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It was last day of the autumn term. This could only mean one thing.... Non uniform day!
Lula flopped out of bed and stretched. She had a morning routine now which allowed her to satisfy her 'pee needs', which she called it to herself. Lula kept boxes of old toys, childhood memories, and books and such under her bed. This was her little area of storage. Her parents hated clutter and kept the loft pretty much empty except from Christmas decorations. Right at the far back of her bed, against the wall, Lula kept a carrier bag within a carrier bag within a box. Wrapped up in these bags were her white knickers with the black and red floral pattern on the outside. She squinted at the pee smell whenever she opened the bags fully. She would always spray the inside of the bags with perfume but the aroma of stale pee was always evident when she pulled them back out.
Back to her new routine, however. Lula slipped out of her long fleecy pyjama bottoms and pulled on her pee knickers. She felt the slight dampness brush against her thighs as she pulled them up to her crotch, where they felt cold as the material clung to her skin. She pulled her pyjama bottoms back on, grabbed her towel from her radiator and made her way to the bathroom for her morning shower. Se locked the door, undressed all bar the panties, and stood in the bathtub. As she had done the past few mornings, she turned on the shower then stood at the other end of the bathtub. As the water warmed up and made the ever so important distracting sound of water hitting the tub, she squeezed her legs together and released. The pee quickly re-saturated the gusset of her knickers and layered over the dry skin of her legs. Her vagina tingled as the pee released and hit the material. The inside of her legs dripped with the warm, yellow morning pee. She felt it splatter on and around her feet. It flowed down towards the plughole and was washed away by the shower water. Lula had found that since she started doing this each morning she was less inclined to want to wet on the way home from or after school. This was she could do it then be clean straight after.
Not that she needed to; but it felt right, Lula sucked on her forefinger and middle finger on her right hand then started to masturbate over the top of the wet knickers. She forced her fingers in slightly and felt the wet material slip inside herself. It didn't take long for her to climax. Again, doing all of this in the shower made her feel less disgusted about her new habit. Lula was also convincing herself this was her exploration of sexuality so, in fact, good and healthy. She knew it was only her excuse to make her feel less guilty though.
As she went to slip out of the knickers she had a new light bulb moment. What if I showered IN the knickers? They'd be cleaner then and smell less? She had already made up her mind. Before stepping underneath the shower she rubbed up and down her legs and wet both her hands with the pee that she had just rinsed herself with. She rubbed her wet hands over her stomach, chest and breasts. She knew she came across as innocent in school, and to be honest she was anyway, so having this dirty secret was exhilarating.
Lula examined the outside of her knickers and the stain she had created in the white material. She was almost proud, weirdly. She pulled them forward and looked down at herself. The inside of the knickers were considerably more yellowed. Her secret. Her enjoyment.
After washing herself she rinsed the panties into the tub to try and get rid of all excess water. They, too, now smelled like raspberries.
Lula chose her tighter fitting black jeans to wear. She also donned any old T Shirt and one of her favourite thick jumpers where the sleeves were slightly too long. She liked it as it kept her hands warm when she scrunched up the excess sleeve in her palms. She also decided on a pair of royal blue knickers. She liked everything she was wearing. She had no intention of wetting again today. She spent the time to semi-curl her hair. She wanted to feel cute not wearing the school's uniform. She admired herself in her mirror as her dark brown hair curled and bobbed as she moved her head left and right. She liked the way what she was wearing hugged her skin but the jumper was more loose and comforting.
Fast forward school... Lula took a deep breathe and sighed at the chaotic day. When students wore their own clothes they seemed to think any rules were non-existent. Two lessons had been disturbed today by students pressing the fire alarm. Quite a big fight happened at lunch time. Some roofing had been damaged in a corridor which caused the roof to leak. All fun and games! The hassle of the day proved too exciting for most students and everyone seemed to be too distracted. This included Lula. As she stepped out, once again, into the pouring rain she hastily made her way to her bus. Normal seat, as usual. As Lula sat there she felt a 'twang' in her stomach. Her facial expression dropped. She hadn't thought of anything omo related since her shower that morning. She also hadn't peed since that shower this morning. Sudden;y the day's worth of liquids seemed to ambush her at once now she had sat down and was relaxing.
Shit, she thought to herself. It was fine though. She hadn't gone straight to a 10/10, more like a 6-7. She became angry at herself for ignoring the urge all day. As the bus moved off the wiped the window down to see outside. The condensation wet her sleeve and she flinched as she then leaned in on the now cold, wet thickness bundled in her right hand. Lula had her left hand pushed into her crotch. She was intermittently moving her thumb up and down gently, feeling the jumper rub against the outside of her jeans. She kept tensing at her bladder as she had done many times before. Tense, let go. Tense, let go. Tense let go. Not enough to allow herself to pee, but enough to tease herself.
As she walked off the bus and down the street she was battling her own thoughts. I could wet. No. I could though? No. I've not wet jeans yet. No. I'm not that wet from the rain though. No. What if I went through some puddles. No. I don't have to wet though. Exactly. Mmm my thighs are rubbing as I walk, imagine them glide against each other soaked in pee. NO. She was properly conflicted.
Lule walked slightly slower than normal, maybe to try and give her extra time to become more desperate. She knew where all the big puddles were so struggled not to accidentally walk into them. She walked close to the edge of the pavement in the hope a car might splash through a puddle and wet her. Her traffic was too slow to be at a high enough speed for that to happen. Everything was telling her not to wet. Her heart rate was increasing though. Imagine what it would feel like. NO. I've not been all day. NO. I''m... sort of wet from the rain? NO. How dark blue would my knickers get? NO. Would the jeans stick to my skin? NO. In the bathtub? NO. Outside again? NOOO.
As she walked and tried to think of any excuse she could giver herself to actually go through with the wetting, she felt as if she was now at a 8/9 out of 10. The need had come on quite quickly now she knew she was getting closer to home; and had sort of conditioned her body over the past few weeks to want to pee around this time. As Lula reached the end of her driveway she began fumbling for her keys already. She was squeezing her thighs together. Maybe a bit...? And with that one thought, she softened the tension she was holding under and felt the rush of pee inside her flow from er bladder to her panties. As she took the steps towards her front door, a shot of pee spread over the inside of her left thigh and dribble down to her shoes. She clamped herself and stopped the flow. Damn was she now in the mood for more. Goddamn you stupid bitch. NO. Why did I do that? I'm so close to the toilet. I like these jeans. I'm not even that wet from the rain. No. No. No. No. Wow that felt good.
Lula twisted the key and opened the door slightly. Before stepping inside she relaxed again and let another spurt cover the inside of her legs. Without inspecting the damage she walked inside and closed the door. She kicked off her shoes and ran up to the bathroom. Lula examined her body in the mirror. the inside of her legs showed a slightly obvious darker black than the dry areas of her jeans. There was less of a wet patch than she'd thought there would be though. Whilst looking in the mirror she was bouncing slightly whilst holding. Lula took a step back and clambered into the bath tub once again. She stood where she had done that morning and put the palms of her hands over her crotch. She looked down and watched as the flow of pee glistened and shone outside of the black denim. The warmth spread over the material like nothing she'd experience before with just panties or tights. This time the stain was obvious, despite the jeans being black. The stain was staying. The creases around her knees collected some pee then it dribbled down itself. The shine of white as the pee saturated the jeans was slightly mesmerising. The warmth ran underneath her ass and the backs of her legs started to become soaked as well. Lula was peeing more than she thought she needed to. Lost in the moment, she suddenly forgot any doubts she had on the journey home. She placed her open palms on her legs and felt the liquid build up against her fingers then cover them also.
Lula wanted to make the most of this moment. She was losing herself in the mood and in the heart pumping naughtiness. Her leg jerked and she felt herself once again collapsing down onto the base of the tub. She was now sitting in her own puddle. She pulled her jumper off with her damp hands and began to sink further down the tub. The bottom of her T Shirt was now sitting in the pee and she grabbed her breasts with her wet hands. As she fondled herself she moved her legs in and around the pee, soaking more of the denim. She pulled her hands down her T Shirt and towards her crotch. She began to gently touch over the softened. wet denim over her knickers. Denim was always rough to touch. Feeling it soft and damp was nice. Lula closed her eyes and slipped one hand underneath her jeans. She arched her back upwards as her fingers touched her knickers.
*Clink* *Thump*
"Luuuuullaaaaaa" called her Mum from downstairs. |
The walls vibrated with the sound of the front door closing. Lula felt the bass of the thump through the bath.
She inhaled sharply and sudden;y. The ferocity of the inhale caused her to snort. She whipped her hand from her trousers and left both hands stunned and frozen above her body. It felt as if her heart was in her stomach as she felt heavy and sick. Lula's body felt shallow and heavy. It felt as if she was drowning.
"Heellloo?!" Her Mum shouts up the stairs again.
Lula felt the tears fill her eyes as she sat paralysed in her position. She felt unusual, guilty and dirty. She was still throbbing from the thrill not six seconds ago and still felt the same but was now also scared. Horny and scared were two feelings she'd never experienced together before.
"Lula?!" she heard again, this time more sternly.
Lula forced herself to snap back to her senses. "H..Hi Mum!" she feebly shouts back.
"Where are you?" her Mum's voice sounded closer as Lula heard her Mum coming up the stars.
"The bathroom...?" she replied cautiously.
"...okay?" her Mum responded, picking up on the awkwardness of her daughter's reply.
Lula was still sat in the tub in a puddle of her cooling pee. She was as stiff as a board. She didn't want to move an inch.
"Are you okay?" her Mum questioned.
Lula knew she was pausing for too long. "...yes". She could still feel a pulse in her wet knickers.
There was a longer pause. The footsteps had stopped.
"What are you doing?" asked her Mum's voice from the other side of the door.
Lula knew the exact facial expression her Mum was pulling. She'd have her hand up to her ear, having pulled back her hair. Eyebrows raised. Eyes wide and scanning her immediate environment. This was her rhetorical question face which she'd always pull when she already knew what was going on. That one sentence from her Mum really scared her. She felt her heart skip a beat. She regained control of her breath and gulped.
"Lula" *knock* *knock* *knock*.
Lula physically jumped up with the first hard knock.
"I'm... I'm trying to get changed and have a bath?"
"A bath?" her Mum asked confused, "you never have a bath after school"
"Yes?" Lula winced and looked hopefully at the bathroom door.
There was a long pause again. Lula's heart was thumping in her chest. She imagined it being so loud that the beat could be heard above the silence.
"I can't hear any water?"
"I'm getting changed?"
"So you're going to run the bath... naked?" She knew her Mum pulled her head back at this point and frowned. She just knew.
"What? Mum! Can I just..?" Lula still hadn't moved. She was still sat in the tub. The throbbing had started to subside. Her excitement was draining as the puddle of pee trickled towards the drain. With that, Lula felt a dribble escape. She scrunched her nose as she felt a unenthusiastic tickle around her waist and the pressure disappear at her crotch. That sucked. Having now lost all tension in her body she slumped back until her back rested against the curve of the end of the bath. The loss of the mood seemed to make her feel careless in that moment.
"I'm joking?" her Mum bit from the other side of the door. Lula heard her Mum sigh as the sound of the exhale weakened as her Mum walked towards her bedroom.
Lula let out a quiet moan as she began to breathe deeply in relief. The tears streamed down her face and dripped form her cheeks to her clothes. Without thinking where her hands had been, she placed both over her mouth to subdue the sound of her crying. A slight bitter taste pinged her lips and the tip of her tongue. It could have been tears of pee, she had no idea. She closed her eyes tight and continued to cry.
After a few seconds she shook her hands and wiped them over her jeans in an attempt to dry them. This obviously didn't work. She knew she had to act quickly now so not to be more suspicious. She squeezed her legs together and felt the soaked denim absorb and release the pee from either leg. She lifted herself out the tub as it creaked with her weight. Pee pattered underneath her as droplets fell off of her. She hopped out of the tub and onto the fluffy bath mat. She could feel the pee still drip from her legs.
Lula turned on the taps and let the water run. The sound of rushing water filled the room and the yellowed puddle started to be washed away down the drain. Lula watched as her dirtiness was cleaned. She took it as a metaphor for her dirty side being washed away by 'normal water'. Why am I not normal? This isn't normal. I'm dirty. Lula had never felt the guilt this bad before. It was obviously due to being caught. That wasn't a risk worth taking, ever again, surely?
Lula felt dirty as she undid her jeans and peeled them away from her skin. It felt like there was a layer of grime down her legs. The jeans were whipped away and felt heavy. Heavy with guilt. They slumped to the floor as she let go of them. That was louder than she had hoped. She pulled off her T Shirt and was once again in wet knickers and her bra in the bathroom. Her once royal blue panties were stained like a clear night blue sky. She knew she was getting in over her head and too confident with her new fetish. Ew. Pee fetish. How disgusting.
What a mix of emotions. The running bath water felt like white noise. Looking at herself in the two tone blue knickers made her feel things again. She remembered the disappointing climax from a few minutes ago. She ran a finger up the centre of the panties right up the middle of her vagina. Mmmmm.
Lula stumbled slightly then turned back to the bath. She sat on the edge; one leg out with her right foot on the fluffy bath mat, and one leg in the tub with the foot submerged by clean, warm water. She began to grind against the side of the bathtub. She felt either side of her labia perch against the hard corner of the solid plastic. There was a creak with every forward motion but was drowned out by the running water. Lula leaned forwards and began to vigorously rub and rotate her finger at the upper most opening of her vagina. She felt the smallest of solid lumps as she dry.. damp humped? the bathtub. Within seconds she jerked forwards and the foot in the bath slipped. She secured her footing by pulling her body to right right and out of the bath. She was stand-squatting over the tub with her mouth wide open. This wasn't like a pee dribble. She felt a rush of euphoria and pins and needles as she felt a bead of, what she could only compare to, cream pile against her vagina. She let out another moan as the front of her knickers dampened again. What a rush. What a knockout feeling. Her thighs felt like jelly and the pins and needles sensation pricked at her waist, crotch, stomach and legs. She took a very deep breath and exhaled multiple times through her mouth. She could feel a strong tingle in her knickers as she hobbled backwards staring at the ceiling. Fuck. Fuck. FuUuUUCKkkk. Wow. Lula had thought she had climaxed before but never like this. She pulled out her knickers and saw a patch of whitened gel just sitting there. Her eyes widened and she wriggled out of the underwear.
Still buzzing after the steamy hot bath, Lula now knew she had to get back to her room and do something with the clothes. Placing her head to the bathroom door she could hear the radio on in the kitchen and a rather nice smell. She was making her way back to the real world. Smelled like fajitas? Sizzling chicken? Peppers? Mmmm. Food like that wouldn't be unattended. She wrapped a fresh, soft towel around her body, tying it around her chest. It fell below her knees and she was completely exposed underneath. She piled her clothes in her hand and creaked open the door. The smell of food filled her nostrils. She took a deep breathe. The steam from the bathroom disappeared in the colder air of the landing above the stairs. A drip of sweat fell from Lula's forehead. The bathroom really had been hot.
*Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat* *Pat*
Lula clambered down the landing towards her room where she closed the door behind her. She took a deep sigh of relief and scrunched her toes into the carpet. I've got away with it? I'm carrying these wet clothes. Uh. A whif of pee now entered Lula's nose with from the jeans in her arms. She dropped all the evidence on the floor in front of her. Luckily, it was Friday. Right beside her was her pile of clothes from er last few days. Having done her own washing a lot recently, for obvious reasons, her Mum wouldn't be suspicious if she put a load on this afternoon. Her heart started to race whenever she considered a worse outcome of the last hour or so. Lula knew she'd have to be A LOT more careful... or just stop doing it altogether? |
I'm editing this post as you read it. Accidentally clicked submit! >.<
This is a longer and slower chapter. But I'm keeping myself busy tonight!
Lula let the elastic in the waistband of her tights slap against her waist as she pulled them up. She shifted her legs together and ruffled her knee length, black dress. She looked up at herself in the mirror and adjusted the white collars of a school shirt. She swept both braided pigtails over her shoulders. She leaned forwards and rubbed gently at her eyebrows where she'd darkened and thickened them slightly. She held her hands at her front and smiled at her Wednesday Addams attempt.
Lula left the bathroom genuinely happy. Her phone vibrated.
Charlotte has posted in group 'Super Spoopy Party'.
Charlotte: "I have voddy lol"
Beth: "Haha"
Charlotte: ";) x"
Rosie: "Naughty lol"
Lula had never really drunk alcohol before. The last time she did was when Charlotte, again, had supplied some back at Easter. Of course she hadn't told her parents she'd tasted some.
Lula: "Lol"
Lula's friend, Charlotte, was the most sociable and outgoing of the group. She loved Charlotte, she really did, but all the girls knew she used her dirty blonde hair and big breasts to get the attention of anyone she could. Her parents were also quite well off which meant she was always the one to throw a party at her larger than normal house. Spoilt was the word Lula and her friends used behind Charlotte's back which they all felt bad for but they were all friends nonetheless.
It was the Thursday evening of Half Term. It was bitter and brisk outside but the sky was clear. As Lula left her house it was already dark. Young trick or treaters were littering the street with under their parent's supervision. The faint knocking of doors, high pitched "trick of treat!", children laughing, and the odd car were comforting. Lula loved autumn. Lula also liked knowing the streets weren't empty when she was out in the dark.
Rosie: "It's cold hurry up. Just been looked at funny by Pennywise"
Lula: "On my way. Would you like a balloon Georgie?"
Rosie: "Suck my balloon"
Lula got on well with Rosie. They had a similar sense of humour and could talk about almost anything. About 10 minutes later Lula reached the corner Rosie was waiting at. They knew is simply as 'the corner' as it seemed to be the half way point between their two houses.
"Nice. Cute" said Rosie seeing Lula cheerfully walk towards her.
Lula could see why Rosie claimed to be cold. Whilst her Corpse's Bride outfit was spectacular, it started at her breasts and stopped above her knee. She had applied a pale, baby blue colour to her exposed skin which was also slightly glittered. She literally sparkled underneath the street lights as she moved. Her white pencil dress, whilst skimpy, was hugging her skin, had been altered with the addition of extra, ragged, loose material to give the impression she was in a tatty wedding dress. She had sprayed her light brown hair blue which also glittered under light. Her usually delicate lips stood out as they were a pastel purple colour.
They hugged as they approached one another.
Lula sarcastically looked at Rosie's chest and raised her eyebrows.
"I wonder why you're cold?"
"Fuck off" Rosie laughed adjusting her bust, "I BET YOU..." she started, shivering slightly, "Charlotte is a slutty cat!"
Lula giggled.
"Well obviously"
After a short walks a a full conversation, Lula could tell Rosie was acting slightly differently than usual. Somewhat less innocent.
"How much.. vodka do you think Lottie has?" Lula asked,
"Probably shit loads. You her parents let her drink right? Remember last New Years? I've had some anyway"
"You've had some?"
"Yeah" Rosie laughed, "some? more than some?" She pulled a water bottle from her small handbag. It was full of a clear liquid.
"Want some... water?" Rosie asked apprehensively.
"That's not water is it?"
"There might be water in there? It's mainly lemonade and vodka but there MIGHT be water in there" she smirked.
Lula considered for a moment but she wanted to enjoy the night. She opened the bottle and took a sip. The fizz of the lemonade was cancelled out by the burn of the vodka on her tongue. The back of the throat felt coarse as she swallowed. She winced and opened her eyes wide. Lula coughed gently.
"Lightweight" Rosie chuckled, snatching the bottle back.
"How much did you put in there!?" Lula questioned rubbing her neck.
"Fifty fifty?"
"Shit" said Lula surprised.
Lula actually disliked the idea of drinking underage. She disliked more how her friends seem to take it all so lightly. She would get involved but didn't really enjoy it.
"Ugh, wish you hadn't taken so long. Better be no one in her toilet" Rosie exclaimed, bobbing as they walked. Lula's ears pricked up and she took a double breath. She hadn't done anything 'pee related' all week. Not since last Friday and nearly getting caught. Not only had she been too petrified to do anything, her Mum actually worked in another school so was off all week too. She hadn't ad the chance to indulge even if she'd wanted to. The mention of a toilet made Lula feel awkward though. She wanted to avoid the conversation.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Lula asked.
Rosie looked at Lula confused.
"You know she's invited like, loads of people right?"
Lula didn't know this.
"...no?"
"Well shit. Most of our year apparently. Year above. All the boys from year eleven..."
"That why you have your tits out?"
"I think I said it earlier, but... um, fuck you?" Rosie laughed again.
Suddenly Lula was less excited about the party. She thought it was a few select people from her classes and a much smaller event.Trust Charlotte to try and outdo herself.
The outside of Charlotte's house was littered with pumpkins. Charlotte always made an effort. They knocked on the door and waited. The subdued sound of music could be heard back from the road. All of the curtains were closed but you could tell there were flashy lights inside and there were already silhouettes walking past the windows. The front door opened.
"Eeeeeeeeeeee" Charlotte squealed as she jumped form foot to foot. She leapt forwards and hugged both the girls.
"In in in, come in" Charlotte insisted. dragging them both by their hands. "You both look fucking fantastic". It was a genuine compliment. "Shoes here and have fun" Charlotte ordered, posing.
As she bobbed away between people Lula and Rosie looked at each other. They held out for a while but both started to giggle. Charlotte was indeed in a slutty cat costume. She was wearing all black tank top, hot pants, and leggings. She had put on a black hairband with cat ears attached and almost comically applied black eyeliner as whiskers over her cheeks.
Rosie slipped out of her white high heels, finally dropping back down to just below Lula's height, grabbed her crotch then bundled away towards the bathroom. Lula was left in the hallway. She sighed and looked around. She recognised a lot of faces but didn't really know most of the people. She only really wanted to stick with her proper friends. She thought this would be the perfect time to act as her character and maintain a poker face and be blunt to people she didn't know.
A few minutes had passed and Lula was feeling out of her comfort zone. School was different as people were there because they had to be. Here, people were here because they wanted to be and wanted to get drunk and make out. This is why Lula knew she enjoyed the strangeness of her fetish because it only involved herself. No one else had to know. In real life she was quite innocent and not too outgoing. She had never been too interested in growing up too quickly, getting laid, or getting out of it. Of course she'd had crushes and had ran scenarios through her mind of grown up and sexual things, but every kid did that. Right?
