obvious that she wasn’t used to being in detention.
I pulled out my phone and started playing some crappy game. It was hard to concentrate with Anne next to me. She pulled out a book and started to read. After a few minutes she closed her book and was about to stand up but Mr. Sellmey walked out the room. She pulled out her book again and started to read.
“Hi.” I decided to try to make conversation while the teacher was out.
“Hello.” Anne replied in a stern voice. She was clearly not in a good mood.
“What are you reading?” I couldn’t think of anything better to say.
“A book.” She was really not in a mood to talk.
Mr. Sellmey walked back in and sat at his desk. Anne put her book away and went up to Mr. Sellmey. I admired her ass in her jeans the whole time.
“May I please go to the restroom?” Anne asked.
“No, you’re a senior. You can wait until 4:00.”
“I haven’t been since lunch.” Anne sounded really desperate. Lunch was almost three hours ago, and Anne always had a bottle of water in her hand. My dick hardened at the thought of her desperate.
“No, you decided to act up in my class so now you pay the price. You want to be an adult? Act like it!” Mr. Sellmey was pissed. Anne walked back to her seat and pulled out her book again.
The next half hour was rather dull. I put in my headphones and watched YouTube on my phone. At about 3:35, Mr. Sellmey walked out to talk to a teacher in the hallway. I kept watching YouTube until Anne said something out loud.
“You okay?” I didn’t hear what she said because of the headphones but it didn’t sound good.
“No, I was just talking to myself.” She didn’t take her eyes off her book. Her voice sounded like it fell apart every word.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound too good?”
“I said I’m fine!” She really didn’t want to talk to me. I noticed her left hand sneak down to her abdomen where her belt dug deep into her bladder. Her legs were spread widely out. “Can I help you?” She noticed me staring.
“You know if you have to pee you can tell me.” It made sense why she didn’t want to talk all detention. She had to pee really bad, worse than I originally thought. My dick was bulging through my pants.
“If I wanted to tell you I would’ve already told you!” She looked back her book before looking back at me. “Hey, I’m sorry about that. You haven’t done anything wrong I’m just really stressed right now.”
“It’s okay.” My heart was beating fast as hell. I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to Anne Cauper.
“I just don’t see how I deserve detention. That douchebag started making comments about me I had every right to curse him out.”
“Well, you can’t complain about you don’t control. Besides it was your choice to curse at him.”
“I guess you’re right. I just want this to be over.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Damn, my back teeth are really floating.” Anne looked really stressed. “And this detention is taking forever.”
“Well, maybe if we talk it’ll keep your mind off of it.” We talked for the next fifteen minutes and we got along fairly well. Finally Mr. Sellmey came back.
“I want to go home, get the hell out of here.” He waved us out despite only being 3:50. Me and Anne walked out. Anne rushed down the hallway, her boots loudly clacking with every step.
“Damnit! No!” She yelled out. The janitors has closed the bathroom for the day. She maintained her composure. She turned around and we started to walk to the parking lot.
“Hey Anne, uh, sorry to ask this but uh, can I have a ride?” I usually took the bus but it was an hour after the buses had all left.
“Yeah, you can have a ride.”
We went to the parking lot and and I got in the passenger seat. She put the keys in the ignition and off we went.
“Turn left up here.” I gave her instructions to my home. Anne turned right.
“Uh, Anne I said left.”
“Shit! My bad.” She stopped to turn the car around.
“Do you want me to drive?” I could tell she was having a hard time.
“No, no I’m fine. I just need to pee so bad.” I wasn’t used to hearing Anne talk like that. I only usually bearding her answering questions in class or talking about intellectual things with her friends. She must’ve really needed to go to be acting like this.
“Hey David, may I use the restroom at your house?” Her face was beat red. It was so surreal, to see such a mature and adult-like person in such a childish and embarrassing state.
“Of course.” I tried not to sound too excited but I probably still did anyway.
“Thanks.” She gave me a huge smile. “Ah!” She sent a hand down to her crotch.
“Are you sure you don’t need me to drive?” Even though we were minutes from my house I still wanted to make sure we actually made it in one piece.
“No, I got this!” Anne was determined. We pulled into my driveway and she rushed up to the door. She was bent over crouched as I put the key in to unlock it. “Ah hurry hurry!”
I finally got it unlocked and she rushed in, only to be greeting with the sound of my younger sister taking a shower. I completely forgot the Middle schoolers got home at this time.
“Teresa when are you done?” I shouted in as Anne writhed in agony. She was completely potty dancing at this point.
“I just got in!” My sister shouted out.
“Oh damn, I can’t wait any longer!”
“Go the woods in the backyard!” I grabbed and started to walk but she resisted.
“That’s disgusting I’m not peeing in the woods!” Anne was appalled.
“Would you rather piss your pants?” She nodded and followed after I said that.
I lead her into my backyard when she stopped moving.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I turned and asked her.
“I can’t go any further!” Anne bent down with both hands shoved in her crotch. “I-I-...”
The stream started. It pooled up on the crotch of her jeans before running down the back of her legs to her ankles. Pee pooled on the ground in the grass as it dropped from her pants. It filled up her boots to the brim. Anne let out a long satisfied sigh as the weight of her bladder finally let itself free.
The sigh quickly turned to anger as she turned around and stormed towards her car.
“Hey Anne! Anne!” I shouted after her as she walked with her back to me. She opened the car door and prepared to get in. “Come one Anne.”
She turned around and hurried her head in my shoulder and started to cry. I felt her wet legs rub against mine.
“I didn’t do anything to deserve this.” I heard her say between sobs.
“I know you didn’t.” I hugged her tighter. “No one other than me will know this happened okay.” I felt really bad. I took her inside and got some of my sisters clothes for her. I let her use the shower and eat a snack before walking her out to her. “This will be our little secret okay?”
“Okay.” She went to get into her car but turned towards me again. “Here’s my number, call me anytime I’ll gladly pick up for you.” Anne smiled before getting in the car. Maybe detention isn’t so bad after all. |
Driving home in her car was a young teenager named Brooke. She was a junior in high school, just turning 17 recently. She had just left a friend's house after a long party and was on her way home. It wasn't a far drive, ten minutes at most, and it was a very nice night out. However; her car's movements were very unsteady, and it veered all over the road, to the chagrin of other drivers. Brooke had a lot to drink, and being a teenager gave no thought about her drive home. She assumed she would be fine, and she could simply sleep the alcohol off.
Turning onto a country road, she was speeding down the middle of the road, almost home. "I'm....almost home..." She thought to herself, smiling softly. Her train of thought was interrupted, by flashing lights in her rear view mirror, and the sound of a police siren.
"Shit!" Brooke shouted, and pulled the car over, extremely frustrated. She hoped she could hide the fact that she was drinking, but she was doubtful. She had a lot to drink, and considering she was underage, she didn't want her parents to be notified about what she had done.
The police car pulled up behind her, and the officer got out of the car, walking slowly up Brooke's window. She rolled it down and looked at him. "Ma'am, you were driving pretty recklessly for about a mile or so." He informed her, as he looked around. "You were driving in the middle of the road, and you were speeding about 10 miles over the speed limit. Can I see your license and registration please?" He asked, as Brooke handed it to him, and he went back to his car to inspect it.
Brooke patiently waited, as another need started to arise. "I have to go to the bathroom...I don't think I went at the party, and I had a ton to drink...." She thought to herself, as if on cue, she could feel the pressure building up in her bladder.
About three minutes later, and the officer returned, handing the papers back to Brooke. "Miss, can you please step out of the car for me for a second?" He asked, motioning her to exit the car. Brooke complied, and she did so, as her short skirt revealed her long legs, up to her thighs. The officer looked at her for a second, and pulled out a breathalyzer. "I'm going to ask you to breath into this, if you don't mind?" He spoke sternly, indicating it wasn't really much of a question.
Brooke sighed, knowing that she was about to get caught here. Not wanting to resist, she gave the sobriety test, and saw the officer's look on his face, as the result came back. "Miss Farrell, you're blood alcohol content is above the legal limit, not to mention you're below the legal age to drink. Please place your hands behind your back." He commanded, pulling out his handcuffs, and handcuffing Brooke gently. He led her to the backseat of his patrol car, as he went over to call a tow truck.
Brooke sighed, as she rested her head against the window, and crossed her legs in the tight back seat. She really had to go bad, she was tempted to ask the officer to let her go in the woods, but she didn't want to embarrass herself like that. It would be better just to hold until they got to the police station.
Five minutes later, the officer got in the car and started to drive, not saying a word. Brooke was also silent, but was squirming in the back seat, her desperation increasing now. Every little bump the car took, she was afraid she was going to leak a little, as she willed her muscles to hold it in as best she could. She couldn't use her hands to hold, as they were cuffed behind her, and she wished she could hold with her hands.
Soon, the car came to a stop at the police station, and Brooke was extremely relieved. She could now ask to use the bathroom, and relieve her aching bladder. The officer opened the door and escorted her in to the processing room, where she was told to wait a minute.
"Please, can I use the bathroom? I have to go really bad..." Brooke pleaded with him. "Sorry miss...you have to hold it for a little bit..." He said before walking off. Brooke hunched over, and tapped her feet anxiously. She could feel herself ready to lose it, as she squirmed around. She felt a slight warm spot, and gasped audibly. She had just leaked a bit, and she could feel a wave of desperation coming now. "Please...somebody let me go to the bathroom!" She shouted to nobody in particular.
As if on cue, the door opened and a female officer walked in. "Miss Farrell? I'll be taking you to your room now..." She said, walking forward and escorting Brooke, with her cuffed hands. Brooke was relieved and she almost smiled, figuring there would be a toilet she could use in there. She felt an aura of confidence, knowing she could finally pee, and release her bladder's contents. Opening up a door, Brooke was led inside, as the door shut, and there was a loud lock from the outside.
Turning around, Brooke's jaw hit the floor. It was an empty room with a bed, but no toilet. She was almost ready to cry, as her spirits dropped enormously. "I have to go to the bathroom...please...let me go!" She went to the window and shouted, but there was no response.
Brooke felt another warm spot, and she used her last ounce of strength to hold it in, but it was no use. She felt her muscles give in, as a feeling of warmth spread across Brooke's panties, and a trickle started to leak down to the floor, and it became a steady stream, for almost a minute. Brooke didn't bother to try and hold it in, simply letting it happen, as a large puddle pooled up under the girl's legs.
Brooke was incredibly embarrassed but was also relieved as well, as she wouldn't have to worry about her bladder anymore. She looked down, and her skirt was stained, a large wet spot right in the middle, and her legs were soaked in her own pee. "Well...there's one less thing to worry about..." She sighed softly, and sat on the bed. The door opened, and the female officer looked at Brooke, and then at the puddle.
"Looks like you need a change of clothes." She said, laughing softly. |
Playground Date
I stepped out of the car, the sun burning my skin to a crisp. “Hurry up, Ash!” I complained, shifting my purse to the other side. “It does not take an hour to grab a freaking basket.”
“You don’t know that,” he replied slyly, slamming the door shut. “What if I have an uncommon disease that causes me to behave slowly around woven objects?” I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help but smile.
Ash and I had been dating for two months now, and it was amazing. I had never had a boyfriend that listened to me the way Ash did, nor went out of his way to make me feel better on hard days. Ash was seemingly perfect, and even learned to accept my little... er... kinks.
In fact, he had them to.
We found a huge oak tree that guarded us from the sun’s withering rays. Ash set up the blanket while I started eating. (Hey, I had just finished a show and I was famished? Can you blame me?) After a few minutes of calm silence and chewing, he turned his gaze from the swaying trees to look at me.
“So... I was wondering if maybe... er, that is...” I stared at him curiously, mouth full sandwich and potato chips. It was unlike Ash to be so hesitant. In fact, I had only seen him like that once before...
“I know I said that we could just come to the park and chill since you had a busy day, but I was wondering if you might want to...” His gaze trickled down my body, finally coming to rest on my bladder.
I swallowed quickly and grinned. “You know it!”
Ash looked noticeably relieved, as if he was scared I would be weirded out by him asking. In fact, I had been thinking the same thing, but since it was usually me doing the holding, I decided to wait until he made the first move and gave me the A-OK.
“Sweet!” He chimed, his face lighting up with that smile I loved so much. “Before we start, how bad do you have to go now?”
I thought for a second. “I don’t really feel anything at the moment. I went at the theater right before we left.”
He nodded. “Cool. I made us a system so we can keep track of how full our bladders become.” Pulling something out of his pocket, he handed me a piece of paper, which I read carefully.
1- Empty.
2- Slight tingles.
3- Feeling urges.
4- Getting uncomfortable.
5- Holding it in.
6- Sizeable bulge.
7- Quivering muscles.
8- Desperation.
9- About to burst...
10- Squirting uncontrollably.
I laughed. “Ash, this is amazing! Why didn’t you think of this before?”
He beamed at me, proud of his work. “So, what are you?”
I read over the list again before responding. “A 1, I think.” I could tell I sounded disappointed. Of all the times I decided not to risk it?
“No problem,” Ash replied. “We can wait it out, or speed up the process.”
As much as I wanted to get to the holding, I decided to let the urges form naturally. “My muscles will be more tired that way,” I explained. “And I get the whole experience.” He agreed, and we returned to our picnic as if nothing had happened in the first place.
2:36. That was when Ash had first announced the challenge of holding until I burst. It wasn’t until 3:15 that I felt a minuscule tug on my bladder.
“2,” I announced, and he nodded without any further comment.
We took a walk through the tall trees, their leaves shining brightly in the summer sun (and providing some much-appreciated shade). As we passed a creek, Ash glanced at me expectantly. When I said nothing, he merely grinned and asked how long I wanted to stay at the park. It was a casual question, something you may ask on a regular date. But this was not a regular date, and I knew his words had a hidden meaning.
When do you want to call it quits?
I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder. “Until I see it fit to do so.” Ash laughed and kissed the top of my head in response.
3:29. We returned to our picnic spot and commenced a game of truth or dare (because you are never too old to make a fool of yourself!) He admitted to being an avid Power Rangers fan, and I climbed the oak tree as high as I could go and shouted “I’m an ostrich! Watch me fly!” at the top of my lungs. Eventually, we were both laughing hysterically, rolling in the grass like total idiots.
Of course, it was baking outside, so naturally I downed quite a few bottles of water. In fact, I even beat Ash! It was at 4:00 sharp, however, that I felt my bladder pang. “3.” Ash pulled me to his side and eyed my abdomen. I cocked my head.
“Is there something you’re looking for?”
Ash’s gaze met mine. His eyes portrayed looks of excitement, awe even. He looked like a kid in a candy store that was told he could have anything he wanted. I grinned, straightened, and kissed him on the lips before he could answer my question.
4:45. Ash suggested we watch a movie on his lap top. I agreed, selecting an oldie but goodie: Noises Off. One of my favorites. As I laid on my stomach, I winced at the sudden pressure on my bladder Ash noticed.
“You good?” He asked, eyes sparkling.
I nodded, pushing my abdomen harder into the ground. The pain made me wriggle.
“4,” I replied. I was at the point in which (if I was a normal girl) I would have excused myself for the restroom. Instead, however, I merely scooted over so Ash could lay next to me.
5:45. We were half way through the movie when I noticed Ash squirming beside me. I surveyed him; his thighs were pressing together, and his eyes darted towards the bathrooms about an 8-minute walk away. Smirking, I met his gaze. He blushed.
“Unlike you, I did not go at the theater.” With that, he got up slowly. “You coming?”
“Sure. I’ll come.”
As we headed down the path, I saw Ash dipping up and down in my peripheral vision. He moaned quietly.
“I’m wishing I hadn't waited so long. I’m actually at a 7 by now. Ooouhhh.... Oh god, here comes the river.”
The creek rushed against the bank, the sound filling the quiet little glen. Ash’s face was screwed up in concentration as we hurried past. My bladder jolted at the increase of speed, but now seemed like a poor time to mention anything.
We reached the bathrooms at 5:52.
As I waited for Ash to immerge again, I sat on an old bench, absent-mindedly fidgeting with my necklace. I felt a small wave, and for a split second, I considered using the bathroom while we were already here. The thought quickly faded though as Ash approached me, grinning.
“I have to say, that was kind of close. Around an 8 by the time the line finally moved up.”
I giggled as he kissed my cheek. “Did you go?”
I shook my head. “Nah. I’ll be ok.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
We got back to the picnic and finished the movie around 6:05.
As the credits rolled, Ash stretched and checked his watch. I, on the other hand, stayed down, squeezing my thighs together tightly.
“I can’t help but notice that you seem a bit tense there.”
I looked up at him. “No, I’m just a 6, why do you ask?”
His eyes widened in excitement. This was when things got interesting.
I decided not to tell him that his near-accident had pushed me past the 5 mark.
We relaxed for a little bit, just lying in the shade of the tree. He stoked my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I told him about my show, and how I tripped and fell onstage. He laughed and said I probably made it look professional. There we were, a teenage couple, having a normal conversation. To anyone else, this was exactly what couples did.
Except we found our own ways to make it unique.
Ash smiled as he told a story about the time he was trapped in his room for 24 hours. I shook my head. Ash’s cousin was a major jerk, that was incredibly obvious the first instant I met him. Turns out, he broke the doorknob for Ash’s bedroom, locking him in for a full day. Of course, this meant no food, no water except for the bottle he had conveniently stored the previous day, and yes, no bathroom.
“It was bad. I cried and pounded on the door like crazy, hopping up and down. I must have been no older than 8, and my bladder was throbbing. I remember screaming that I had to pee, but that made no difference. Eventually, I realized he wasn’t coming back. The need was so intense, I just sat there, back to the door, clutching myself and moaning. I squirted at one point, then started crying again, urine spreading past my fingertips. Then I just wet myself completely, right then and there.”
At the end of his story, I seemed to gain back my senses, and it suddenly became apparent to me that I was clutching my crotch tightly. I retracted my hand quickly, hoping Ash didn’t notice. That didn’t happen.
“You going to explain?” He asked, nudging me. “Come, on. Don't act like I'm not going to see you holding yourself right in front of me.” He actually seemed a little hurt. “This game is no fun if you don't tell me anything.”
I nodded, sitting up onto my heel. “It’s just... I didn’t want to interrupt you. You know how much I love your stories.” He smiled and pulled me back down next to him. I clenched my muscles as he traced a hand over the bulge, sending tingles in his wake.
6:36. This was the turning point.
We had resumed our game of truth or dare, and my dare was a doosie: Stand with my legs spread out for 10 minutes. Seems easy, right? Not when your bladder protrudes out like a basketball.
I moaned as my lips quivered. Ash sat across from me, making sure I didn’t try any funny business. “How ya feeling?” He grinned.
I shot him a withering look.
“What do you think?” I asked. Ash’s face fell serious.
“I can give you another dare...”
“No! I... I like... I like this one.”
He smiled.
The 10 minutes droned on like hours. I felt my bladder pulse more and more with each passing second, an occasional squirt threatening to come out. But somehow, I managed to hold it together.
Barely.
10 minutes later, the timer beeped.
“You're free,” Ash said, sounding slightly disappointed. When I didn’t say anything, he looked up from his phone.
My thighs were pressed together, both hands stuffed in my crotch. My bladder was as hard as a rock.
“8,” I gasped as a squirt escaped my lips. “An 8.”
Ash stared for a second.
“Wow. You... You amaze me. You know that, right?”
I moaned and sank deeper into my half squat.
“So, what do you want to do?” Ash asked as he surveyed my new wet patch.
It was then that a mother and her child walked by. I blushed, quickly yanking my hand away. The woman looked at me quizzically as I gave her a desperate smile, legs trembling in agony. She seemed about to say something when Ash stepped in.
“Good afternoon, mam,” He edged in front of me, shielding me from her view. “Lovely day, isn't it?”
The mother just gave him a disapproving look and pulled her child away.
As their figures disappeared into the distance, Ash turned back to me. “That was close.”
“Too close. God knows what she was going to say.” I returned to my holding, dipping up and down.
Ash stared at my hands. “You never answered my question. What do you want to do?”
I shifted, glancing at the playground just up ahead. There were a few kids and their parents, but dinner time was coming up. This place would clear out soon enough.
“I... oh, god, Ash...” He had come up behind me, pressing into my pee hole and stroking my crotch softly.
“What’s wrong, Amy?” He asked, pushing a little harder. “Is your wee-wee going to come out?”
I moaned, feeling some urine squirt into his cupped hands.
“Now, naughty Amy! You leaked.” I wriggled atop his finger, trying my best to hold the flow at bay. He knew the toddler-talk turned me on, and boy was this time intense.
“Ash,” I said, not wanting to pee just yet. “I want to keep playing truth or dare.”
Ash raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from my crotch. I gasped and clutched myself tighter. “Are you wanting a specific version?” He asked, brushing the hair out of my eyes.
“Maybe...” I reached out and led his hand back to my abdomen. He smiled.
I sat back down on the picnic blanket, heel digging into my crotch so my hands were free. I squirmed, waiting as Ash looked me over.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
He thought for a second, eyes tracing along my body carefully. Then he smiled mischievously.
Digging through his backpack, he pulled out an empty water bottle. I was about to question as to what my dare was when he answered for me.
“I will press this bottle up to your pee hole for 5 minutes. You cannot squirt or release so much as a drop of pee. Got it?”
I nodded.
Ash’s hands skated along my skin, slowly unbuttoning my jeans. I glanced around, hoping no one would report us, but at 7:10 on a Thursday night, it seemed highly unlikely anyone was around. Plus, we had been lucky to snag one of the more inland spots, further away from the parking lots.
Ash didn’t need to tell me the bottle was ready. I could feel the plastic between my tortured lips, open and welcome to any liquid that came gushing out of me.
“Your time starts... now.”
As Ash held the bottle up to my crotch, I couldn’t help but admire his looks. His hair fell golden-brown across his forehead, sparkling in the almost setting sun. That was one of the things that had first attracted me to him, way back at the beach: His perfect way of capturing stunning in a single breath. He was strong, but not exactly muscular, arms portraying a look of protection. Hansome, sweet, tantalizing. I sighed. How did I get so lucky? I wondered what it would be like to run my hand across his chest and kiss him, long and hard, with all of this pee stored up in my pulsing bladder...
I couldn’t help it. Some urine escaped, squirting out of my urethra and trickling down the side of the bottle.
Ash’s brows furrowed together, removing the container. “Come on, Amy, you can do better than this. Is it that bad?”
“No, I... I...”
I was drooling over you.
But he didn’t wait for an answer, just put the cap on, pulled my pants back up, and gave my bladder a playful shove.
“It’s ok. I saw you staring.”
I blushed.
“Ok,” he continued, setting the bottle outside. “My turn.”
“T-truth or dare?”
He thought for a moment before answering, “Truth.”
I groaned, pants still crumpled on the ground. I held myself through my panties, wet and golden in the setting sun.
Ash tilted his head. “What’s wrong? You want me to pull them back up?”
I nodded, gasping as his fingers skated across my hot skin. The buttons were clasped: 1. 2. 3. I winced at the added pressure, crotch flaring with heat. A maddening, desirable heat...
“O-Ok... Your truth, er...” I closed my eyes, thinking.
But I couldn’t focus. My pee hole burned, hot with desperation and horniness. I was rocking, slowly, deeply, completely immersed in the throbbing of my distended bladder. A good truth... a good truth... OOUUHHH... how am I supposed to think when I am literally about to...
Suddenly, it hit me what I wanted to know.
“In all honesty, how... how turned on are you right now?”
Ash’s eyes widened in surprise. Looking at me, his eyes filled with more love than I knew I deserved. He rested his hand on my bladder, tracing small, rhythmic circles, each one pushing harder into my bulge. My breath became ragged as he reached down, plugging my pee hole firmly.
“Amy...” I looked up, directly into his eyes. He was bright red, sweaty, and right then, the most beautiful thing in the world to me.
Leaning forward, he kissed me, laying atop my pulsing bladder. I screamed, thrashed, feeling him push the fabric of my panties aside and rubbing against my slick crotch. Moaning wasn’t enough. Kissing him wasn’t enough. I needed more, needed him to make me feel thing I had never felt before. As if sensing my thoughts, he stopped rubbing and pulled away.
“Amy, I... I can’t. It’s too risky, we could get caught...” The sky had become dark, the last traces of sun slipping beneath the horizon. He looked nervous, glancing around, as if battling with something inside of himself. He was hard, I could see it, but I knew he was right. We were to exposed out here.
“It’s ok,” I breathed, still laying sprawled on the ground. “I... I understand. Oh, god Ash, it’s... it’s coming... I CAN’T... IT’S COMING!!!” A spurt burst from my bladder, spraying out across the grass and staining our blanket. “No... No, NO!” I screeched, trying desperately to slow the torrent of urine flooding out of me. “Please, not yet! Not yet!”
And then, all at once, I couldn’t pee. I gasped, sparks flying before my eyes.
Ash plugged my pee hole. His hand trembled, pushing so hard I found myself unable to think of anything else. I was moaning, groaning, thrusting my pelvis into the air as his fingers continued to stay fixed, never moving, against my quivering lips.
“10,” I gasped between rocks. “10, 10, 10...” And then I laid still, just feeling, in all of its glory, the mass of pee inside me and the shock of Ash’s hands against my crotch.
“Let go,” I said, closing my eyes. He looked at me, unable to hide his surprise.
“But... I thought...”
Despite this, despite everything happening, I managed to smile. “It’s not fair for me to have all the fun.”
And so, he let go.
I screamed, pee gushing from my bladder with the strength of a fire hose. Even in the faded light, the arch seemed to sparkle with an unnatural brightness. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, body racking with shudder after shudder. Ash was kissing me again, oblivious to the urine that was jetting from between my legs. His hands searched for my crotch, ripping off my pants and underwear so the urine could flow freely, and attacked me. He poked and prodded, pushed and shoved. I screamed louder, mind filled with nothing but his body against my own, and the searing fire inside of me. It was just us two, Ash and me, plastered together and moaning like we were the only things left in this world. And in a way, in my head, we were.
After what seemed like an eternity, the stream slowed. Ash stopped, panting, and sat back on his heels.
“Damn, you’re good.”
I gazed at him, heart thumping wildly inside of me.
“Y-You are too.”
After sitting in silence a few minutes longer, we packed up the soaked blanket and walked towards the car, hands clasped between us. No doubt someone had heard our, er, activities, and park worker or not, we were not in the mood to be busted. As the playground faded into the distance, I turned back to Ash in the driver’s seat.
“You never answered my question. How turned on do I make you?”
He laughed, leaning over and planting a kiss on my cheek.
“A whole, whole lot, Amy. But you know what else?”
“What?”
“You’re more than that. You’re my girlfriend, and, more than anything, I love you for you.”
I smiled, heart fluttering in my chest.
“I love you too.” |
Tsukasa was sitting in her final class, blushing madly as her bowels ached. She had made it through the entire day, desperate for a bathroom, but because of some girls fooling around in the bathrooms, they were closed to students unless the students were trusted. But Tsukasa was not trusted. She was one of the girls who fooled around in the bathrooms when they were caught. She couldn't go relieve herself, so she had to wait until she got home.
Tsukasa desperately wanted to let out a few farts, but would be far too embarrassed to do it during class. So she waited until she left school to actually let out some wind.
The final bell rang through the school, and all the students began packing their things and leaving the class. Tsukasa carefully stood, and blushed as a quiet, little fart escaped from her rear uncontrollably. The pressure from the seat wasn't there anymore, allowing the unwanted fart to escape.
As she began packing everything into her backpack, she smelled her fart faintly. But there was plenty more inside of her, she just had to get outside before she could actually release it.
She put her backpack on, and followed the rest of the students with one hand on her stomach. Her bowels grumbled silently as she whinced slightly.
Tsukasa exited the school and began making her way down the street, and turned down the walkway onto another street. She glanced to her left, then to her right, and smiled as she seen no one around. No one ever went on the street that she took home, luckily. She smiled before relaxing her rear, and a loud brrrrrrrrrfrrrrrrrrrt sounds from her bum as a loud, dry fart released from her bowels. She moans silently as she blushes, feeling the relief of releasing her air to be extremely amazing. Just as she released her air, she felt a tingle down in her nether region. Could Tsukasa be enjoying this a little too much?
"Aaaah~ it feels to good~" Tsukasa said to herself silently. She pushed, and a pfffrrrrrrrrrt sounds as more wind escapes from her rear. She found herself to be enjoying her predicament a little, being a little disappointed that she couldn't smell her flatulence.
She continued making her way to her home, pushing out a fart every now and then. She finally reached her front door of her house, taking her keys out of her pocket and frantically putting them in the door as she placed a hand on her stomach, whincing. Her bowels churned angrily, a large portion of poo that urgently needed to be evacuated nearing the escape. A loud, sudden frrrrrrrrrrrrrrt escaped as a smelly fart escaped from her rear, the mess getting closer to escaping.
Tsukasa kept getting the wrong key as she let out a pained whimper. Just then, a bit of solid poo began poking out from her rear, causing her to whine audibly as she fumbled with her keys, trying to find the key to unlock her door.
The mess squeezed further out before it touched cotton, meeting the resistance of her panties. She continued fumbling with her keys as her poo began to push her pink panties out.
She finally found the right key, and inserted it into the lock of the door. Even though she finally got the key inserted into the door lock, her body seemed to have other plans.
As soon as she inserted the key into the door, her body involuntarily caused her to push, a loud crackle sounding from her rear as poo began roping out from her bum and into her pink panties. Tsukasa gasped and blushed madly as her panties began bulging out.
The crackling began to get more muffled as her panties began sagging down with the additional weight being exerted into them, the brown mass growing in size. Her skirt hid her accident, but Tsukasa felt and smelled what was going on as she gave up, and pushed voluntarily, causing a sudden splooooorch to sound as brown mess exploded from her bum and into her filled panties.
She breathed heavier as she grunted cutely, pushing again as the bulge continued ballooning out, the seat of her once pink panties now turning to a brownish pink colour.
The mess began spreading quickly across both her bum cheeks as her lower lip quivered and her cheeks flushing. She moved her hand that was on her stomach to the rear of her as she placed it softly on the slightly ballooned skirt as she pushed.
She grunted adorably as she pushed the last of the mess out, blushing deeply as she whimpered. The deed was done. Tsukasa just filled her panties.
"Oh.. I just... oh no..." She told herself as she blushed. She turned the key and unlocked her door, entering it before closing it behind her, the mess shifting about in her panties. The stench from her accident wafted up her nose as she blushed, keeping her hand placed on her rear. Soon, Tsukasa found herself slightly enjoying her accident.
"It feels... weird... But warm.." She told herself. Tsukasa found herself staying in her soiled panties for a few hours before finally cleaning up. It was quite a messy afternoon for Tsukasa.
Edited January 14, 2019 by ♡~Nikolai~♡
Had to fix some spelling mistakes
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Part-1: In which Karen meets Chris
(aka The Setup. Like all my fics, I start at the end - so you know what we'll work up to ? But after 4 paragraphs, the rest of the story is chronological)
Karen ignored the knock on the door and the rather strained enquiry on if "it is going to be much longer". She focused on applying the lipstick instead. She had her legs pressed together and couldn't stop herself from bobbing up and down - that was proving to be a problem. Keeping your hands steady while your bladder is about to burst is rather difficult. She heard a moan from outside the door and imagined Chris kneading his dick, the weight of his bladder pulling him down, barely keeping the flood in check. It was undeniably an arousing image.A sharp jolt in her lower abdomen brought her back to her own predicament. Much as she would like to "touch up her make-up" and delay Chris longer, holding back her own flood was proving impossible. Well, she could pee just as soon as she finished putting on the lipstick - very soon now. As her bladder continued throbbing mercilessly, she briefly wondered if she was a bad person. Well, she wasn't, really - Chris had had a choice to pee long ago. He wouldn't be pee dancing outside her bathroom now if he hadn't waited so long! This was fair game.The lipstick clattered to the ground as she shoved both hands in her crotch to outlast a particularly strong wave of desperation. Karen hopped from foot to foot (unknowingly mimicking Chris right outside). She nearly lost it as she bent to retrieve the lipstick, her bulging bladder pushing against the confines of her dress. She managed to hold on through gritted teeth, though the pressure on her bladder felt like the organ would pop at any second.She pushed the lipstick back in her cosmetics pouch and inspected her face. Not bad, given she had been desperately pee dancing the whole 10 minutes she had worked. Now for the much needed pee! And then Chris can have his relief too - she didn't want him to wet his pants after all. If only she could see him release the load though - well, may be he'll be desperate enough to not close the door. A girl can hope!
...Meeting Chris had made throwing this house party really worth it. To be honest, when her best friend Lynn had asked to "borrow" her house for a (day long!) party, she had been skeptical. What if the house inspectors for her adoption application dropped in just on the day and declared her unsuitable? After waiting so long, she was finally on the verge of being a mother! She couldn't possibly lose her baby! She wouldn't! She nearly had a panic attack.Till Lynn had pointed out they were 28, not 18. Their guests weren't drunk college kids. This wouldn't be that kind of a party. Most of the guests are Karen's friends too, so if the house inspectors did come around and weren't impressed with the ridiculously baby-proofed house (really, she hadn't left a single corner - every piece of furniture had those covers! She couldn't imagine letting her baby get hurt), they would prove excellent character witnesses. And she could meet Chris, that supposedly very handsome guy Lynn had been trying to set her up with forever.She had finally capitulated. Preparing for the party had actually been fun - something finally taking her mind off the trials and tedium of the adoption process. And she and Chris had really hit it off. If the fit and lean frame encased in a form fitting black jeans and light blue shirt, his abs lightly visible behind the tight shirt, hadn't attracted her the bright grin splitting his face would certainly have.
She herself wasn't unattractive - flaming red hair, over a pale flawless skin, encased in a flowing black dress ending just below her knees. Ok, she was actually quite attractive - with just enough curves at just the right places. But still, the sight of Chris made her a little nervous.She hadn't really dated anyone since breaking up with her highschool boyfriend 4 years ago. There was a brief fling with Lynn, but both of them were quickly convinced that was a bad idea. It wasn't that she was heartbroken - breaking up had been her idea both times - she just hadn't felt a connection with anyone since. Not that she was looking - making your name as a journalist kinda tends to take up all your waking hours. Her life was perfect just as it was. She always knew she wanted to be a mother, but she really didn't care about having a coparent, so she had enrolled to be a single parent and felt perfectly happy with the decision. Luckily her family and Lynn saw it the same way.
But Lynn had been really insistent she meet Chris, and after overcoming her initial nervousness, she could see why. They shared not only similar interests, but also world views - Chris was probably the only one she ever met who didn't find her baby proofing excessive. Well, her best friend had good taste.
When Lynn finally called them for a late lunch, they realized they had been talking for nearly an hour (and had worked steadily through a beer).
"Well, this will certainly be a good party" Karen decided as she walked to the dining room. |
Part-4: In Which Karen and Chris Reach Their Limits
(aka the one which ends with two utterly desperate idiots, dying for a pee)
She accepted the beer and they fell in to an easy conversation, as if they had known each other all their lives. After an hour, their beers were over and both of them started feeling the effects. Karen crossed her legs and squirmed a bit to find a comfortable position. She was at a 7/10 now, the beer having gone to her bladder amazingly fast, but she was enjoying the conversation far too much to move.
Chris showed no external sign, though his swelling bladder was aching against his tight jeans, showing a quite visible bulge. Even 8 hours and almost more than 3 litres of liquids in, his bladder was at a steady 7/10. He would have liked to loosen his jeans a bit and give himself room to grow - but he was still in perfect control. No point in interrupting a nice conversation for the inconvenient need to pee.
When they were offered a tall glass of iced tea by Lynn, he didn't think twice before accepting. Karen demurred however - she knew she was nearing her limits, but was loath to leave the conversation and go pee. She decided to just not drink anything instead.In spite of the resolution, half an hour later, Karen had to classify herself as desperate. She had to cross her legs for composure, pulling all her muscles tight. Her body was begging for relief, and it was all she could do to stop herself from grabbing her crotch openly. She was thankful she was wearing a dress - her bladder wasn't under as much pressure as a jeans would put. She crossed her legs a bit tighter and manoeuvred herself to let the edge of the sofa push against her labia. Ah, that felt better.Chris still looked completely at ease, but a closer look would show his legs were pressed together, and his hand was underneath his by now very noticeable bladder bulge, as if supporting it. He had more than a litre of piss in him, and his bulging bladder showed it. Most men would have peed themselves by now - but his bladder was up to the pressure. In fact both of them had entered the 8/10 territory by now, and filling fast - but both were enjoying the company way too much to move. It was as if only the two of them existed in the house - Karen hadn't felt this connection with anyone that she could remember. But her bladder was throbbing constantly now, and after 6 hours of holding it, her muscles were tired. She really needed to excuse herself and release the flood inside. She was at that stage where you simply pull a squat on a semi-empty road because you just can't hold it till the next rest area. As she prepared to stand up however, she suddenly got an extra impetus to hold on.She noticed Chris's stiff body language, tightly pressed legs and a definite bulge in his abdomen, spilling out of the waistband. As Lynn started pouring out sodas right next to them, Chris visibly flinched. His hands were positioned in his lap as if one was pressing on his dick and the other was holding that swollen bulge up. That confirmed it - he needed a piss. Bad. Karen was fascinated - she had never seen a bladder bloat out the way Chris's was, straining against his tight jeans, spilling over the waist band. That must really hurt - the jeans cutting through his over-full bladder!? She became a little moist just imagining the oceans of hot piss Chris must be keeping back. She wondered why he hadn't excused himself yet, but as her bladder sent out twinges begging to be relieved, she got her answer. Chris probably didn't want to abruptly break off conversation and run away to piss! She couldn't believe her luck - a hot guy, straining to keep a flood of pee contained? She determined to delay his break as long as feasible. As long as her body allowed.And the man seemed absolutely incapable of refusing a drink. She could swear he gave his cock a really long squeeze as he accepted the soda from Lynn. Karen refused - she could not imagine adding more liquids to her bladder. She pulled her right leg underneath her and let her heel grind against her pee-hole - she almost moaned out in relief. Ah, thank goodness for the comforts a dress affords. She couldn't have held on much longer in a jeans.Chris now had only one hand to comfort himself - it looked like supporting his bulging bladder took priority. But as he took the first gulp of his soda, he had to start jiggling his legs. He just couldn't sit still. He really thought about excusing himself right then and there - but Karen was so alluring! It was 9 hours since his last piss, and he had probably drank 4 litres or so. His bladder felt rock solid and had started to ache. But he valiantly tightened his spinchter and willed his body to hold on. He wouldn't give in.In the next hour, they both eyed people walking towards the bathroom with envy, as their bladders continued filling up beyond what they thought was possible. Karen had nearly reached her limits - she sat right on top of her heel as a last resort, a small bladder bulge visible against her dress. As she ground her heel in to her pussy in a desperate effort to hold on for some time longer, she thanked her stars for having not chosen a jeans. She could see the bulge straining against Chris's tight jeans, at least double the size of her own bulge. He must be absolutely frantic she thought - but he still wasn't showing any overt signs.Chris was at the latter stages of a 9/10 - he couldn't remember needing to pee this badly in a long time. May be that time they had gone on a hiking trip and he had held it all day, refusing to pee in the woods like some animal. His underwear had been quite wet by the end of that day, and a small wet patch on his crotch. Not that anybody ever found out. But if he didn't make a move soon, his pants won't come out dry today either. His jaws were clenched against the constant throbbing in his bladder, and his hand was pressing on his lap for dear life - it took every ounce of self control to not jiggle his legs or hunch forward. He had noticed Karen pulling her left leg underneath her and wished he could do something to relieve the extreme pressure in his own abdomen. But he was a man - he didn't have many options that would count as subtle. His only option was to excuse himself, but at this point he doubted he could stand up straight without bursting. No, that kind of spectacle would never do - he has to wait till he has some privacy. So he clenched every muscle and held on. She looked like she would have to excuse herself soon enough - his bladder can outwait hers!Just when Karen felt she was at her absolute limit and was about to excuse herself, Lynn broke in to their conversation - "It's past 7 you love birds! We have a dinner to get to, remember? We are late, late, late! Come on, get up, we need to goo!"Chris nearly groaned - he had forgotten they were going out for dinner. If Lynn made them leave now? Without giving him a chance to relieve his aching bladder? He couldn't imagine holding it through dinner. But he couldn't imagine rushing to the toilet first thing on entering a restaurant either. His bladder clenched in protest - he couldn't help hunching forward this time. His bladder had reached capacity. |
Part-6: In Which Chris Tries to Hold It
(aka after all the build-up, I finally fulfill @Bangarang's prompt - "How about someone hogging the bathroom for ages while someone else really needs to get in there to empty their bursting bladder? Its a classic but I love it, to keep it fresh could be a girl in the bathroom and a guy waiting?")