Lula was suddenly yanked backwards as she felt a hand tighten around her right arm. She was pulled around into the arms of another person. As Lula#s body made contact with the other person she caught the smell of Beth#s perfume. As Lula pulled away she saw the iconic Daddy's Lil Monster T Shirt. She had done well. Her blonde hair was curled and in twp pigtails, one pink and one blue. Her bright red lipstick matched the striking red of the T Shirt and her hot pants certainly were hot. They just about covered the plumpness of her butt cheeks. She had some worn and torn fishnet tights on and just generally looked the part.
"Hey Puddin'" She joked, cracking a big smile and a wink.
"You look great!" said Lula warmly.
"I know" she replied confidently, making a Harley Quinn style laugh. "Come here" she said, once again pulling Lula by her arm.
Lula was being dragged through a crowd of people she could vaguely identify. She was brought to another group of people who she didn't recognise. They almost jumped to a halt in front of some boys.
"THIS is Lula" exclaimed Beth, letting go of Lula's arm and laying her hands out in presentation of her friend.
Lula stood there stunned. This was her least favourite way of being introduced to people she didn't know. The faces of these unrecognisable males smiled down at her. She felt awkward.
Lula attempted to speak but let out more of a "..Eiigh". It was supposed to be Hi.
Amongst a few deeper voiced Hi's she was grappled and lifted up slightly by some solid arms. This took her completely by surprise. A waft of a fresh but spicy scent clogged her nose. Lula pulled her head back and pushed away slightly. Her hands pressed against a padded but firm chest. She saw the dark blue of a Captain America costume which had all of the padding in the right places to show muscles. She wiped down her dress and looked up a few inches. A man, a boy, stood next to her with the costume mask on too. She had no idea who it was. She was angry. Almost violated.
"I'm Steve" he said.
"Steve fucking Rogers?" Lula snapped back not realising her comment got a few laughs.
"Yes, well no, Steve Bagshaw. But Steve, yes" he replied, not liking the fact Lula had got a laugh out of his name.
She wanted to react further but soon realised she was surrounded by people. She didn't want to make a scene. There were about four other males stood in this group and Beth, knowing I'm not the biggest fan of any heavy public interaction, stood there seeing where this would go.
Steve, still looking annoyed at the laugh against him, tried to get his own back.
"So what have you come as? A virgin nun?" He snorted. The other males chuckled.
Maintaining her composure Lula raised an eyebrow and continued to stare him down.
"This?" She asked, "I'm a homicidal maniac" she tilted her head and smiled, "but they just look like anyone else"
She maintained her eye contact. Beth opened her mouth in surprise. The boys didn't move a muscle. The joke went way over their heads.
"What's your problem?" the obviously tipsy Steve remarked.
"I don't hug" she said. Eyes still on his. He was making this too easy for her. She soon realised the boys weren't getting the references though. Her wit was wasted.
Steve looked over at Beth and shrugged.
"She's fucking weird"
Lula's lost her confidence in that one sentence. She knew she wasn't the most social or the most outgoing but she'd never been insulted to that extent because of it. She felt heavy and wanted to start crying. She wanted to leave. She sniffed and turned around to walk away. She didn't care who he was or what year he was in or even if they actually knew her from school. She was done already. She heard Beth have a go at Steve as she made her way out of the room.
"Lula. Lula!" cried out Beth. "He's a dick but don't be a bitch about it" Lula halted and paused. What the fuck?
Lula turned to face Beth.
"Don't start. A bitch, really?"
"Just open up a bit. Have some fun. They're in the year above. Do you not want to..."
"No. I don't fucking want to" Lula responded bluntly, wound up.
"What's going on?" sounded Charlotte's voice above their own.
"Lula's pissed off Steve"
Lula raised her eyebrows.
"Steve? Why? He's.. Why? Lula!?" Charlotte was shocked. "You were supposed to open up tonight Lule's, here have a drink"
Angry, Lula snatched the cup from Charlotte's hand and downed it. Definitely vodka. She winced slightly. Her throat felt like a flaming cactus for a few seconds. She felt it all the way down.
"If I wanted to play with a cunt I could spend the night by myself" Lula said through gritted teeth. Both of the other girls were taken back at the comment. Little, lovely Lula was getting confident. Charlotte smiled and nodded.
"There she is" Charlotte remarked, knowing Lula had a strong, confident side to her. "You need more drink!"
Lula twitched her nose and turned to Beth.
"He's a dick" Lula was known for her honesty when she was annoyed. She was usually the unbiased glue which held the group together.
Beth paused and looked a bit guilty.
"I didn't know he'd..."
"Don't fall for it" Lula convinced Beth. With that, Beth shrugged and stepped backwards before turning back and rejoining the boys.
Charlotte nudged Lula's shoulder and jolted her head towards the kitchen.
"Come on" she demanded.
Rosie was already in the kitchen with a plastic cup of who knows what.
"I've got a party to host, Rosie. Please make sure Lula doesn't fuck off all the fit boys" Charlotte smiled, stuck her tongue out, and walked away.
"I left you for what, seven minutes?" asked Rosie.
"And in seven minutes I've been grabbed and insulted"
"I grab and insult you?"
"Yeah but you're not a sixteen year old dick"
"I could do with some sixteen year old dick"
"Not you too? Please?" pleaded Lula.
"Lule's, we're at a Halloween party, with drink, with booyyyss" She handed Lula a cup.
Lula sighed.
"And you look cute as fuck. Get out there. Get some?"
Lula lowered her eyebrows and looking into the cup.
"This is green" she stated.
"Sourz. You're meant to shot it"
"This is full" Lula stated again.
"... Yes" Rosie grinned. "Oh, oh oh oh oh guess what"
Lula took a sip and for once didn't wince. It was obviously alcohol but tasted like apple. It wasn't too bad.
"I'd rather be at home?" she joked.
"No" Rosie whispered, pulling Lula closer. "I nearly missed"
"Lula shook her head with another sip.
"Missed what?"
"I almost didn't make it. I wet myself a bit" Rosie giggled. Lula choked. She felt her cheeks go red and warm.
"Wh.. whaa. what? why?" Lula nervously asked.
"What do you mean why? I didn't do it on purpose. There was a line. When I locked the door I was leaking but shhhh" she giggle again.
Lula became probably more embarrassed than Rosie was. She took a big swig of the drink to distract her from thinking about it.
"Okay" She replied.
"What, no insult?" Rosie asked confused.
""No?"
"Weird. Okay" Rosie said, "I hope it dries before, if, you know..." Rosie made a fist and gently pushed it forwards, clenching her lips.
Lula looked at the hand gesture confused. Then she got it. She looked at Rosie plain faced. Rosie smiled and nodded slowly. Lula was desperate to change the topic.
"This is nice" she said, holding the cup in front of her.
"The let's get fuhuhuhucked up?" said Rosie with a high pitched voice. Lula was more comfortable around Rosie.
As they made a few more drinks a male in a Spider-Man onesie edged his way into the kitchen. He looked around and made himself a drink. Lula recognised him from the group of boys hanging around with Beth. He noticed her too.
"Sorry about Steve" he said, pouring a drink.
Lula tried to ignore him. Rosie raised her eyebrows.
"You don't have to be pissed at me too" he said leaning in to the girls.
"Don't touch me then?" Lula snapped.
"I'm not" he said, stood away from the girls.
Rosie nudged Lula's arm. She knew that nudge. It was a 'hint hint' nudge. She nudged back.
"Sorry" replied Lula, letting her defence down slowly.
"I'm going back now... but I won't forget you" he smiled.
"Sorry, wh.. why?" Lula questioned.
"You're too weird" He smiled again. Nodded. Raised his cup to the girls and walked out. He made a Wednesday reference. Huh.
Rosie pulled Lula to look at her.
"DID you see his web shooter?" Rosie said flushed. "Corrrrrr".
"Fuck sake" replied Lula.
About an hour passed of Lula and Rosie enjoying themselves in the kitchen. The novelty was wearing off for Lula though.
"I might go?" Lula claimed.
"You really aren't enjoying it are you?" asked Rosie.
Lula pinched at her nose.
"Not really".
The pair had gone through a few drinks by now. Lula had sneakily moved from alcoholic to just soft drinks.
"I'm going to stay if that's okay with you?" Rosie stated.
Lula wanted to walk home with her but didn't want to take her away from the party.
"It's okay" Lula lied, "I'll speak to you tomorrow?"
The two hugged and Lula made her way to the front door to put her shoes on.
It had gotten colder outside. The breeze was sharp and trees and bushes rustled together. There were still a few people walking round attempting to trick or treat but a lot of the younger children were no longer around. Lula was nervous about walking home alone now but she had no choice. She knew both parents were at home and had started some wine before she'd left. She couldn't get picked up.
She started making her way down the road with her arms crossed trying to keep herself warm. Now she was out of Charlotte's hose and to herself she began to reflect on the events of the last few hours. She also realised the drinks were starting to affect her. She could make it home though, easily. Not long later she heard some faint footsteps behind her.
*Bf* *Bf* *Bf* *Bf* *Bf* *Bf*
"Hey" Lula heard from behind her.
She almost jumped upwards. As she faced the direction of the voice she recognised the Spider-Man onesie.
"Hi?" she replied confused.
He laughed once nervously.
"Do you.. I can walk you home if you want?" He spluttered. "Wasn't that fun to be honest"
Lula was confused and flustered at the same time. She didn't recognise the boy from school but he was cute earlier and apparently understood her Wednesday Addams references.
"Is this awkward?" he asked.
"It's okay" she said quietly. This was still all a shock.
They waled for about a minute saying nothing.
"I'm Thomas. Tom. Year eleven?"
She honestly didn't know a Tom in Year 11.
"I'm Lula" she replied still looking forwards as she walked.
"I know" he laughed. "You got Steve good earlier. He needs knocking down a few steps"
Lula didn't reply. She didn't want to talk about Steve.
"Hmm" Tom sighed. "I can go if you want?"
"You're okay. Just don;t try anything?" Lula demanded. She actually felt slightly safer with someone she sort of knew. At least, she thought, if she was walking with an older boy then people would leave her alone.
"You know when you said I'm too weird?" she asked.
"You're not" he replied, "But I got what you said earlier" Wow. He really did understand her references. AND made his own. Hehe. Cute.
They continued to walk and talk. Lula was feeling more and more pressure in her bladder from all the drinks. He may be cute but he walks reeaallyy slowly.
Every now and then she'd squeeze her legs together and bob on the spot before walking again. She didn't want to look weird in front of Tom. It;s not that she was starting to like him but still. She didn't want to.. Shut up. Stop it.
She knew it was the alcohol in her system telling her this boy was cute. She had always wanted to get to know someone before liking them but her feelings were coming on quite quickly. She was also sure it was a trick. Steve was using his friend to get to her? Right? But he was coming across genuine. They were talking about films and music. They were talking about school and teachers. With every new topic cam a new twinge in Lula's abdomen. She made sure Tom wasn't looking at her and she forcefully rubbed her hand into her crotch over her dress. Mmm.No. Do not. Nope.
The exciting feeling was creeping back into Lula's body. This time however, she was feeling warmer and more flustered then when on her own. Was it because Tom was there too?
They reached the corner where Lula met Rosie not a few hours ago. She stopped at the street sign on the corner and clenched her face and bobbed on the spot.
"You okay?" asked Tom.
"Y... yeah" She replied, "I'm okay to go from here actually"
"Are you sure? I'm okay to..."
"Honestly, I don't want you to know... where... I live?" she said nervously.
He paused.
"I understand" he said. "Well... bye then?"
It was suddenly awkward.
"Thank you" Lula said. She tried to sound convincing. She smiled, despite the bloated sensation in her bladder. "I'll hug you if you want?"
"Okay" he replied, smiling slightly.
They embraced together. She felt the smoothness of the onesie over her hands as she grasped his back. He rubbed his hand up and down hers. This was nice.
"Ooookaayyy" she said quietly, forcing the hug to end by pushing away slightly. Tom reacted and let go.
"Sorry again for earlier" he said. Uh. That was it. You can go now. Lula, knowing she was quite close to home, was getting quite desperate.
"Don't" she said stubbornly. Tom knew he would get nowhere and said bye before walking back the direction they came from. He's got a cute ass in that... No. Stop it.
Lula turned and started the home stretch. She found herself at a loss for breath. Weird. Although, that was the first male embrace she'd had for a while. She was starting to feel as if she was swarmed by butterflies. She needed to pee. She'd had this feeling before? No.. this was new. This was both he sensation of needing to pee and something new. Fuck. Lula wanted to pee. She wanted to release. The interaction with a cute boy was making her feel things. She was getting naturally aroused and this time not just by the pee. That wasn't helping though.
As she walked, Lula gently felt her pussy again and winced, letting out a quiet moan to herself. Christ. I need to get home.
Once at home she was feeling ready to burst. She was flustered. She felt warm. She was excitable. She was slightly tipsy. She was breathing heavily. She could no longer touch herself as the pressure on her bladder was too strong.
"Hi Lula" she heard from the living room.
"H... Hi Mum" she replied back.
"Have fun? You're back early?"
"Wasn't that great" she replied. Lula wanted to sit and talk about what happened but had other things on her mind. "I'm going for a shower"
"Okay" voiced her Mum. Neither of her parents left the living room. Good.
Lula was now making a soft groaning sound. Holding was painful now. Her pussy was tingling. She grabbed some pyjamas from her room and locked herself in the bathroom. Safety. She let out a loud sigh of relief. Within seconds, Lula remembered what Rosie had told her earlier about leaking before getting to the toilet. Lula was desperate herself. She was safe behind the locked door. She was secure at home. She... was peeing. She leapt across the floor and fought with her dress, lifting it above her waist. Fuck it. Fuck. It. She sat straight down on the toilet and heard as the water below was being splattered with fresh, warm pee. Lula clenched her fists around the material of the dress as the pee swamped her black knickers and flowed down the legs of her tights. She didn't move her legs. She didn't move her hands. She just looked upwards and closed her eyes. She continued to let out a quiet moan to herself. She wanted to touch herself but the dress? Fuck. It. She let go of the dress and it fell onto her lap. She put a hand underneath and felt the outside of the soaking tights. The pee flooded between her fingers and wet her skin. She could feel the loose material of the dress get wet too. Her body was still chilled from being outside but her whole crotch was warm. The flood started to calm down to a dribble. Lula immediately did what seemed natural and did what she needed to do. It took her about five full minutes after finishing to come back to her senses. She had been gently touching herself the whole time with her eyes closed. The wetness was now thick and cold against her. She stood up and looked at her self in the mirror. In her state of mind all she could think of was pee things. It'd had been nearly a week since she'd done anything and a week's worth of fear and anxiousness was released in a desperate and horny episode. She could see the darker path at the front of her dress where she'd let the material go. If it weren't for that patch however, you wouldn't know that't she'd have wet. She was sat down so only her ass an inner thighs were wet. She lifted the bottom of the dress. Still... wasn't really obvious at all. Certainly wouldn't be in the dark outside. As she lowered her tights and peeled them from her legs she saw the slight difference in her black knickers. A slight glistening patch covered the centre of her underwear where she'd come not too long ago.
She started to feel confident all of a sudden. She'd stood up for herself tonight. She'd had a drink. She'd been honest to her friends. She'd made a new friend? Male friend? She'd wet after last week's close call. Lula felt in control. This was nice. She smiled.
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They weren't speaking much again. Lula wanted him to but was too nervous herself about picking a topic. The bitterly cold air hugged her legs and blew up her dress. Lula felt like he was looking at her. Every time he tried to peek around to look at him she snapped her vision forwards. He's cute. He's... web shooter? Ugghhh. I have to look. Lula anxiously turned her gaze round to observe Tom's crotch. Was Rosie right? Uh. Lula felt a twinge in her bladder.
As she turned her head to get a good look he faced her. Her eyes widened.
"You okay?" asked Tom.
Lula couldn't bring herself to speak. She felt embarrassed he caught her trying to look at him. As she breathed heavily and brought her vision in front of her, once again, they were back at 'The Corner'. She felt like her abdomen was bruising. The need to pee was building.
She knew this is where they should hug and say goodbye. As she turned to face Tom she gasped. Steve was stood there with his arms out walking towards her. Lula flinched and double took. Steve was now laughing. Her eyes started to well up with tears. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"Sorry about Steve" said Tom. What the...?
As Tom leaned in to hug Lula, she felt him embrace and squeeze her. This was too much. She let out another gasp and a whimper as she began to pee. Lula could distinctly feel Tom's hug warming her back. She continued to feel the release of pee down her legs. My ass is warm? Is he touching...? Wait. My back?
Lula immediately opened her eyes and found herself in total darkness. Everything was quiet. In the time it took her to get her bearings she was coming to her senses. As she shifted her body she felt her tank top cling to her back and her fleece lined leggings peel from her skin. Fuck. No. No no no no. Fuck.
She squeezed her legs together and sat bolt up right. She started to breath heavily. She flicked on the bedside lamp to her right and looked down on herself. Fuhuhuhck. She started to whimper to herself in panic. She had fully wet the bed.
Quickly looking around her room she saw the pile of clothes she'd worn last night on a heap on the floor. Oh fuck! She remembered that she hadn't even attempted to hide the wet clothes as she saw the tights poking from underneath the dress. She knew she didn't get drunk last night but must have been tipsy enough to get back to her room after the shower, slump the clothes on the floor and fall straight into bed. Luckily, it seemed, her parents hadn't noticed before they'd gone to bed themselves. She grabbed her phone, which she hadn't put on charge, and saw it read 03:44. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
This hadn't happened since she was at least 8. She was now 15 and sat in a soaking wet bed, panicking. She felt the inside of her legs and rubbed up and down the leggings. She felt the wet material leak over her fingers. She'd woken up literally after finishing. She was suddenly in a conflicting mood. She was scared. She felt guilty, dirty, childish, fearful. However, she felt comfortable, relieved, and strangely sexy. What the fuck. She realised she was in a constant battle with herself about this fetish.
So... No way can I get this cleaned up now without waking Mum and Dad up. Can a towel... no. What about... no. Uhhh fuck. She continued to gently feel around the wetness of the leggings. She used her free hand to pick at the tank top. It was soggy and clinging to the skin of her back. As she peeled it away and let it go the material felt heavy and slapped back against her skin. I can't... There's nothing. Hmm. Did they know I drank last night? I never go to sleep that early. What if I pretend I drank more than I did? Very teenager does it... right? Genuine accident? Play it off? Fuck. This is shit. Mmmmm. No. Fuck fuck. She laid back down and considered her thought process. Just go back to sleep. Try to? It was an accident. I can't do anything now? It'll be fine. They'll be fine. She shifted her butt cheeks in the sogginess of the sheet. Just sleep. Try. Just... whatever. Fuck. Uhhhh. She closed her eyes, still with tears in them.
Lula's eyes snapped back open. It was light. She started to breathe deeply again. Getting her bearings once again she remembered everything. She slammed her hands under the duvet and came into contact with cold, damp fabric. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I actually did. Fuck. She patted the sheet around her and that too was cold and damp. She grabbed for her phone, which she had still forgotten to put on charge. 08:36. Fuck. She felt a bloat in her bladder. They might be awake. She could feel her heart pounding against her rib cage. I could just... NO. But I could? Like... I already have? She really hated this conflict.
She laid out straight and crossed her feet. She closed her eyes and relaxed. Within seconds she felt the crotch of her leggings flood and the stream of pee spread, once again. down the inside of her legs. The pee pooled around her ass and she could feel it spread down her back. She felt exhilarated. She felt dirty. She felt in control again. In the silence of her room all she could hear was the faint hiss and splosh of pee as she wet. After a while it subsided.
Shit. Do I go tell them? Do I wait for them to notice? Do I try and hide it? Fuck Fuck. Lula knew there was no way out of this one. She attempted to close her eyes and pretend to sleep until found. She was no longer tired. She couldn't get back to sleep. I'll strip the bed. Lula slipped off her bed and pulled the sheet from the mattress. A faint smell of pee filled her nose. There was an obvious, and quite a large, wet patch on the mattress. She didn't even consider that. Fuck.
"Thought I head movement" sounded a muffled voice from outside her door.
Lula froze. She stopped breathing. She felt cold and heavy. Her heart sunk. She spun around as her bedroom door opened and her Mum leaned through.
"M..Mum, I... " |
Lula's Mum stood in the doorway saying nothing. Lula was adamant the pounding of her heart was heard across the room but everything was silent. Her Mum raised her eyebrows.
"It's okay" her Mum said very calmly. Maybe too calmly. She took a step into the room.
Lula was hesitant to do anything. She stood there shaking. Her leggings were warmer and wetter than they would be if she'd just left herself at the original wetting. Despite her leggings being black she knew her ass would glisten in the light with the fresh wet patch.
"I..." she stared.
"It's okay, give me the sheets" her Mum calmly cut in. She almost forcibly moved towards Lula, stepping over her pile of clothes from the night before. Lula grasped the sheet tightly, still crying. Her Mum pulled the sheet from her. Lula felt helpless and vulnerable. She scrunched the material up into a ball, not mentioning, or maybe not noticing, the fresh wetness of where she had laid. Her Mum looked at the floor and began to pick up other bits of clothes, including her clothes form the party. Lula still stood there, frozen to the spot, sobbing, whilst her Mum's actions dominated the room. Her Mum piled the clothed in the her arms.
"Lula"
"..What?"
"These smell like piss too" she turned to face Lula and lowered her eyebrows, "Why, what's going on?"
Lula's face was red and burning hot. Tears were dripping from her cheeks. Her arms were crossed over her belly as she feebly and awkwardly stood on the spot.
"Are yo okay?" she asked.
"Yes" is all Lula could respond with. Her Mum huffed.
"Get a shower and bring those clothes down after" Her Mum turned and made her way out of Lula's bedroom. Lula began to cry heavily. With her Mum's absence she let out a whimper and carried on crying. This was literal worst case scenario. She'd definitely taken it too far this time. How fucking stupid. Why. Why did I?
With a handful of fresh clothes, Lula didn't even consider changing. She walked, with shame, through the house to the bathroom and locked herself in. She dropped the clothes and wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands. She knew she now had this time to think up a story... a reason why... an excuse. Now in a smaller room, she could smell a faint but distinct aroma of pee. She looked at her body in the mirror and saw a semi-noticeable darker black, wet patch over her ass and between her legs. The white tank top was see through over her back and left creased where the pee had saturated the material. The tone of her skin could be seen through the soaking top. She put a hand down the leggings and felt the fleece fur wet and clumped together. The material of her soggy knickers also felt creased and cold. She rubbed a finger gently upwards over the underwear and squeezed out a dribble of pee. The warm liquid flowed over her fingers and dripped down her legs into the leggings. Mmm. No. Ugh.
She pulled the hand from her clothes and squeezed again. She felt another dribble of pee escape and re-soak her already re-soaked underwear. She knew she had little to no pee left but might as well get rid of it. She turned and stood in the bathtub. She closed her eyes, clenched her face, and pushed out the remaining pee. She felt as the warmth gently made its way down her legs. It lasted no more than a few seconds. She was empty. Imagine being in bed and Tom wets. NO. A 'guy' wets. What the fuck. Anyone could wet. That'd be hot. He's hot. No.
Undressed and stood looking down under the torrent of clean, hot water she began to think what to tell her Mum. I'll have to tell her we were drinking. That's the best reason. I shouldn't be so it can easily affect me, right? That's better to get told off for. But Charlotte might get told off. My Mum will tell hers. Oh no. But what else? She knows my clothes from the party were peed in. She smelt it. I have to say we were drinking. That's my only way out. I had a few too many. That's definitely better to get told off for. Hmmm. Okay.
Now in her soft, cosy, yellow shorts, a T Shirt, and an oversized hoodie she made her way back to her room with her pile of guilt.
"Clothes!" her Mum shouted from downstairs. The one word stunned her like a stab in the chest.
"I can explain" Lula said quietly as she walked into the kitchen with her wet clothes in her arms.
"Do you need to?" her Mum said, almost rhetorically.
"There..." Lula took a deep breath in, "We had... there was drink at the party. I... didn't think I had that much. I'm sorry"
"Alcohol? At Lottie's party?"her Mum snapped.
"..yes?" Lula said awkwardly.
"And YOU drank alcohol?"
".. sorry?"
"Lula. That's pissed me off more than this"
"Everyone was... I only stayed with Rosie..."
"Rosie drank too? All of you?"
Shit. Didn't want to rat out everyone.
"Mum.. please"
"I'll call Charlotte's parents later. Give me those. You drink once, without me knowing. Your clothes smelled like piss" Her Mum started, nodding her head towards the washing machine at the mention of her clothes from last night, "and then you piss the bed too. Never again, you hear me? You're 15 for Christ's sake" She snapped the wet clothes from Lula's hands and threw them into the washing machine before setting it to run. Lula's eyes welled up again.
"Sorry. I'm just pissed off there was drink there and you had some" her Mum apologised. She leaned in and gave her daughter a hug.
"I'll buy you nappies next time" her Mum attempted to joke, "IF I let you go to another party. I'll be having words with her Mum though"
Lula jumped at the mention of nappies and glared up at her Mum.
"I was joking Lule's"
Charlotte: "You bitch. Your Mum called mine"
Charlotte: "Don't ignore me"
Charlotte has posted in the group 'Awesome Foursome'
Charlotte: "I'll tell everyone then. Guess what everyone Lula told her Mum we drank loads"
Beth: "Wtf"
Chartlotte: "Ikr"
Beth: "Why"
Charlotte: "Lol she pissed the bed that why"
Beth: "Lol wtf"
Lula's heart dropped as she read the messages pop up on her screen. Why would Mum say that? Oh fuck.
IRosie: "We did though tbf? You're parents knew though didn't they"
Charlotte: "Lol yh but the bedwetter made it a problem"
Rosie: "Not fair lotts x"
Lula: "I'm sorry"
Beth: "Lol"
Charlotte: "Bedwetter"
Lula: "Please don't"
Charlotte: "SEE she's not denying it"
Rosie: "Leave it lotts"
Beth: "And pissed off Steve"
Lula: "Don't do that again"
Lula: "You're meant to be my friends"
Charlotte: "Not sure I like snakes"
The word 'snake' tore through Lula's heart. She knew Charlotte could be a bitch, as they'd all had rocky relationships with her over the years, but this was feeling like it would hurt the most.
Rosie: "Don't be a bitch that's not fair"
Charlotte: "Fuck you too then"
Charlotte left the group ' Awesome Foursome'
The chat went quiet. Lula's phone vibrated again but this time it was just from Rosie.
Rosie: "I'm sorry this has happened. Are you okay?"
Lula: "No"
Rosie: "I'm here for you lules. Remember I almost did it last night too!"
Lula: "Not sure if that helps"
Rosie: "xxx"
It wasn't long after before Lula's phone vibrated again.
Charlotte has tagged you in a comment.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
Lula scrambled at her phone screen to open up Facebook.
Hope everyone enjoyed last night. @Lula pissed her bed when she got home. Can't handle her drink 😉
Lula once again felt heavy. She felt empty. She felt betrayed. She started to cry again.
The likes and comments started to flood in. Most were negative but some in support.
Lula: "You can be pissed off but why the fuck did you post that"
Charlotte:: "You can't beat me you know that"
Lula: "I didn't want to I don't want to"
Charlotte: "You're a snake. Always have been. You're a frigid"
With tears rolling down her face, Lula considered whether or not it was worth arguing. She decided it wasn't and left the conversation there.
Lula's phone continued to vibrate from comments and some people trying to message her. She wasn't the first person Charlotte had ever outed or slated on Facebook. Despite suddenly being afraid to tell her Mum what was going on, she saw it as the only way to find out how this had all unfolded.
"I only mentioned it in context"
"But now Charlotte has posted it on Facebook! Everyone knows!" Lula was shouting.
"Well I'm sorry. I can't control what she does online. I'll tell her Mum again and get her to take the post down"
"This is... shit" Lula cried to herself.
"You can have that one" her Mum responded, "I'll try and sort it"
Lula knew more snake comments would come from Charlotte but was starting not to care. She hadn't opened any messages and ad stopped looking at the post. She was starting to feel numb to the realisation that everyone knew what happened. She felt as if her fetish was outed but literally all they knew was about one bedwetting. They couldn't possibly.
After a period of stillness, Lula's phone vibrated just once. She looked at her lock screen.
Tom has added you as a friend.
Lula felt a race of fear and excitement. She unlocked her phone and accepted the request. This was her only activity on the app today.
Tom: "Hey. You okay? x"
Do I respond? He'll think I'm a baby. I've... Charlotte's ruined any chances I had. Chances? What? No.
Lula: "Not really"
Tom: "I don't like Charlotte x"
Tom: "That was a bitchy thing she did x"
Tom: "Sorry it happened x"
Lula: "(o o o)"
She tapped the delete button and got rid of her text. There was nothing she felt she could say. Was he being genuinely nice? Is Steve with him? Is this a trick? She just didn't know.
Tom: "You there? x"
Lula: "Yeah"
Tom: "It's actually shit for you. I mean that x"
Lula: "Yeah"
Tom: "I was sick everywhere on myself when I first drunk lol x"
Lula: "Okay"
Tom: "It's okay btw. The comment is taken down x"
Lula: "Good"
Tom: "I'll try and make sure people don't say shit in school? x"
Lula: "Okay"
For some reason Lula was nervous and flustered messaging him. She realised she was starting to get feelings for Tom but that didn't outweigh the fact she'd only just met him. Her gut instinct was telling her to play cold and hard to get. Her head was playing it careful, seeing what if he was up to something. Her heart, her flustered chest and fast paced heart, were making her thumbs twitch desperate to respond with more than one word sentences.
Tom: "I don't care about it lol x"
Tom: "Not the worst that can happen x"
Lula: "Please stop mentioning it"
Tom: "Sorry. It IS okay though x"
Lula locked her screen and rolled over on her bed. She had since wiped down the mattress, sat for half an hour with a hair dryer to rid the wet patch, and sprayed air freshener over pretty much everything. She was laying there in fresh bedding feeling a bit weird, as if at the scene of a crime. She felt incredibly awkward when her Mum had come in a few times and seen her laying there... where it had happened.
After many hours avoiding social media and messages, keeping occupied by Youtube and Netlix, and her thoughts, Lula was coming down from her almighty sense of embarrassment. She still wouldn't see everyone until Monday back at school. It was only Friday and still Half Term. She was hoping the piss taking would have subsided after the weekend. It was late evening. She was feeling a bit restless having only watched TV for most of the day.
With the TV on in the background, she unlocked her phone once again and finally gave in to reading her messages. Tom was right. The comment was no longer on Charlotte's profile. She checked her messages. It looked like they were supportive. She didn't want to open any. It seemed Charlotte's attempt to belittle Lula hadn't worked as well as she'd hoped. There were a few messaged which looked as if they were starting to take the piss but again, Lula opened none of them. She clicked on the converation she'd had with To\m. She reread the messages. She clicked on his picture. The Messenger app swapped back to Facebook and opened Tom's profile. Lula started to scroll over his posts before checking out his pictures. He had two dogs, a younger sister, family up north, played for the school's rugby team, and... well, Damn he's cute. He looked the least chavvy out of his group photos with the likes of Steve. He was almost the odd one out? The other boys played football and he didn't. They all posted topless pictures and he didn't. His profile was significantly more respectable than the other boys'. Maybe he was a bit out an outcast in the group?
Lula began to remember her thoughts from the morning and how. even though briefly, she'd wondered what it would be like for Tom to wet himself in bed. Lula's initial reaction to this memory was disgust. Surely no one else she knew would be into pee. Everyone else was normal. She was the weird one there. Little 'frigid' me is the dirtiest.She apprehensively thought to herself. That alone made her feel somewhat confidence. Did she have a secret upper-hand that Charlotte didn't? Of course not, she thought to herself. She was still a virgin. Charlotte... who know's. Probably not. Lula knew she had nothing on Charlotte other than her own self-confidence.
Lula scrolled back up Tom's tagged photos to an action shot of him, muddy from the chest down, ball cradled in his right arm, avoiding a tackle from a larger male in a different coloured shirt. She zoomed in and examined his arms, his legs his... crotch. Can I see his web-shooter? She thought before giggling to herself. The answer was no but she was feeling flustered. She was starting to consider the fact she was building a crush towards Tom. Maybe there was no doubting it, just like there was no doubting she liked pee. She was starting to feel excited and, if anything, quite horny. Fuck sake. Lula realised her forehead had started sweating. She granted the fact she was under her duvet but she was feeling things. Could I do it so soon? Mmmm. Yes. No. No no no. I want to. Yes.
As her vagina began to tingle she felt the ever familiar sensation of a full bladder. She had been ignoring it out of embarrassment but the sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach made her aware of everything she was feeling. She rubbed the outside of her yellow shorts. No. Not in these. Lula foraged under her bed and pulled out the bag in which she hid her white knickers with black and red floral pattern. The whiff of stale pee filled her nose. It was almost striking since they'd been there for that long. Lula didn't care and quickly changed into them, pulling the yellow shorts back up over the top. She pulled the two white toggles tight and felt the pressure on her bladder. She knew this was the last thing she should be doing but was in the moment... in the mood. Lula had not yet found an effective way to counter this feeling and knew that was something she needed to work on. For now though, she was committed. These shorts will smell like the knickers now...
Lula pulled out a new pair of shorts from a drawer and made her way to her new favourite room. She locked the bathroom door. She'd already thought of an excuse for her second shower of the day and that was the fact she still felt dirty from this morning. That'd work. If anything she thought she'd get sympathy from that response.
She pulled off the hoodie and T Shirt and laid down in the bathtub. She hadn't planned on wetting the yellow shorts but considered they'd smell bad now having worn them over her wetting knickers; so, whatever.
She unlocked her phone and propped it against the wall beside some shampoos. The screen was taken up by Tom's rugby photo. Lula wanted to pretend she was still in bed though. As she lay there in the tub topless she shifted onto her right hand side and tried to see the picture. She was in an awkward position. Her left hand was stuck between her legs in her crotch. She realised she couldn't be in the position she wanted and look at his picture. She saw the screen go black as it timed out. She couldn't be bothered to get up now. She lay there in the cold plastic of the tub and started to breath heavily. I shouldn't do this. Not today. I really... She felt the warmth of the pee layer against the material of her knickers, shorts, and hand. Her hand only did so much before it got layered with pee. She felt the cotton shorts soak and a puddle form beneath her. The pressure of the pee felt sublime against her thumb, which was closest to her crotch outside the shorts. Whilst the puddle spread and grew, Lula swapped hands and began to fondle her right breast with her pee soaked hand. She put her right hand right down her shorts and shifted onto her back, which she felt become damp in the puddle. She was totally aware this was all quite disgusting but was in the moment. She began to slip her middle finger around and inside herself as she played with the stream of pee escaping her. She could feel her knickers and shorts feel saturated and weighted above her right hand. It didn't take long for her to reach a climax. With her back arched, feet planted firmly in the tub and both knees raised, she felt her skin drip with her pee. This was another new feeling. As she felt herself about to finish off she was startled by a deep vibration sound. Her eyes sprung open as she saw her phone screen lit up. She had a quick look down at herself and saw the outline of her fingers and knuckles underneath the darker yellow material of the shorts. She looked back at the screen.
Tom: "Hey x"
Seeing that message finished her off.
Back in her bedroom she coated her knickers and shorts in many layers of perfume and hid them both away in the bag under her bed. She knew they'd both need to be washed properly soon.
Lula hid back under the covers of her bed and opened her phone, still coming down from the high of the last twenty minutes.
She had missed another message.
Tom: "You okay? x"
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It was Sunday night. School was in the morning.
Lula was comfortably snuggled up in bed feeling apprehensive about the next 24 hours. She had restrained speaking about any of it to anyone other than Rosie, but had never instigated a full conversation about it. She tapped her thumbs on her unlocked phone screen.
Lula: "Do you think people will remember?"
Rosie: "Hope not"
Lula: "I'm nervous"
Rosie: "Don't be. Lottie will come round soon and realise she's been a bitch. She usually does"
Lula: "But everyone else"
Rosie: "People forget"
Lula: "Forget what happened last week?"
Rosie: "MAYBE not but don't let it get you down. You can deny it? No one knows really"
Lula: "But they do know"
Rosie: "I did too sort of remember. No one knows about that"
Lula: "Because no one knows anyway?"
Rosie: "No they don't unless you tell them?"
Lula: "I wouldn't obviously"
Rosie: "So I can live in denial about all the times people don't know about"
Lula: "All the times?"
Rosie: "Yep. You're going to question me now aren't you?"
Lula paused for a while. She knew Rosie wouldn't think anything of her questioning. Lula knew she sometimes saw too much into the whole kink side of pee and knew she needed to remember people do talk about pee things without feeling awkward. She was intrigued tough. All the times?
Lula: "Yes obviously"
Rosie: "Haha"
Lula: "All the times?"
Rosie: "Yes. ALL the times"
Lula: "You're avoiding the question"
Rosie: "You've quoted me. Not asked me"
Lula: "Are you going to make me say it?"
Rosie: "Yes"
Lula: "When did you last"
Rosie: "Eat? Sleep? Be specific Lules"
Lula: "I hate you. When did you last pee yourself then?"
Rosie: "I'm counting the one at the party. So then"
Lula: "You're counting? And I know about that one"
Rosie: "You start keeping track when you have a weak bladder"
Lula: "Since when have you had that?"
Rosie: "All the time. You all never needed to know though"
Lula: "Oh. Sorry"
Rosie: "Don't be? I've accepted it. Like you need to accept yours"
Lula: "I've accepted all mine"
Rosie: "You haven't yet. All yours?"
Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit. Oh fuck. Lula was so engrossed in the conversation she had a lapse of concentration. That once sentence momentarily exposed her.
Rosie: "Still there?"
Lula: "Yeah"
Rosie: "You went quiet when I asked you. Do you have a secret too lol?"
Lula felt her cheeks go red as she started to feel her heart drop once again. Rosie was her best friend in the whole world and trusted her completely but this was getting risky.
Lula: "No lol"
Rosie: "You're terrible at lying EVEN over message"
Rosie: "Tell me tell me tell me. Was it when spiderman walked you home and you both kissed and you soaked yourself?"
Lula: "Wtf no"
Rosie: "Mmmmmmmmhhhmmmmmm"
Lula: "That didn't happen"
Rosie: "MMMMMHMMMMMM"
Lula: "Okay"
Rosie: "Okay what?"
Lula knew she'd dug herself a hole. She figured there was only one way out of it. Maybe admitting one would make Rosie let go. Rosie had admitted having done it more than once. So no issue, right?
Rosie: "Well?????"
Lula: "A few weeks ago remember the really rainy day?"
Rosie: "Go on..."
Lula: "I forgot my house key and was desperate when I got home"
Lula: "I was soaking wet from the rain and cold"
Lula: "My Mum didn't get home for ages after and I was stuck outside in the rain"
Lula: "I didn't have a choice so had to go in my front garden"
Rosie: "You squatted in public!?"
Lula: "No...."
Rosie: "You pissed yourself?"
Lula: "I didn't have a choice"
Rosie: "Lula I did that day too"
Lula stared at her screen in disbelief. Surely she was lying?
Rosie: "Because of my... problem"
Rosie: "By the time I was walking into my back garden to get in I was already leaking a bit"
Rosie: "I hide it well at school but that's why I go a lot between lessons"
Rosie: "Was leaking badly just walking to the back door and couldn't hold anymore so it all came out"
Lula: "You're lying to make me feel better?"
Rosie: "Wish I was"
Lula: "So we both did?"
Rosie: "Sounds like it lol"
Lula: "I must have a weak bladder as well then"
She didn't want to 'steal' Rosie's excuse but it felt like a good idea. Lula's heart was thumping against her rib cage. Rosie was the first person she spoke to any of this about. Whilst it felt nice to get it off her chest and speak to someone she had no idea what would happen with this information. Lula wanted to belive the trust between Rosie and herself was strong enough for them both to know what was being said would go no further.
Rosie: "I know the signs. I don't think you do"
Lula: "Maybe"
Rosie: "No trust me. I'd know if anyone was behaving like they did. You don't you're just... awkward?"
Lula: "Thanks?"
Rosie: "A good awkward though"
Lula: "Have another sarcastic 'thanks'"
Rosie: "You're welcome babes"
Rosie: "What about all your other times then?"
Lula: "There were no other times"
Rosie: "I know about two. You said 'all mine'. You would have said 'both' you're too honest"
Lula: "That's it. You said 'all' first"
Rosie: "I'll own up. Remember two years ago when we had that bbq at Beth's house and had that water balloon fight with her sisters? Didn't use her toilet once after that fight started"
That was two years ago. Rosie had been doing this for years. Who knows how many times and when. Lula remembered that bbq quite well. Beth's Dad cooks up great food. She remembered Beth's younger siblings; Harriet who was two years younger and Violet who was another year younger. They hadn't planned to mess about with water balloons and they all had to be picked up with their parents bringing dry clothes. Lula had no idea Rosie had spent that afternoon wetting herself the whole time.
Lula: "I remember that day. We were there for ages after that fight though"
Rosie: "I know. I think I peed about three times? Once after being hit by the first balloon. Then while hiding then just after the balloons were all gone"
Lula: "I never knew"
Rosie: "I KNOW. None of you knew anything until now. Can you feel better about tomorrow now?"
Rosie literally outed her secret to make Lula feel better. She felt embarrassed for her but grateful at the same time.
Lula: "Thank you you didn't have to"
Rosie: "You've had a shit week and after Lottie I want you to know I've got your back"
Lula started to feel emotional and felt tears well up in her eyes.
Lula: "Thank you"
That was all Lula felt she could respond with.
Rosie: "You don't have to tell me anything else now"
Rosie: "Other than spiderman. You've still told me next to nothing"
Lula: "I think I like him"
Rosie: "Oooooh. Year 11. Get him before he's gone"
Lula: "I don't know though"
Rosie: "You never know until one of you actually says no"
Lula: "Thank you therapist"
Rosie: "I only charge £10 an issue"
Rosie: "You owe me £20 so far"
Lula: "Very funny"
Rosie: "When are you seeing him next?"
Lula: "I'm not? School?"
Rosie: "Boring"
Lula: "It me"
Rosie: "Has he not asked you out?"
Lula: "No"
Rosie: "God. You can't ask him out. Wait for him to ask you"
Lula: "I don't know what I want"
Rosie: "You want him in and around you"
Lula: "I don't know. Also no"
Rosie: "16 next year girly"
Lula: "So?"
Rosie: "That means you can do things without being a whore like Lottie"
Lula: "Lol"
Lula was starting to feel awkward. This was good though. She was feeling awkward over normal things, not just pee things. Opening up to Rosie was becoming a good thing. The fact Rosie seemed to chin it off like any other news made Lula feel like she'd let out so many weeks worth of secrets and emotions. She was adamant Rosie wouldn't tell anyone. Lula at least knew she wouldn't tell anyone about Rosie's case.
Rosie: "I'm going to sleep now. I'll keep your secret if you keep mine"
Lula: "What's my secret? And yes of course I will"
Rosie: "That you wet yourself often or you want to touch his web shooter. I haven't decided yet. Night!"
Lula: "You're unbelievable"
Lula was thankful for that chat. She was feeling relieved but anxious; if anything no less anxious than before. She knew tomorrow would be difficult. Not only did Charlotte expose her wetting her bed on Facebook but she hadn't seen Charlotte since the party. She might still be bitchy about everything. How far was Rosie going to support her before sacrificing a friendship with Charlotte? Was Tom going to speak to her? Would Rosie tell anyone?
Lula plugged her phone onto charge and left it to her side. She shifted and turned to try and get comfortable. As she closed her eyes her mind ran wild with what might happen tomorrow. Her thoughts raced with scenes and conversations that hadn't happened yet, or that wouldn't happen at all. Is Rosie into the same thing as me? No can't be. She just has a weak bladder and she has to manage it. But she spoke about it really easily? She kept it a secret though. So do I? So DID I? She might tell people. She kept her situation a secret. Nah she won't. But Tom know's I did it too. Everyone saw the Facebook post. Everyone knows. They don't know I 'like' it though. They might? They can't. Rosie knows at most but she's guessing. HAS she guessed? Does she know what omo is? She must do. She might not? She might be totally innocent in all this? She admitted it too easily to like it.