Chris remained glued to the sofa, hands pressing down on his lap as Lynn took her time herding everyone out. His bladder screeched for relief, begging him to do something, but he wasn't about to move till he was alone. Since 9am, he had drank two large coffees (300mL), 1 orange juice (250mL), 2 cans of beer (1000mL), 4 glasses of wine (700mL), 2 of water (500mL), 1 iced tea (150 mL) and a soda (250mL). That's nearly 3 litres of liquids over 10 hours - most of it caffeinated or alcoholic. No wonder even his freakishly large bladder was past bursting point! Oh why couldn't they hurry up and go, so he could at least hold himself?Finally Lynn closed the door behind herself and Chris was free to pinch the base of his penis shut. He clutched his member with both hands as he stood up. The entire contents of his bladder - more than 2 litres worth of urine - pushed against his spinchter demanding immediate release. Oh how he wanted to rush to the bathroom and release this impossible to hold load. But no, he had promised to lock the door.As he shuffled away from the bathroom his entire body hurt with the effort of keeping the flood in. His bladder felt like a ton of rocks - even with his hand supporting the huge bulge, it was pulling him down, forcing him to hunch forwards. He nearly lost a spurt as he straightened up to lock the door. He was definitely at a 10/10, and minutes away from pissing himself uncontrollably. Gritting his teeth, he kept one hand firmly massaging his cock as he closed the door and hunched back. Thank goodness there was no one to see.He was now finally free to hurry up and go! Ah, just the thought of pissing could give a man so much joy! His entire body was tingling with the need and anticipation of relief. The waistband of his tight jeans was cruelly cutting in to his bladder, pulses of pain coursing through his body every second. The button was about to pop after a long and valiant fight against his bladder. He still resisted the temptation to open up - he didn't want Karen to come out of her bedroom or something and find him with his pants open. That would be totally creepy. No, he had tolerated this intense pain for at least an hour now - he could stand it a few more minutes.The slow crawl to the bathroom, keeping his thighs pressed together, seemed to take hours. Each small step jolted his bladder and caused all that golden liquid to attack his poor overtired spinchter. He was clutching his dick for dear life, every one of his muscles clenched to hold back for just a few more seconds. Finally he was at the promised land - his body starting to relax as he pushed the white door.A hot spurt escaped in to his boxer as the door refused to budge. Fuck, fuck, fuck - Chris didn't have time to deal with a jammed door now. Summoning all his strength, he stopped the leak as he pushed against the door with all his might. And again. "Woah, someone's impatient!" Karen's voice floated out. "I'm touching up my make up! Give me a couple of minutes to finish up? Or do you really need to pee? Can you wait 2 minutes? Do you need me to open up?" Karen raced on without a pause."I just thought the door was jammed" Chris managed to bleat out. What could he even do? Admit he couldn't wait even 2 minutes?"Oh ok. So not an emergency? Good. I for one need to pee something fierce! Let me just finish up. 2 minutes, ok?" Karen finally shut up.Oh if only Chris could admit how much more fiercely he needed to pee. Another spurt escaped in spite of his death grip as his bladder throbbed with the need for somehow lessening the pressure. The button on his jeans lost the battle and popped out of its hook, as his bladder continued to bulge further outwards. The pressure was still immense and giving up on decorum, Chris unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers to below his abdomen. Finally his bladder could bulge out fully, relieved from all external pressures. Ah, that felt slightly better. 9.8/10 may be. He will take any relief he can get. He would pee on a plant, if Karen had a plant. Or a litter box, if she had a cat. But fuck, he had to hold on. And thinking of peeing was just making it worse. Ok, just 2 minutes. He can do 2 minutes.However 2 minutes later, Karen still hadn't opened the door, and Chris's urge was increasing every second. As a last resort he allowed his hands to snake inside his boxers, tugging at his member, trying to calm his bladder. He was bent double, and his penis was going numb from how tightly he was clutching the base, trying to physically pinch his urethra shut. Oh, he was so close to relief! Why did Karen have to hog the bathroom?As Karen continued hogging the bathroom, the pressure inside Chris built back up to 10/10. He was jiggling his legs, massaging his cock, gently holding up his uber heavy bladder, hopping from foot to foot - absolutely anything to hold on just a few minutes longer. Oh why hadn't he gone and peed before? Why hadn't he refused to leave the line in the afternoon, admitting his need to relief? He really needed to get in there. How long does it take to put on make up? As his bladder gave another fierce push, he knocked the door again."Will it be much longer?" - he had meant for it to come out playfully, meant to add something funny about how long women took to get ready. But it came out as a desperate plea, and he stopped talking as another wave of desperation passed over his body, completely drenching his thick cotton boxers. Karen didn't even deign to respond. He pushed a finger against his pee-hole, trying to physically block his bladder's escape route. It wouldn't work much longer, but it was something.He continued stroking his length, hoping a hardening dick would provide some distraction, some reduction of urgency. But his body was fully occupied with the extraordinary pressure in his lower abdomen, the painfully full bladder begging for release. It couldn't focus on anything else. He was literally trembling in desperation as wave after wave crashed against his spinchter. Tears started forming in his eyes from the sheer effort and pain of holding the flood back.He thought Karen was moving around inside, a faint groan? May be she was finally done with her make-up and taking her supposedly fiercely needed piss. Anyone who could think of makeup or anything else while supposedly needing a piss simply didn't know what true desperation felt like, Chris thought bitterly. He was hanging on the edge of control, seconds from losing it all on the floor - and here she was still hogging the bathroom. For makeup!As another small leak escaped, Chris closed his eyes and prayed - what else could he do? |
Part-7: In Which Karen's Karma Strikes
(aka in which I finally fulfill @SAM996's prompt - "A woman, most likely a mother, 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)
As Karen fumbled with her lipstick, her bladder screamed for immediate relief. It was 7:25pm, and she hadn't peed since 12noon. This has to be the longest she has gone without a piss - no wonder her bladder was about to burst. She had drank a shit ton too - 2 can of beers (1000mL), 2 glasses of wine (350mL) and 1 of water (250mL). That's like 1.5 litres of liquid - and she didn't exactly have the largest of bladders.
She shoved a hand under her dress and pushed against her pee-hole, trying to buy a few more minutes of time. Chris was there outside the door, begging for relief and she really really wanted to deny it to him. But in the 10 minutes she had put on her makeup, her own bladder had firmly entered the 10/10 territory.She had kept her legs pretzeled throughout, frequently grabbing her crotch as waves of desperation hit. But even pressing directly against her pee-hole was providing scant relief. There was a dull ache in her lower abdomen, and sharp jolt of pain passed through her rock hard bladder as at least a litre of piss crashed against her spinchter, trying to force a way through.She couldn't wait a second longer. Putting her lipstick back in it's pouch, she allowed a hand to sneak inside her cotton panties, stroking her labia, putting pressure against her pee-hole. Ah, that felt a little better. She hunched forward as she walked towards the toilet, pleasure coursing through her body in anticipation of letting this painful ball of piss out.That was till she tried to lift the lid - her toilet was baby-proofed, just like the rest of her house. As anyone looking to bring a baby in to the house should do. But at this crucial moment that child lock was keeping her out of her own toilet. She couldn't stop a spurt escaping - her body had been primed for immediate relief. The shock of being denied caused her to leak all over her hands and panties, a tennis ball size wet patch developing on the back of her dress. As the warmth spread over her hand, still clutching her crotch, trying to stop any more leaks, she realized Karma really is a Bitch.Here she had been, pushing her body to the limit, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hopping from foot to foot, doing everything in her power to deny the even more desperate man outside the door access to the toilet. And now she couldn't use it herself.A sharp wave of pain jolted her bladder, as she used every bit of her will power to stop leaking. Her panties were soaked through - but clenching every single muscle in her body she managed to stop before it turned into a flood. However the comparatively miniscule amount of pee that had escaped seemed to simply increase her desperation.She continued pulling at the lid, fiddling with the lock, trying to gain access to that much coveted toilet - but to no avail. She had to hunch forward, thighs pressed together, to hold back the next wave. She knew she didn't have much time. She was at a 10/10, holding more than she has ever held before. She had to find a way to relieve herself! Karen pushed both hands back inside her panties, clutching herself as a particularly strong wave of desperation hit her. She bent double, as pain pulsed out from her rock hard bladder. A groan escaped her as her desperation increased to a level she didn't imagine possible. She had thought she was bursting when she started her make-up, but that was nothing compared to now. Keeping one hand firmly fingering her down there, she tried to open the lock again. It refused to budge. Oh, how badly she needed relief! And she needed it fucking now!She looked around her bathroom, trying to think of an alternate place to let her load out. There was the shower cubicle - but it was so tiny, she doubted she would have space to squat. She would probably get pee all over her bathroom floor. Gross. And what would Chris think? She definitely wouldn't have time to clean up before he actually swallowed his pride and begged to be let in. Then there was the sink - but it was so tall, and set deep in a stone counter. She would probably lose control just trying to climb it, and flood her bathroom instead. Oh, only if she were a man - she could have aimed at the shower outlet and let it rip.The thoughts of letting it rip weren't helping in the slightest. She had to push both hands against her crotch to keep the next wave of desperation at bay. Her entire body was pretzeled, trying to contain her bulging bladder. But she was running out of time. As she gave yet another unsuccessful tug on the lid, her spinchter gave out again. She could feel the drops of pee making it's way through her urethra, rolling towards the exit - and she knew there was plenty more where that came from.Desperate times call for desperate means, she decided. Hunched forwards, hands firmly against her crotch, she started taking small steps towards the door, stopping every two steps to let her bladder settle. Each step was swishing all the contents of her bladder, causing a few drops to dribble on the floor, her body screaming at her for walking away from a toilet. But she needed help. She had to do this! |
Part-8: In Which the Bladders Win
(aka THE END)
Chris opened his eyes as he heard the door open. Finally! He was beyond embarrassment - he knew he couldn't afford to remove the hand pinching his urethra closed, no matter what Karen thought about a grown man unable to control his bladder. He was absolutely bursting, and now, finally, he could have his relief.As he moved towards the door, he noticed the grimace of pain on Karen's face, and the hand shoved under her dress. And then he heard her, and his heart sank as another leak escaped his death grip, leaving a tiny wet patch on his jeans. "Please help me. I couldn't open the child lock on the toilet." Karen begged in a strained voice.Oh fuck, great. He just wanted to piss. A sink, a trash can, anything would do. He was bent double from the pressure, and his bladder would simply burst any second now. And yet, here was Karen begging for help. He shuffled in after her, frantically looking around for a place to pee. He couldn't think straight. The lock seemed stuck at a weird angle, but he needed to reduce the pressure in his abdomen before he could think about anything but pissing like a race horse. As another wave of desperation racked his body, he clutched his cock tighter, using the other hand to block his pee-hole in a valiant attempt to keep it all in. Neither of them was in a position to close the door.A whimper of pain escaped him, as he felt the pee rushing through his urethra again. Almost unconsciously, he removed his dick from his boxers, just as a 2 second jet of pee burst out of him and on the floor. At least that saved his jeans. His body was in rebellion, refusing to hold on a second more."Karen, I can't think. I need to piss, right now. I'm so sorry - I'll burst all over your bathroom floor if I take a hand off my cock to try that lock""Please Chris? I'm bursting too! I haven't peed since noon!" Karen responded as she pee danced in front of the closed toilet."I haven't peed since 9am" Chris managed to utter in a strangled voice, as he desperately looked around for an alternate place to pee. "I have been desperate for a piss since 5! I just can't wait a second more."Karen's spinchter was about to give up from the pressure. Oh this was so unfair! Why did men get to pee when women didn't? She watched with envy as Chris made his way to the shower stall. He did look like he was at the end of his rope - he had just leaked all over her bathroom floor, leaving a trail of yellow for chrissake. But knowing he was in a worse state didn't help her situation. Keeping one hand massaging her pussy, she tried to open the lock again.Just then, she heard a loud hiss, and shoved the hand right back in, crossing her legs tighter in the bargain. Chris was pissing a thick stream in to the shower exit - the piss frothing and dark yellow, bursting out of his dick. Even as she crossed her legs tighter, she was mesmerized. Her own bladder relaxed in sympathy, and her panties could soak no more. A gush of pee hit the floor as another whimper escaped her. She managed to stop before she completely flooded her floor, but she knew the next one would be her last one. Tears of pain and embarrassment filled her eyes as she seriously considered just letting it all go.Chris came to his senses at the whimper. He had barely peed for 15s, but he forced himself to stop. He must help Karen. His bladder was still rock hard and bulging outwards, in spite of the strong jet of pee that had rushed out of him the moment he positioned himself inside the shower stall. But he could hold on now - he had to. He had been shameless enough already.Apologizing profusely he moved towards the toilet again - "I really really couldn't wait a second longer. My eye balls are still floating. Sorry"Karen was now bent double, focusing every bit of her strength on holding on. She could see Chris bending over the toilet, working the lock with both hands. She kept massaging herself, hoping to hold on, praying Chris opens it soon. Watching the waterfall spray out of Chris had excited her enormously, as had his confession of having been bursting for more than 2 hours - that was helping reduce the urgency a bit - but only a little bit. She wouldn't last more than a minute, if that - she just knew. She had never needed to pee this badly in her life! Oh, why had she not just gone and peed before? She couldn't even enjoy Chris's desperation! All she could think of was her own bladder.As Karen felt her spinchter giving up, urine rushing out against her will, Chris managed to open the lock. Apparently two hands is what it took. Karen rushed forward as soon as she heard the sound of the lock opening. Chris was straightening up, probably preparing to finish what he started in the shower, but Karen pushed him aside. "Wetting myself" was all she could say as explanation. She just about managed to position herself over the bowl as pee gushed out of her bladder with enormous force. She didn't even have time to remove her hands from her crotch - her spinchter refusing to hold on any more.As Karen's gusher hit the water, Chris could feel his spinchter giving out too. Just the sound of someone's relief was too much for his poor overworked bladder. He didn't even have time to go back to the shower stall - it was coming out right now."Open your legs wider" he commanded, as he concentrated all his physical and mental powers on delaying the flood for a second more. No time for explanations.Thankfully Karen didn't need any - she could see his eye balls floating and knew what was coming. As she opened her legs wider, she shifted slightly back on the toilet seat, leaving a small gap at the front, and prayed Chris had a good aim.Chris barely got time to aim as his bladder just exploded, but he still managed to direct his stream in to the toilet bowl. The water foamed and frothed, as their streams merged, both of them moaning in relief as their long abused muscles relaxed. For the first 30s, all Karen could focus on was her own relief, the pain subsiding, her dress no longer feeling tight around her abdomen. As her stream reduced to a trickle, she paid attention to the man hunched over her, still releasing a thick golden stream. His bladder was still bulging outwards, but it looked much smaller now. Karen watched with fascinated arousal as the man continued pissing on full force, finally letting all the pent up pee out. He had definitely been holding an enormous amount!Chris continued peeing out a strong and noisy stream for a good minute longer after Karen was done. He was still hunched over, a look of pure bliss on his face, eyes closed, as his bulge gradually disappeared. All Karen could think of was how hot he looked, pissing up a storm.Finally, even Chris's bladder was empty, and his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. The water level in the toilet was almost up to Karen's bum - both of them clearly having held way more than they ever did before. There were puddles of pee all over the bathroom floor - from both of them. But at least most of the flood had made it in to the toilet. These, these could be cleaned up with a tissue.Woah, this had turned out to be some introduction. And it was a shame - he had really liked Karen. But after this, he could never look her in the eye again.To his surprise however, a shy request was uttered as he finally straightened up, his abdomen feeling so much lighter - "Can I kiss you?". "After we clean up, of course" Karen added with a nervous laugh.Well, looked like they would be looking each other in the eyes again after all. |
Chapter 2: Getting There
Thankfully it was still just daylight and he had already looked up the building and route on google street map. Will had prepared for everything in his head. Everything that was except his need to urinate. The seatbelt was pressing into his swollen bladder and he could feel the weight of all the liquid he had consumed swishing about inside him. He should have been home right now standing in front of his beloved personal porcelain toilet, the only one he felt comfortable using. His body sent a small spasm at that thought as his urethra pushed once again for release.
Yet he had come this far. His life had to change and he knew it. If that meant having to hold his urine in that bit longer then so be it. His anxiety was controlling him and he had to get some of that control back.
Will sat in his car trying to control his breathing. He could look up where he building was, he could plan the route and have a snack and water with him ready but he still had no way of knowing who would be in the building, where to go or how he would ever manage to speak to a therapist. He could not remember the last time he had a proper conversation with anyone. It was hard enough saying good morning how on earth would he answer in depth questions from a stranger?
Will was sweating, breathing much faster than he should have and without realising it he had his hand over his crotch again. ‘Get yourself together Will. You can do this. Breathe....stay calm...you are in control’ he spoke to himself slowly and calmly until he gained the courage to turn off the car engine and finally walk to the entrance of the building. He looked around but as the building was located in a quite backstreet there was no-one around. He crossed his legs and rang the bell. Inside his head screamed to run, his bladder screamed for release and his legs were turning to jelly. As the buzzer sounded he opened the door tentatively terrified of what would wait him.
He scanned the room, which already seemed to be closing around him, and noticed an empty waiting area, a desk with one young girl at it who he avoided giving eye contact and a few doors with labels on that he could not quite read as his eyes struggled to focus due to his anxiety.
He tried to speak but the words would not come out.
It was like the young girl knew. She spoke quietly but reassuringly and asked if he was William Highland. Will nodded but looked everywhere but where she was. Now he was nearer the doors he could see that one was marked ‘ladies’, one ‘gents’ and the other a little way down just read ‘in use’. Seeing the word gents somehow increased Will’s need to release his bladder instantly and he slipped his hands into his suit trouser pocket to grab his member tightly. He so longed to pee but he hadn’t used any toilet except the one in his apartment for maybe four years now and he just didn’t think he could change that, even though his entire body wanted to. If ever he needed a reminder of why he needed therapy this was it.
‘If you just have a seat Sarah will be with you very shortly,’ she said so kindly. The word shortly seemed to echo in his ears as Will fought the urge to walk out, drive away and get to the safety of his home.
Instead he fought against his thoughts and found the furthest seat away from the desk as he could. He immediately crossed his legs and looked at the floor. He had no knowledge of doing so but he subtly rocked on the seat, nerves and a bursting bladder combining together to fight for his attention. How could he not just open the gents and use a cubicle or even a urinal? He tried to rationalise in his mind how unlikely it would be for anyone to be in there, let alone hear him as he released his huge torrent. He tried willing himself to walk the few metres to open that door but no matter how hard he tried his legs refused to work.
He was fidgety and restless, nervous, terrified and bursting. It was an awful combination as he uncrossed his legs, leaned forward and bounced both feet on the carpet looking down at the coffee table with sweat beads forming in his forehead making his blond curls wet.
Just then he heard a door open and he turned his entire body to face away from everyone like a naughty child caught doing something he shouldn’t.
He heard a voice. A beautiful, angelic, calming voice call his name. He was instantly drawn like a magnet as his whole body turned as if a secret invisible current was pulling him. He stood, suddenly his legs now able to take his weight, his heart still thumping in his chest, as he walked towards the voice like an animal drawn to light. Silently he slid himself into the counselling room, still looking at the floor, as he stood there aware of an incredible, amazing aura but just as aware of a throbbing in his pants. He crossed his legs suddenly and raised his eyes to see two leather arm chairs with a small table between them with a box of tissues, a jug of water and two glasses and a small plate of biscuits.
Will placed his bag on the floor and sat down on one of the seats, still sweating and terrified yet with a pride in himself that he had hit this far. He’d made it. He had got way further than he had thought he would. He was t going to let his bladder ruin things now.
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Chapter 4: Distracted
Sarah continued the paperwork as Will continued to shift about and nod. Then she handed him a pen to sign a few forms. Will looked up as far as her hand and tried to take the pen but terrified of touching her beautiful, perfect hand he missed entirely and the pen fell to the floor. He slid forward on his chair, sliding one hand between his legs to squeeze his penis through his suit trousers and using the other to pick up the pen. God did he need to pee so bad. He lifted the clip board which Sarah had rested on the coffee table and leaned forward with his legs bouncing to sign his name. Under signature it read ‘please print name’ and Will wrote Will Highland’ in perfect capital letters.
Sarah picked up the clip board and pen from the coffee table and returned them to the shelf behind her client. While out of sight she held her crotch and pee danced so grateful for the fact she had decided to wear her navy suit trousers and white blouse today rather than her tight black skirt from yesterday. She was worried about her client who seemed so bound by anxiety he could not speak but more concerned about her own bladder which was pounding for release already. It hardly seemed possible she could go from just needing to desperate this quick but then again she had drank plenty and not been near a toilet all day!
With Sarah out of sight Will too had been holding himself and rubbing. He could feel his piss seeping down his urethra and ready to burst out. He was dying for a loo but unable to say. This was torture.
As Sarah sat down she was struck by how awkward and uncomfortable her client looked. Of course everyone was nervous seeing her for the first time but this was different. The inability to give eye contact, or speak, the shifting about and general anxiety was on a whole new level. He was cute as hell but bound by something she longed to unravel. She suddenly had a brain wave...
She walked over to a cupboard and rummaged about, coming back a moment later with a whiteboard and pen. She wrote one one side the word ‘yes’ and on the other ‘no’. Her first question was simple and inspired from her earlier forms.
‘William, it’s perfectly ok not to speak. I accept you fully and respect you regardless. Would you feel more comfortable communicating using this?’
‘Will raised his head finally to see the board though Sarah’s words were touching him somewhere deep inside his heart. His eyes were tearing up but what he didn’t expect was his entire body reacting as his eyes met the sheer beauty and wonder of Sarah’s face. Her hair, so naturally auburn and shining with vitality and splendour, her eyes, gleaming with hope, reassurance and sexual appeal, her nose so perfect and touchable, her lips so tender and kissable. His heart almost missed a beat, the hairs on his arms standing up and his penis now suddenly erect and ready. He had never in his entire life experienced this. He longed with all his being to touch this special spectacular princess, smell her, taste her, hold her. He wanted to be inside her more than anything. Then he instantly came to himself and looked away. What on earth was he thinking! His heart and body were putty in this strangers hands and there was nothing he could do to regain control of it.
Sarah wasn’t expecting William to look up. She most definitely wasn’t expecting to see the most deep, passionate, perfect brown eyes meet hers. Her entire body was set alight. His hairline, his skin, his perfectly trimmed beard...oh how she longed with all her being to passionately kiss those lips. Suddenly he looked away and the electricity souring through her body tried to ease down. She’d never in her life felt this was with anyone. But he was a client and her stupid bladder would just not stop throbbing either!
She found herself lost in wonder, lost in thought, lost for words. What was she going to ask him again? Oh yes she remembered now.
‘Would you prefer I called you Will?’
Will had never been so glad in all his life to have a sudden erection. He tried pressing the end of his penis down to keep it from standing up obviously through his suit trousers. So ok his attention was still on his nether regions but at least, for the next few minutes or so, he was no longer in danger of pissing himself!
He pointed to the ‘yes’ on the whiteboard.
‘Great! Then it’s great to meet you Will. I’m Sarah and I hope we can get to know each other better so I can help you work through things that are bothering you. As I said I accept you exactly as you are and together we will do whatever it takes to get you comfortable and released from anything that is causing you pain or discomfort or irritating you. I’ll go at your pace and you can guide me. My role is to see you happy, at peace and comfortable being you. Does that sound ok?’
So right now his body longed to make love to a stranger, piss an ocean and then eat some dinner but he was pretty sure she wasn’t being that literal and she was referring to the anxiety that bound his entire life, even right now to the point of struggling to communicate his physical needs. He had no hesitation in pointing to the yes on the board as his erection began fading as his bladder sent an urgent reminder of how desperate he was to piss. Boy this was awkward. No wonder he was anxious!
Sarah tried to concentrate but two things were consuming her thoughts: she swore the man sitting right in front of her had the biggest erection she had ever seen which made her want him so badly her vagina was pushing out mucus like a machine in overdrive and secondly the wet mucus in her pants was about to get joined by a days worth of urine as she was absolutely dying to pee! |
Will had forgotten about the receptionist. Sarah was standing holding the door open for him with her legs crossed and a hand between them. God she was so stunning even more so with a full bladder. He could feel his erection start to grow again as his eyes stared at her thighs, her round hips and her legs. She looked just as desperate to go as he was and he felt so foolish, so vulnerable standing with a hand down his trousers holding himself through his underwear. His face was red, his body hot and flustered, his abdomen swollen with a bloated bladder. Yet try as he might he could not leave the room while that receptionist was there. Anxiety had taken control again.
Sarah willed him to keep moving. She held the door open with her eyes fixed on his crotch. With the top button of Wills trousers undone the fly half unzipped and his hand gripping himself through his navy blue boxers she was entranced. This was the stuff of her fantasies only. She had never in her life seem a man so openly dying to piss, so handsomely holding himself, so fidgety and squirming. She was in heaven. Well all except the fact she was now dripping slowly from her private area and about to flood her consulting room with a days worth of pee. What was stopping Will moving?
Will raced back to the table and grabbed the pen. He bent over pee dancing like a child on edge, shaking he somehow finished his sentence. ‘Help’.
‘I need help’
Sarah didn’t know what deep rooted fears were preventing Will from just running to the gents. All she knew was he was on edge yet bound, desperate yet unable to bring himself to breakthrough. She had promised to help him and while this was way outside of her comfort realm, far beyond anything a therapist should ever dream of doing, unethical and absolutely unprofessional in every way she knew she had to put all that aside to help her client through this.
She gently took Will by the hand and pulled him towards the door. ‘We’ll get through this together Will. Come on.’
Will’s bladder sent another spasm as tears filled in his eyes. He had never been so vulnerable, so helpless, so dependent on another person in his life. Holding Sarah’s hand made his penis fill with blood again. Just that physical touch from a female that he had never experienced before yet had longed for forever.
Sarah pulled him to the door and pulled it open. Before he knew it they were both in the empty waiting room, running hand in hand, both with their other hands between their legs. Running, hobbling; together with the same urgent throbbing need. The only place Will could look at was the carpet so his eyes blinked when the flooring suddenly changed to white tiles and he realised he was finally in a bathroom.
‘Right, lets go’ he heard as Sarah dropped his hand and headed for a stall.
Will ran to the stall nearest the window pulling his trousers to his knees and fishing his throbbing penis from his damp boxers. He had no time to push the door shut. This hurt.
Sarah could not quite believe what she had just done. Here she was pulling her suit trousers and cotton pants down and finally sitting on the toilet at last. Just two stalls away was a man she only met half an hour ago in the ladies bathroom at her work about to unleash a full bladder. She had brought a man into the ladies! What on earth possessed her to do that? Desperation can cause you to do the craziest of things she thought as she smiled and kicked the door over while her bladder finally relaxed and exploded it’s huge contents into the toilet. She never wanted this feeling to end as she closed her eyes and thought about the man just two stalls away doing the exact same as she was.
If only Will could pee. He stood there aiming his exhausted penis to the pan willing it to work so badly. He closed his eyes listening intently to the urine exploding from Sarah two stalls away. All that did was make him hard again and he could never master peeing from an erect penis. But he so badly needed this. He so needed to push past his anxiety and get release. As much as he was now turned on he was sure he could not cum. Not with such a huge bladder and aching testicles. He tried stroking his long erection as Sarah’s pee splashed louder and more violently. He was incredibly aroused now having cum so often to videos of woman pee dancing and finally peeing. It was his secret obsession, his biggest arousal, his deepest longing. But not now. God the door or the cubicle wasn’t even closed, he wasn’t at home in privacy. No, not now penis. Not now.
Sarah could not help herself as she relaxed into her long stream, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her whole body in heaven. She momentarily forgot where she was sighing loudly in relief.
Will was losing control. Not of his bladder like he wanted but if his need to cum. Thoughts of Sarah consumed his every being. Hearing her wee, picturing her open vagina as her urethra came into sight, imagining the leaks in her underwear; Will found himself stroking his member urgently. He was hard, so hard. He hadn’t had sexual release for days and he had never been so aroused, so needy, so utterly consumed with desire for sex before. Then again he had never been touched by a female, never seen one in real life so desperate to pee, and most certainly never heard one release such an incredibly full bladder like this before. He was in heaven.
It took no time at all as he ejaculated a huge load into the toilet as Sarah sighed so close by. He wiped himself with paper longing his bladder to now be able to release. It had to happen now surely? |
As Will washed his hands Sarah could not help but smile at him. She would never forget Will, though she wondered if it was better if she never continued with counselling him. For now though there was no harm in finishing his first session, or what was left of it anyway. She had to admit it was the strangest session she had ever had with anyone in her career, but by far the sexiest too.
Will was way too embarrassed to look at Sarah as he washed and dried his hands. What must she think of him? He did feel so much more confident but maybe that was just the ecstasy of an empty bladder and the combination of the massive mental achievements he had accomplished that evening.
Both of them returned silently to the room, Will proud of himself for walking through the waiting room without having a heart attack at the thought the receptionist might still be there.
‘Well I don’t know about you Will but I sure feel much better after that break. So where were we? Yes I was talking about why you were referred.’ Sarah was trying to race through this now. One because she was still very wet and open and wanted to masterbate and two because she was struggling with her attraction to Will and the thoughts that accompanied that. She tried to continue, ‘I never had chance to explain earlier but should you wish to have a full autism spectrum condition evaluation then this isn’t carried out from here. I guess we can decide if this is something you wish to peruse at some point and I will give you a leaflet outlining the diagnosis process, timings and so forth before you leave. Of course this may not be the right avenue at present and I would have to spend more time evaluating you further before I could fully recommend it but since your GP requested this I am obliged to provide the information to you.’
Will was listening intently, though his mind was simultaneously counting how many squares in the wallpapered wall it took from floor to ceiling and from one wall to the other. Will had a keen eye for detail but he was avoiding the bodily details of the Goddess Sarah as he knew that hearing her voice was already stirring his attire and looking at her curves would make that worse. Autism or not he wasn’t really bothered. It had been mentioned many times before but his severe anxiety had always prevented him attending for assessment. ‘Spend more time evaluating you’ mmmm that was an appealing thought. Yes, he liked that idea.
‘I read in your history notes Will that you were diagnosed with severe generalised anxiety at 18. Has anyone mentioned paruresis to you before? Or selective mutism? I am keen to evaluate you, for these at least, before any assessment of autism. Anxiety and autism may be very closely related but that is no guarantee you have both.’
She had to ask this. She never normally asked a brand new client this as they often just needed told of their next appointment and left to it but this was different. The condition she wanted to assess this client for first and foremost was deeply personal and she needed to find out if he was even aware of what it was, never mind comfortable being assessed.
‘Will, I have to ask this. Do you want to continue with any assessments to diagnose and support you or are you happy to go home and continue as things are now. Either way, I totally understand.’
Will paused to think.
Sarah so wanted to continue with this client more than any other one she had ever came across. But she was entering dangerous territory and while diagnosing rare anxiety conditions was great for her career, fancying your client was asking for trouble and she knew it.
Only Will could decide for both of them.
Will hated change. He hated questioning and assessments and pressure. He could not imagine what things Sarah would want to do but even talking was a huge struggle and thus far all he had managed to say to his therapist was he needed help, he could not pee and then shouted at her that he was pissing! He wasn’t entirely clued up about social rules but even he figured this was hardly chit chat material. The thought of someone getting to know him, asking about his bathroom struggles and making him remember trauma horrified him. But this woman was beautiful, kind, gently and understanding. And her words and touch enabled him to piss when for so many years he could only do that at home. He knew enough to know that this woman had the power to change his life ...and his bladder.
He picked up the whiteboard and immediately pointed to the yes!
There wasn’t much time for anything else so Sarah handed him copies of his signed forms, a bundle of leaflets and a time to come see her again next week.
As an after thought, given the disabling nature of his anxiety, she handed him her business card.
‘Will, if it’s an emergency call me. I will do what I can to help. Ok?’
Will put the card in his pocket, tidied the leaflets in his hand into size and colour order, then put his coat on, left arm in first as always, and left with just a hint of a wave. He was back in his car and pressing home on his sat nav in minutes, just like he did everyday when leaving the office. You never knew when you needed sat nav even if you did the same route daily for years.
‘Woah. I can’t ever recall driving this road without being on the verge of peeing myself.’ He said to himself as he got onto the main road for the twenty minute journey home. He was normally driving a few miles further down this road, but, of course, he was right. It was still the same road, and he had never driven home from work ever without being absolutely bursting. Maybe one day that might change. |
Will prepared for everything in life. He needed to be in control. He needed things to go how they should. He always left work at the same time and always arrived at his apartment at the same time, bar a minute or so. He always made it home dry...well dry-ish. That was just how it went.
Tonight just wasn’t going to plan though!
He’d barely got past the second roundabout when the car in front put his brake lights on and came to a stop. Will hated delays, especially when he had to get to the toilet so bad. He cursed under his breathe hoping the traffic would move soon.
Sarah had scheduled her Friday badly. A growing number of clients and an emergency with her own elderly mum had made for a hectic day with lunch eaten while trying to sort things out with her mum’s nursing home. The joys of having older parents she thought as she started clearing up finally after a long and tiring day. She only did late appointments on Tuesdays and Thursdays and by this time on a Friday she was more than ready for home. She was so grateful it only took half an hour by car to her house. As she locked the front door the cold air hit her suddenly and her bladder sent a sudden urge to empty.
‘When did I last use the bathroom?’ She thought to herself as she climbed into her car and turned the engine on. ‘I actually can’t remember? I must have went at lunch? No wait a moment I was on the phone to the home then? No way! I must not have been all day! Geez no wonder I need it now!’ The building was alarmed and all locked up so the quicker she got home the better! She could wait thirty minutes. She was sure of it.
As she pulled out the side street she could hear emergency vehicles in the distance. Something was going on somewhere and when she got home she would have a nosy on social media to see what it was. There was always plenty gossip to read on Facebook after all.
Once on the main road Sarah was aware just how full her bladder really was. She was uncomfortable and distracted and looking forward to relief.
But as she indicated to turn at the roundabout she noticed the traffic on her road wasn’t moving. She groaned at the idea of any delay. At least stationary she could use her hand to help her throbbing vagina hold back her pent up pee. She had to move soon. Her need was growing quickly.
Will was in trouble. He had not moved for seven minutes now. Seven very long minutes as he squirmed and rubbed his penis trying to help himself hold on. He should have been just six minutes away from home now. He knew he could wait that long but not much else and even if the traffic moved now that was not long enough to get him home dry. This was an emergency.
Sarah was bursting. ‘How could she have been so busy she had forgotten to pee all day at work? Who holds their pee all day?’ She thought. Then she recalled how she had done just that yesterday and how badly she had to go then. She had to get out the habit of forgetting to go. Thinking of yesterday reminded her of Will and she smiled, her eyes twinkling as even the mention of his name made her go all giggly like a teenager. ‘How could he hold all day everyday?’, she wondered. He would be on his way home from work now and probably very desperate to go too. That thought was very arousing and Sarah pushed against her privates as her own need and thoughts of Will made her wet and ready.
The traffic was still not moving at all and Will needed a better grip on his member now. One handedly he unclipped his seatbelt while rubbing his tip with the other hand. He muttered to himself ‘I’m bursting. Oh so bursting. Come on traffic this is an emergency!’ He put his hand in his trouser pocket pulling out his phone from the front suit pocket and lifting his bottom off of the seat he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed it on the passenger seat. It landed open but what did that matter. All he could think about was getting to his own toilet in his own apartment and releasing. He undid his trouser button and massaged his penis through his boxers.
Sarah was sweating with her need now. Wearing a suit skirt she at least had access to her pants as she pushed upwards and rubbed to try and avoid a puddle in her car seat. She wasn’t sure she would get home dry.
Will was repeating over an over as he rocked back and forth with his hand cupped over his penis and testicles. ‘This is an emergency. I repeat this is an emergency’. There was something about that word, he recalled hearing it very recently but where? It was so hard to focus and concentrate when you were on the verge of pissing yourself!
‘God I remember now!’ He said as his eyes wondered to his open wallet where a business card was half falling out.
“Will, if it’s an emergency call me. I will do what I can to help. Ok?” That was Sarah’s parting words less than 24 hours ago! He HAD to pee. He wasn’t going to make it home. He remembered now...Sarah was his key.
He grabbed his phone in one hand, shaking with sheer desire to urinate, and sent her a text.
‘Sarah, it’s Will. I need help.’
Sarah was getting shivers as she continued to push against her throbbing urethra. She was bolt upright in her seat rubbing herself for all she was worth. The vibration of her phone caused her to leak a bit. She knew she shouldn’t look to see who it was from but she also couldn’t help herself.
Her heart missed a beat as she saw who it was and read his text.
She shouldn’t really texts clients but she also couldn’t ethically ignore a cry for help from someone with such severe issues as Will had.
Trembling she texted back one handed, ‘how can I help?’
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Will struggled to sit still long enough to focus to text. His desperate penis was filling fast with blood and swelling as Will looked at his phone. Sarah had actually texted him back! Just thinking of her drove his penis crazy. At least that helped him hold. He continued touching himself one handed as he texted back with the other hand.
‘I need to pee. Stuck in traffic’
Sarah had shivers of excitement running right through her body. Her nipples were hard and tender, longing to be licked and touched. Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes sparkling, her pussy swelling with desire. At least being this aroused was distracting her a bit from her bursting bladder. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Could they both be stuck in the sane traffic jam? She recalled Will’s address was not that far from her own and his work just a few miles to the south. For once all that boring paperwork she had to complete seemed useful after all. She thought of Will desperate to piss and possibly being so close by. The idea sent her body crazy!
She replied quickly, ‘Are you near Chapel Grounds Road?’ It was a crazy thought but what did it really matter? As much as she would love to be in the car with Will, holding a bottle for him, even aiming his penis into the top of it for him, or better still holding his hand and kissing him to help him release while she watched him pee against a tree, she knew right now she was stuck in her own car half on a roundabout, half on Chapel Grounds Road and there were was nothing she could really do to help him, or herself for that matter!
She bounced around on her seat as she waited to see if he would reply.
Will was getting angry at the hold up now. He had his finger massaging the very tip of his hard penis as he could feel what he hoped was precum ready to drip out. He wanted to wank himself so badly but he had to try and hold back as he was in a car stuck in traffic and he knew anyone walking past could look in and catch him. He already had his trousers undone and his hand inside his underwear as it was!
The beep of his phone startled him slightly as he read Sarah’s text. He read it again. And again. Everything Sarah sent him he read over and over. He wanted to savour every word, every comma, even every full stop. How could she know where he was? The thought excited him even more and he felt his boxers damp with precum.
Suddenly the car in front edged forward and Will had to let go of himself and his phone to get into gear and drive. If nothing else his boner might allow him to get home dry. If only the traffic would keep moving. Then again he wanted to text Sarah and he was terrified of breaking the law and texting while driving. He could hear an emergency vehicle approaching from the distance. Maybe his ordeal would soon be over. As the traffic slowed to ten miles an hour he took a chance and texted back ‘yes’ and pressed send.
‘Thank God for that!’ Sarah said out loud as finally she seemed to be moving. How she longed to have the privacy of home. She hadn’t decided wether to see to her sexual need or physical need first. She would decide that as she got nearer home. Both would need seen to urgently though. She was so focussed on the fact the traffic was moving again she almost forgot she was waiting for Will to reply until her phone beeped. She decided to wait a minute as she was now in second gear and actually almost at twenty miles an hour! Compared to going nowhere this was great progress. But it soon slowed down again. She checked her phone and smiled the biggest smile. Will was indeed near by! Oh my God! She squirmed in her seat as desire and urgency to wee combined and her rock hard clitoris and throbbing urethra both fought for her immediate attention.
She had a sudden brain wave. Sarah could be quite impulsive when she wanted to be. If Will was on the same road then if he took the next left then second left again he would be in the retail park where there was a 24 hour McDonald’s! That had to be nearer than home? As she slowed right down she took the chance to text back:
‘I’m on same road. I want to help you. If you take next left hand turn then second left I’ll meet you at McDonald’s ASAP. Hold on. You can do this Will.’
Fuck! Sarah was on the same road after all. He almost exploded at that thought until anxiety tore at him like a knife wound. Turn left? That wasn’t the way he went. His apartment was straight ahead. He knew the way, his sat nav repeated the way as he loved the familiarity of it and his car even knew the way. He’d never been to McDonald’s though he was aware from driving past where it was. He was protected in his car but actually going inside somewhere terrified him. His crippling fears had caused his penis to become relaxed again and instantly he thought he would wet himself. He was mentally in torment. By his calculations McDonald’s was four minutes nearer than his apartment. As his brain tried to rationally think what to do whilst multitasking driving at just 15 miles an hour his dick was about to make the decision for him as a spurt of urine leaked into his boxers. There was no way he could wait four more minutes as he indicated left as sweat poured from his forehead and back.
Sarah was going to McDonald’s wether Will did or not. She wasn’t t sure she would make it there dry but her house was miles away yet and she knew she would be drenched if she tried to get there. At least the cars were now moving, albeit at a snails pace. She indicated left and headed off the main road. |
Will struggled to sit still long enough to focus to text. His desperate penis was filling fast with blood and swelling as Will looked at his phone. Sarah had actually texted him back! Just thinking of her drove his penis crazy. At least that helped him hold. He continued touching himself one handed as he texted back with the other hand.
‘I need to pee. Stuck in traffic’
Sarah had shivers of excitement running right through her body. Her nipples were hard and tender, longing to be licked and touched. Her cheeks were blushing, her eyes sparkling, her pussy swelling with desire. At least being this aroused was distracting her a bit from her bursting bladder. A sudden thought crossed her mind. Could they both be stuck in the sane traffic jam? She recalled Will’s address was not that far from her own and his work just a few miles to the south. For once all that boring paperwork she had to complete seemed useful after all. She thought of Will desperate to piss and possibly being so close by. The idea sent her body crazy!
She replied quickly, ‘Are you near Chapel Grounds Road?’ It was a crazy thought but what did it really matter? As much as she would love to be in the car with Will, holding a bottle for him, even aiming his penis into the top of it for him, or better still holding his hand and kissing him to help him release while she watched him pee against a tree, she knew right now she was stuck in her own car half on a roundabout, half on Chapel Grounds Road and there were was nothing she could really do to help him, or herself for that matter!
She bounced around on her seat as she waited to see if he would reply.
Will was getting angry at the hold up now. He had his finger massaging the very tip of his hard penis as he could feel what he hoped was precum ready to drip out. He wanted to wank himself so badly but he had to try and hold back as he was in a car stuck in traffic and he knew anyone walking past could look in and catch him. He already had his trousers undone and his hand inside his underwear as it was!