Lula scrunched her face and tried to clear her mind. She knew the overarching thing was this though... Her best friend wets herself too. Maybe not for the same reasons but it was comforting to know. |
Tom: "See you later then?"
Lula: "Maybe"
Tom: "I'll wait x"
Lula was ready for the day. Se had built herself up all night and was prepared for any and all piss taking. She was ready for a day of pointing, laughing, name calling, and bullying. She was ready for Charlotte getting other people against her. Today would determine how things would be at least until Christmas. She knew she had Rosie to support her. Was that enough? She'd got some nice comments before the post had been taken down but she knew she was going into the unknown.
She wanted to leave no opportunity for further comments to be made. She had on black knickers, just in case, and her thickest black tights. She peed before leaving the house. She remembered thinking to herself Huh. Peeing like a normal person.
As usual her Mum dropped her off outside the school on the way to work. Her Mum had attempted a pep talk but had been awkwardly avoiding Lula since telling Charlotte's Mum what had happened after the party. She felt guilty. She felt responsible for her daughter's abuse and tried to make amends by being overly nice. Lula recognised this and appreciated her Mum's attempts but tried not to mention or notice the overly nice behaviour.
Lula waved her Mum away and tried to confidently walk through the school gates. She was nervous but she was ready.
"How's my favourite person?"
Lula turned to see Rosie playfully hop towards her from behind a few small Year 7's. Rosie put her hands on Lula's shoulders.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm ready"
"Ready to pay me for my therapeutic support?"
Lula tilted her head and smirked. Rosie smirked back.
"Thank you" Lula's voice broke slightly as she tried not to shed a tear.
Rosie gripped at Lula's shoulders then let go.
"I've been listening since I got here. I think you'll find people are not talking about you. EVEN Lottie's slutty friends"
"Oh so you're an investigator now?"
"Another service you should start paying me for" The two girls started to walk down through the school grounds. The main route through the school was a dark grey brick style pavement. The entrance where they met was open and the pavement was enclosed by a wood chipping border on the inside of the fence. Waist high bushes dotted the wood chippings. On the right of the entrance was a large, smart looking sign showing the school's name. The name of the school was always lit by multicoloured lights which were installed last year in support of equality.
The girls walked underneath the corridor that linked the maths and English blocks. Rosie grasped one of the dark blue pillars holding up the corridor and spun gracefully spun around. Lula stopped and stared.
"You're in a good mood?" she questioned.
"Because there's nothing to worry about" Rosie smiled back. Lula was starting to realise what was going on. Rosie was literally acting carefree to support her friend. She really was a lovely person. Lula didn't want to act like she'd noticed though. She really did appreciate it though.
Past the pillars was an open square with another bed of bushes in the middle. Benches surrounded the centrepiece.
"Lula!"
That was Beth's voice. Shit. Here we go.
Beth ran round some students and hugged Lula. That was expected.
"I'm SO sorry. I was just going along... I didn't realise what she'd... I didn't... He was... Sorry" She sniffled over Lula's shoulder.
"For real?" Lula asked with caution. This wasn't the first time Beth had tagged along with Charlotte's antics.
"Seriously. I didn't message you all week because I felt bad for being a shitty person. Steve too.. I..."
"Don't... It's okay" Lula but in. Beth squeezed Lula and let go.
"I've got to get to form, see you later?" Beth said smiling and raising her eyebrows invitingly. She then walked off.
Lula turned to face Rosie. She had a huge grin on her face. Lula squinted at her.
"You. Worry. Too. Much" Rosie poked at Lula with each word. "I've got to go to form, see you later?" Rosie mocked Beth's voice and almost skipped away.
Lula stood there overwhelmed. Her face flinched slightly as she tried to recall what had just happened. Had Rosie... sorted this out? Spoken to people? Helped defend her? Surely not? Hmmmm.
Whilst sat in her form room Lula received no comments. No strange looks. No laughter. The tutor read the register and it was her form's day for assembly. Even walking into the school hall she received no strange looks and no points. She scanned the room trying to find at least one person looking at her maliciously. Nothing. Lula was confused. She hadn't prepared to be... ignored? Like nothing happened? She was filling with a weird form of relief. A relief that left her not having to worry about cleaning up. Strangely, that's the only comparison she could think of.
Her first two lessons were uneventful. History followed by art. No comments followed by lack of name calling. Lula was feeling like Rosie was right. Maybe I do worry too much? Should I be less up tight? How can she be so bubbly?
The two girls reunited at break time. Lula couldn't resist.
"What have you done?" she asked straight up.
"OKAY you got me. God. I'm sorry. YES it WAS me. I forgot about ONE book and the librarian puts up all those posters. I'm to blame. Sorry Lule's"
Lula stood there in silence and blinked a few times. Rosie gave a cheeky grin after over-exaggerating her hand movements whilst speaking.
"No... no I mean..." Lula started to shake her head. Rosie leaned in.
"I told you. You worry too much"
"But have you..."
Rosie grabbed Lula's shoulders again.
"Untense, girl" Rosie ordered.
"What?" asked Lula looked left and right at Rosie's hands.
"Relax for God's sake" Rosie's hands lowered slightly as Lula relaxed her shoulders.
"Good" Rosie let go of Lula's shoulders and flicked at her chin. "Look up a bit" she ordered again.
Lula lifted her head slightly and was now looking at the top of Rosie's head.
"Deep breath, go"
Lula took a deep breath.
"Hold it"
Lula held her breath.
"And out"
Rosie slapped at Lula's left shoulder.
"Untense!"
Lula relaxed again and lowered her eyebrows at Rosie's hand.
"Good. Deep breath again"
Lula complied.
"Have you ever thought... that people actually like you because you're not a bitch?" Rosie asked.
Lula didn't know how to respond. She suddenly felt more relaxed than before and couldn't quickly think of a response.
"Because... you're not. And other people are. But you're not. Something happened. People found out. People don't care. Look" Rosie said, looking left and right herself.
"People are doing their own thing. They like you, but don't care about you. What happened last week is old news. They don't care"
Lula was looking around dumbfounded.
"I have a problem. You had... have?" Rosie raised an eyebrow, "Had a problem"
"I've accepted mine. I can live with it. Can you live with yours?" she asked.
"I..."
"I'll take that as a yes" Rosie smiled.
"There is one person who does care though" Rosie claimed.
"You?" Lula asked.
"No I hate you" Rosie joked. "But Spider-Man hasn't taken his eyes off you since he got in the canteen queue"
Lula felt flushed and spun around to look at the queue. Rosie was right. Even as Tom was buying his food he kept peeking over. They had arranged to meet at lunch time by the blue pillars so she hadn't prepared herself to see him sooner. Lula turned around to speak to Rosie. She was gone. Lula jumped slightly and frantically looked around. Rosie was about 20 steps away walking away from Lula. Rosie turned to face her and put up two middle fingers followed by a motion of putting her right pointer finger through a hole she made with her left hand. She turned with her tongue out and continued to walk away.
"Hey" said a recognisable voice.
Lula flipped her body round and thumped a small passing student with her bag. Lula let out a whimper.
"Oh sorry" she apologised.
The small boy's friends started laughing at him as they walked through the crowd. Lula was feeling flustered.
"You okay?" Tom asked raising his eyebrows.
"That kid..." Lula tried to avoid making eye contact.
"Yeah. You hit him with your bag"
"I..."
"Totally meant it. He probably deserved it" Tom joked. Lula giggled.
"I know like... we're not meant to be speaking yet" Tom started. Lula still tried to avoid eye contact. She was looking up at him bu glaring at his shirt instead and around his neck. She liked how his Adam's apple shifted as he spoke. She noticed his hair was groomed but styled slightly messy. Her head stopped around his nose so he wasn't much taller than she was. Despite it being cold and mid November he didn't have a jacket on. He was in the white school shirt and tie and sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. She finally looked up at his face, past his short stubble, straight nose, into his bold, brown eyes.
"But since we're both here now... like... do you want to do something one day?" he finished nervously grasping at his newly purchased bacon roll. The bacon smells amazing. Does he smell amazing? What? No. Bacon. Mmm.
"Huh.. I..." Lula nervously spluttered.
"You can say no but I..."
"Sure?" she responded shrugging her shoulders.
"Yeah?!"
"Yeah?" she winced.
"Okay cool. Message me when you're free and we'll talk about it" Tom smiled and walked away.
Slowly the hustle and bustle of the canteen came back into focus. The bubble they both were just in was disappearing. The sound of students started to return. What was that? He... I...
One person in particular took Lula's attention. It was Rosie. Stood a few meters in front of her. She was putting her finger in and out of her O shaped hand again. Smiling. Nodding.
"Where... how did you?" Lula started to question.
"Good day so far eh?" Rosie asked jumping in front of Lula. The bell started to ring. "See. Yooouuuu. Later" Rosie smirked.
How does she...? So happy.
Lesson 3 was fine. Boring. Uneventful. Lesson 4... English. The lesson was in complete silence. They were doing an exam style question. Lula liked the silent lessons. It gave her a chance to just focus. As the occasional tap tap of other student's pens hit their papers, Lula kept peering over to Charlotte's desk. She had her head down. Charlotte hadn't spoken to Lula all day. She was almost avoiding her. Lula looked round to the left. She dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair. Rosie was sat staring at Lula donning a middle finger again. Lula started to giggle but forced out a cough instead. Rosie put on a big smirk then started to work again.
All the students were stood behind their chairs as the bell rang for lunch. The teacher let them out a few at a time. As Lula scuffled her way past the tables and students in front of her she was side by side with Charlotte as they reached the door. They looked at each other. Charlotte didn't look angry, or sorry, or happy. She was wearing an almost saggy poker face with a glum gaze in her eyes. She broke eye contact with Lula and made her way out before her.
Lula didn't have a plan for lunch anymore now she didn't need to meet with Tom. In an attempt to still prevent any issues Lula made her way to the toilet. As she sat in a cubicle she put her head in her hands to think about the day. No issued whatsoever. Rosie was really cheerful. Too cheerful? I mean she normally is but today she's more?
Lula heard the tap of a shoe and a rustle in the cubicle next to her. She jumped slightly and tried to be silent. Nothing more awkward than knowing someone is using the toilet next to you in public. The distinct turning of a toilet roll filled the room. Almost frantically. There was a faint but constant rubbing sound then another rolling sound of toilet roll. Lula heard a sigh. She had finished herself and was now stuck with the dilemma of flushing and letting the other person know she had finished or just wait for the other person to go. Waiting was pointless. Lula stood, pulled up her underwear and tights, adjusted her skirt and flushed.
"Any toilet roll please?" came a voice from next door. That's...
"Rosie?" asked Lula.
"Lule's" she said back. "Thank God it's you. Finished messing? Roll please"
A hand came from underneath the wall making come here and grabbing motions.
"I didn't..." Lula began.
"Please?" Rosie requested.
Lula passed a spare toilet roll which Rosie snapped up.
"You okay?" Lula asked making her way out of the cubicle.
"Yeah just... a massive shit you know?" Rosie joked. Lula was curious. She went to wash her hands slowly so she could leave with Rosie. Not long later she heard a flush and Rosie's door flung open. She almost strutted out.
"What?" Rosie asked.
"How do you do it?"
"Well the handle... You twist the thing and it unlocks..."
"Please, Rosie. You;re always happy"
"No. I'm not" she responded confidently. "And I think that's where you struggle"
"What do you mean?" Lula was still awkwardly washing her hands.
"You dwell on shit" said Rosie even more confidently.
"Well... yeah?"
"Well... don't?" Rosie scoffed.
"But how...?"
"Look!" Rosie exclaimed, turning to Rosie and lifting her knee length skirt. Lula was shocked at the response. She looked at Rosie's feet and looked up her legs. She didn't know what she was looking for or what was going on. Until... She reached Rosie's crotch and saw, underneath her tights, the pastel purple colour of Rosie's underwear and a darker purple patch between her legs. Rosie let her skirt fall back down.
"If I can live with this most days, you can live with it once, yeah?"
Lula tilted her head and hugged Rosie.
"I mean... I'm sure it's more than once but you won't tell me. Or was it twice? Or more?" Rosie carried on keeping the conversation light. Lula sighed.
"I'm here for you too you know that right?" she confided in Rosie.
"Well I've never told anyone else so yeah, I know" There was a slight pause.
"Did you fully..?" Lula began.
"No. Leaked. Dried it. No one will know" she smiled, "You wouldn't have known if I didn't show you"
"No..." Lula replied.
"Then lets go, bedwetter" Rosie joked.
"Don't"
"Too soon?"
"Just please... don't" Rosie tutted as they left the toilets.
Lula remembered Rosie's last words to her before the final lesson. 'Wait for me'. Lula waited at the main gate. The other students brushed past her as they escaped for the day. Still nothing. No comments. No laughter. No pointing fingers. She blushed and nervously smiled as Tom walked past with Steve and some of the other boys. Steve hadn't clocked her but Tom, of course, had. He gave Lula a nod and a smile. She had to look away.
"Come to mine?" a voice filled Lula's right ear. She was shocked.
"Yes?" Rosie asked.
"How do you just show up?"
"Magic, Muggle" Rosie responded.
"Umm, okay?" Lula agreed.
"Yay" Rosie forced some excitement.
They walked out of the school together. Lula watched and turned her head as they walked past the bus she'd usually get on. Rosie didn't live too far away from the school. A 20 minute walk at most. The school was near the outskirts of the town. Rosie's estate was the other side of a small woodland area. Lula remembered the times when they first became friends and would walk back to hers through the woods and get lost. This was a few years ago. There were roads and paths outside of the woods too but the adventure was always more exciting.
"So you need to tell me everything" Rosie requested.
"Everything?"
Rosie stopped walking and turned once again making her finger in hole hand movements. Lula sighed.
"I agreed to a... well we're meeting when I tell him when I'm free"
"A DATE. LULA HAS A DATE?" Rosie was genuinely excited.
"No I.. we;re just"
"Making babies" Rosie let out a cute awwwww. Lula pushed Rosie.
"I haven't told him when I'm free yet. I don't know"
"Literally you are one of the least busy people I know"
"Thanks"
"Well you are"
"Yes"
"Then meet with Peter Thomas Parker and find out how his web-shooter works". Lula pushed Rosie again.
"For me?"
"That's just... weird? You date him then"
"THERE" Rosie stopped again and comically pointed at Lula multiple times. "YOU said date. Confirmed. Approved. Accepted. Yes. Yes yes yes yes. Babies"
Lula was shocked at her own use of the word date. Had she just confirmed? No? They weren't actually seeing each other. Yet? Right?
"I hate you" Lula claimed.
"Awwww, and I hate you too" Rosie hugged Lula as they walked.
"This way!" Rosie ordered, pointing towards the woods.
"You still go that way?"
"Ha. Yeah" Rosie scoffed.
"It'l be all muddy?"
"Yes. On the path. No it won't Come on! Adventure!" Rosie was still too cheerful. Lula was starting to consider if she'd never actually noticed Rosie's bubbly attitude before? Had she always been too highly strung? Too serious? Boring? She began to follow Rosie down the leaf ridden track into the trees.
The two didn't speak for a while. Maybe they were both reliving the memories from years before.
"Lule's"
"Yeah?"
"I've never done this in front of someone before"
"What? Done what?" Lula asked confused. As she turned to her right to look at Rosie she'd darted off the track into some bushes.
"Rosie?"
"Here!" Lula cautiously walked to where Rosie had darted. She was a few meters into the bushes. Some orange tinted leaves were still hanging around but the bushes were almost bare with tough brown twigs. Lula noticed Rosie had darted far enough into the bushes that the track could not be seen from her position. Which was squatting. Why was she squatting.
"Down!" Rosie ordered. Lula looked confused and looked around. She felt Rosie tug at her bag. Lula complied and squatted.
"What are we...?" Lula began to ask thoughtfully baffled.
"I don't have to worry here" Rosie said.
"You've lost me"
"Look... if you want. Shh Listen" Rosie said putting a finger up. Silence Lula was staring at her with lowered eyebrows.
Shhhhhhthttttthhhhhhhh.
Rosie lifted the back of her skirt as a stream of pee fell beneath her. What. The. Fuck.
"Rosie...!" Lula immediately felt flustered. Her best friend was literally wetting in front of her. She couldn't help but stare. The base of her tights beneath her ass made the pee spread around and patter to the ground in multiple weak dribbles The crotch of Rosie's tights glistened as the main stream fell in a single run.
"It's me. I've accepted it. I've realised I may not get the choice. AND at least here I can just... accept it?" Rosie confessed while still peeing.
Rosie's stream started to weaken. She'd gone not too long ago so there wasn't too much.
"Rosie..." Lula wanted to say so much but was feeling turned on herself seeing someone else wet in real life.
Rosie bobbed up and down as some final drops of pee fell to the ground. She pulled at some bushes and wiped the backside of her tights with some crunchy leaves. The leaves dissolved and crunched as Rosie scrunched them in her hand after feebly wiping her tights. Rosie stood up and fixed her skirt. Rosie slowly stood up too.
"And who found out? No one. So it doesn't matter" Rosie smiled and forcibly turned Lula around and pushed her back to the track.
Lula was at a loss for words for a long time. Rosie was waiting for her to speak.
"How do you hide it?" Lula asked.
"Because I have to. Why do you want to know?"
"I ... what? I don't? It's just... it's like you don't care?"
"I sometimes don't. Like then... no one saw so it doesn't matter. If it was like in a lesson then yes it'd suck but I make sure it doesn't. But then.... I NEEDED to go so like I did?"
"And your Mum?"
"Has pretty much accepted it too but I do my own washing so... but she knows when she finds wet stuff"
"Hmm" Lula pondered, still feeling flustered. Rosie carried on walking like nothing happened. Lula tried to get a glimpse at the back of Rosie's skirt but it didn't seem to have a wet spot. She made it look so easy? Careless? There's not even a wet spot. How? Has she practised... Don't be stupid. You don't practise wetting. Do you? Have I? I don't know.
Rosie didn't mention the wetting at all on the walk back to her house. Lula was trying to find an excuse to jump back to the topic but Rosie just didn't speak about it. How did she not know her best friend did this?
As Lula sat in Rosie's bedroom as Rosie showered, as it turned out she did whenever she walked home and wet, Lula did something she instantly regretted. Double chcecking to make sure Rosie was still definitely showering, she crept over to the basket full of Rosie's dirty clothes that needed washing. Nothing odd at the top. Lula nervously picked through the clothes and it wasn't long before the faintest smell of pee was obvious. Everything was dry so had been there a few days. Lula pulled out a pair of black leggings and apprehensively gave them a gentle sniff. They did smell like pee. This is fucking weird. Stop smelling your friend's clothes. Stop. Just stop. Lula put the leggings back in the pile where she found them and went to sit back on Rosie's bed. A while later Rosie came into her room in fresh pyjamas and threw her school uniform onto the top of the washing pile. Unlucky for Rosie, her pastel purple underwear were sat on top of where she'd thrown them. Lula could see the obvious line between dry and wet spot. This made her feel tingly. She'd never seen someone else's fresh, wet clothes. She wet them about forty five minutes ago though? The dark spot was..
""Sorry I don't mean to... like.. but did you?" Lula asked nervously, nodding her head towards the washing pile.
"They were already wet" Rosie said, "But does it matter? Do you care?" she continued with the same excuses.
"No..."
"There we go then" Rosie smiled, finishing tying her hair up. She picked up her basket and made her way out of her room to put them in the wash.
"Jealous?" Rosie joked.
YES.
"Huh, no" Lula replied.
The evening went well. It was fun. They laughed, joked, bitched. Tom was a primary topic. Lula was debating what time and date to tell him to meet up. Rosie was pressuring her to make a decision. Some time later Lula had called her Mum to come pick her up. Being November it was dark outside and she didn't want to walk that far home.
Back at her own house, Lula made her way to the bathroom with her pyjamas. It had been a good day. Significantly better than expected. No one said anything. No one took the piss. No one joked. No one..... oh stop it. Just go sit down.
Lula had already been holding since when she went at school. After the afternoon with Rosie and seeing everything she had already decided she'd wet when she got home. Lula sat straight down onto the toilet and lifted her skirt. She paused. The vision of Rosie squatting in the woods was burned into Lula's mind. Lula hesitated but wanted to imitate. She got up from the toilet and stood in the bath. She squatted and lifted her skirt so to imitate what Rosie did earlier that day. Lula relaxed. The pee spread over her knickers and she felt it pool under her ass. The seat of her thick tights soaked and she felt the puddle beneath her soak at her feet. This must have been how Rosie felt earlier. What would it feel like to wet and be watched? She wanted me to watch. She wanted me to? I wouldn't. Couldn't.
Lula's pee continued for a while It was warm. It was pleasurable. It was a total flood. She wanted to touch herself but had to wear this skirt tomorrow. She couldn't risk getting it wet. When she felt herself finishing eh started bobbing, like Rosie did, then stood up, She carefully took her skirt off and slumped it onto the floor. She pulled her shirt from the waistband of her tights and threw that away too. Standing, once again, in her bathroom in just wet underwear and tights, she slipped off her bra and the evening was hers. |
Lula: "Why would you do this to me"
Rosie: "Because I can't let my favourite person go on her first date and not know what happens"
Lula: "It's not a date"
Rosie: "You're literally going out with an older boy to see a film. Bitch it's a date"
Rosie: "Is he paying? He's paying isn't he?"
Lula: "Yes"
Rosie: "DATE BITCH"
Lula: "Hate you"
Rosie: "xxx"
Rosie had previously given Lula some advice that always worked for her in the cinema. 'Wear black'. Since Rosie revealed her condition... problem? Lula still didn't know what to call it. She wanted to believe it wasn't a fetish, like hers, and that Rosie was completely innocent to the kinky side of it all but she wasn't sure. She almost didn't want to know. Rosie admitted to previously leaking in the cinema and said that wearing black jeans or shorts or leggings or whatever was the best way to hide it. She also admitted to leaking quite a lot the last time they both went to see a film with Beth and Charlotte. Of course no one noticed at the time. Lula was oblivious to it all back then. Rosie was so good at hiding it. She's been living with it for longer though. Lula hated to think that though. She doesn't live with it. She doesn't have what Rosie has. She didn't think it was fair to compare why either of them wet. She still hadn't admitted to Rosie how often she had done it herself, or that she likes it.
Lula had decided to follow Rosie's advice. She had ABSOLUTELY no intention of doing anything pee related. She was going to see a film with Tom. She couldn't. She just couldn't. She had put on her tight black jeans and a thick, long sleeve, dark blue jumper. The jumper had white stripes around the cuffs and elasticated waist.
Initially she'd had no interest in seeing the new Joker film. No spoilers don't worry. It was Tom's suggestion though. Lula thought the bonus was the film had been out for a while. The screen wouldn't be that busy. She had no idea if she'd enjoy the film but she wanted to enjoy the few hours with Tom. They wouldn't be speaking which she thought was... good? She found she kept getting flustered when Tom tried to make conversation, even over messenger, so she hoped spending time with him would help. Despite the fact she didn't Rosie in the same room, she felt a sense of comfort knowing her best friend would be nearby.
Lula: "Can you do me a favour then?"
Rosie: "You already owe me sooo much money for favours so sure"
Lula: "If it's too awkward can we go?"
Rosie: "Why do you think I'm going?"
Lula: "You don't need to always look out for me you know?"
Rosie: "Yet you ask me to look out for you"
Lula: "Yes. This time"
Rosie: "How about if you get up and leave I will too. You could just tell him you're going to the toilet?"
Lula: "That could work. I don't want to bail on him but I don't know"
Rosie: "You won't I know it. But if you walk out I will too"
Lula: "Thanks"
Lula's Mum picked up Rosie on the way and dropped them both off at the cinema. The girls agreed they'd get a taxi home from the nearby taxi rank. The film finished late and they didn't want to annoy their parents. Lula's Mum agreed since the girls would be travelling back to Rosie's together. The girls had planned last minute that Lula would sleepover. They thought it would give them the chance to speak about what happened with Tom. Lula was thankful for the support.
The cinema wasn't too busy. Lula felt the flush of warmth fill her face as she walked through the automatic doors. The windows to the building had teamed from the difference in temperature outdoors. Lula took a loud and deep sniff to inhale the aroma of popcorn. She hadn't been to see a film for a while. Rosie walked off to go and buy her ticket. Lula started to follow... Jesus Christ.
Lula stopped on the spot as she saw Tom push himself from the wall he was leaning against and walk towards her waving. He also had on jeans but Lula was fixed on his upper body. He had on a snug light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. It was tighter than his school shirt. Lula could make out the difference between a slight crease in the shirt to the bumps of his biceps. His top two buttons were undone and he was carrying a folded jacket on his right forearm. His brown shoes went well with the blue shirt. Fuck. I mad no effort. Damn.
Tom reached Lula and bent down slightly and started to raise his elbows. She could see he was going in for a hug. They'd only hugged once and that was when she left him at 'The Corner' after the party. Lula accepted the hug. She felt his arms squeeze her slightly. She could feel the thickness of her jumper take the strength of his arms. His skin was warm. She Lula closed her eyes as his head rested on her left shoulder. The smell of popcorn was taken over by whatever aftershave Tom was wearing. For a moment Lula felt it was just the two of them. She felt safe and secure. Lula slowly opened her eyes and saw Rosie at the till buying her ticket and drink. They eyes locked. Rosie started to make a forwards and backwards motion towards her mouth with a curled hand. Every time her hand reached her mouth she pushed her tongue into her cheek. Lula scoffed and loosened her grip round Tom's waist.
"Thank you for coming" said Tom.
"Thank you for inviting me?" Lula didn't know how to respond. Tom laughed.
"I've got out tickets. I didn't know your friend was coming?" he said with a hint of confusion.
"I'm staying at hers tonight and she wanted to see it too. Is that okay? Sorry?"
"It's okay" Lula couldn't tell if he really thought it was okay or not. He didn't have a choice but still.
Tom had chosen decent seats. They were just forward of being in the centre but sat in the middle of the row. The screen in front engulfed Lula's vision. Rosie walked in after they'd sat down. She was a few rows back just behind the middle. Lula kept shifting in her seat. She didn't know how to sit? She knew that was weird. Like, both legs down? One tucked under the other leg? One over the other? She settled for left under right as her right calf hanging from the seat. Tom was sat on her left. She felt a bit disappointed he hadn't bought any food. No. How dare I? He bought the tickets. I shouldn't expect him to buy food. Don't be ungrateful.
"Have you see the trailer for this?
"Only after you said we should see it"
"Do you want to be here?" he asked cautiously.
"Yeah yeah I do" Don't ruin it!
"Okay. You look... cute? by the way" he attempted to compliment her.
"Was that a question?" Lula asked nervously.
"No. You do. You do. Sorry"
"It's okay. You do too" You do too? Stupid thing to say. Boys don't admit to looking cute.
Tom chuckled under his breath as he wiggled in his seat. He pulled a few times at his shirt. The waft of the fabric sent another wave of his aftershave fill Lula's nose. Ugghhhhhhmmmmm. Lula made a weird, low rumbling sound in her throat as she thought that. What the fuck sound was that? She gently coughed and touched her neck.
As the trailers finished and the lights went dim, Lula felt a slightest of nudges against her left elbow. Tom had re-positioned his own so he was leaning slightly to his right. Closer to Lula. She didn't know if it was intentional but his arm was now slightly over her side of the arm rest. Was he trying to get closer? Did he want to be closer? Lula pretended not to notice.
Probably just over an hour and a half in Lula was committed. The film was so much better than she'd ever expected. The plot. The characters. The portrayal. The morality. The origins. Lula hadn't realised Tom peeking over at her a few times. He would smile whenever he did. Lula was curled up in the seat fully engrossed in the film. He liked how she tucked her hands into the cuffs of her jumper. He liked how the jumper was slightly too big for her. He kept pretending to adjust his position so he could edge his elbow closer and closer to her. He wanted to to react; to do something? His goal was for her to lean in and just rest her head against his arm. He half wanted to attempt 'the move' but knew there was no chance of getting away with that. He was also aware Lula's best friend was sat behind them. He knew he was being judged. He wasn't stupid, He knew she was going to her friend's house that night to talk about him. Tom was eager to leave the best impression possible. He could help himself from looking though. Curled up in the chair next to him. So close. Her dark brown hair and eyes lighting up when the screen flashed. It's her eyes he saw first when she joined the group dressed as Wednesday Addams. At the party, her costume almost showed off her petite but curved figure. Today she was bundled up in this oversized jumper and just cute. He wanted to be closer and to just have her near. Slow and steady though.
The credits began to roll and the lights slowly became brighter. Tom stretched.
"Like it?" he asked. He already knew the answer.
"That was really good" Lula had almost forgotten she was with Tom. She had definitely forgotten Rosie was sat behind her. That whole experience took her away.
"Good. Come on" Tom stood up and put out his hand. Lula, curled up in the chair, looked up at him. She lifted her right hand into his. His hand was warm. It was dry but soft. He tightened his grip and lifted slightly. Lula felt her hand lift slightly as she stood up herself. She had her pare hand tightly grasping her backpack to take to Rosie's. He smiled. She blushed. He stood back against the seats in front to allow her to pass and leave first. As Lula shifted past him she felt his left arm brush against the back of her shoulders as she saw hid body move behind her. Is he... protecting me? No. From what? Hmm. Lula shivered slightly as she felt his touch against her back. As she walked to the end of the row she saw Rosie plod down each step. She smiled as she walked past and left in front of them. She didn't say anything? Weird.
Back in the entrance to the cinema Rosie was nowhere to be found. Lula stood there awkwardly on her own as Tom made his way in from the men's toilets.
"Where's your friend?" he asked.
"I don't know. Toilet maybe"
"Oh okay. I'll wait if you want"
"Up to you" Lula was feeling more flustered than ever. She in that moment had admitted she did like him. Her feelings were right. Spending time with him had worked. She felt like a littler nervous baby and she knew the awkwardness was showing.
Rosie opened the door to the ladies toilets. She peered out to the main area. There was no one coming from any of the screens. Good. She hopped out onto the carpeted floor and towards the wall just in front. As she began to walk parallel to the wall towards the main door she halted and inhaled sharply. She stayed out of the way. Out of sight. As she felt her body bob up and down slightly she raised her hands to her mouth. Not more than fifteen meters in front she saw Lula and Tom by the front door with their arms around each other. Her best friend was mostly out of view as Tom's back was facing Rosie. His head was titled to the right as the upper half of his body was leaning forwards and down slightly. Were they? After a few seconds Tom stood up straight. They had a small exchange of words and he seemed to awkwardly step out of the building. Rosie saw Lula just stand there. Her face was flushed and bright red. She had an innocent smile on her face which Rosie had rarely ever seen before. She left it a few moments to see what her friend would do. Lula was taking a few deep breaths and looking around but at nothing in particular. Her face was still flushed. Rosie could see her pull her hands back into her sleeves and with her right cuff she wiped her mouth slightly. Rosie knew this was her moment to go. She could feel a huge grin on her own face. Her cheeks were starting to hurt from her own smile. Rosie made her way forwards.
Lula could feel her face swell with warmth. She had finally regained a normal breathing pattern after a few deep breaths. It felt like her stomach was doing backflips. She felt weak at the knees as her muscles felt like jelly. Tom's aftershave still tickled in her nostrils. The smoothness of his lips had been slick and plump. Her own lips tickled with pins and needles. All Lula felt she could do was giggle quietly to herself. In that moment she saw Rosie making her way towards her with a stupid big grin on her face.
"Oh. My. God" Rosie exclaimed giving jazz hands before hugging Lula.
All Lula could do was giggle.
Lula had no idea how to explain what had just happened. She was full of excitement and fizz. She attempted to avoid the questions Rosie was throwing at her. After a while Rosie gave up digging for information; until later that night.
"Told you you'd stay"
"It was so good"
"I even brought a drink in case you actually left"
"Sorry?"
"You should be"
"Why?"
"Look"
Lula's buzz and mood was suddenly diverted as Rosie, who as walking on Lula's right hand side, stopped and twisted her body so her backside was facing Lula.
"What?"
"Can't you see?"
"See what?"
"That's why you wear black" Rosie said cheerfully. Lula realised what she meant.
"Did you?! Were you waiting for me to..? I'm so sorry"
"Don't you dare be sorry. Not the first time it's happened. And well, you got what you came for"
"No I'm sorry. Did you actually? In the...? No way"
"I did look" Rosie took a quick look around and twisted her body again when she knew no other people would see. Lula could still see nothing.
"Urgghh" Rosie grabbed Lula's hand and pulled her towards her. Rosie took a few steps back towards a lamp post. As they stood under the light Lula could see a slight difference in the shade of black of her jeans. She did. Damn. Rosie kept pulling at Lula's hand though. What's she...? Rosie pulled Lula's hand right onto her jeans and put the palm of Lula's hand on her butt cheek .Rosie squeezed Lula's hand so her fingers pressed against her ass. Lula felt the dampness in the denim before pulling her arm back.
"Ewww what the..."
"Told you" Rosie smirked, "But can we get that taxi now, I need to go again"
Lula wiped her hand over Rosie's jacket, which luckily covered her backside.
"Don't ever do that again" demanded Lula. That was the first time she'd ever felt somebody else's body wet from pee. The wet patch wasn't that warm so she'd obviously gone at least an hour ago. She must have gone to the toilet to try and dry her jeans. Lula had no idea if Rosie felt the same way about pee or even knew about omorashi but she was feeling a rush of so many emotions and feelings. Within moments she'd gone from tingly and bubbly about Tom to curious and naughty about Rosie's wetting. Goddamn I want some time to myself.
"You went in the seat?" Lula asked, curious.
"Yeah"
"Why didn't you just go..."
"I was looking out for you"
"Don't blame me"
"Your fault"
"No... did you... did you want to?"
"What? Rosie questioned.
"Did you want to?" Rosie was feeling confident enough to ask.
"I've learned when I can get away with it" Rosie admitted. That was not the answer Lula had expected.
"Did you want to?" Lula persisted.
"I never want to"
"I don't get how you just get away with it"
"Jealous?"
"What.. y.. NO" Lula snapped.
"Well you just sat there for the same amount of time I did. Don't you need to go?"
"I'm waiting until we get to yours"
"So you need to go?"
"...yes" Lula admitted. Admitting it made her realise it had been a good four hours before she'd last peed. Since then, she'd had her first proper kiss and felt a wave of emotions. As well as just the natural requirement to pee she knew she could hold on though.
"Well you took my advice and wore black so why didn't you?" Rosie joked.
"What? I wasn't going to"
"So you admit you wanted to?"
"What no!" Lula was feeling like Rosie was prodding for the answer she wanted.
"Well why don't you? No one will know. Look at me. Know one knows" she danced around in a circle as she finished her sentence, seeming carefree. She was right though, no one, other than Lula, knew that Rosie was walking around town in wet jeans. Lula considered how lucky Rosie was for wearing the coat that went down to her knees. Had she worn that out on purpose? No. Lula still denied thinking that Rosie did it all on purpose. But she had said she knew how to get away with it?
"Stop" Lula shyly requested.
"Fine then. Go in there?" Rosie offered, pointing at McDonald's. As always on a Friday evening it was quite busy.
"Ew no" Rosie had a disgusted look on her face. Se could feel her bladder bulge in her abdomen though with each step. The cold wasn't helping either. She could feel the bitter wind in the friction of the denim against her legs.
"No taxis" Rosie said, nodding towards the taxi rank.
"It's Friday" Lula responded.
"Damn"
As the girls waited, Lula could see Rosie cross her legs whilst she had her hands in the pocket of her coat. Only because she was looking, Lula could make out that Rosie had her hands clamped into her crotch under her coat. The cold was starting to nip at Lula's earlobes. She stood there with her arms folded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The thought of doing what Rosie suggested was thrilling. Just go. She has. No one knows. You're wearing black. No one will see. I don't have a long coat though. I can't hide it. It'll be fresh, I'll leave a puddle. Don't be stupid. You're in public. Don't risk it. You can't. People are around. She has it hidden. Damn I want to. I need to go. Uhhhh.
A taxi eventually showed up and pulled into the inlet. The girls clambered in and closed the sliding door. Rosie stated her address and thanked the driver. The car began to set off.
"Lule's I can't" Rosie whispered.
"What?" asked Lula, he hands in her own crotch.
"I can't wait"
"You have to"
Rosie opened her legs slightly. Lula could see a much less evident darker patch on the inside of her legs. The biggest wet patch would have been on her backside if she had wet sitting down before. Lula wanted to avoid thinking about it too much. She was still feeling a rush from being with Tom but was now fighting her desperation. She looked left out of the taxi window. She wiped the condensation with her left sleeve. The freezing cold water absorbed through her jumper and she felt it cling to her wrist. A few seconds had passed of Lula watching the world go by before she felt Rosie's hand bump her twice. Lula looked around to her right to see Rose looking at her with her mouth wide open. Nothing was happening. The two sat in silence as the Radio 1 played in the background. Rosie looked down. Lula looked down too. Rosie's crotch was glistening with a layer of pee. The inside of her legs became pitch black with a slight glare from the dim light in the back of the taxi. Rosie gasped. Lula couldn't believe what she was seeing. She finally began to feel her vagina throb. Rosie's shocked appearance faded as she continued to wet the taxi seat. She relaxed her shoulders and placed her hands on her knees, watching it happen. When it died down she shifted in the seat and lifted her backside slightly before sitting back down on the soggy fabric of the seat.
Lula was still transfixed on Rosie. She couldn't believe it.
"Must have been that drink eh?" suggested Rosie. Lula was still dumbfounded. She was wincing under her own desperation.
"You?" Rosie whispered. Lula raised her eyebrows.
"No" she whispered loudly back.
"Why not? I did?"
"No!" Lula shook her head violently this time. Closing her eyes.
"You need to..." Rosie kept bugging. Lula kept shaking her head. She let out the smallest of leaks. She tightened her hold. I could. I really really could. Rosie doesn't care. She's telling me too. She has. Twice. She's just done it here too. But the driver might see. No. He's not paying attention to us. I could... NO! I need to... Ohhhhhhh.
Lula turned to look at Rosie with a worried look on her face. Rosie raised her eyebrows and nodded.
"You have spare clothes in the bag right?" Rosie suggested again. Lula nodded. She clenched her whole body and leaned into herself as much as the seat belt would allow.
Lula snapped back and stared at Rosie again. Tears welled in her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks.
The flood felt phenomenal. With Lula's stored emotions from the last hour she let out an audible moan as her dam broke and she felt her crotch and backside pool with pee. Despite the radio, she felt that the sound of the stream and pooling pee was louder. She leaned her head back with he palms of her hands flat down on the seat either side of her. Lula could feel extra weight on her crotch as the denim became wet. The slight vibrations of the car moving over the road was not helping as she felt her crotch and abdomen surge with sensation. As well as her increasing heartbeat she felt like her vagina had a beat of its own. As she stopped the car went over a pothole, forcing her whole body upwards then thumping back down on the wet cushioned seat. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.
"Better?"Rosie asked. Shit Rosie's there. Oh no. Oh fuck. Lula didn't know how to react so just nodded with her head still leaning backwards.
The girls sat in awkward silence until the taxi got to Rosie's house. They paid half the fee each and frantically got out of the car to let it drive away. The driver hadn't noticed the wet seats. Lula kept shifting her body around stood outside of Rosie's house. She had nothing to hide the wet patch on her ass. She was well aware anyone could see her in this state. She turned to face the street so her backside was facing Rosie's house.
"It's okay, come on" Rosie lead Lula round the back of the house. She lead Lula indoors and up to her bedroom where she closed the door. They stood there looking at each other. Rosie was stood almost confidently while Lula was fiddling with the inside of her sleeves. |
Lula was awkwardly quiet. All she could hear was Rosie and herself breathing.
"You okay?" Rosie asked, Lula shook her head. She was embarrassed for having wet in front of someone yet, she still felt flushed from Tom and actually wetting. She stood there with her thighs squeezed together and her hands clamped together in front of her crotch. She didn't know why she was hiding it; Rosie already knew.
"Well this isn't awkward" Rosie tried to lighten the mood.
"Why did you make me?" snapped Lula. Rosie raised her eyebrows.
"I didn't make you" claimed Rosie, "It's okay. Fuck. Don't worry"
"I..."
"Urggghhhh" Rosie groaned. "What of it? It's only us. Am I embarrassed? Not really"
"But you said you can't help it?" Lula whimpered.
"... and you can?" Rosie asked. Lula stammered. Rosie was so on to her.
"Yes" replied Lula confidently.
"Mmhmmm. You know what?"
"What?"
"I was actually happy... relieved when I heard the story about your.. what happened to you... what you did"
"Why?" Lula sounded disgusted.
"Because I thought my best friend would understand the thing I've had to keep a secret for so long" Rosie suddenly sounded less cheerful. Lula's heart dropped. So maybe she wasn't messing about? She just wanted to trust me? She's had the problem for years. Oh no.
"I'm sorry" Lula said looking down at the floor before finally lifting her head to see Rosie's dark patch on Rosie's crotch and then to her head.
"Look" snapped Rosie, moving over to her bed. She whipped the duvet up and threw it towards the wall. She peeled away the sheet to show a soft looking white sheet.
"What?" asked Lula confused.
"A kid's sheet. Piss mat. Waterproof" Rosie said awkwardly. Her tone had shifted. She sounded slightly more emotional.
"I didn't know"
"I KNOW. No one does. I thought you'd understand and not just be weird about it"
They both paused.
"What does... does it work?" Lula asked, curious.
"Well yeah" Rosie confirmed, seeing a shift in Lula's interest.
"Right" Lula was transfixed on the sheet. Rosie noticed.
"Here look" Rosie reattached the corner of the top sheet and hopped up onto her bed, bouncing slightly as she took a few steps and turned around.
"What are you...?"
"Shhh look" Rose hissed, She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, obviously tensing her body. Within seconds her crotch gleamed once again. It only lasted a few seconds though. She mustn't have filled up since the taxi. Since she was stood up though, a stream of pee ran down the inside of each of her legs. There was enough pee for the wet patch to spread form her crotch to half way down her thighs. The dribbles trickled all the way to her feet and onto her pastel lilac bed sheet. Lula stood there wide eyed. She watched as the pee dribbled and soaked into the sheet. She suddenly remembered her own bed wetting and the mess she'd made. She was feeling discomfort for Rosie, who still had her eyes closed seemingly not worried about the basketball sized wet patch beneath her feet,
Once she'd finished peeing she opened her eyes and stared at Lula. She took a step forward and hopped of her mattress before pulling the lilac sheet back once again. She pointed at the mattress protector underneath. It had completely absorbed everything. The only evidence was the wet patch on the sheet.
"Wow" claimed Lula.
"Yeah?"
"Well... yeah?" They both stared at the mattress protector.
"It's washable too. My parents accept the fact it happens. We don't really talk about it. We just deal with it when we need to. So yeah I sort of get away with it?"
"Don't you want to try and stop?" asked Lula, more curious than ever.
"Yeah sure. But I'm so used to it when I'm home, you know?"
"Wish I'd had one of these when I... you know". Rosie nodded in understanding.
"Sorry" Rosie said, leaning into Lula's shoulder. Lula leaned back onto her head. Rosie moved away.
"Have you ever..." Rosie started.
"What?" asked Lula. Rosie raised her eyebrows and made a 'come here' motion with her forefinger and middle finger, nodding slightly. It took a while for Lula to understand what she was getting at. She coughed and spluttered.
"What.. huh... I..."
"I'll take that as a yes" Rosie said under her breath, "It's okay Lule's, we don't have to be awkward or shit. I've literally told you my biggest secret" Lula was still flustered about Rosie' previous question.
"You know how my parents both go to work early on Saturday mornings?" Rosie asked. Weird change in conversation.
"Yeah?" Lula answered.
"Well I..." Rosie stopped.
"What?"
"I..." She took a deep breath, "I maybe... get away with it? Like, I'll do what I want Friday night and Saturday morning and like... they'll never find out? I wash it all myself before they get home" Rosie admitted.
"What?" Lula was shocked.
"Yep. Why not?" Rosie admitted once again.
"Every...?"
"Every week more or less. Like now, I could pee as many times as I wanted all night and they'd never know"
"Would you?"
"Yeah. Sure. So what?"