The beep of his phone startled him slightly as he read Sarah’s text. He read it again. And again. Everything Sarah sent him he read over and over. He wanted to savour every word, every comma, even every full stop. How could she know where he was? The thought excited him even more and he felt his boxers damp with precum.
Suddenly the car in front edged forward and Will had to let go of himself and his phone to get into gear and drive. If nothing else his boner might allow him to get home dry. If only the traffic would keep moving. Then again he wanted to text Sarah and he was terrified of breaking the law and texting while driving. He could hear an emergency vehicle approaching from the distance. Maybe his ordeal would soon be over. As the traffic slowed to ten miles an hour he took a chance and texted back ‘yes’ and pressed send.
‘Thank God for that!’ Sarah said out loud as finally she seemed to be moving. How she longed to have the privacy of home. She hadn’t decided wether to see to her sexual need or physical need first. She would decide that as she got nearer home. Both would need seen to urgently though. She was so focussed on the fact the traffic was moving again she almost forgot she was waiting for Will to reply until her phone beeped. She decided to wait a minute as she was now in second gear and actually almost at twenty miles an hour! Compared to going nowhere this was great progress. But it soon slowed down again. She checked her phone and smiled the biggest smile. Will was indeed near by! Oh my God! She squirmed in her seat as desire and urgency to wee combined and her rock hard clitoris and throbbing urethra both fought for her immediate attention.
She had a sudden brain wave. Sarah could be quite impulsive when she wanted to be. If Will was on the same road then if he took the next left then second left again he would be in the retail park where there was a 24 hour McDonald’s! That had to be nearer than home? As she slowed right down she took the chance to text back:
‘I’m on same road. I want to help you. If you take next left hand turn then second left I’ll meet you at McDonald’s ASAP. Hold on. You can do this Will.’
Fuck! Sarah was on the same road after all. He almost exploded at that thought until anxiety tore at him like a knife wound. Turn left? That wasn’t the way he went. His apartment was straight ahead. He knew the way, his sat nav repeated the way as he loved the familiarity of it and his car even knew the way. He’d never been to McDonald’s though he was aware from driving past where it was. He was protected in his car but actually going inside somewhere terrified him. His crippling fears had caused his penis to become relaxed again and instantly he thought he would wet himself. He was mentally in torment. By his calculations McDonald’s was four minutes nearer than his apartment. As his brain tried to rationally think what to do whilst multitasking driving at just 15 miles an hour his dick was about to make the decision for him as a spurt of urine leaked into his boxers. There was no way he could wait four more minutes as he indicated left as sweat poured from his forehead and back.
Sarah was going to McDonald’s wether Will did or not. She wasn’t t sure she would make it there dry but her house was miles away yet and she knew she would be drenched if she tried to get there. At least the cars were now moving, albeit at a snails pace. She indicated left and headed off the main road.
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Will was close to meltdown. Embarrassment at wet boxers, a bladder at its limit and the horrifying idea of changing his routine, entering a fast food restaurant with other people there, and even worse trying to ‘go’ in a different toilet again. Tears formed in his eyes and his breathing was fast and laboured. At least the traffic was moving so he set his mind to focus on the technicalities of driving. He watched his revs to know when to change gears (he never had been able to just ‘do it naturally and read the engine, much preferring facts to anything subjective), tried to work out the sequence of traffic lights and read every road sign in detail. His mind was the only thing preventing his car from an imminent flood. His abdomen ached, as did everything between his legs. He was terrified of wetting, seeing people, even seeing Sarah again. What if she could see his wet underwear? What if that spurt had went through to his suit trousers? He saw McDonald’s and pulled into the car park with the front of his car facing away from the door. No-one must see him. No-one.
Sarah could not get to the restaurant quicker if she tried, going through amber lights she would otherwise never do and breaking the speed limit by a few miles per hour. Every second mattered when her urethra throbbed so fast she thought she would explode! She pulled into the restaurant car part faster than she really ought to and parked as near to the front door as she could. She was so consumed with her urgent need to use the toilet that for a second she forgot she was meant to be here to help Will! Where would she meet him, could she even wait that long? This was such a nightmare and now she had to get out her car and look around for someone she only met the night before. It was getting dark quickly too. Perhaps she could run to the ladies then wait for him? That thought caused a few drops to leak. She didn’t dare think what state her knickers were in now! She turned her engine off while with her other fist pushing against her tired vaginal muscles feeling the warm wetness against her thumb and index finger. Oh God this was critical. She needed the loo like she needed her next breath! She turned her headlights off and pushed her door open enough to get one leg out. She pushed against her urethra as hard as she could between her skirt before standing up.
Will was kneading at his privates for all he was worth. He’d been bursting hundreds of times in his life but this was on a whole new level. Horrid flashbacks filled his mind of his last day in school when he held all afternoon then finally asked to be excused only to be so frightened he stood at the school urinal and nothing came out. He stood there willing everything in him to let him pee but after five minutes not a drip had come out and by now he was so worried about getting into trouble he walked back to class every bit as bursting as he had been when he left. He could not ask again. He could not tell anyone what had happened, ever. He tried holding but eventually his bladder could hold no more and warm urine ran down his leg, into his sock and filled his school shoe, forming a puddle on the classroom floor. He was so disturbed and agitated he grabbed his coat and bag and ran out of the school and home and refused to ever go back. How could you possibly be on the very edge of wetting yet be so scared to pee in an unfamiliar place? Will knew he was every bit as close to humiliation and defeat as he was back that day in school. With tears pouring from his eyes he glanced in his wing mirror and saw Sarah, tightly crossed legs and moving around frantically just by the door to McDonald’s. He had to try. He had to push through his fears. If not for him, for Sarah. He had texted her, interrupted her evening, taken her off course just because he needed to piss. He hated how selfish that sounded so his pride forced him out the car and across the car park to Sarah, with one hand in front of his crotch the entire time.
Sarah saw Will and ran to get him. She could tell he had been crying and on the verge of embarrassment. She was right in that place with him. She grabbed his hand even though his eyes were set down looking only at the concrete car park.
‘Let me help you Will. It’s my job. It’s ok. I know exactly how you feel. I’m in urgent need to use the bathroom myself. Come quick!’
She pulled him through the car park, through the automatic doors and through the entire restaurant in less than a minute. She was running, almost dragging him, so quickly he had to let go of his crotch as another drip sat right on the very tip of his penis. She pulled him through the door marked ‘toilets’ so urgently then suddenly let his hand go as she raced to the ladies.
Will stood there frozen as Sarah pee danced for all she was worth.
Will hadn’t moved. Sarah turned and looked at him, her body holding the door to the ladies open in anticipation.
‘Will, you need to go. I need to go. What’s stopping you?’
Tears puddled in Will’s eyes, both hands covering his quivering crotch area. He looked at the floor.
‘I..need...help...’, he whispered.
Sarah had no time to spare, not a second. She grabbed Will’s hand and pushed open the disabled toilet. She pulled him in, shut and locked the door and immediately hitched her skirt up and began pulling her cotton pants down.
Will might need help but she didn’t. She was in agony and dripping slowly and agonisingly into her pants. She could feel warm urine dripping down her bare leg.
‘Will, I am so sorry. I can’t wait a second longer. I HAVE to use the toilet. If you can why don’t you try using the sink?’
Sarah dived onto the single toilet pan as quick as she could with her wet pants at her knees. Her muscles were exhausted, her bladder extended beyond what she thought it could ever be. She didn’t need to relax or even think about it as a steady stream oozed out of her tired body splashing noisily in the pan.
Will undid his fly and pulled his tired penis out with his side to Sarah and held it over the little sink. He could barely breathe, his face was red with embarrassment and he stood still with his eyes closed. He urgently ached for relief. He tried to take himself to a place of calm in his mind as he listened to the most beautiful, perfect, utterly sexy woman unload her bladder within touching distance of him.
He didn’t mean to raise his voice, or frighten Sarah, when he looked at his penis, failing him again, and shouted ‘for the love of God just work please!’
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Nerves were making Will’s need to pee more intense. Nerves always affected his bladder. It might only be four minutes or so to his flat but that was four minutes too long. He could hardly sit still. His muscles were not used to holding twice in one day. He held forever in work but often spent the evenings visiting his bathroom often as his body struggled to hold much more than a mug of coffee or a glass of water. He was also panicking about having someone in his apartment. Will didn’t ever have visitors, not even family. He bought his apartment as a new build and kept it just how he liked it. If anything needed doing he researched online and sorted it himself, such was his fear of having people in his personal space. Now he was having someone, a very special someone indeed, come into his most private of places to have a coffee. What on earth had come over him?
Sarah turned the radio on in her car to try and distract herself from her desperate need to pee and her all consuming thoughts of Will. How could one large cola affect her so much? She was getting tired and her body was weary of holding but her desire to be with Will was all she could focus on. She concentrated on staying behind his car, telling herself that the moment she arrived she could excuse herself quick for relief. She was fidgeting badly, her heart beating fast and her urethra drumming constantly fast and furiously as it screamed to be released. ‘Surely it’s not much further’ she moaned whilst moving continuously to the music from the radio.
Will pulled into parking space number 14 without even thinking where his visitor would park. He had never had to think about where the visitor spaces where and his need to empty his bladder was all he could focus on. What did people do when they had visitors? He so wanted to buzz himself in using his key, pound up the stairs taking them two at a time, unlock his flat in super speed time and run like the clappers to the bathroom. He could think of nothing else right now as he grabbed his penis through his suit trousers and moaned.
Sarah moaned as she saw Will park, scanning in the light of her headlights for a space that wasn’t numbered. Finally she noticed one and parked up. She didn’t make a habit of going to men’s apartments in the dark; she didn’t make a habit of being alone with men at all. She had a career to focus on, a business to build, and those kept her busy enough without the added issues of a relationship. She had friends who she would occasionally meet with but as with many people most of her social life these days was messaging and commenting on social media. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by her bladder pulsating for relief. ‘Oh I need to use Will’s loo so badly!’
She locked her car, squirming about for all she was worth and headed over towards Will. Even in the light of just street lights he was so handsome, so appealing, so sexy. He stood at the main door waiting for her, though he looked nervous, fidgety and cold. He was crossed legged and bouncing but it was late and the air had quite a chill so he was most probably cold she reasoned. She wanted to kiss him so badly, again. But her bladder reminded her that wasn’t such a good idea just yet. He seemed distracted and stressed. Maybe she shouldn’t have come for coffee after all?
Will tried so hard to think about Sarah, forcing himself to wait while she got out her car and came to the door. She seemed to be taking forever and he was close to pissing himself so bad. It was all he could do to cross his legs tight and bounce up and down. ‘Hurry up’ he muttered whilst looking at the ground. ‘Please.’
As Sarah got to the entrance Will danced a bit whilst putting his fob onto the lock. The familiar buzz sounded as he pushed the door open for his guest, grabbing at his dick as he did to prevent himself from leaking everywhere. Wether it was socially acceptable or not he had to get to the toilet the second he was in his house. He may not have drank much but his need was every bit as intense as it had been three and a half hour previously when he had pissed an absolute ocean in the sink at McDonald’s. So much had changed in the last 48 hours, he thought to himself as he tried to walk up the stairs as if all was fine, despite the fact he could feel urine at the very tip of his member, which was now shaking in his underwear such was his need.
Sarah was so glad to be behind Will climbing the stairs. She rubbed her bladder and pushed against her suit skirt as she concentrated all her effort on staying dry. It wasn’t the done thing to ask to be excused the second you arrived at someone’s home but this was an emergency and she really had no choice.
She had to cross her legs tight as Will put the key in his lock and turned it. A drop leaked into her pants and she moaned slightly and grabbed herself bending forwards. Thank goodness Will wasn’t watching her as he hadn’t so much as spoken since she had arrived. He was shy and nervous she reasoned. She hoped that was why.
Will was consumed with his absolute desperate and urgent need for release. He was on the edge of losing it and that mustn’t happen. He was so close to his bathroom!
Sarah walked into the flat behind Will almost crying with her need to get to the toilet. She had to ask where his bathroom was.
‘Will your flat is stunning. Would it be ok if...’
Will needed Sarah in another room urgently so he could get to the bathroom immediately! He grabbed her hand and guided her to the open plan lounge and kitchen at the end of the corridor. If she could just wait there while he emptied himself. He so wanted her here, so longed to kiss her and explore her more but he HAD to get release first. He could not wait another minute. |
‘Be back in minute beautiful.’ Will just about managed to stutter out as he undid his trouser button and fly and started running to his bathroom.
Sarah suddenly realised what was bothering him so much. Her body instantly responded, despite an extremely urgent need to pee herself, her nipples suddenly craving touch, her vagina suddenly filling with wetness. She couldn’t help but be so turned on, so sexually on fire seeing such an act of desperation yet again. She wasn’t sure what to do though. She was fiercely turned on, incredibly aroused in fact, but her bladder ached.
She ran after Will, if nothing else to know where his bathroom was! Seeing him push the door open wide as he pulled out his penis, moaning wildly, and seeing the toilet right in front of her eyes caused her body to spasm.
She ran inside, slightly pushing Will as she did. She needed to sit on that toilet so badly and knew if she had to wait for Will first she would be mortified and humiliated by having an accident.
Will had his penis in his hand as he tried to make it to the toilet in time, clenching his head closed tightly between his thumb and index finger while urine continued to filter down his entire urethra and gather in his penis. Trickles were escaping despite how hard he pressed as he struggled to walk the few metres from the door to the toilet. He could hear Sarah behind him but he could not focus on anything else right now until his bladder was relaxed. He was concentrating so hard, looking down at his own struggling penis when he suddenly felt Sarah push past him. The fright caused a spurt to leak out onto his boxers and the floor.
As he looked up at his toilet he saw Sarah straddling the toilet, sitting with her legs as wide apart as she could, her pants at her ankles, her black suit skirt bunched up around her waist.
She looked embarrassed but radiant, desperate yet daring, ashamed yet confident. Above all else she looked so incredibly sexy with her nipples showing clearly through her bra and white blouse, her hips open, her legs natural and shiny, her vagina hairy and throbbing.
She looked Will right in the eyes as he struggled with his leaking dick.
‘Sorry. I’ve been bursting for over an hour and I was starting to piss myself babe. But I’ve left you room?’
Will’s penis was already pissing as urine ran down his shaft, his leg and the floor. He moved as close as he could as he watched the almost clear stream explode from Sarah’s vagina as he aimed his member between her legs and took his death grip away from the tip.
This was his own bathroom, his place of comfort. His body had no hang ups here as his own stream shot out fast and furiously intertwined with that of the sexiest woman he was sure ever existed. He had to push his penis downwards to avoid his pee going all over Sarah’s personal body parts though despite urinating so powerfully he was getting an erection quickly.
Sarah was in heaven. Only in her dreams could she imagine peeing together so closely with such a stud of a man. She watched his bladder deflate, his penis explode and grow simultaneously and looked up as Will’s expression changed from tense to relaxed, from urgency to pee to urgency for her. Her vagina was so close to his penis, both engrossed in relaxing together, sharing an intimacy without physically touching, having the same passion at the exact same time, a shared need fulfilled together. There was no need for words. Their urine as connected and together as their hearts.
Will had the strangest, funniest thought as his pee was finally coming to an end. He looked at his toilet, the perfect auburn beauty straddled in front of him, the little glass cabinet above his toilet. He laughed the biggest belly laugh he could ever recall.
Sarah was satisfied, well at least her bladder was. She was happy, relaxed and relieved. She could not help but smile and laugh too as she watched Will belly laugh with all his being. She adored seeing him this happy, this relaxed and free. But she was curious about where his thoughts were right now. The therapist in her won over and still sitting on the toilet, legs open wide, she asked,
‘Will, what’s so funny?’
As Will wiped the last drop from his tip and tucked his now very erect penis back into his wet underwear and pulled his trousers up, he shared openly what was still making him laugh.
‘I was thinking about your email this afternoon. You know, where you asked me to take a photograph of my toilet at home, from the position of urinating? Well I just thought: imagine I had just done that. You know, like right now. Now that would have been interesting to have on my phone!’ And at that he doubled over laughing again.
To see Will so happy, so free to speak and laugh and communicate was the most incredible, heart warning thing Sarah had ever seen. She wiped herself, wiping mucus far more than any stray urine, pulled her pants up and tugged her skirt down and fell into the arms of Will while they stood there holding each other while time stood still, laughing, kissing and just embraced in each other’s arms. |
Sarah sat on the couch immediately relaxing and acutely aware how tired she was now. She didn’t live far but she couldn’t risk sleeping at the wheel so she would definitely just have her tea and leave regardless how much her body objected.
Will hadn’t made a hot drink for anyone ever in his life, discounting the one time his mum was ill and he had made her a hot lemon some six years ago now. He was loving the opportunity to show off skills he otherwise never could. He made himself his favourite coffee and his guest the tea as she had requested and took the mugs over to the couch.
Sarah looked comfortable but tired, beautiful but exhausted. Will laid the cups down on the coffee table and sat as close to Sarah as he felt was right. He wasn’t sure what was right though because he had always struggled to make sense of social rules and he avoided people. He found his own instincts guiding him as he placed his left arm around Sarah’s neck.
Sarah cuddled in, glad of the comfort, for the first time in her life feeling she was worthy, special, and accepted. She was tired and Will’s body was just so comfortable. She could feel her whole body relaxed. She might have drifted off to sleep had Will not leaned forward to pick up his coffee. Oh her tea, she had almost forgotten that!
Will had a routine. He was rarely still awake at this time of night but he did enjoy watching the news before he went to bed so despite having company he picked up his remote and switched on the twenty four hour news channel, though he did at least think to turn the volume down a few notches.
Sarah was glad to have a screen to look at to bring her more awake. She picked up her tea and sipped it. Delicious, exactly how she liked it with the smallest splash of whole milk and a lovely light brown golden colour. Not many could make tea to her satisfaction like this.
She watched the news drinking her tea until the mug was empty. Will was almost finished his coffee and then she would leave.
The sound of a familiar town name brought her attention to the screen suddenly.
‘Will, did they just mention Springland?’
Will turned the volume up as a report from the very town they were in came on. Two people had been seriously injured in a six car pile up on Chapel Grounds Road, with seven other people taken to hospital, including two children.
Sarah was the first to put the pieces together.
‘That was why there was such a hold up earlier! Had I left work just minutes earlier that could have been me!’
‘Or me!’
The thought made Will snuggle Sarah a little closer as he kissed her wavy auburn hair. She smelt divine but even Will was tired so he was content to just be holding Sarah in his arms.
‘It seems like a lifetime ago I was driving that road. It’s hard to believe it was just earlier this evening.’
‘Every time I drive that road I’m practically pissing myself you know. Every flaming time. I reckon my penis throbs for release at the very mention of its name these days. God I’ve had so many close calls at the lights on that road. I keep telling myself to get a towel for my seat.’
Sarah laughed at Will’s bluntness and honesty. She was embarrassed to admit it but in the heat of the moment said it anyway.
‘I was absolutely dying to pee when you text me and we were on that road earlier. I mean I was rocking in my seat, fingering myself, bouncing up and down the lot. I honestly thought I would ruin my car!’
Will was getting hard at that thought despite his tiredness. There was something about the thought of a woman bursting, absolutely desperate to pee that never ceased to arouse him greatly. Sarah had seen his erection a few times already, even felt it rub her thighs on their very first kiss, and she could see and feel it again even through his work trousers.
Sarah found herself undoing Will’s fly and trouser button as he slowly and teasingly undid her blouse buttons one by one. He kissed her neck as he did so, followed by licking the length of her arm from her neck to her fingers, before gently easing her blouse off and throwing it on the floor. As Will raised slightly to toss her blouse Sarah pulled at his black suit trousers and slid them down Will’s legs to his knees. As he sat down Will undid and removed his shoes and socks and took his trousers completely off. Sarah undid he shirt and Will took it off too. He stood looking at Sarah in just his underwear his erection long and hard and obvious. Sarah’s white lace bra enticed him as he took both her hands and drew her up from the couch. He put his hands around her waist and undid the button on Sarah’s skirt, followed by the zip and tantalisingly let her skirt drop to the floor.
Standing in just her white frilly knickers and bra Sarah had never felt sexier, happier, more aroused, than she did now.
Will picked up the remote, turned the tv off and tossed the remote back down. He took Sarah by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Sarah was as eager, ready and hungry for Will as he was for her. She had seen his penis several times already but this was different. This was how she wanted Will. This was what she had fantasised about in her office after their very first meeting. She only had to think about his squirming and fidgeting in desperation at their first meeting and her whole body was alight with desire and passion. |
Sarah woke suddenly as her bladder sent messages asking for relief. Bleary eyed and half asleep it took her a while to recall where she was. She looked around to see Will’s illuminated clock on the wall as she realised it was twenty past 5. Will was snoring lightly beside her, his arm heavy over her waist and his other arm under her neck with his fingers caught in her hair. She was trapped but so happy to be where she was, naked in bed with a man she desired so much. She was still tired, it was still pitch dark and she was warm and comfortable. If only her bladder would stop sending signals! She snuggled back under the duvet deciding not to wake Will and to try and get some more sleep. Her bladder could wait a little longer.