"Have you done it when I've stayed round before?"
"No of course not. You didn't know about it so I couldn't"
"But now?" asked Lula. Rosie paused.
"Yeah?" she replied slowly. Lula looked away from her.
"Not in these though. Jeans are uncomfortable" Rosie unzipped the jeans and pulled them down. The denim pulled away from the skin on her legs. Lula stared as her best friend's soaked white knickers, with black dots, were right in front of her. The material had gone partially see through. Lula looked away feeling awkward. Rosie squatted and dragged a large plastic box from underneath her bed. She pulled off a folded blanket from the top of the box and slumped the jeans into the empty space. She then pulled out a large, thin, white sheet.
"We've got to blow up your bed but you want one?" Rosie asked innocently.
"Is that?"
"Yeah, another one. I've got a few. They wash but... yeah". Lula was stunned. Is this really happening? She's... I could... It'd be okay... offering... I could... She also...
"Umm..." Lula was hesitant. She literally had no idea how to respond. Rosie tilted her head and sighed.She pulled the rest of the sheet from the box and threw it at Lula. Lula awkwardly caught it. The waft of air that came with it smelt fresh. No smell of pee at all. These really work?
"I'll get the blow up bed" Rosie said as she pushed the box back under the bed, replacing the blanket, and digging out a fresh pair of light grey pyjama shorts from a drawer and pulling them up over her soaked white knickers.
As Rosie quietly opened her bedroom door to go fetch the blow up bed, Rosie stood rubbing the sheet between her fingers. It was soft. She looked back over at Rosie's bed and at the wet path she'd left a while ago. Rosie let go with her left hand and felt between her legs. Her jeans were damp and cold. She could feel the pressure of her fingers against the denim and the rubbing motion on her thigh. Lula snapped her head up and waited a few seconds. Didn't sound like Rosie was coming back yet. With her hand still against her thigh, Lula tensed and pushed. With her ears pricked up and her head reaction to any tiny sound in Rosie's house, she felt as a mall wave of warmth spread through her knickers and into the crotch of her jeans. She immediately regained control and stopped the small flow. The inside of her hand felt soggy. She quickly raised her hand to the inside of her legs and squeezed herself. She felt the saturated denim leak into her fist. Lula moaned quietly to herself. She wiped her hand on the sheet in her other hand. It dried her hand quite well. I could use it tonight. All night. As many times as I d like. Rosie would too; use hers. She always does? I've only brought these jeans... and my pyjama bottoms. I can't go home in wet jeans tomorrow. Fuck no. I could go home in the pyjamas though? Get picked up? That's a normal thing to happen? Rosie's right though, jeans are uncomfortable. Just wear them. You've slept in jeans before. Not wet ones though. You have to?
Lula heard Rosie's bedroom door click shut.
"We'll have to blow it up, the machine thing is too loud"
"Fun" Lula said quietly.
"You're good at blowing now, right?" Rosie joked. Lula felt a wave of normality flush over her as Rosie joked about something other than pee.
"Fuck off" Lula droned back with a poker face.
"You still need to tell me everything" Rosie ordered, unfolding the blue inflatable mattress.
"That'll take ages" Lula exclaimed.
"THAT much happened?"
"NO, no, I meant the mattress"
"You've still got the sheet?"
"... yeah"
"Putting it on?"
"I..."
"You...?"
"This is my only pair of jeans"
"You give too easily Lule's" Rosie laughed, "I've got spares if you want. We'll wash your in the morning with this stuff?"
"I couldn't use yours... that'd be weird?"
"Yeah maybe. Thanks for agreeing though?" Rosie said softly.
"Agreeing?"
"To do this with me? Maybe I'm hoping for once I won't feel guilty after. I'm being selfish I know" Rosie didn't look at Lula once whilst saying this.
"Not selfish. It's okay. I suppose..." Rosie gulped, "I suppose it'd be interesting to... you know... try?" Lula was trying to find the right words to make it sound like she was so looking forward to the night ahead.
The two had been taking turns blowing up the bed for a good 10 minutes. After a while Rosie got up and left her room again. As Lula finished inflating the bed she quickly put on the mattress protector. She didn't want Rosie to see her put it on. That seemed like a weird form of acceptance? Or admittance? Either way she felt strange letting her friend see her put it on. Lula then stretched over the light blue sheet Rosie had also provided. As she finished pulling the last corner, Rosie returned with a glass of water in each hand. She gently pushed her door shut with her waist.
"Why?" Lula asked.
"Well you've agreed so... let's see who gives in first?" she said playfully. A holding contest? Seriously?
"Really? We don't have to actually like, pee, right?" Saying the word pee out loud made Lula's voice go croaky as she felt suddenly nervous saying it.
"Just, one night with me? Make me feel like it's not only me? In a weird sort of really selfish friendly way?" she tried to sound convincing. Lula, of course, needed no convincing.
"You going to stay in them?" Rosie asked, nodding down at Lula's jeans as she handed over the glass of water. Lula nodded without saying anything.
"Oooooh okay, so down it or every few minutes?" Rosie asked somewhat excited.
"Well you hydrate quicker with smaller..."
"Fine, nerd" Rosie scoffed as she took a few small gulps. She nodded at Lula again as if to say drink, Lula took a few gulps too.
"Right so... we'll lay in bed. You need to tell me everything about Tom and we'll drink every couple of minutes?"
Lula had given up trying to find excuses. She knew she wanted to play the game. Rosie was literally offering her a free pass for the night. Rosie carefully darted her way across the room and flicked the light switch. Lula could hear her hurl herself back into her bed and wrap under the duvet. Lula carefully shifted herself down and onto the uneven surface of the blow up mattress. She couldn't tell there was a mattress protector underneath. That was unnerving. She took another swig of water before returning the glass to a bedside table. She shifted her weight and eventually rested on her right hand side, facing Rosie's bed. Lula twinged her feet as she pulled each sock off with her toes. Rosie had also brought in a spare single duvet with a cute floral pattern. Just as she got comfy, Lula leaned back up and undid her bra before pulling it from the back of her T Shirt and onto the carpet next to her. As much as she definitely wanted to pee she was apprehensive to actually go along with it being with Rosie. She also didn't need to go at that moment.
*vrrrrbt* *vrrrrbt*
Rosie's phone screen lit up some of Rosie's room.
"That's him!? That has to be him?" Rosie exclaimed.
Lula picked up her phone to see Rosie was indeed right.
Tom: "Hey thank you for coming tonight. Hope you enjoyed the film. Not sure if I said it before but you looked cute. Hopefully again soon? xx"
"You HAVE to reply RIGHT NOW" Rosie was way more excited than Lula. She had suddenly forgotten their little game and what and felt the butterflies swell her stomach.
"Nu' uh" whimpered Lula.
"You pansy ass fanny come on give me your phone"
"Not. A. Chance" Lula demanded.
"Did he kiss you or did you kiss him?"
"Rosie!"
"Yeah I saw" Lula knew Rosie was grinning from ear to ear. She felt her cheeks go red hot.
"How was it!?" Rosie questioned. Lula started grinning.
"Nice" she said.
"Nice. Is that it? Nice? Come on"
"It was nice"
"So you're a thing?"
"I don;t..."
"Did you not speak about it?"
"No?"
"Was that your first..."
Lula nodded. Rosie heard the shifting sound against the pillow.
"N'awwwwwwww Lule's"
"Shut up"
"Drink" Rosie ordered as she took another few swigs of her glass. Lula was brought back to the here and now. Her thoughts of Tom faded as she snapped back into Rosie's bedroom. Oh yeah. Drinking. Lula felt a conflict of emotions. She wanted to talk about Tom, as much as she wasn't giving much away. She also wanted to play Rosie's game. Ideally however, she didn't want to do both at the same time. It had been her first proper kiss. Her first real intimate moment. She felt it was being ruined by her dirty fetish, Even though Rosie didn't know about it, Lula felt the game wasn't beneficial to how she was feeling. She also knew the game was for Rosie's benefit. She'd gone out of her way tonight to support her if things hadn't gone well. So Lula felt as if she owed Rosie and maybe this was it? Lula took a few sips.
"Was he forceful? Did you want to?"
"Rosie"
"Well?"
"Yes..."
"Yes what? He forced you?"
"No?"
"So you did it too?"
"Yes?" Lula could hear Rosie shift with excitement.
"So the message"
"I'm not replying tonight, I don't know what to say"
"Ahh, keep him waiting. Saucy"
"Saucy?"
"Yes, Lula. Saucy" Rosie replied confidently.
"Don't say anything at least until tomorrow night. Make him wait so he has to think about you"
Damn, that's a good idea.
"That's a good idea..."
"I know you're welcome"
The conversation carried on for a good while. Lula was letting more and more information slip as Rosie persistently asked questions. Every now and then they'd both drink some water until the glasses were empty. Soon after the conversation did down a bit to shorter sentences.
"So you gonna go?" asked Rosie.
"Go?" asked Lula.
"You know?" Rosie questioned.
"I don't know if I can. Feels weird in a bed... and you're here"
"Seriously? It's okay"
"I don't want to get it on the carpet... it might"
"Trust me the sheet will be fine"
"I don't..." Lula was feeling tired. She didn't want to talk about it.
"Oh my God OKAY look" Rosie sounded annoyed again. The corned of her room lit up suddenly as she flicked on her bed side lamp. Lula peered up towards Rosie's bed. She couldn't see her so she pushed herself up and leaned on her arms. Rosie was laying on her side facing Lula. She was almost in the fetal position. Lula could make out a small, dark grey spot on her crotch.
"Look" ordered Rosie as she crotch glowed white in the creases. A flood ran sideways down her left leg and between her thighs. Lula could hear the pee pooling beneath Rosie in the silence of the room.
Rosie flicked off her lamp as Lula could hear the splosh of her friend's pee in the darkness. Lula heard Rosie pull the cover back over.
"It's literally fine"
"And you do that every week?"
"Yes. I've said" She was being blunt.
"Sorry"
"It's okay. Just, trust me please?"
The two girls were silent after that. The sound of Rosie's pee disappeared. Lula felt herself throb. She'd now seen her best friend wet three times in one evening. She wondered how it felt beneath her. How many times will she...?
Lula's body twitched as she rolled over and felt the air bed wobble her onto her back. Her eyes snapped open. Silence. She could hear the faint sound of Rosie breathing. She checked her phone. 04:37. She felt bloated. Her abdomen felt bruised. Oh no. Wow. Should I? She felt her jeans under the duvet. They'd pretty much dried over the last few hours despite the slight dampness. She pushed gently down on her bladder and felt the instant need to pee.
I shouldn't. I want to but I shouldn't. Will she be annoyed if I don't though? She wants me to? She wants to know she's not weird. Huh, that's how I felt when I first did it. Is she into... Nah, she can't be. It's something she's had to live with. Wow I need to go. Lula winced as she considered Rosie waking up in the morning and seeing Lula bone dry. Her thought process was strange and she felt conflicted.
Well you need to go now. Use the bathroom? I'd wake everyone up. Rosie would hear. I couldn't flush the chain that'd definitely wake everyone up. But if I didn't that'd be weird. I don't have a choice... Do I? Despite her thoughts, Lula had already made up her mind. She was just trying to find reasons not to.
Lula closed her eyes and winced. She lay flat on her back with her arms folded. She felt awkward as it wasn't a natural sleeping position. A few seconds passed and she felt the rush from her bladder and the twinge in her vagina as the crotch of her jeans felt warmer and wetter. She started and stopped a few times so not to make a loud hissing sound but the desperation got too much. She eventually let go and let it happen. Lula felt it pool beneath her and spread over the sheet. Rosie was right, it didn't seem to be leaking anywhere. It just stayed and disappeared? Lula arched her back slightly and grasped the sheet beneath her with both hands. As she rested her back down on the air bed she felt the bottom part of her T Shirt get wet. She started to breath heavily but tried to stop it. She knew her ass was saturated. If this sheet was as good as she said.... Rosie flipped her body around as she peed and rested the front of her body on the soaking sheet. The pee fell directly beneath the crotch of her jeans. She felt it spread over the front of her thighs and against the bottom of her stomach. Lula slowly and gently gyrated her hips. She slipped her left hand down the mattress and placed the palm of her hand at the crotch of the jeans. She felt her hand soak as she moved her body against her hand. She felt as if a bubble was enclosing her. Rosie was no longer there. She was in her own little space. Her own moment. She undid her jeans and moved her hand over the top of her saturated knickers. She began to run her finger over the stream of pee and against herself. The sensation was overwhelming. She opened her mouth and bit into the pillow. She couldn't stop her erratic short breaths. Her right fist was clenched tight as she played with herself while peeing. It didn't take long for the stream to finish and Lula to finish herself off. She laid still with waves and waves of pins and needles cover her body from head to toe. She felt tingles pulse from the centre of her body. She bit down hard on the pillow. She let out a final exhale as she started to breath normally again. Silence.
Rosie was still completely asleep. Lula started to get the dirty, guilty feeling. What have I done? Rosie's there! Oh my God. I shouldn't... How do I clean.
Lula soon remembered she didn't need to clean anything. If Rosie was right, the pee wouldn't have leaked anywhere. If anything, she could go again and again, apparently. Lula knew this had to look like an accident. She did up her jeans, wiped her hands over the sheet and hugged the pillow in front of her, still laying on her front. As she moved her hips she could feel the sogginess of her knickers against her wet, sticky skin. She liked it but felt guilty. As she came down from the excitement her heart rate lowered and she felt calmer. With time she felt more at ease and felt herself drift back off....
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*Rustle rustle*
Rosie slowly shifted in her bed before pulling he duvet over and inspecting her body. Her once light grey sorts were no longer. She sat up and felt her top cling to her skin. She had peed in the night more than usual. Had she gained confidence knowing Lula was there?
She scrunched her nose in disgust at what she'd done. She loved acting confident in front of Lula but to herself she always felt guilty as if it could all have been avoided. She sat up a huge dark spot on her sheet which was as wide and tall as Rosie herself. She forced the palm of her hand into the sheet and mattress and felt a shallow, cold puddle of pee soak upwards from the protective sheet underneath. But it was okay. This was normal? Rosie checked her phone. Her parents would indeed have left by now. Rosie slumped out of bed and eyed up Lula asleep on the airbed on the floor below. Had she? would she have? Rosie started to consider she'd been too weird and forceful the night before. She was still unsure whether exposing herself to her best friend was the best idea. Was Lula just being nice? Did she think Rosie was just stupid?
Rosie looked down as she sat on the edge of her bed. She widened her legs and saw a fresh dam spot beneath her on the dry sheet as she sat. Her saturated shorts had left an ass and thigh shaped wet spot. Lula shifted. Rosie froze. A few seconds passed. She was still sleeping. Rosie exhaled. Rosie noticed that Lula's blanket had moved as she shifted. She leaned down towards the floor and innocently inspected Lula's backside Lula's black jeans had an obvious darker shade about them. There was a distinct line on the right hand side of her hips. Rosie smiled. Did she do it for me? Does she have a problem too? She's comfortable with this... Rosie left her bedroom content. She grabbed a towel and headed to the shower. She closed the bedroom door behind her.
*Clink*
Lula's eyes snapped oven and she sat bolt up right. She bounced slightly as she moved so quickly on the airbed. Lula didn't need to feel herself. She knew what she'd done. She felt heavy with shame and damp. She also felt strangely flustered. She had had a dream about Tom. She started to reflect on the events of yesterday evening. Lula lifted the blankets and threw them to the end of the bed. The sheet beneath her was a darker shade of blue and her jeans felt weighted against her legs. She wanted to get out of them.
Lula looked to her right. Rosie wasn't there. Holy fuck. Rosie's pastel lilac bed sheet was soaked a dark purple. The wet spot was huge. Lula uncomfortably stood up and looked at her own sheet. It wasn't as big. Lula didn't think she'd peed in her sleep. She knew she did before but she liked to think she had some control. She felt a twinge in her bladder though. She needed her morning pee. Lula held, however. She assumed Rosie had gone for a shower. She knew if she did anything now it'd be obvious she'd freshly wet or her sheet had been wet on. She felt that her T Shirt was wet and creased with pee. This was the longest she'd stayed in wet clothes. She wasn't sure she liked it. Lula awkwardly got back down onto the air bed and covered herself with the slightly damp blanket. She felt awkward and vulnerable and didn't want Rosie to see her as much as she knew she would when they swapped to get washed.
About 15 minutes later, Lula flinched as Rosie opened her bedroom door and wandered back in. She was in freshly dry black leggings and a long, loose pyjama shirt.
"Morning!" Rosie said enthusiastically.
"Hi" Rosie replied quietly.
"So?"
"So what?
"Did you...?"
There was a pause.
Lula nodded.
"Well..." Rosie started, looking at her own bed, "go get a shower"
"Can you... no look?" Rosie asked.
"Girl you've obviously seen this" Rosie claimed, pointing at her own bed, "just go. It's okay"
Lula sighed and put her phone on the floor. She slowly lifted the blanket and stood up. This was the most vulnerable Lula had ever felt. Rosie looked up and down at Lula and the airbed.
"Hmm" Rosie murmured.
Lula shifted out of the room with her bag. She darted over the landing towards the bathroom and almost slammed the door and locking it. She knew Rosie's parents weren't in but felt it was necessary to feel secure.
*Knock knock knock knock* Lula jumped.
"Put your clothes in the washing bin and we'll wash everything when you're done" Rosie's voiced boomed from behind the door.
Lula looked next to the door and saw a pile of clothes in a hamper. At the top were Rosie's soaked knickers, shorts and top she'd worn to bed. Lula stared. She edged closer and glared at Rosie's shorts. It didn't seem there was a dry spot on them. Lula's bladder twanged again. Would flushing the toilet be awkward given... fuck it. Lula knew she was already wet. She had no idea what would be awkward anymore. She climbed into the bathtub and immediately let her pee flow. She re soaked her jeans for what she thought was the third time in 12 hours. With thoughts of last night and her dreams she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and threw her hand down. She cupped her vagina and felt the pee pool pee from the knickers into her hand. Her and felt warmer and stickier as she could hear the pee gurgle and patter against her palm. Lula's waist jerked and her knees gave. Her right knee bent and she lowered her body, supporting herself with her left hand on the edge of the tub. Lula slipped down and laid in her warm puddle. She was already soaked. So what?
After her shower, Lula happily put on her dry pyjamas and slumped her soaked clothes into the hamper. Reunited with Rosie, the two went downstairs to the washing machine and threw their own wet clothes into the machine. Rosie had also piled together the girls' two sheets and waterproof sheets. Lula felt guilty when she saw Rosie carrying her wet evidence.
TBC later. Busy this evening >.< |
THE SCHOOL TRIP - PART 1
Lula strained as she knelt down and bent her back. She slid her suitcase onto the smooth flooring and the driver lifted it up and onto the pile of luggage. Lula exhaled. She grabbed the strap of her backpack tightly and dropped to her hand the pillow tucked under her other arm. Rosie was stood at the door to the coach. She was smiling and waving at Lula to hurry up, She rolled her eyes in response.
The coach was pretty much filled up from the back to about 6 seats from the front. Rosie tugged at Lula’s arm and pulled her towards one of the last remaining double seats.
“You have the window” demanded Rosie, bobbing her head towards the toilet and raising her eyebrows. Lula understood and edged towards the seat. She took one last look towards the back of the bus. She could spot him a mile away now. Tom’s face stood out from the rest as she caught his gaze and he grinned at her. She was adamant she saw a tinkle in his eyes. He was a good eight rows behind.
*JAB*
“What the fu..!” Lula winced and crunched downwards, worried that from a distance it looked like she’d just collapsed in on herself. She grabbed the side of her waist and rubbed hard on her skin.
“Dick” snapped Lula.
“Sit down then, he’ll be at the other end” laughed Rosie
“That hurt” Lula was still rubbing her injured side as she slumped down onto the seat. Rosie smiled and said nothing. Lula huffed.
The last couple of students came on and took the remaining seats, followed by one of the teachers who stood up at the front of the aisle.
“Quiet everyone!” ordered Mrs. Jones. She was a short plump woman, polite, and respected by most of the student sin the school. The coach fell silent in a few seconds.
“Thank you! We should be there in about two hours. Apologies again for having to search everyone’s luggage but, as we said before, we obviously have a strict no alcohol policy and we want to avoid what happened *cough* last year. If anyone is caught, at any time, during this trip with alcohol or having consumed alcohol we will call someone to come and collect you no ifs or buts”
“Haha. Butts” whispered Rosie.
“Thank you to all of you who shows an interest last minute for this trip. Remember this is for Year 11 geography however, I’d like to think you have an interest in geography and not just looking for a few days off school…?” Mrs. Jones raised her eyebrows as she posed the rhetorical question. A few people sniggered.
“I have been informed that the on board toilet is for number one’s only so for anything else you’ll have to wait… like a grown up!” Mrs. Jones sat down and started fumbling with bits of paper and folders.
“I’m a grown up” said Rosie in a pompous voice, shifting her shoulders. Lula turned slowly and sarcastically raised her eyebrows.
“You can talk” Rosie huffed. Lula dug her elbow sideways.
“Dick! That hurt” Rosie mocked.
“Okay, grown up” Lula mocked back.
Not long into the drive, and only a few songs into her playlist, Lula felt Rosie lean in to her. Lula opened her eyes and lifted her head from her pillow.
“Mmm?” she asked, looking round to Rosie.
“Is it bad I need to go already?”
“Yes. Grown up”
“Funny. But seriously I don’t do well in cars”
“Good job this is a coach then”
Rosie paused with both her hands in front of her.
“You’re a twat, anyone ever told you?”
“Yes” Lula smiled.
“I feel like it’s too awkward to use the toiler this early?”
“Maybe” Lula was trying to remain impartial. The two hadn’t really spoke about pee stuff since the sleepover. Rosie was much more willing to mention it in conversation but Lula never did herself.
“Ugghhh” Rosie grumbled as she noticed Lula rest her head back against her pillow. Rosie could feel every bump and vibration of the coach as it drove down the motorway. The journey wasn’t uncomfortable but she always felt sensitive when she knew her bladder was filling. She was annoyed though as usually this far into a school day she’d be fine, so maybe it was a mental thing? She knew she’d be spending a few hours on a coach not moving around so that might be playing on her. Maybe I don’t need to go that bad. Rosie decided to wait.
Lula felt movement and a bustle and opened her eyes. She looked round as Rosie was standing up. She must be finally going. As Rosie got into the aisle of the coach, voices from the back started to cheer. She must have been the first to use the toilet. She smiled and made a small bow before making her way towards the toilet. People started laughing. Lula couldn’t decide whether it was with Rosie or at her. How can she be so… confident? Damn her.
Lula looked over at Rosie’s seat. Did she… She hadn’t. The seat was dry. Lula didn’t know what to expect or whether she was just being hopeful. There’s no way she’d do anything in front of this many people. She’s crafty and confident but not stupid.
“You lasted about one hour” Lula joked as Rosie slumped herself back into her seat.
“Yew lastid abowt an awah” Rosie mocked. She was in a playful mood. Lula scoffed.
“And you?” Rosie enquired.
“And I what?” Lula asked.
“Well…”
“Don’t please. Not here”
“Well… obviously? We’ve not actually…”
“Seriously. Not here” Lula snapped. Since the sleepover Rosie had been eager to bring it all up in conversation but Lula cut her off every time.
“We haven’t…”
Lula glared at Rosie. Rosie could sense Lula’s growing annoyance and embarrassment.
“Fine” Rosie gave in, “What about Tom?”
Lula flinched at Tom’s name. Rosie smiled at the response.
“How’s it going?” Rosie asked.
“Shhh. Shh. Nut uh” Lula muttered. Rosie’s cheeks beamed as she knew she her hunch was right.
“You know the place we’re going has single rooms apparently. No one would know if…” Rosie winced as Lula grabbed her arm and clenched her hands.
“Please stop” Lula’s face was red and her eyes wide. Lula was realising she was reacting too quickly to anything regarding pee or Tom; and it was always Rosie asking.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me” Rosie said quietly, leaning towards Lula. She tapped her nose with the hand from her arm Lula wasn’t tightly clasping.
My secret?! The pee… Oh right. Tom. Huh. |
The School Trip - Part 2
Lula pushed open the stiff, wooden framed window with some force. It scraped open. The draped curtains either side of her blew gently as the brisk, salty sea air drifted into her room. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. With her eyes closed she could hear the squawking of the seagulls and a distinct but soft crashing of the waves about on the other side of the beach. It was certainly a room with a view. Luckily, the hostel was not only on the sea front but a few minutes out of the town centre so quiet as well; away from the hustle and bustle of the traffic. Lula took a few steps back and slumped down onto the mattress. Her body bobbed twice. The bedframe creaked. It wasn’t the softest of surfaces, but she hadn’t expected total luxury. She swivelled her body round so she was lying flat down the bed. Not too bad I suppose. She pushed her head down into the pillow and took another deep breath of sea air; which she realised was making the room quite cold.
Lula closed the window and locked it. She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out her soft blanket which was folded on top. She wrapped herself up inside it and curled back up on the bed. Not too bad at all. Lula wrestled underneath the blanket to move the duvet aside. As she slid underneath she heard a distinct rustling sound. She froze in place. Silence. The hairs on her arms stood up. Lula frantically fought her way out of the duvet and blanket and threw them towards the end of the bed. She knelt down and pulled back the bed sheet.
*Creak creak creak creak*
Footsteps. Shiiiit.
Lula panicked and fell backwards onto the floor, letting go of the sheet. The footsteps went past her door and down the corridor. Shit.
Her heart thumped in her chest as the footsteps silenced. Composing herself, Lula crawled back up the the bed and pulled up the sheet. Well damn. It was as she expected; there was a mattress protector underneath. It’s a youth hostel. Loads of people sleep in here. Makes sense. She didn’t know how to feel. Her instinct was telling her not to use it, not to be silly, just be normal. She stretched the sheet back into place and shook her head. Nope. Nope. Nope. She wanted to spend the next few days having fun. Normal fun.
*Creak creak creak thump thump thumpthumpthumpthump*
*Knockknockknockknockknock*
Lula flinched at the realisation that was probably Rosie coming to get her. She made the bed look tidy and went to open the door.
“Room service!” Rosie said in a high pitched voice with her hands behind her back before lunging past Lula into the room.
“Why the energy?” Lula asked, closing the door.
“Oh I do love to be beside the seaside” Rosie began to sing, turning round to face Lula before falling backwards onto the bed.
“Like an excitable puppy” Lula joked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Aroooooooo” Rosie howled, clenching her fists and closing her eyes.
“Shhhhh” Lula nudged her.
“So I have a plan!” Rosie spluttered, fumbling herself upright.
“A plan…?”
“Yes. A plan. So. You, are going to… stalk him”
Rosie raised her eyebrows and blinked at Rosie.
“Stalk… him?”
“Mmhmm” Rosie nodded.
“Stalk?”
“Innocently” Rosie admitted.
“There’s different ways of stalking?”
“Yeah, innocently… carefully… pervy?”
“Okay stop listing”
“Look, you watch him from afar, he sees you looking, you look away. You can see if he’s looking. See if he’s interested. Make him know you’re interested. Next thing you know, late night beach walk under the stars holding hands and awwww”
Lula stared at Rosie with a confused expression.
“… Or you could run into the sea, he’ll take his top off and come and save you”
“I’d love to see the ideas you threw out”
“Nah, you wouldn’t” Rosie admitted.
“Wait, you’ve actually thought this through?”
“Yes” Rosie nodded.
“You’re being serious?”
“Yes” Rosie smiled.
“Damn”
Rosie turned to face Lula and crossed her legs.
“Is. He. Not. Why. You’re. Here?”
Lula paused.
“I like… beaches?”
Rosie winced at Lula.
“Beeeaacchhesss”
Lula grinned at Rosie.
“I see through your lies!” Rosie pointed in Lula’s face.
“I don’t lie”
“No?”
“No”
“Okay then. Tell me you’ve not already found it”
“Found what?” Lula asked confused.
“You tell me”
Lula lowered her brow. She felt her cheeks go warm.
Rosie sighed and scrambled off the bed backwards.
“Exhibit A” she said confidently, pointing her open hands towards the bed. Lula was still sitting on the edge. Rosie folded the duvet over and pulled the sheet from under the mattress.
“Exhibit A” she said again, almost more relieved, smiling.
“Okay?” Lula was avoiding eye contact.
“You’re a bad liar beach girl”
“I won’t, I can’t” Lula began to admit.
“It’s fine. But don’t tell me you didn’t find it”
“I… did”
“Mmmm” Rosie murmured.
Lula was starting to realise there was a weird connection between Rosie and herself after the sleepover. They both darted around the topic of pee like they both knew what they were on about when discussing it. Maybe she IS into it. No. Nope. This trip is NOT for that.
“Leave it. I’m not going to”
“It’s okay” Rosie answered again.
“You’re going to get his bed wet?” Rosie giggled.
Lula let out a whelp and walked over to slap Rosie’s arm.
A little later all of the students had met in the lobby of the hostel ready for the afternoon’s activity. They’d spent the morning travelling and up until around 1pm with free time. The plan was that they were going for a simple ‘Seafront Experience’, as the teachers called it, and were to return before 4pm before it got too dark.
“We’ll stop along the way to inspect the local environment and we’ll finish at the chip shop. I expect you to look out on the way for evidence of environmental erosion and human impact” Mrs. Jones requested to the crowd of students.
“So were going for a walk?” one voice shouted from the bustle. Some people laughed.
“Yes Lewis, a walk” Mrs. Jones replied sarcastically before ushering the group outside.
Lula pulled at her jacket as the cold air brushed her face. She tensed her whole body in an attempt to get the blood flowing.
With about half an hour left of the ‘experience’, the group had stopped after a slight uphill walk. Looking out towards the sea, Lula realised they were higher up than before. The beach was now full of stones and there appeared to be a drop between the group and what she assumed would be flat ground going out to sea. Some of the eager Year 11’s were writing in small pocket notebooks. Tom was one of them. Lula smiled. She liked how, despite being sporty, he actually paid attention in his other lessons. He obviously wanted to do well. She also realised he continued to impress with his clothes. Whilst some of the older students had been trampling along in tracksuits, Tom was tidily dressed in a polo shirt and jeans. He had a thick woollen jacket over the top which had collar he’d left upright.
After a few seconds Lula realised she hadn’t been listening to what Mrs. Jones had been saying to the group. They’d started to finally make their way onto the beach. Lula was trying to catch up with what’d been said as she saw Tom walk away from her towards the stones.
The stones were loose under her feet. They made a satisfying sound as they piled together but Lula felt wobbly and unstable in her black Vans. As she waddled forwards, the slope of the beach came into view. Lula worried she’d slip down and fall flat on her ass. At the peak of the hill, Lula felt the wind wobble her body. She recalled Mrs. Jones explaining something about the water and the beach and the wind but couldn’t remember how or why. Lula put her arms outwards to regain her balance as she carefully stepped her way down the bank. After about ten steps Lula felt her right foot sink and her knee jerked. Seconds away from landing on her face she felt a hand grab her right shoulder. As she regained her balance, Lula shifted her weight and exhaled.
“Thank you” she said, turning around.
Charlotte let go of Lula’s shoulder. Lula’s expression dropped as she was face to face with her.
“That’s alright” Charlotte replied, folding her arms.
There was an awkward silence. With Charlotte a step further up the embankment, Lula felt overshadowed as she looked up at her.
“So… you stop me from falling over and we’re okay?” Lula found the courage to blurt out.
“Dunno. Are we?”
“Ha. You tell me” Lula’s heart was beating hard in her chest. Adrenaline had taken over nerves. The brisk air blew Lula’s hair round her face and Charlotte’s hair in front of her own as they stood there in a stand-off. Lula couldn’t tell from Charlotte’s expression if she was being sincere or just bitchy. Lula scoffed and carefully took a slow step backwards. She turned and began to walk towards the flatter ground.
“What did she want, you okay?” Rosie asked, scampering over to Lula, clicking stones out of the way as she trod.
“It’s fine”
“Fine?” Asked Rosie.
“Think she way trying to be nice?”
“Weird”
“Maybe” Lula was trying to avoid talking about Charlotte. She still didn’t know if she wanted to be friends with her again after what happened before. She hated not liking people though, especially those who were supposed to be her friends.
The girls made their way to the edge of the beach. The waves were rolling out to where they were standing. The bubbles fizzed as they sunk in between the stones. A strong waft of salt filled Lula’s nose each time wave came closer.
“It’s nice, really, isn’t it?” Rosie asked, staring out to sea.
“Yeah” Lula replied. Both girls were stood with their hands in their pockets to keep them warm.
“So do you want me to push you or are you going to run in?”
“What?!” Lula exclaimed.
“So Tom can come and rescue you?”
“I can’t tell if you’re…”
Rosie raised her eyebrows and smiled. Lula sighed.
“Can I, we, just not… not?”
“But I thought you…”
“Can we just be here? I just want to not for a bit?” Lula looked back out to sea, She was almost starting to feel annoyed with Rosie trying too hard to help her. She was starting to lose interest in her help as her ideas were both enthusiastic and silly.
“Oh… okay” Rosie replied, almost saddened.
Lula sighed again.
“Sorry. I just… I don’t know how to feel”
“It’s okay beach girl” Rosie said, leaning in and resting her head on Lula’s shoulder.
“Thank you” Lula said as Rosie linked her arm through Lula’s before replacing it back into her pocket.
Both girls jumped. The tide had come in just enough that the last wave had soaked their shoes.
“Shit” Lula said out loud.
“Ugh that’s freezing”
As the girls took a few steps away from the edge of the water they turned to see Charlotte approaching.
“What’s your problem?” she snarled at Lula and Rosie.
“Sorry?” asked Lula.
“You’re both being snaky bitches”
“Says you?” replied Rosie, looking Charlotte up and down. Charlotte turned her head slowly towards Rosie and winced her nose in a look of disgust.
“If you’re not gonna give me a chance then you can both get fucked”
“You’re pissed at… us?” Rosie asked, confused. Charlotte sniffed.
“We’re done” Charlotte hissed.
“Okay?” Lula replied softly.
“Nah, Lule’s, I don’t get it” snapped Rosie, “You try to fuck her over now make us feel bad for not wanted to talk to you?”
“She your bodyguard?” Charlotte asked Lula, tilting her head towards Rosie.
Rosie started to take a step towards Charlotte, in front of Lula. Charlotte scoffed and pushed Rosie back with some force. Rosie fell over her own legs and fell backwards into an approaching shallow wave. There was a splash and then a thud as Rosie hit the stones hard. She sat there in disbelief for a few seconds. The incoming wave had subsided and dispersed. Rosie however, was soaked from her backside to her ankles. Her black jeans glistened from the impact with the freezing sea water. Her face held no expression. She stared forward just breathing heavily.
“CHARLOTTE” screeched Mrs. Jones’ voice from across the beach. The sound of scattering stones came closer as Mrs. Jones tried her hardest not to fall over herself as she hastily made her way to the girls. Lula’s fists were clenched. She was holding back from punching Charlotte in the gut but wanted to help Rosie up also. Lula had never been in a fight. She hated violence. She would never dare do anything in view of a teacher. In that moment however, that’s all she wanted to do.
The sounds of scattered stones came from multiple angles as more people came to see what had happened. Lula was seeing red though. There were now about eight people surrounding the girls and Mrs. Jones trying to stand between the girls. Lula had hardly noticed them all. She certainly hadn’t noticed Tom helping Rosie to her feet. Mrs. Jones was talking and trying to calm the situation down, but Lula wasn’t even listening. She was staring down Charlotte as she was back.
Lula felt a hand rest on her left shoulder. The person’s fingertips gently tightened around her as she felt the person pull her slightly back. She felt another hand smother her left fist which was clenched tightly. She hadn’t realised her hands were shaking. Her left hand became warm with the cover of the other person’s hand. She felt a thumb gently rub against her own. She started to loosen her fist. She began to breathe again. In… Out… In… Out…
She blinked and tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t tell if it was from emotion or the cold air. Charlotte was being ushered away by Mrs. Jones. Lula let out a deep breath. She collapsed her fists and turned to the person holding her. It was Tom. She inhaled deeply and fell into his chest. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry. Despite feeling more than comfortable in Tom’s embrace, she shuffled out of his hold, ignoring him, and held Rosie by both her arms.
“I’m SO sorry” she gasped. This made her tear up. Rosie was still blank faced.
“It’s okay”
“No, it’s not” Lula sniffled. She hugged Rosie. She was shivering slightly. Tom took off his jacket and demanded Rosie put it on. There was an awkward bustle back to the main road as everyone was ordered to group up and make their way back to the hostel. There was little conversation as the girls walked back with their arms joined. Rosie awkwardly plodded along with her whole backside soaked from the sea. By the time they got back to the hostel, the wet patch was no longer glistening but in the light was obviously there. Rosie assured the teachers she was okay and just wanted to go back to her room before dinner. She gave Tom his jacket back, thanked him, and started to walk herself back to her room without Lula.
Lula was left in the middle. She wanted to follow Rosie but she hadn’t even spoken to Tom on the whole walk back. He’d helped out and been amazing but it hadn’t been the right time to talk about anything.
“Th.. thanks for that” Lula sniffled at Tom.
“Will she be okay?” he asked, folding his jacket over his arm.
“I hope so. I’ve never seen her… quiet like this?”
“Let me know. Go with her” he nodded towards Rosie.
Lula looked up at him and smiled with tears in her eyes. She was still coming down from her adrenaline fuelled stand off. Tom pulled Lula closer and hugged her. She knew her heartbeat hadn’t slowed much and he could probably feel it against his chest. Lula felt Tom shift his head so he was looking straight down at her. He pulled away.
“Go” he said. Lula smiled again, not knowing what to say, feeling flustered.
Lula ran after Rosie and walked in silence with her back to her room. Rosie opened her door and said nothing as Lula followed her in. Her room’s layout was the same. Rosie slumped her way straight into the tiny attached bathroom fiddling with the button on her jeans. Lula took a few steps forward, not seeing her trying to unbutton herself.
“Ah fuck it” Rosie said from round the corner of the door.
Lula peered round and saw Rosie sat on the toilet, jeans still up, with her face in her hands. The ever familiar sound of droplets then a stream hitting the toilet filled the room.
“Oh…” Lula whimpered as she pulled herself back from watching.
“It’s fine, Lule’s” Rosie whimpered herself. Wait. Was she…?
Lula slowly peered around the door again as Rosie was indeed peeing straight through her jeans into the toilet. Her head was still in her hands.
There was an awkward silence between the girls as Rosie peed. As the stream died down back to a few droplets Rosie pulled her hands away.
“They were wet anyway, right?” She wiped her eyes.
“I’m…”
“You didn’t do anything” Rosie assured her.
“No I know, I should have…”
“No. It wasn’t your fault. And you shouldn’t have done anything”
“Why did you…?”
“Because she’s never wrong!”
“Do you want any,,,”
“Nope” Rosie snapped. “Not the first time this has happened, right?” She was evidently less enthusiastic and excitable than usual. She was being blunt and direct. Her attempts at making a joke of the situation were coming over as annoyed observations.
Rosie patted her legs down as she stood up and observed the damage.
“I mean… you can’t really…” Lula began to comfort her. Only her backside has been soaked from the pee; the area which had been previously soaked from being pushed into the sea.
"Did you like that?" Rosie asked. Lula was stunned.
"Like what?"
"This?" Rosie asked, turning her body to show her soaked backside.
"I don't know what you're..."
Why is she asking me that? Did I 'like' it? What?
“Whatever. I’ll see you later? I want to get a shower” Rosie said. Lula knew that was her call to leave.
“I’m sorry, Rosie”
“For what?” Rosie turned to Lula finally and smiled. Her eyes were red and she still obviously had tears in her eyes. Lula’s eyes began to fill again too.
“Just sorry”
Rosie nodded gently towards the door. Lula attempted a smile and made her way out. |
The School Trip - Part 3
Lula: “You’ve gone quiet x”
Lula: “Please say something?”
Lula: “I’ll come to you?”
Rosie: “You’ll get told off”
Lula: “And?”
Rosie: “I’m okay”
Lula: “Please let me help. No one thinks it’s your fault”
Rosie: “It’s not that”
Lula: “You’ve just lost all your”
Lula: “Energy”
Rosie: “(:”
Lula: “Come on this isn’t like you”
Rosie: “(:”
Lula: “Hold on”
Rosie widened her eyes and locked her phone, dropping it onto her chest as she lay in bed. She had been taken back form the events earlier in the day. She knew she was bubbly and confident at the best of times but it was all a barrier to how insecure she was about most things. One thing she hated especially was public humiliation. She’d had times in the past where her bladder problem had presented itself when she didn’t want it to and had had accidents when out with family. She always acted on the playfulness to hide how nervous she usually was. Admittedly, Lula’s life was a nice distraction to her own recently. She was enjoying supporting her friend more than thinking about herself. She hated getting help herself though. Although, she desperately wanted to tell Lula what Tom had said earlier but didn’t know how or when to bring it up.
Lula gently creaked her door closed and tip toed out into the poorly lit corridor. The lock of her door clicked into place and she stood there, cautiously, in silence. There was an intermittent buzzing along the length of the ceiling, but Lula couldn’t work out from where. She slowly edged her way over the rough carpet past some doors. There were a few knocks and bangs from the rooms she was passing by. Each sound made her freeze and hold her breath. About a minute of careful navigation in the partial darkness, Lula reached Rosie’s door. Shit. How do I…? She clasped the door handle and gently wiggled it, knocking softly on the hard wood. Lula heard faint footsteps coming closer. Rosie quietly opened the door and let Lula slip inside.
“Why did you come?”
“Because this time you need me. I think”
“Lule’s” Rosie hugged Lula.
“I didn’t know she’d…”
“It’s okay. It’s not that. I don’t do fighting so that’s why I stayed down”
“What is it then?”
Rosie pulled Lula towards the bed away from the door and they both sat down. Lula could see Rosie's black jeans from earlier laid out on the radiator drying. They continued to whisper loudly.
“With my… problem” Rosie started, waving her hands around and subtly pointing towards her crotch, “I don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t… I’m not… I can’t…” it sounded like Rosie had a lump in her throat. Lula hadn’t seen Rosie this emotional for a long time.
“I don’t like things happening in public. I… it’s happened before, not with any of you around, and I just can’t… I hate what people think of me when stuff happens”
Lula didn’t know how to respond.
“You’re like my best friend and since, you know, what Charlotte said ages ago, I’ve realised that maybe I’m more normal? I trust you. You’re not horrible”
“Thanks?” Lula said softly.
“Really though. You don’t judge people. You’re too nice. People aren’t nice anymore”
“You’re nice” Lula attempted to reassure her.
“I’m broken” Rosie admitted, sniffing, with a glisten of a tear fall down her cheek. Lula began to well up too.
“No you’re not”
“See. Too nice” Rosie whimpered, leaning on Lula’s side. Lula put her arm round her friend and pulled her tight. There was about a minute of silence.
“I think she’s being picked up tomorrow” Lula eventually claimed.
“We were all such good friends” Rosie said quietly.
“We are” Lula admitted.
“Yeah obviously. I don’t know why she’s turned so bitchy. Beth hasn’t spoken much either”
“I think Beth is trying to stay out of it. I feel it’s all my fault”
“Charlotte started it all though” Rosie sniffed.
“…yeah”
Rosie suddenly jerked away from Lula and wiped her eyes.
“So” she snapped. That was a quick change in mood?
“So what? What’s up?”
“It’s okay. I’m okay. Look” Rosie took a deep breath, “earlier when, I was, after I was pushed”
“Yeah…”
“And Tom helped me up”
“Yeah…”
“He…”
“He what?”
Rosie let out a small snort of a giggle.
“What?!” Lula whispered slightly louder. Rosie smiled at Lula whilst tilting her head. That’s not her usual smug smile.
“He likes you Lule’s” Rosie admitted, bring her hands to her mouth with a cheesy grin. She shook her knees in excitement.
What the fuck. Lula’s heart jolted from a resting pace to a sudden strong beat. Her stomach expanded as she took a deep breath and seemed to feel bloated and wobbly. Her fingers tingles as a rush of pins and needles flowed from her head to her toes.
“How do you…”
“When you had your stand off with Charlotte, he helped me up”
“Yeah…, and?”