The faint light of the clock reflected from the large glass Sarah had left on the bedside cabinet. Then she recalled the mug of tea she had had in the lounge too. No wonder she needed to pee so bad! Still the thought of getting out of the comfortable bed and waking Will put her right off going. She crossed her legs as much as she could and tried to sleep again.
Sarah must have dosed as she awoke to a sharp reminder from her bladder that it wanted release. She rolled over as much as she could before her hair caught in Will’s fingers. Will’s entire right arm was pinning her down though feeling his body, his skin and his touch was so wonderful. Sarah’s bladder was full and uncomfortable though. She really did need a pee really badly.
Sarah glanced at the clock. It was now 5:45am Still early but she had now been needing the toilet for 25 minutes and the thumping of her urethra was constant. She moved her legs, fanning them in and out wishing she could reach over Will’s arm so she could hold herself. She tried to reason with her body that it only had one mug of tea and one glass of water inside it since she last peed, recalling how she had shared the toilet with Will since neither of them could wait. That thought plus recollections of her new friend desperate were creating stirs in her body all over again.
‘Think of something else’, Sarah whispered to herself as she squirmed as much as she could without twisting her hair any more around Will’s fingers. It wasn’t working though as her bladder pushed again to the forefront of her thoughts begging for release. Sarah could feel her every throb from her urethra, hear it’s rhythmic beating against her, feeling the urine preparing for launch. She was bursting.
‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned softly as she writhed around as much as she could pinned to the bed by Will.
A minute or so later and another throb from her bladder and Sarah was scared she would piss all over Will’s bed. She had no choice now but to try and wake him or at least attempt to release herself from him and run quick.
She tried lifting his arm that was resting over her. Will snorted from the disturbance but returned his hand and arm immediately to where they had been.
‘Mmmmm’ Sarah moaned now unable to lie still or hide the fact she so needed to wee. She’d only been awake a little over half an hour but she was so desperate now as her bladder had filled steadily for the last six hours since she had her mug of tea. She tried again to move Will’s arm but this time he moved closer and snuggled her tighter! Acutely aware she didn’t even have any knickers on to absorb any leaks Sarah was sweating and beginning to panic. She really had to pee so soon or she feared she would soak right where she was!
‘Will, Will’ she whispered. He stirred slightly but not enough. She could feel her hair tight against his fingers behind her but her bladder was even more painful and sending wave after wave of need throughout her whole body. Sarah could not stop squirming.
‘Will, Will’ Sarah called a little louder. She didn’t want to upset him or startle him but she didn’t want to piss all over him either. His snoring was easing and his eyes, though still closed, were no longer rapidly blinking as they were when he was in a deep sleep. He moved towards her voice.
‘Will, it’s Sarah. I’m bursting for the loo. Can you move to let me out please?’
Will sleepily opened his eyes at the mesmerising sound of Sarah’s voice. He recalled the first time he had heard it when she called his name in the waiting room and how sexy it was then, and still was. Had he heard that right? Did she say she was bursting for the loo? His dick had heard it all right as he instantly went rock hard. He used the hand behind Sarah’s head to edge her face closer as he kissed her, first a little peck on the lip, followed quickly by an all out deep embracing kiss.
Will’s lips, his tongue, his erect penis and his arousing aroma sucked Sarah in as she could not help but respond to his kiss. As Will finally lifted his arm away from around her hips Sarah squirmed and shot one hand down to her throbbing urethra as she knelt on the bed learning over Will kissing him as she bounced and squirmed with her hand wedged between her legs. Yes she was turned on, how could she not be at the sight of Will’s large and stunning penis and the allurement from his kiss? But she was so desperate to pee and longing to get to the bathroom.
Will stopped for a breath and looked over at the naked beauty beside him bouncing and fidgeting on her knees with a hand wedged tightly between her legs. He was entranced, so hard and dying to fuck the naked bursting beauty. Sarah’s every squirm, every fidget, every fight against her bladder made him hornier than he thought possible! He almost shot his load just watching her. Precum edged to the top of his hard on as Sarah attempted to climb from the bed. He didn’t want her to embarrass herself but he really didn’t want her to go. Not now.
Right now Will was in heaven.
‘Oh Will. Oh Will. Can I use your bathroom please? Oh God I’m so desperate to pee’
Will could not help himself. He moaned and stroked his dick in one hard while reaching out and grabbing Sarah’s hand with the other.
Edited January 24, 2019 by Mbgpeelover
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Sarah, my sweetheart. You know you are THE most beautiful and sexy girl ever created.’ Will was struggling to find his words again, not because of anxiety for once but because of his fierce desire to explode watching Sarah squirm in desperation. Nothing in the world pushed his buttons quite like a girl squirming for the bathroom and here ,right in front of him, was a naked, stunning woman begging him to use his toilet.
Yet the thought of hurting Sarah or embarrassing her or, even worse, having her think of him as a freak was gnawing at his mind. As badly as he needed to cum right now he also wanted to treat his lady with respect. He was in a mental quandary captivated by Sarah’s every move whilst trying to ensure his sexual fetish didn’t ruin everything.
Sarah watched Will intently as his entire body woke and responded to her presence. She adored every inch of his body from his hair to his toes. His shoulders; so strong, masculine and comforting, his chest; so hairy, welcoming and touchable, the way his bladder grew when he was full, the way his hands moved, his arms; so loving, muscular and gentle, his face; so full of compassion, love and fun, his penis; so smooth, kissable and sexy. She wanted to embrace him, make love to him and feel every part of him but right this very minute she was beyond desperate to urinate, struggling to contain herself as she could not for a second stay still. Her eyes glistened and sparkled in the early morning light of the room as she watched every last part of Will’s delicious body respond to her.
For a moment she wondered if it was her body, her nakedness, or her touch. Or could it be he was incredibly aroused by her pee dancing? Her own full bladder was making her incredibly horny too and the idea of Will holding a full bladder, especially as close to releasing as she was would have made her want to eat him up with desire. Whilst stroking her own exhausted urethra and clitoris to keep from pissing all over Will and his bed she looked at Will lying entranced by her and whispered.
‘Will, do you like me bursting? Does seeing me squirm turn you on?’
Will’s face turned red with embarrassment. What sort of idiot found a female on the edge of releasing a fountain of pee from her most private parts arousing? Yet he could not lie, his body gave away his lust.
‘Yes. Yes.’
Will was panting with sheer desire to release. Sarah was panting too for an urgent release in another way.
Sarah, ever the impulsive one, had an idea. It was something she had longed to do since her teenage years yet never ever did she think her fantasy could ever come true.
‘Will, would you like to watch me wee?’
Will’s body answered that one without him having to say a word.
‘Quick follow me before it’s too late. I’m about to piss everywhere.’
Will was still holding Sarah’s hand but now Sarah grabbed him as she climbed off the end of the bed and pulled Will quickly to the bathroom. Will expected her to run to the toilet where he would thoroughly enjoy watching and listening as she relaxed. Instead she stopped at the bath with its overhead shower, pulling the curtain aside with one hand while frantically rubbing herself with the other between her legs.
‘Will, would you like me to pee over you?’
Will was like a dog on heat, a fireman heading to an emergency all ready and prepared and eager for action. He jumped into the bath and sat upright all without taking his eyes off Sarah who was bouncing up and down frantic with her need to pee. Sarah climbed naked onto Will facing him, standing a breast over his hips and large erect penis which sent shivers throughout her body as it rubbed against her bare leg. Will’s mouth was open, his tongue hanging out like an animal craving water in a desert, just centimetres away from Sarah’s open, delicious and now leaking vagina.
Sarah didn’t need to relax or give any thought to peeing as her exhausted muscles spurted first a fast splash onto Will’s testicles followed almost immediately by a warm, soothing, refreshing fountain that oozed down Will’s hard on, his balls, his hips and puddled beneath him.
As Sarah lost complete control of her bladder Will lost complete control of his lust as his hard, solid, sensitive dick exploded for the first time in his life without him even having to touch it! The warmth and tickle of Sarah’s pee mixed with his sticky white cum ran down the shaft of his member as he shook and moaned with delight. How could one person be so utterly sexy, so outstandingly amazing? Will knew this moment could never be topped, he was living in heaven, walking in the clouds.
‘Oh that was so good to let go! I really needed that so badly’
‘Mmmmmm. Me too.’ Will could hardly speak. He needed time to process this moment. He never wanted to move. It was all he could do to reach out and wipe a few stray drops of warm urine from Sarah’s legs as he smiled and treasured this moment.
Sarah stood up straight, her feet splashing in her own urine, her legs spread by Will’s legs and hips beneath her. She stepping back until she was passed Will’s feet reaching out to take Will’s hand and help him stand up. As Will’s body lifted out the base of the bath more warm urine ran slowly alone the bath between their feet and down the plug hole leaving a trail of light yellow behind it.
‘Would it be ok to have a shower?’
‘Yes. Yes of course. Would you rather I left you alone?’
‘I don’t mind. Do you just press the green button?’
Will leaned past Sarah as he turned the warm shower on pulling her close as he did so, the warm water pouring down over them both as it soaked their hair, Sarah’s breasts and Will’s chest before trickling down their legs.
‘Sorry I don’t have any girls products’ Will almost shouted to be heard over the noise of the water as a Sarah laughed at the absurdity of his comment.
Sarah had never shared a shower before, never been washed by anyone since she was a toddler, but she loved every minute of it. Will was gentle and thorough and by the time she climbed out she felt beautiful and so special. Will pointed to the towels folded perfectly on a shelf as Sarah reached for the top one and threw it round herself.
Will finished cleaning himself then turned the shower off choosing the next towel from the shelf as he climbed out onto the bath mat beside Sarah.
Suddenly he had an urgent need to pee as he tried to remain in control while they both dried themselves. He grabbed his flaccid member tight as it threatened to release then and there.
‘Oh my God...’ he managed to get out before struggling to speak.
‘You ok Will?’
Will was bent over squeezing himself as he tried to hobble to the toilet.
‘Got to piss...NOW!’ |
It was moments like this when Will was so glad to be in his own apartment using his own toilet. Had he ever felt the need to pee this acutely, this suddenly, that been away from home he would have been in serious trouble. He was almost 29 yet still unable to piss anywhere but his own house.
Will hobbled past Sarah as the large glass of water and mug of coffee from the previous evening wanted to pour out of him furiously. He had to squeeze with all his might just to take the few steps to pan as he muttered ‘Oh God’ struggling to reach it in time. Will was the master at holding, yet this one wasn’t going to wait for anything or anyone.
Sarah smiled as she watched Will struggle though the last thing she wanted was for him to be in pain. She watched as urine arched out of Will’s penis at such speed it was like an express train. Will didn’t seem embarrassed by her being there which Sarah found fascinating as a counsellor. She had seen first hand his extreme anxiety both in her work, and at McDonald’s, where he could not face even entering the gents toilet alone yet here in his own comfort zone he could pee long and hard and openly with Sarah watching. She longed to talk more with Will and unravel his mysteries. She found him fascinating as well as handsome but any help she could be to him would have to be as friends since after last night they could not be alone in her office at work. Her job was far too precious to her to risk losing it over sexual attraction.
Will finished his much needed pee, dried himself and found himself clean clothes. He felt embarrassed that Sarah had no choice but to wear what she had on last night. Was she regretting what happened between them? Will had no idea how to read other’s thoughts so he decided he would just ask.
‘Sarah, are you ok about...you know...emmm’
‘The fact we fucked?’
‘Yeah’
‘Did it look like I was objecting?’
‘Not really’
‘Then stop worrying. I’m still here....though I really do need to go home soon. Maybe I could have one of your perfect cups of tea first though?’
‘On its way!’
Sarah sat on the couch and checked her phone though it has completely run out of charge so she put it back in her coat pocket. She felt awkward in yesterday’s clothes despite having had a shower. She was still a little tired, hungry and thirsty and her mind was replaying everything that had happened in the last two days.
‘God, I’ve just had sex with someone I only met two days ago! How stupid can I get?’ she thought to herself, though the second Will appeared with fresh toast and jam and a mug of tea with just a dash of whole milk in and the exact golden shade she liked best, she reasoned that she wasn’t being stupid at all and perhaps she had actually met someone very special after all.
‘This is delicious Will. Thanks.’
‘You are welcome.’
Sarah found the awkward silence unsettling. She spent her life and career working out how people thought and behaved and helping them make peace with themselves yet when it came to her own life her impulsive nature seemed to get her into more and more awkward situations...like dragging a client into the ladies on his first ever visit to her clinic, like throwing her arms around Will in the disabled toilet in McDonald’s in jubilation of him peeing in the sink! It sounded bonkers written down but at the time seemed perfectly legitimate and right.
Sarah broke the silence as only a therapist could.
‘You are utterly fascinating Will. Do you know that? I’ve been here now less than 12 hours and in that time you have peed twice freely in your own home both times with me in the room, yet yesterday you were so terrified you could not even enter the gents in a restaurant and the night before you could not bring yourself to use the male bathrooms at my work even though there was no-one else around. Part of me wishes I was able to counsel you as I so long to know what’s going on. I still want to help you, you know, that’s if you want me to?’
Will wasn’t used to be questioned, especially in his own home. Yes Sarah was stunning, incredible and sexy but he wasn’t ready to share his deep secrets with her just yet. She was right though. While he could pee happily and freely at home when he left home he found himself bound by an invisible force that preventing him even entering public toilets let alone using them. It was controlling his life and he knew it.
‘I need help’, Will said with his head hung as he munched on toast and sipped his coffee.
Sarah reached out and held his hand.
‘Then let me help you please. Remember my email? When you get a chance today take a photograph of your toilet like I said. And record your fluid intake and when you pee too if you don’t mind. I’ll explain why next time we meet. I mean Thursday is obviously cancelled now but maybe once a week we could meet in a coffee shop or somewhere and I’ll guide you through step by step? How does that sound?’
‘Yes please. But I don’t know any coffee shops. I go to work and come home. That’s what I do. I’m Will and that’s what I do. Saturday I have a list. I’m late at cleaning my mirrors, emptying my bins and changing my bed. Saturday is list day, Sunday I watch TV. It’s all routine. That how I live.’
‘I know. I’ll leave in a minute to let you get your Saturday back but I still think a coffee shop is a good idea. I need public with my job and you need to stretch yourself. Don’t stress though. I’ll be there. I’ll look after you.’
Will needed time to process it all. While his brain was replaying Sarah’s words she surprised him with yet another question.
‘Will, do you really have a list for Saturdays? Can I see it?’
Will sprang to his feet and proudly showed Sarah his Saturday list. On it was a list of chores that even the Queen would be impressed by.
‘Will did you write this?’
‘Technically yes. It’s my handwriting, my pen and my paper and I used my own hand to write but I googled a list of weekly housework for a two bedroom apartment and copied the list. I timed myself for three weeks then worked out an average time for each task, allowed myself exactly a minute to transition from one task to the next and ended up with this list. It works.’
‘There is something to be said for being this organised Will. Don’t ever let anyone mock you for being you ok!’
Will loved everything about Sarah but now his list was in front of him he felt compelled to do what he did on Saturdays. He didn’t necessarily want Sarah to go but his need for routine and rigidity was quite overwhelming after the last 48 hours. He needed order and predictability in his life.
Sarah sensed Will’s uneasiness and she was feeling ready to go too. She found her jacket and put it on and slipped her work shoes on.
‘Can I kiss you before I go Will?’
Will could never have enough of Sarah’s kisses so he ran over to hold and kiss Sarah before she left, looking over at the window cleaning spray, cloth and stopwatch that told him how long to clean for every Saturday morning.
This time Will was the first to end the kiss as anxiety started pulling at him. Should he start at the top of the cleaning list even though it was past his start time or just start at what should be done at this time? It was confusing and this was why he liked his life in order.
‘I’ll text you Will. Email me or text me anytime. See you soon.’
And at that Will stood looking at his cleaning rota for Saturday using a pencil to write new times next to each one adding exactly 34 minutes to the starting time of every chore.
Sarah looked back as she unlocked the door and smiled as she watched Will doing his ‘Saturday’. |
By Monday morning Will’s mind was more focused, more in control. He knew what to do on workdays, always getting out of bed at the same time, taking the same length of time to shower and dress and he made the same breakfast as always. It worked, and Will liked things to work. He liked his life controllable and predictable. If Will had his way even his peeing would be at the same time daily. Maybe that was party why he could only go at home? He’d never really thought about it he just knew that however much he wanted to he just could not release or relax properly until he was safe at home. In four years he had only ever used the toilet away from his home twice and those were both due to Sarah. He would be lying if he didn’t say that both those times had been euphoric but they were far from the norm and unlikely to happen again.
As Will drove to work he suddenly remembered that he was meeting Sarah after work in Starbucks. Fear, excitement and anxiety meant he almost didn’t see the traffic lights change and he was centimetres away from bumping into the car in front of him. He switched back to work mode immediately, deciding he would remain in that mode until the end of his work day.
He parked in the same spot he always did, signed in and slid his card to open his office door all without seeing a soul, just the way Will liked it. He hung his coat behind his seat, filled the coffee machine from the small sink in the room, switched it on and booted up his computer. It was time to work so Will switched off every other thought and focussed on work single mindedly. That was what made him good at what he did, one of his best character traits and something that very much delighted his employer.
Sarah chose her clothes with more attention than usual. This was like a proper date and although she had been very intimate with Will already she still wanted to look her best, her most attractive, for him whilst still looking professional for work. She opted for a little more attention to her make up, some jewellery she kept for special occasions and a pretty headscarf to accessorise with. The pretty pink roses on the otherwise white and navy scarf looked stunning against her navy trouser suit and white blouse. Her suit jacket looked a bit too formal to help her clients relax so she swapped it for a navy cardigan that was more relaxing and welcoming. She had a few heavy clients lined up who could potentially leave her drained and down so she was especially looking forward to seeing Will at 6pm.
Will’s morning was focused and busy as the problem he encountered with the software persisted throughout the morning. It was frustrating but Will persisted and was thorough until progress seemed to be made. He stopped briefly for lunch, which he had alone in his office whilst checking personal emails and having a read of the news online. He had already had two mugs of coffee whilst working so he drank a bottle of water with his chicken wrap and apple instead. He felt a slight twinge from his bladder but nothing worth even noting and since he never ever left his room during working hours, nor had he any idea where the bathrooms were, it certainly wasn’t going to bother Will. He would go when he got home later. Then he suddenly remembered he was meeting Sarah so he sighed and figured he would just hold a little longer tonight. No big deal. His bladder was strong and he had been holding for years so nothing to worry about.
Sarah arrived at work to quite a pile of mail that needed her attention. Bills, referrals and business information that she needed to sort through as soon as she could. Her working week however, always commenced with a Skype call from her mentor to protect both her mental and physical health and to ensure Sarah didn’t feel isolated or alone. Sarah put the kettle on for a cup of tea to have while her and her mentor discussed important issues.
By the time her call had finished Sarah’s first client of the day was waiting. Whilst supporting and listening Sarah found herself having consumed a full glass of water over and above her tea earlier. The digestive biscuit she had eaten had made her thirsty. By the time her first client left and her notes were written up the next client was waiting. Some days were just so busy but Sarah wasn’t complaining as this was her livelihood, her own business, and she needed it to pay her bills. By the third client she felt a slight tingle between her legs reminding her she should pee as soon as she had an opportunity. With a client with her though her bladder would just need to wait.
Sarah was typing up some brief notes from her third client when her receptionist chapped her door.
‘I’m just nipping to the bakers and wondered if you fancied anything?’
Sarah’s cup a soup and crisps could wait for another day and she jumped at the chance of a freshly made roll and the delicious soup she knew the bakers always had.
‘Oh yes please Hannah. Would you mind getting me some soup, and a ham salad sandwich please? I’ll gibe you some money. Thank so much!’
As Sarah walked to the coat stand to get her handbag to give Hannah money she noticed the pile of mail she had left which Hannah had added to with today’s mail.
‘I’ve left a note of a couple of people I said you would call back Sarah. A GP from Southfield practice and the printers about your new business cards. I stuck them on a post-it note on top of the mail. See you soon!’
Sarah didn’t mind her receptionist leaving during lunch. She was so grateful for such a natural intuitive young girl who could be trusted to work independently whilst she saw clients and she of all people knew how important breaks were and how beneficial a breathe of fresh air could be. The only downside was the fact she would need to answer the phone herself until Hannah returned.
As if reading her thoughts at that very moment the phone rang and Sarah answered it in her room as Hannah waved and closed the door quietly. It was a colleague from the children’s mental health team wanting to discuss a client who was moving onto adult services but who required continued support. Sarah opened up a file on her computer as she typed in details during the ten minute call. She then opened the mail, reading and dealing with each letter as necessary, completely forgetting her earlier thoughts of a bathroom visit. By the time she answered another call then ate her soup and roll and drank a mug of tea she suddenly realised her next client had arrived. Never mind, she would pee later. She still had some important calls to return and she needed to fit those in between clients too. It really was a hectic Monday! |
By the time Sarah’s last client, well clients on this occasion as she tried to help them through some marriage difficulties, arrived Sarah was well aware of her bladder. As she opened her counselling room door to nip to the loo finally she was met by both clients having an argument in her waiting room. Whilst the waiting room was otherwise empty it was neither fitting nor appropriate for such behaviour and Sarah felt it would be better for everyone if they took the matter into her private room right away. Hannah didn’t need to hear raised voices, Sarah definitely didn’t want anything like this in the background during any phone calls and the last thing Sarah wanted was an all out fight to end her hectic Monday. The adrenaline initially meant Sarah’s bladder was no longer sending signals, or maybe her body was just overriding these as a more urgent situation needed her attention first, but either way it was ten minutes into the session before Sarah remembered she really needed the bathroom. She hadn’t intended to but, once again, time had ran on and she had not had chance to pee her entire day.
This was a very intense session and Sarah most definitely could not call a break or excuse herself. Tensions ran very high between both parties and it was all Sarah could do to keep things calm and under control. She had to keep stopping them from raising voices and making each client stop and listen. It was emotionally draining not helped at all by the fact Sarah’s bladder decided to push against her for release. Sarah crossed her legs tight and tried to focus though her urethra was sending strong signals for her to get release. She bounced her knee, swung her top leg and used her hands and arms to pull her tightly crossed legs towards her as if hugging them. Her bladder was hard and full but it was impossible for Sarah to leave her room for the next hour and she was beginning to worry.
By 3:30 Will was aware of a growing need between his legs. This was standard though and he learnt to ignore it. For ages he carried on regardless showing no signs of needing the bathroom at all. In fact he was so cool about it that he had some more water while he worked, as well as a sneaky biscuit to keep him alert. He was focussed on work and that was what he was here for though by 4:15 he did feel the need to cross his legs as the feeling of fullness in his bladder was pushing for more release. He didn’t want to think about his change of routine tonight nor the fact he would need to hold his pee even longer than normal if he was to make it home dry as always. He had over an hour of work left and he wanted to get the task complete.
Sarah felt quite uncomfortable with the situation she was in, not just the animosity between both clients and the tension that this carried but by the fact she was getting increasingly keen to have a wee. She found herself unconsciously shifting about willing the session to be over, though when she glanced at the clock she was only 15 minutes into the hour. Time was dragging as she continually had to remind her clients why they were here and to listen and respect one another. Some moments she felt very in control, both of the work situation and her personal struggle but at other moments she felt uneasy and struggling. She was fighting too battles simultaneously which made it much harder for her to keep her need for a bathroom at bay. She shuffled forward on her hard seat, having given both clients her leather armchairs, picking up papers to distract from the fact she was bouncing a little now on her seat. Her vagina just would not stop pounding and her bladder ached to be released. She tried turning on the seat and crossing her legs but that only stopped the constant bombardment from her bladder for a very short time. She asked her male client a question, only to have to request he repeated his answer because she was so distracted fidgeting on her seat to hear what he said. This made him angry which flared the situation even more! How dare her bladder affect her work! This was so incredulous when there was a ladies right next door! That thought taunted Sarah as she tried to remain in control despite being bursting.
Will was in the middle of typing when he suddenly felt a strong urge to piss. Instinctively he grabbed himself and squirmed on his seat. He always ended up very desperate to pee by the end of his long working day and his half hour drive home was always filled with frantic rubbing, pinching and bouncing on his seat. He’d worked in the same place now for three years but as he didn’t know anyone or speak to anyone he had no idea where the bathroom where, and even if he did he knew he would never be able to ‘go’ regardless of how much he needed to. Will was so looking forward to getting back to his own apartment and using the toilet. The thought increased his need and as he bounced both legs at the knee under his desk when his mind suddenly recalled his Starbucks meet up with Sarah! He actually thought about texting and cancelling when he remembered the feeling of her stunning auburn hair running through his fingers, the warmth of her lips as they kissed and as he closed his eyes he pictured her beautiful naked body. He was instantly hard now and knew there was no way, regardless of how hard the change would be for him, that he could cancel. He would just need to wait a bit longer to piss than normal. Sarah knew about his struggle and Will reasoned she would understand and perhaps come back to his again with him so he could pee. She always understood and helped him. He would make it. He had too!
Things were slowly calming a little for Sarah, at least on the work front. Both parties were relaxing more and a bit more open to hear the other party. Things were not at all calming between her legs though as her desire to pee kept increasing and increasing to the point she was sure that had the couple not been so angry at each other and entranced in their own troubles they would have been able to tell that they were in the presence of a professional lady who was very desperate to pee! Sarah was sweating and warm from holding so much liquid that she took off her cardigan and folded it neatly on the floor beside her. She glanced up at the clock as she did so and noticed there was a full twenty minutes left of the session before she could pee. ‘This will be a close call’ she thought to herself as she wriggled around trying to stop herself from leaking. She was longing to hold between her legs but that was way too undignified and unprofessional. Instead she tightened her muscles as much as she could and squirmed as much as she dared. Oh how blissful her piss would be when she got to go! ‘Not long now’ she whispered to herself.
By 5:15 Will was bursting! He could hardly believe how suddenly his need had grown from casually needing a bathroom visit to absolutely desperate for one! Taking advantage of the privacy he had he had undone his trouser button and massaged his balls and penis through his suit trousers and grey boxers. When he was hard and thinking of Sarah he found it eased his need but then something would distract him and suddenly his bladder would spasm and he ached to pee! He decided he would meet Sarah and they would go immediately to his apartment, just a small divert on the way home was all he could imagine coping with right now. His bladder was controlling his behaviour, his thoughts and his immediate future.
Sarah was trying to wind things down in her session when out of nowhere the female client burst into tears! Sarah handed her the box of tissue and the atmosphere changed and calmed as the girl sobbed for several minutes before she could even say anything. An awkward silence fell in the room only broken by the noise of Sarah squirming and swinging and bouncing her legs. Sarah cared about her clients, it was what set her apart as a counsellor and therapist, but she also cared about her own dignity and right now she knew she was not acting or looking professional as she moved about constantly on her seat. Her need to use a bathroom was all consuming and she hoped the client would settle quickly as not only did she need to run to the bathroom before she wet herself but she also longed to see Will. What she would do for one of his comforting, gentle and soothing hugs right now! Oh but she HAD to pee first, so urgently. |
Sarah watched the clock as the hour of her clients appointment ticked by with neither of them showing any desire to leave. Sarah had a huge dilemma; her bladder and heart both longed for them to leave as her need to pee was fierce and her desire to see Will strong, but her head and business mind knew that rushing vulnerable clients out wasn’t at all good for business. She took control gently by summarising the session and using subtle body language such as putting her cardigan back on to indicate that today’s session had ended. This was the part of the job Sarah struggled with. She never could bring herself to be abrupt enough to say, ‘thanks for coming again. Please make your next appointment at the front reception on your way out.’ It just wasn’t Sarah’s style as she much preferred things to start and end naturally. But her need to pee was becoming all consuming and controlling and she found herself standing up and walking towards the door hoping her clients would finally leave. Any longer and the place would need locked up due to the alarm timer so Sarah was grateful when they both raised from their seats and put their coats on. Sarah stood with her legs tightly crossed pressing her muscles as tight as she could. As she pulled the door open to let the couple leave Sarah glanced at the waiting room clock realising she should leave immediately if she wanted to meet Will on time. She just had to wee first though, however late she was!
Will was struggling. His need to release was very strong and he could no longer think about work. He paced the room as he tried to work out what to do. He was frequently this desperate by this time of day and leaked a fair few times on his journey home but today he wasn’t going straight home. He was meeting Sarah somewhere he had always longed to go to but never managed. Somewhere new and different and terrifying. Will longed with all his heart to see Sarah, to sort his life out, to overcome his crippling anxiety, but right this second he longed to be in his apartment standing feet slightly apart, his penis in his hands as he relaxed and pissed for eternity. He slipped his hand inside his trouser waist and squeezed his penis closed as his mind almost caused his body to release. There was just one thing stopping him cancelling or even texting Sarah and suggesting a later time and that was the sheer logistical fact that Starbucks was actually nearer than his own apartment. Surely they would have a toilet and surely with Sarah’s support he would manage to urinate there? Sarah had assisted him on two previous desperate emergencies before and he needed her help again so badly. Will quickly filled in the chart on his phone that he was completing for Sarah with the amount of liquid he consumed and the times he released. He calculated the exact volume of three mugs of coffee and two bottles of water as he rubbed his swollen and hard bladder and danced about frantic to pee. Five more minutes and he would slip out making sure to avoid all contact with other people and make his way to meet Sarah. He was sweating with nerves and too much waste fluid inside him. For the next five minutes he held and rubbed his penis trying to keep from leaking.
Sarah stood at the door to her room as her clients both checked their phones to clarify their next appointment. They were blocking Sarah moving and reaching the toilet and generally taking fat too long to exit. Meanwhile Hannah had her coat on in preparation to leave, her computer already logged off and shut down as she diligently walked towards the others with a set of keys in her hand. Sarah was almost in tears trying to stop herself from having an accident as she bounced on the balls of her feet and bent forward as much as she dared. She was almost physically pushing the couple out of the doorway when she watched Hannah in horror as she proceeded to lock both sets of toilets ready for the building being shut down. The facility was part of a larger building on a residential street with strict regulations about when they could open and close which had been agreed to appease local residents. To ensure this happened an alarm system was installed that went off if the building was still occupied after a certain time. Hannah, of course, knew this and having swept and tidied the waiting area, closed her reception desk and turned everything off she could, she was only doing her job to lock up as she was aware Sarah’s final clients of the day were running over time.
On seeing Hannah do this the couple suddenly realised their error and left promptly while Sarah had no choice but to quickly grab her laptop, notes and her coat and lock her room on her way out. She glanced briefly at the bathrooms almost in tears as she evacuated the building with just minutes to spare. Hannah breathed a loud sigh of relief as the two ladies headed to their cars and Sarah heard her shouting over ‘That was close tonight! I really wish clients would leave on time eh!’ Sarah climbed into her cold car wishing the exact same thing, though not just for the sake of some stupid alarm. Throwing her bag and laptop onto the passenger seat she threw one hand immediately between her legs as she closed the drivers door. As Hannah drove off Sarah found herself kneading her private area for all she was worth, almost masterbating with an extreme need to wee. She bounced up and down, one hand squeezing and pushing against her urethra as he legs bounced and writhed furiously in desperation. ‘I’m so bursting’ she muttered to herself. ‘Not sure I’m going to make it.’ And as if to emphasise to no-one else but herself, ‘I’m gonna pee myself if I don’t get to a loo soon!’ The 15 minute journey to Starbucks felt way too long! She doubted her capacity to last another five minutes let alone 15!
Will was a master at leaving his office without seeing anyone. If it was an Olympic event he would secure gold at every opportunity. He listened for footprints as he stood at the door, coat on, bag on his back and one hand squeezing his member for all he was worth. He signed out and swiped the doors open and was in his car in record time, throwing his bag on the passenger floor, all the while holding his fledging penis between his thumb and forefinger as it craved to be free to piss. As quick as he could Will fastened his seatbelt, started his car and drove out the car park. He was so tempted to just drive home, pee, cook Monday night’s dinner like he always did and forget all about Sarah but he knew that was just a combination of his severe bladder urgency and his severe anxiety. He wasn’t sure he could make it to Starbucks dry but since it was four minutes and twenty seconds nearer than his home (Will thrived on exact times) he theorised that he had marginally more chance of making it there dry than home. He just hoped tonight’s traffic would be kind!
Wether it was the distraction of seeing Will again or the logistics of diving but Sarah found her intense need dying down ever so slightly to a dull ache as she made her way through rush hour traffic to the coffee shop. Oh she still needed to pee, extremely badly, but as long as her mind thought of something else she seemed under control, just. It didn’t stop her muttering in frustration at ever amber or red light and every slow car at the roundabouts though. ‘Oh hurry up, I’m bloody dying for a piss here’ and ‘Oh God lights change NOW before I soak myself and my car’ and even when traffic was moving steadily she as moaning to herself, ‘Oh gotta pee’. Sarah just hoped the ladies in Starbucks didn’t have a queue.
Will was tearful, stressed, angry and agitated. His need to use a bathroom was making him edgy and snappy. He cursed at every red light, flashed his lights at a slow bus and tooted when a taxi cut him up. It was somewhat out of character for Will but his body was in pain and his penis ached with the squeezing. His boxers were already damp with drops of urine and Will was angry at himself for his sheer inability to find the toilets at work, use them, speak to people and pee with others around. What could be so difficult when your whole body would do anything for release? This wasn’t fun anymore and he wanted it over with now. Anger at least pushed his anxiety aside and enabled him to turn off the main road and second left into the retail park when he found the coffee shop and parked facing away from the entrance so no-one could see his clenched teeth and crotch holding. He was so distracted by the burning sensation in his urethra he hadn’t noticed a car pulling up speedily beside him.
Sarah pulled into the car park driving one handed as she pushed against her work trousers and knickers urgently. As she raced into the retail area she skidded into the parking space at record speed. ‘Almost there’ she muttered as she unclipped her seatbelt and grabbed her hand bag with not a moment to spare.
Will caught a glimpse of the girl getting out beside him and he was once again entranced by everything about her. Her smart work trousers, her fitted white blouse, her navy cardigan he could easily imagine removing from her and her feminine little light scarf that bounced off her breasts and bouncing legs. Sarah didn’t look happy though and Will wondered if his lack of texts or emails were to blame. He opened his car door and climbed out, immediately having to tightly cross his legs as a small squirt shot from his throbbing dick.
At first Sarah hadn’t even noticed Will but hearing the car door shut just after hers made her turn. She couldn’t help but pee dance madly between the cars as she noticed Will bent forward and obviously holding himself.
‘Hi Will, please excuse me here. I’ll be with you really soon but honestly if I stand here another minute I’m going to piss myself so badly. I’m beyond desperate to pee. I’ll meet you inside in a bit...or come get you in your car if that’s easier’ she shouted back as she ran towards the entrance.
Will stood there legs crossed, hand squeezing his crotch, bent forward wondering wether to try facing the gents or risk waiting for Sarah in his car in the hope he could hold on while she peed and then the next four minutes plus to his apartment. He looked at the entrance to the coffee shop, then his car, then back to the shop as he hobbled towards the shop obvious to anyone looking that he was a man right on the verge of an accident. |
Sweat drops gathered on Will’s forehead and the back of his shirt was warm and sweaty. He was well out of his comfort zone but faced with the fact his body was demanding strongly for somewhere to pee he pushed himself through. He almost ran after Sarah with one hand in his pocket grabbing his penis and the other hand trying to hide the growing wet spot on the front of his suit trousers. His teeth were clenched, his muscles tight, his toes curled as his whole body tried to hold on just a bit longer. The lights were bright, the sound of coffee machines and chatter overwhelming and the warmth of the building made him sweat more than ever. Will looked at the floor, raising his head just enough to watch Sarah’s feet run to the corner where he assumed the bathrooms were. Then she suddenly disappeared.
Sarah was mortified. She was a businesswoman, respected in the community and at risk of seeing current or previous clients in a public coffee shop in the town she lived and worked in. Yes here she was hurrying to the toilets in the least ladylike manner ever. She could feel her urethra so strong as it pushed frantically for release. Her bladder hurt, her head was spinning, her eyes felt like they were filled and overflowing. All she could do was attempt to get to the ladies before her body gave in. She saw the sign marked ‘toilets’ and made a run for it.
Will entered the door and stood trying to process his surroundings for a second. A further four doors were signposted: ladies, gents, disabled and baby change. He was struggling to think but the visual sign of the man forced him to push open the gents. Will stood there frozen in fear, holding his penis as tight as he could through his trouser pocket. There in front of him was another man peeing freely into a urinal and one of the two cubicles also appeared occupied. Will ran to the free cubicle as his breathing became faster and his heart beat loud. He could barely breathe let alone pee though he hastily went through the motions of undoing his trousers and pulling his penis out of his damp underwear. Will stood there dying for release but so tense and afraid that nothing would work, regardless how badly he needed it too.
Sarah was so relived to see a stall free. She pushed the door shut, locked it and turned whilst dancing about like a little child. Her bladder was so full that she had to tug her trousers down as she sat down and relaxed. As the first spurt escaped she immediately knew something was wrong. She felt so much warmth and wetness, more than she should of, and as she glanced down she realised that her knickers had had a lower waistband to her trousers and hence as she pulled her trousers down her knickers had remained on. Sarah tried standing up over the toilet, her feet on the floor either side and she managed to pull her knickers just an inch down before the floodgates opened with a vengeance. It was too late. Her knickers were getting drenched so she left them half on, half off as she allowed her body to piss for all it was worth. Just then her mobile texted.
‘Sarah, please help me.’
Sarah replies as her pee gushed out of her at speed. ‘Have you made it to the toilets Will or are you still in your car?’
‘In toilet. People here. Can’t pee’
‘Will you can do this. I need you to stop texting and find the photograph of your toilet at home on your phone. Look at it, visualise yourself there, switch off to everything else. Imagine how it will feel to let yourself relax and release. Think of that picture as where you at right now, freely able let go, happy and secure. Text me back if you need any more help. Thinking of you. Sarah xx’
Will was crying. His boxers were wet, there was a wet patch on his suit trousers and he was standing abreast over a toilet holding his flaccid penis loosely in his hand with his phone in the other. He did exactly as Sarah said and pressed ‘photos’ on his iPhone and scrolled to the photo of his toilet back home. He tried to imagine being there but just then the toilet in the adjacent cubicle flushed and he wanted to scream. He wanted silence to do this and he wanted privacy.
In frustration he came out of photos and text Sarah again. ‘This is hard’
Immediately she replied: ‘I know but if you can do this I have something for you. I think you will like it.’
That got Will’s interest and his mind went into a spin. He wanted to know what it was but he could not leave the cubicle until he released. He brought the photo back up, shut off his mind to the sights and sounds around him and imagined himself in his own bathroom, looking at the toilet on his phone, relaxed, happy and secure. It took over a minute before his body finally responded to his thoughts as slowly a little urine released then stopped, then restarted, then stopped. Finally a slow but steady stream came as Will signed with relief though his stream had a mind of its own and was not for ending any time soon.
Sarah was so relived to have made it...well sort of made it. Even after her pee ended and she sat there sighing from the intensity and relief suddenly out of nowhere she began pissing again. Clearly her bladder still had some left! Her knickers were drenched but other than a coin size wet spot her trousers seemed to have escaped. Sarah shook her trousers off as another spurt of pee dribbled out of her yet again. She pushed her trousers to the side as she pulled her soaked pants off and put them on the floor away from her trousers. She picked up her handbag and rummaged for the little sandwich bags she kept for disposing of used sanitary wear. Finding one she picked up her wet knickers and put them in the bag just as Will texted her saying ‘This is hard.’ Suddenly out of nowhere Sarah had a naughty idea. She recalled how aroused Will was by her desperation and urgency to pee at the weekend and she tied the plastic bag and changed her mind from putting it in the sanitary bin as originally planned to putting it in her own bag. It wasn’t the first this had happened to her though thankfully it was still rare. She text Will suggesting to him she had a surprise before putting her suit trousers on with nothing underneath and flushing. She could not stop smiling as she thought of Will while she washed her hands hoping that he had managed to pee. She imagined him so desperate at work again, thought back to seeing him holding himself when she saw him at his car and combined with her naughty secret of having wet pants in her handbag and no knickers on she found herself very horny for Will again.
Will was so proud of himself though somehow he still felt he hadn’t quite emptied as much as he needed. He had released loads though and nothing else was for coming right now so he tucked himself in, flushed, washed up and headed outside hoping Sarah was waiting for him and he wouldn’t have to enter the coffee shop on his own. He was so relieved to see her when he came out he threw his arms around her spontaneously and kissed her beautiful lips.
Sarah pulled away though she held onto Will closely.
‘So it worked?’
‘Yes! You are wonderful!’
And at that he kissed her again.
‘Let’s get that coffee Will eh?’
‘Yes please. I want to know what you have for me too.’
‘Let’s order and I’ll tell you handsome!’ |
Will found the coffee shop every bit as fear inducing as he thought it would be. Sarah lead him to a chair near the window with as much privacy as possible but still Will was visibly shaking and panicky. This was so out of his comfort zone but he was thirsty and he had wanted to try a caramel macchiato for as long as he could remember! He concentrated on slowing his breathing as he sat down.
Sarah could see how hard this was for Will but she knew from her training that pushing boundaries was the best way to overcome barriers in life. She was so proud of Will but she knew and understood his difficulties too. This was his first ever trip to a coffee shop so she was happy to order for them both. She went close to Will and asked him clearly what he wanted and smiled as he pointed on the menu. Sometimes Will just couldn’t speak and that was fine with Sarah. What he lacked in anxiety, fear and social struggles he more than made up for in other ways.
Sarah came back with one caramel macchiato and one cafe latte. Both looked amazing and as he sipped his coffee Will was noticeably calming. There was so much he longed to say but finding the right words was just so hard in public.
Sarah was happy to initiate as she spoke about her busy day and apologised about her earlier desperation outlining to Will how she hadn’t managed to go all day and how she was increasingly bursting but how her receptionist had locked the toilets and she thought she would wet herself. Sarah knew full well the effect this would have on Will but she continued anyway. In a volume that kept others from hearing too much detail, Sarah retold in detail her bouncing, fidgeting, squirming and holding that had lead to her running to the loo not fifteen minutes beforehand.
Will was infatuated with Sarah and the more he heard about her desperation the harder his penis got and the more he wanted her. He tried drinking his coffee as a distraction but lowering his head to get to his mug only put Sarah’s delicious breasts right in his eye-line. God was she stunning and hearing about her bursting was consuming him with sheer lust. To avoid stroking himself publicly Will placed one hand onto the table but when Sarah touched his hand his entire body was alight with passion.
Sarah was certain of the effect she was having in Will. It was only fair, she reasoned to herself, since the very thought of him made her weak at the knees! When she saw Will’s hand on the table she gently touched it. She’d only know this man a mere few days but the chemistry between them was intense. Sarah leaned forwards and whispered into Will’s ear.
‘I was so bursting, so desperate, so urgently craving release Will that I had a little accident. I couldn’t get my knickers down in time and I pissed myself with them on. I kept them if you would like them?’
Will very near shot his load at that! He pulled Sarah’s face to his and kissed her deeply, his long hard penis pounding against the table beneath him with longing for Sarah’s body. He hoped sarah knew the answer by his actions as he didn’t want to appear like a dog on heat by trying to find words. He only pulled his mouth away from Sarah’s to finish his coffee. His caramel macchiato was delicious but nowhere near as delicious as Sarah was. He wanted her so much.
Sarah wanted to get to know Will all of a sudden, she reasoned it would make her feel less slut like for fucking an ex-client and basically a stranger. After all she was about to give him a pair of pants she had just pissed in and really that wasn’t normal to do with someone you only met 4 days previously.
‘So you said you had fish for dinner on a Friday. What’s your Monday menu then?
She hoped Will wouldn’t think she was mocking him or looking for a cheap laugh because she intended neither of those.
Will loved that Sarah had recalled that Fridays were his fish night and he was happy to share how Monday was curry night. He was a little surprised though to hear Sarah laugh at his reply. What was so hilarious about curry? He looked at Sarah confused.
Sarah laughed, though immediately regretted it. It must have looked like she was laughing at Will when she wasn’t at all. She was laughing at the irony that she had a curry already bubbling in her slow cooker waiting for her to come home! Of all the things she could have prepared before work she had to have chosen the one thing Will ate this exact night. That, she reasoned, was an omen.
‘Sorry Will. I wasn’t laughing at you. It’s just...well you so won’t believe this...but before I left for work today I stuck some chicken and sauce and vegetables in my slow cooker...to make a chicken curry! I mean what’s the chances of that?’
Will’s mind immediately tried to work out the exact statistical possibility of that but with too many variables he just looked at Sarah and shrugged.
There was an awkward silence before Sarah came to the logical conclusion.
‘Will, would you like to come to mine for curry? I mean it’s all ready I just need to boil some rice and heat the nan bread and...sorry you must think I’m crazy...maybe I am?’
Will stood up and walked towards Sarah, pulling her up and kissing her deeply in full public view, his erect penis rubbing her inside leg.
Will hated change but some changes were different. He longed for Sarah with every fibre in his body. He also happened to be pretty hungry and nothing sounded more comforting, more appealing than the very thing he had every Monday night. At least now, he reasoned, he would spare the preparation and cleaning up, both of which he hated. Besides he so wanted those wet knickers from Sarah but he knew enough about social norms to know that exchange, just like the other exchange his body wanted with Sarah, was best done in private. |
Sarah held Will’s hand, her fingers intwined in his, as she lead him to the car park to their cars.
‘Do you want my postcode for your sat-Nov or would you like to follow me?’
Will always drove with his sat nav on, even when he knew where he was going. It was like having a passenger with him and the voice soothed and comforted him and reassured him as he drove. Will looked at the ground embarrassed.
‘Could I have your postcode and house number please?’
Sarah opened her door and found a piece of paper and pen in her glove box and wrote the details for Will as she felt this would settle his anxiety more than if she just told him. As she wrote it she reassured Will by saying she was just ten minutes further east than his apartment and that it was mostly main road all the way. Sarah handed Will the paper and kissed him on the cheek.
‘Will, you are amazing! See you in about 15 minutes handsome. Just pull behind me into the driveway if you want.’ And at that she blew him a kiss.
Sarah climbed in her car smiling from ear to ear. She really liked Will and he sent her into a frenzy so quickly. He was everything she wanted and so much more but she felt a little crazy, childish even, getting excited about him seeing her house. It wasn’t anything like as ordered and pristine as Will’s but it was hers and just where she felt comfortable. The traffic had cleared from the evening rush hour and Sarah found it easy to keep Will’s car in sight behind her as she drove.
Will typed the new unfamiliar postcode in and pressed navigate. He was shaking slightly with nerves, his penis still way more erect that it usually was when he drove and his heart beating wildly. He couldn’t stop his mind drifting to hearing about Sarah not peeing all day and how she described her need so sexily. Just her voice made him weak at the knees. He concentrated on following the familiar voice which took him an unfamiliar route, the anxiety stirring inside him. His stomach rumbled with hunger which pushed him past his fear as he continued to stay within sight of Sarah’s car.
Sarah pulled into her driveway with Will just behind. Sarah pulled her laptop bag and handbag out of the car and headed to the door to unlock it. She beckoned to Will to come in and as he approached the front door she gently pulled him in and took off his coat leading him into her small but comfortable lounge.
‘Make yourself comfortable Will while I cook the rice and bread. Put the TV on if you like?’
She handed Will the remote as he turned the news on and sat on the couch to watch. Sarah slipped into the kitchen, just off the living room, and put some rice in a pot with water and took the nan from the fridge. She checked the curry, it’s full and appealing aroma filling the entire house, then opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She slipped into the living room, kissing Will on the cheek and handed him some wine.
Will adored the smell of the curry as it wafted around him. He was so looking forward to eating and so grateful for the wine as he sipped his glass while catching up on current affairs, surprisingly more comfortable than he expected to be in unfamiliar surroundings.
When Sarah appeared soon after with a plate of curry with rice and nan bread on the side Will thought he was in heaven. He ate every last bit drinking two glasses of water to wash it down. It was amazing, he thought, how much better and happier people felt when they had had a good meal.
Sarah watched Will eat with such contentment. He was so grateful, so happy, so relaxed looking though she could not help but smile as she watched him drink two full glasses of water. She herself hadn’t drank much less though as she had consumed a glass of wine while cooking and almost two glasses of water with her meal without thinking.
Sarah cleared the dishes away and loaded the dishwasher before returning quickly to sit down on the couch beside Will who was happily watching TV still. She brought in the remains of the wine and poured them both a wine glass as they chilled together content with each other’s presence and satisfied after a delicious meal.
Sarah was the first to start up conversation, as was normal since they met.
‘Hey, I haven’t given you your present yet have I? Sorry Will!’
Will tried to act cool and laid back but the image in his head of Sarah bursting and not quite getting to the toilet in time, combined with the fact he had longed to touch and smell and...well masterbate....over a pair of knickers a girl had wet all his life gave him an instant hard on.
Sarah was so excited, so aroused at the thought of giving Will her knickers.
‘I forgot you have not had any underwear on since Starbucks Sarah! How does it feel to, you know, feel the crotch of your trousers against your...’
‘My pussy lips? Oh it’s quite ticklish, quite arousing actually! Quite airy and liberating...but I don’t make a habit of going knickerless haha’
Will laughed though his mind was instantly trying to imagine what lay under Sarah’s smart suit trousers, wondering if she had been wearing a skirt if anyone in the coffee shop might have seen her naked crotch. Will’s mind and body were in synch as he lusted after Sarah, though he tried not to be too full on.
‘Here. Feel them, smell them, put them to your skin. Whatever you want. You can keep them forever as a souvenir if you like?’
Will felt naughty. Sarah was taking him to the point so quickly that he had to have her. His hard dick was twitching in his trousers, yearning to be touched and stroked.
Will coughed, a fake, embarrassment cough.
‘Emmm, really? Whatever I want with them?’
‘Oh course!’
Will fished the wet knickers from the bag, smelling them, licking them, feeling every part of them before undoing his fly, pulling out his long erect penis and covering it in Sarah’s wet underwear. God he loved this girl! She was the sexiest, most incredible girl alive...
Sarah watched what Will was doing in amazement and curiosity. God this man was like all her dreams come true! He was aroused by exactly the same things as she was. And right now she was terribly aroused and longing. |
Sarah gulped the last remaining mouthful of wine down before unbuttoning Will’s shirt as slowly and provocatively as she could, running her tongue down Wills chest as she did so. Meanwhile Will was undoing the hook on Sarah’s suit trousers and looking longingly at her naked legs and crotch. He slipped his hands around her as she continued to slowly and sexually undress him, feeling her beautiful bum cheeks and slowly teasing his hands to touch her vaginal lips. Sarah took one of his hands away, gently standing him up so she could undo and remove his suit trousers. She explored his bottom cheeks with her hands, circling them and discovering every little area before exploring his testicles with her fingers, all the while his huge hard penis still wrapped up in her damp knickers from her earlier wetting.
Seeing her damp underwear sent a little signal to her body that her bladder could once again do with being emptied. Now wasn’t the time for boring things like toilet visits though so she continued undressing Will pulling his trousers right off and massaging his feet as she removed each sock. All the time Will was exploring Sarah and undressing her simultaneously as his eyes lit up at the beauty and perfection before him. Regardless how much he longed to fuck Sarah he wanted to take his time this time and linger in fore play as long as he could.
Soon the only piece of clothing on either of them was the damp Knickers loosely tied around Will’s dick. Sarah teases him by stroking him lightly with her hands on her own underpants as she watched Wills face and body react. She was so temped to mount him as he sat on the couch in front of her but she wanted to linger in the moment much longer too. This was all she had ever dreamt of and so much more.
Sarah sat down beside Will, cuddled into his arms as his hand and fingers caressed her hair lovingly. Her hands still exploring Wills body while her head rested on his shoulders.
‘Will would you prefer we stayed down here or be upstairs? I don’t mind?’
‘Mmmmmm....I’m very happy here just now. How about you?’
Sarah turned Wills face towards her as she turned her body to face towards him as they kissed passionately, their naked bodies touching each other sending waves of desire through them both. After a few minutes Sarah slowly pulled away.
‘Will, are you thirsty? That curry left me dry. You want some more wine? Coffee? Water?’
‘Mmmmm coffee served by a naked waitress? Yes please!’
Will watched Sarah’s bum wiggle as she nipped to the kitchen to make another drink, his penis slowly settling down as she did so. As Will looked around the room at Sarah’s plants, books on her coffee table and pictures on the wall he felt a sudden spasm from nowhere. His bladder was filling fast and it was starting to want release. Will had no idea where Sarah’s bathroom was. He had only came through the front door and into the living room and had yet to even see her kitchen. He felt awkward asking so he ignored the signal and carried on.
Sarah was shocked at how suddenly she needed the loo! The second she walked next door to the kitchen and the slight temperature change affected her, combined with filling the kettle with water, she found herself doing a slight pee dance while she tried to concentrate on making Will a coffee and herself a tea. She sneaked a peek into the lounge seeing a naked Will walking around the room looking a little anxious.
Will stood up and walked around a bit hoping his need to pee would die away quick. Now just didn’t seem the right time at all to be disturbing the flow to go to the bathroom. He would wait until they went upstairs soon and see where it was then, assuming of course he could muster the strength to use it.
Sarah returned with two mugs of hot drinks and some biscuits.
‘You chilly Will? We can go upstairs if you prefer?’
Will thought about his need to empty his bladder but decided sitting beside a naked and beautiful girl was of much more importance than anything else right now. Before Sarah sat down after putting the drinks down Will pulled her into him holding her naked body to his and kissing her for all he was worth.
Finally Sarah sat down though Will noticed she seemed less relaxed, a bit distracted.
‘Are you ok Sarah?’
‘Yeah. Yes of course. Just a bit...emmmm....chilly. I’ll get a blanket.’
Sarah opened a drawer in the lounge and pulled out a fleece blanket as they snuggled together enjoying just being with each other. Will laid back on the couch with one leg lying the length of the couch with Sarah between his legs, his dick feeling the soft of her back, the blanket over Will’s legs and Sarah’s.
Without the pressure and distraction of eye contact Will was more open and chatty.
‘Will, can I ask you something?’
‘Ask away my beauty.’
‘You know how you only use your own bathroom. I keep thinking about that you know. It fascinates me so much. I keep thinking if I did that I’m be so bursting, so desperate I’d have so many accidents. You must have amazing control.’
‘It’s not something I planned you know. It never used to bother me. You know, when I was younger. I hated, I mean really hated, the school toilets so I would hold all day at school and be so bursting when I got home. But other than school I didn’t really intentionally tell myself ‘oh you can only piss at home’ or anything like that. I guess it all started when I was ten in school.’
Sarah had handed Will his coffee and he sipped and stroked Sarah’s hair between opening up.
‘Do you want to talk about that day Will? I’d love to hear about it.’
Sarah sounded like the counsellor she was trained to be, yet deep inside somewhere she kept very private, she longed to hear how desperate young Will had been in school because it turned her on. This was why she could never have discussed these issues in a paid capacity, but naked in Wills body, not even having to look him in the eyes, she felt it was ok to get aroused by his experience. Besides she was already very aroused by Will and her own need to pee was adding to that state by the minute too. To prevent herself stroking herself she stroked Wills inside leg instead.
‘I’ve been ready to talk about that since we first met Sarah. I think you have the key to helping me move on from this.’ |
Sarah sipped at her tea, aware her bladder was already rather full but enjoying the comfort of the hot drink anyway. Sitting between Will’s legs made her so secure, so wanted. She certainly didn’t intend leaving to be alone in the bathroom and she didn’t want to miss a single moment of Will’s conversation.
‘Will, I’m here and ready. Just take it at your own pace.’
‘Well, as I said I hated school toilets. I remember seeing them when I first started school and being horrified at the thing on the wall I was supposed to pee into. My parents didn’t send me to nursery. I was an only child so it wasn’t t until I started school that I saw my first urinal. I think maybe before that if I was out with mum she just took me to the ladies. I can’t really remember using bathrooms much outside the house ever. Anyway the school toilets just didn’t feel like the bathroom at home in any way. The thought that someone else could use the toilet at the same time as me in another cubicle just felt wrong. Where was the bath? As a child it just looked, smelt and even sounded different. I was instantly terrified of those hand drier things too. I mean who even invented those? I remember as young as 4, maybe 5 just thinking ‘no thanks’ when I saw the school bathrooms. I stuck to that too you know. My mum, or my child minder would pick me up at 3pm and I would be doing that whole kid pee dance thing and almost holding myself utterly desperate for the loo. I always prayed it was mum picking me up so I could get home to pee. I lived just over a mile from school but my mum worked so she would get me by car. I would sit in the back of the car squeezing my penis closed and squirming like crazy every single day. I think mum knew but she never ever said anything. I always said I was going upstairs to do homework but it was always to get to the bathroom before I wet myself. The days I had the child minder were the worse thought...’
Sarah was enjoying Will’s memory immensely though her own body, wether in sympathy for the young Will in the story or due to too many drinks, was very much feeling the same need to pee as Will was describing. Unconsciously she was squirming and fidgety as she placed her empty mug on the table. While she paused to do so Will downed the remainder of his coffee and sat his mug down too. Sarah snuggled back into his chest, her back against his hairy chest, her neck resting on Will’s shoulder behind her. She took Will’s arm that was nearest the couch and cupped his hand over her naked breast knowing exactly what effect this would have on Will. He wasn’t objecting.
Will had longed to offload this memory for so long that despite being bursting for the toilet, every bit as much as he had been back in his school days, he was determined not to ruin his one chance to be helped. Taking a break, regardless how short, would throw his thoughts and momentum and he may never get this opportunity ever again. He’d wait. Touching the breasts of a beautiful naked woman was sure to help at least.
‘So sometimes my mum couldn’t finish for 3 and I had to go with a child minder. She was nice enough and gave me snacks and stuff but I always felt weird using her bathroom as the kids were meant to stay downstairs but her only bathroom was upstairs. I was scared to get shouted at or something.’
Will shifted on the couch as he felt Sarah wriggling too. He ought to be hard so physically close to such a stunning girl and feeling her wonderful sexy breasts but his need to pee was unfortunately preventing that happening. In fact his free hand was touching himself frequently but not to cum, more to help keep urine at bay. Still he really didn’t want to move despite how uncomfortable he was.
Sarah was so ridiculously horny but becoming more and more in need of a bathroom break. Will was more, much more, important than her bladder though. She squirmed against the couch and crossed her legs with both legs on the couch feeling Will’s breath on her neck with his every word.
‘So I would play a computer game or with Lego or watch TV and keep fidgeting about trying to hold on. I’m pretty sure the child minder knew but she never once said. I can’t really recall if I ever did use her bathroom but if I did it was very rare. By the time my mum would come I would be holding myself openly, red faced. I dreaded my mum and the child minder chatting but my mum wasn’t that chatty really thankfully. I remember sometimes getting in the car from the child minder and my mum saying she was bursting for the loo. Maybe she was trying to make me feel better but I don’t know. Now and again I look back and wonder if maybe I inherited my fear of other toilets from her. Who knows?’
Sarah could feel Will touching himself which turned her on so much more. With Will’s hand still fondling her breast, her bladder pounding for release and her clitoris rock hard and protruding she could not stop herself from playing with her own vaginal area with her free hand.
Will whispered in her ear, ‘Is this turning you on?’ ‘Yes’ Sarah replied as Will licked the back of her neck.
‘So what was different the day you were ten when, you know, it changed?’
‘Well I’m not really sure why but by lunchtime that day I felt a bit of a need to pee. I think it was cold outside or I had drank more of my water bottle and had a carton of juice with my lunch or, I don’t really know, I just recall being in the playground after lunch and needing the toilet. Of course I didn’t go. I didn’t play football or anything. I kind of just watched other kids mostly from memory but this lunchtime I remember walking about quite aware I needed the bathroom but determined to hold. When we went back inside it didn’t go away, in fact the need was constant. But afternoon was just an hour and a half so I figured I would be ok. I swung my legs, crossed them and wriggled about on my chair. It was constant though and even getting stronger and then the teacher called us to sit on the carpet for some reason. I could not sit still by then. I was rocking, wriggling, so fidgety and I was sweating. Then this other kid shouted out. ‘Miss I think William needs the toilet. Look!’. I was so embarrassed and tried so hard to sit still but I could feel the pee right at the end of my penis as I sat on my knees with my hand in my trouser pocket holding myself and squirming so bad. I didn’t talk in school, not to the teachers anyway. The teacher looked at me and asked if I was ok and I just nodded. So she handed us a worksheet and sent us back to our desk. I was incredibly bursting now. I swung my legs so much hoping it would help but it didn’t. I was angry at myself and my bladder for not being able to hold on until I got home but I knew I just couldn’t. I think the teacher knew because she cane over to my desk and quietly whispered to me ‘William do you need to go to the bathroom?’ I nodded squirming like crazy. She told me to go and I got up and ran out. I was almost wetting myself I was so desperate.’
It was like Will was back in that moment right now again. He paused to squirm and bounce his leg which was on the floor up and down whilst tightly holding his penis closed. He had no idea where Sarah’s loo was but he badly needed to ask. He could not get up until Sarah moved though.
He blew onto Sarahs hair and watched as her body reacted. He knew where her hand was as he felt her body gently rock back and forth against his testicles. Will’s head was turned on though his body was too intent on holding his bladder at bay to reflect that.
Will took a breath and whispered into Sarah’s ear.
‘Honey, I actually really really need to piss right now too. I’m bursting. Can I nip to your bathroom please?’
Sarah laughed.
‘Oh my Will, I’m really really bursting too. The only thing preventing me pissing myself is my fingers inside myself. Have a feel sweetie’
And at that she took Will’s hand from her breast and placed it over her throbbing pussy, which devoured his hand and fingers like a starved animal. Will shook as Sarah tipped her head back in enjoyment as he felt how wet and warm Sarah was. He kissed Sarah’s face though he had to force himself to squirm badly even with the weight of Sarah on top of him.
‘You really are beautiful Sarah. I just can’t wait much longer. I’ve been holding and holding and holding on and....oh fuck it’s about to burst out babe. Will grabbed his dick for all he was worth with the only hand he had free as a small squirt leaked out.
Meanwhile Will felt liquid surround his hand between Sarah’s legs. It seemed more moist, thinner, than her mucus as Sarah moaned.
‘Sorry Will. It’s not going to stay in. I’m trying. Oh fuck I have to piss Will.’ |
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