“He was nice and made sure I was okay”
“AND?” Lula whispered even louder.
“He said like, ‘wow she’s amazing’. I agreed. His eye. He had a twinkle. He couldn’t stop looking at you. I could see it. Him. Fixed on you”
Lula’s heart seemed to pound inside her stronger and faster with every other beat. She felt her face go red hot when Rosie told her what Tom had said.
“It’s so cute” Rosie said in a high-pitched whisper.
“I…” Lula couldn’t find her words. She was totally flustered.
“He’s year eleven though” Lula said with disdain. Her hands had started to sweat as she began to clench her fists with nervousness. Rosie held both of Lula’s arms and leaned in close.
“That’s his biggest concern. He said he doesn’t want it to be weird”
“…yeah” Lula began to whimper.
“People will think…”
“He’s with a younger girl yeah” Rosie admitted.
“He can’t…”
“He said, ‘the way she stands up for you’, as in me, he liked it”
Lula let out a small exhale of air as she scoffed. She sniffed and tightly closed her eyes to stem the tears.
“He said ‘damn’”
“Not damn” Lula tried to joke.
“He said ‘damn, Rosie, I like her’” Lula felt like she missed a heartbeat and had to take some quick breaths to catch up. Her insides felt hollow as the butterflies took up the space. She felt like she was being gently tickled by their wings underneath her skin.
“He said it?”
“Yeah” Rosie smiled, wiping away the last of her tears.
“I came here to help you you know” Lula said under her breath.
“You have no idea how much you’ve helped me” Rosie admitted, pulling Lula in for a hug.
“Go get him” she whispered into Lula’s ear. Lula pushed away.
“I cannot get caught. I can’t” The idea of going to see Tom tonight was horrifying. Exciting. Dangerous. Flustering. Necessary?
“If they catch me with him he’ll get…”
“Don’t get caught” Rosie said confidently, squeezing Lula’s arms.
“I’m under… he’s sixteen”
“God Lule’s you don’t have to do anything just go tell him!” Rosie gently shook Lula’s arms.
Lula took a deep breath to compose herself.
“I...”
“CAN. You CAN” Rosie reassured her. Lula couldn’t hold back the tears. She coughed and spluttered as she lost control. She leaned forwards and put her head in her hands. Rosie leaned forwards as well and their foreheads touched. Rosie grabbed Lula’s hands and held them tight.
“I love you Lule’s, I do” Rosie whispered. Lula nodded gently.
“I think you gotta go get him though” she admitted.
The two girls sat there for a few minutes until Lula had composed herself. They still sat leaning towards each other with their foreheads supporting themselves. After a while, Lula straightened her upper body and wiped down her face. She pulled her hair back behind her ears and stared at Rosie, who was still innocently smiling. She had genuine compassion in her eyes. Rosie leaned forwards and wiped the remaining tear from Lula’s cheek.
“Go” she smiled.
Lula took a deep breath and carefully got off from Rosie’s bed. She wiped her hands off on her pyjama shorts and stood in disbelief.
“Go!” Rosie encouraged.
“But…”
“I’m fine. Thanks to you. Now go have your moment” Rosie encouraged again.
“Thank you” Lula whimpered, her hands flat against her shorts.
“Thank you” Rosie replied, “He’s in forty two” she said.
Lula closed Rosie’s door gently. She heard it lock behind her. She was alone in the poorly lit corridor again.
Forty two. Forty two. Forty two. No. Nonononono. Go to your room. Don’t. Oh my god. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He said it… Oh my god. Forty two. That’s… left? No. Just go back. Ohhhhhhh.
Shit. Oh shit. There it is. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Okay. In. Out. In. Out. You’re breathing too loudly. Oh fuck. Go back. Go back. Go back.
Lula closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She kept inhaling erratically in short bursts as her body shook. She held her breath for a few seconds. Her entire face was clenched and tense. She could feel the pressure against all her teeth as she locked her jaw in place.
*badum. badum. badum. badum. badum*
Her heart was thumping against her chest. It felt as if the beat echoed down the corridor. Every time Lula loosened her fingers she immediately clenched her fists again. Her fingertips ached with tension. She could feel the skin under nails burn where she’d peeled the skin away not long before. She exhaled. Her mouth had formed a small ‘o’ as she tried to calmly empty her lungs. Her eyes were still shut tight.
Lula snapped her eyes open. The door was still in front of her. Nothing had changed. She hadn’t done anything. She felt like so much time had passed.
*bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*
She creaked her head to the right to see the fire exit sign emitting a low hum. The green light it emitted as the only light in the corridor. Lula looked down to see her clenching and unclenching her fists. She could make out her toes wriggling and tensing in her white socks. She looked back up at the door. She took half a step backwards and started to breath erratically. Lula slapped her hands over her mouth and lowered her head. Her breathing had become louder. Lula started to shake her head trying to convince herself to breathe quieter.
She attempted a few more deep breaths. He spine straightened as she felt herself back up against the wall behind her. Her T Shirt rolled up as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her backside slumped onto the carpet with her legs up in front of her; her feet planted on the floor. She was sat up in a foetal position. Lula’s head was still deep in her hands. She could feel her fingers dampen from tears and her palms get warm from her breath. Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop. Please stop. Please stop.
Lula tried to listen to the buzz of the nearby sign. She figured if she could still hear the buzz then she wasn’t breathing or crying too loud. She sharply held her breath.
Silence.
She widened her eyes and frantically looked up to the sign. The green glow still dimly lit the area around her. The buzz had stopped. Did it even start? When did it stop? Was it always buzzing? Is there a room behind me? Did they hear me hit the wall? What if someone comes? Lula’s throat felt swollen as she grasped the loose material of her pyjama shorts and clenched them in her fists. Her top lip trembled as she tried to stop panicking. She wanted to go back to her room. What am I doing? Stupid. Stupid. Fucking. Stupid.
Lula let go of her shorts and wiped her eyes. Her hands were shaking.
*badum. badum. badum. badum. badum*
She hadn’t calmed much but suddenly felt a sense of composure. She took a few controlled breaths and began to try and stand up. As she folded her right leg under her backside the door handle in front of her creaked and lowered. She was stunned in place. The door gently swung into the room an inch. Lula’s throat started to swell again as her eyes welled up. The silhouette of a head peeked from the gap between the door and the wall. The room behind the face was slightly lit like an orange blur behind her teary eyes.
“Lula?” Tom spoke quietly.
Lula burst into tears and nodded before finally looking down to the floor. She had fallen back onto the floor and was resting on her leg. She once again held her head in her hands, covering her eyes as she wept.
“What’s…?” Tom started to ask. He didn’t finish his sentence. Lula heard the door creak open fully before hearing two footsteps move towards her. There was a rustle as Tom squatted down to her.
“Shhh. Shhh” Lula flinched as she felt his hands on the back of her shoulders pull her in slightly. Without hesitation she let go of her face and grappled his back. She lifted herself up to him, pulling him down even more. She sobbed into his right shoulder. She sniffed as she felt a string of snot dangle from her nostrils. She knew she was a mess. Lula flinched again as she felt Tom’s right hand move from her shoulder blades, up the back of her neck and his fingers intertwine with her hair. It felt like the palm of his hand cushioned the back of her head. They were in full embrace and she felt protected, despite the crying.
“Come on” Tom whispered into her ear as she felt his pull her up slightly. Lula complied, using his strength to pull herself up. They were now standing; Lula’s face was pressed against the top of Tom’s chest. He continued to rub his fingers over her head and through her hair. She shivered at the sensation.
Lula could feel her body being shifted forwards as Tom took a step backwards towards his room, not letting go of her. She went with his movements. Eventually Lula scrunched her big toes and felt her socks press into a slightly thicker carpet. She was gently swung around and she heard Tom’s door close. She was in his room. She was with him. She felt like he had full control of her and in that moment that’s exactly what she wanted. She had let herself into someone else’s bubble. Another person was responsible for her. Someone else’s security was her safety. She began to weep more.
*badum badum badum badum*
She was certain he could feel her aggressive heartbeat against his chest. They hadn’t moved for a while. They just stood there. He was just standing there. He said nothing. He was letting her have her moment. He was letting her calm down. He’s… I just need to… I can’t. I want to. I have to. He… I… Oh no. No. No no no. Oh. I…
Lula looked up at Tom. He looked down at her. His face was blurry behind her tears. She could make out his features though. His skin was a golden colour in the orange glow of the lights. Just… I… Can’t… I… I…
“I love you” she whimpered as she began to cry more. With those words Lula felt a flush of pins and needles from her head to her toes. Her stomach relaxed as a massive weight felt as if it had lifted. She scrunched her toes into the carpet even more.
Tom tensed his back as he felt Lula pull and clench at his T Shirt. She had sunk her face back into his chest. He took a sharp inhale of breath at what she’d said. Still stroking her head he looked up and around the room. He felt his mouth form a smile. He fought against it but was losing. He thought he’d known for a while, but she was usually so hard to read. So reserved. So innocent. So cute. So beautiful. He tensed his hand at her head and pulled her closer. She felt the pressure and looked up at him again.
He was looking down into her eyes. He was smiling. He hasn’t said anyth…
Tom moved his face to hers. Lula felt her head comfortably sandwiched between his own head and hand. She felt a stronger wave of pins and needles as the tip of her tongue twitched against his. Everything disappeared. Everything went quiet, Her heart rate lowered. Her toes relaxed. Her fists unclenched. Her body felt floppy as, in this moment, everything was going on in her head. Her mind was exploding as she had finally admitted what she’d not said for so long. From the first time they’d met, to the texts, the talks, the awkwardness, the giggles, the reassurance, the comfort, the… the… She’d lost her drain of thought. He wasn’t being too forceful. As he had some seconds moving his tongue around hers she gained an instance of confidence and kissed back. The feeling was mutual. Oh it was so mutual. She wanted to give back. She wanted to prove. They continued for no longer than thirty seconds. To Lula however, time had stopped, Nothing else was happening. No one else existed. It was just the two of them. As Lula’s effort into the kiss weakened slightly Tom pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. She felt flushed again. Her face and cheeks fizzed with warmth. She could feel herself grinning. What had been a cry had turned into a chesty giggle every so often. She looked upwards slightly. The tips of their noses bounced off each other.
“I love you too”
Still smiling, Lula’s chest bounced a few times as she felt the tears come back. She was no longer nervous. She was no longer anxious. These were happy tears. Lula pulled Tom close again and hugged him tight. Her right ear was pressed against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat over her own. It was fast. He’s nervous? Excited? Telling the truth? For me? She grinned wholesomely and closed her eyes again.
“You have to go back” Tom convinced her quietly. Lula knew it was totally against the rules to stay, let alone be in his room. They both knew this. Lula didn’t think for long. What started as a small quick nod turned into a sure nod against his chest. Lula stopped. She began to shake her head. Slowly. Left, right, left, right, as she felt her nose dig into his chest.
“You can’t…” he began to say.
“I know” she whimpered.
“I could… I’ll use the spare blanket on the floor?” Lula could feel his head lift as he looked over to the spare blanket he’d pushed onto the floor at the end of his bed. Lula didn’t react immediately. I shouldn’t be here. Could I…? Do I have any control? What if I said…? Lula could feel herself have thoughts she’d never had before. She shook her head into his chest again.
“You can’t. We can’t”
“Lay with me” she said with an unusual tone of confidence; her face still buried in his chest.
Tom pulled the cover up and slipped under first. He didn’t want to make it feel he was trapping Lula against the wall. Lula followed him under and snuggled with the duvet. She’d never done this before. She’d only ever had a bed to herself. All the space to herself. The duvet to herself. All the pillows. She shivered as she felt her bare legs brush against his. The hairs on his legs tickled as he moved his calves.
“I… I just want to lay” she said nervously. She was totally not prepared for anything. This was all so spontaneous. Just laying with him was enough. She started to feel nervous again.
“Of course” he replied warmly.
“We can’t. I can’t. I’ve never…”
“It’s okay” he reassured, “I… huh. I haven’t eit…” he began. Lula shook her head.
“I don’t care. Just lay” She turned around and felt his body against hers. His arm was wrapped over her side as she hugged it. She felt completely secure. She’d spooned her own pillows in her bed but doing it for real was just… so real? So nice.
Lula wiggled her waist and bent her legs at her knees. Once again they wrapped their calves together. As they lay there Lula started to consider the face he’d only been wearing his boxers and a T Shirt. She was in loose pyjama shorts and a T Shirt. A lot of skin was exposed between the two of them. She could reel the roughness of his hairy legs against her smooth skin. She knew everything about this was so wrong but it all felt so right. She could feel hear heart rate resting as she became more and more relaxed and fell more and more in love; whilst feeling more and… more… tired. |
The School Trip - Part 4
Lula took a few deep breaths and yawned. She shifted on her side and separated her toes, wiggling her feet and stretching out her legs. Her left leg began to creep out of the cover and off the side of the bed. As she twitched she felt bloated and strained in the stomach and immediately curled back up,
What… what was that? She felt a limb stretch out and brush against the back of her legs.
Whatthefuck.
Lula snapped her eyes open and held her breath. She didn’t recognise the walls in front of her. She grabbed the duvet tightly and winced. There was a faint breathing form behind her. She felt the mattress budge as a weight moved.
Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh no. Oh fuck. Lula suddenly remembered where she was. The room was ambient and was dimly lit by the rising sun outside. The curtains gently swayed in the breeze let in by the window. Lula felt her heart rate start to increase. She had fallen asleep facing away from Tom and woke up in the same position so obviously hadn’t moved much. She started to recall what had happened the night before. The room was cold. She pulled her foot back under the cover which had retained a lot of warmth. With every movement however, she felt her stomach ache and her bladder swell. Her body was naturally tensed and holding the morning’s pee.
Lula couldn’t turn around to face Tom. She felt elated but so incredibly nervous and anxious and flustered. She smiled hopelessly at herself at what she could remember before getting into bed. She felt safe where she was but knew she couldn’t stay.
I have to get back. I can’t be found here. I can’t wake him up. I can’t look at him. Oh wow. Uh. I need to go back. I need to… go. Christ. I need to piss. NO. Not here. Don’t be so fucking stupid. Just sneak back to your room.
Without turning to face Tom, Lula slithered out of the cover one limb at a time. She pressed the toes of her right foot on to the carpet below as she rotated onto her front. She had forced herself into a really awkward position with her left leg still in the bed. The duvet pulled as she turned round. Tom sniffed quietly which turned into a slightly louder snort. Lula froze.
With her left foot on the floor, she supported her own weight and placed her right palm on the floor too. In one sure movement she pulled the rest of her body to the floor with a thud.
What the fuck are you doing? Lula’s heart was still pounding away. She felt like Kayako from The Grudge, almost on all fours on the floor feeling really awkward. She shivered as a gust of brisk air lifted the curtains and frisked her bare legs. This didn’t help the bladder situation. As well as getting off the bed, Lula was focusing on holding her pee too. Ooohhhhh damn.
Lula looked up and slowly began to stand. Her legs were slightly apart as she supported herself. Tom seemed to still be asleep. She pressed the button on her phone and it read 07:47. I should be able to get back. She knew she had to be quick.
Picking up her phone she took one last look at Tom asleep. Her heart throbbed as she couldn’t help but smile. She could feel her dimples carving away at her cheeks. Just looked at him made her feel giddy.
Are we a thing now? Are we… Do I have to ask him? Will he ask me? Oh my God. Wow. This is… Go. Just go!
Lula felt terrible and felt like she was bailing but she knew she couldn’t be found in Tom’s room. She tiptoed over the floor to the door. Slowly, quietly, she pushed down the handle and creaked it open enough to listen for anyone moving around. She bobbed up and down on the spot as she carried on holding. There were no sounds. Lula quickly slipped through the door and held it as it closed. The lock clicked.
*badum badum badum badum*
Trying to waste no time, Lula daintily crept through the corridor on her tip toes, freezing at every creak of the floorboards.
No no no no. Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Lula began to scrunch up her face as she darted past the bedroom doors. Despite the excitement she now felt vulnerable. What if she was found? What if a teacher was getting ready to knock on doors? What’s her explanation? She coulnd’t think of anything other than being quiet and holding her pee.
As Lula crept past Rosie’s door she considered knocking and going in. She had so much to say. SO much to tell her friend. Rosie’s room also had the closest toilet. She’s probably asleep. I could stop and listen? No. Can’t. Too much time to wait. Just get back. Ooohhhhh.
Without too much hesitation, Lula carried on through the corridor, peering around corners and tyring to be as quiet as possible.
There it is! Oh yes yes yes yes yes.
Lula’s focus was totally on getting to the toilet now. As she moved around she couldn’t strain too much as her bladder was bloated enough to make her stomach ache and balloon out slightly. She felt on the verge of having a genuine accident. Turns out excitement and fear were a bad combination when desperate for a pee.
She placed a hand on the door to her bedroom and fumbled with her phone case to get the key card out.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
She bobbed from foot to foot as she fought with her phone.
Pleeasseee. Come on. Nooo. No no no no.
As she placed the card to the pad she felt a small trickle of pee. Lula winced and took a sharp inhale of breath. She clamped herself again and forced her thighs together. The pad bleeped and the lock clicked as she pushed down the handle and almost fell into her room. Everything was as she left it the night before. It looked tidy and unlived in. Lula began to feel slightly guilty.
The door locked behind her. Lula’s whole body was trembling as she held back the dribble of pee. She was losing the fight. She leapt forwards and pushed open the door to the en-suite. As her left foot left the carpet and tapped the cold laminate flooring she flinched and stumbled into the door. As she flinched she inhaled and momentarily lost the ability to tense. A small wave of warmth spread through her underwear, She felt a few drops land just above her knees. She was making a quiet whimpering sound. She had so almost made it. Just a few more…
As Lula bent down to pick up the toilet seat she put pressure on the bloating in her stomach and the flood gates opened. Lula took another sharp inhale as she lost all control. There was about a second of hissing before the sound of falling liquid onto hard floor. As she began to wet her hands slipped on the toilet seat and it crashed back down making a loud plastic on plastic sound. This made Lula jump and push harder for a second. The rush of warm pee pillowed against her skin and her underwear and trickled down her legs onto the floor. She could feel the pee splatter onto her feet and as it began to pool underneath.
Lula dropped to her knees. There was a shallow splash as she hit the floor. She was breathing deeply. She looked down to see her pee fall. Her light grey pyjama shorts were loose enough to et most of the pee out of the leg holes but she could see where some of the material was getting soaked. She closed her eyes and let it happen. As she peed she remembered saying those words to Tom. She remembered the kiss. The warmth. The comfort. The emotion. She moaned as she throbbed. The release of the pee was making her sensual. Every emotion felt amplified. Lula slid a hand underneath the shorts and cupped the outside of her soaking cotton knickers. She felt the force of the stream against her skin. She groaned. With one hand clasping the toilet, supporting her weight, she slumped onto the floor and felt her backside splat into the puddle. She moved her middle finger gently over the stream of pee and felt it separate around it. She imagined Tom’s hand there instead. This made her body jerk.
The pee began to die down. Lula knew the comfort and security of being alone allowed her to enjoy these moments more. The fact she hadn’t planned this made it ever more exciting and without the risk of being seen. As the pee stopped she began to feel the wetness of her knickers. She was still throbbing. She was still heavy with emotion. As she moved her fingers around on top of the knickers she let go of the toilet, placed the spare hand into the puddle and straight onto a breast. Her almost locked open as she let out a moan and a few erratic breaths.
As the feelings started to subside, Lula had her eyes closed and was regaining control of her breathing. She crossed her legs. There was a patter of liquid as she adjusted her calves. The now cool liquid was soaking most of the lower half of her body. In the excitement of the moment she slapped her hands back on the floor to just make sure it wasn’t a carpet. It wasn’t. Oh. Oh. Good.
Pee dripped to the floor as Lula began to stand up. She turned to look in the mirror above the sink. Her upper body was dry except from the one dark, wet hand print on her breast. She looked down at her shorts. They were mostly dark grey. The loose material was creased and stuck to her legs. She could make out shiny streaks of wetness down her thighs and knees. Still looking down, she squeezed and forced out the last dribble of pee. It pooled against her crotch then fell to the floor.
Thinking back to Rosie’s room the night before, Lula decided she’d shower in the clothes to try and wash them at the same time then leave them on the radiator to dry during the day. As for the floor, she had no option but to use one of the two towels which had been provided by the hostel. Annoyingly, they were white, Lula was worried they’d stain yellow but she had nothing else to use. She decided she’d spray them with perfume after her shower at least.
What a night. What a morning. |
The School Trip - Part 5
Lula turned the radiator on full and placed the soaked shorts over the top. They were saturated and dark grey from the shower and the material clung to the metal radiator. They smelled like strawberries now, at least.
Lula felt rushed and panicked. Despite there being quite a bit of time before they were all expected at breakfast, Lula couldn’t relax. So much had happened. Her mind was racing.
She hurriedly dressed into some tighter fitting blue jeans which had slight tears over the knees, and a baggy light pink, cream, and dark grey striped jumper. She’d also put on her black and yellow Halestorm ‘I Like it Heavy’ T Shirt for an extra layer of warmth.
Lula sat on the edge of her bed fumbling with her hands. She was wide awake, elated, excitable. She kept recalling what happened last night over and over again. The memory of being in bed with another person sent a shiver down her spine. Lula couldn’t stop feeling flustered and red in the cheeks. The feeling of the morning’s wetting and the explosion of all her sensations was feeling what Lula could only compare to what she imaged a drug high would.
*Vrrbbt vrrbbt*
Lula jumped and skipped a breath. She grabbed and unlocked her phone.
Rosie: “BITCH WHAT HAPPENED?”
Rosie: “DON’T IGNORE ME”
Rosie: “WAKE UP”
Rosie: “HAAAAAYYYYYY”
Rosie: “OH NO”
Rosie: “ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?”
Rosie: “STOP LOOKING AT HER PHONE TOM”
Rosie: “BE NICE TO MY LULA”
Lula: “I’m in my room”
Rosie: “WHAT DID YOU NOT GO?”
Rosie: “WELL?”
Rosie: “DO I ASSUME YES?”
Rosie: “I’M GOING TO ASSUME YES YOU DEVIL”
Rosie: “YOU A WOMAN”
Rosie: “A STRONG INDEPENDENT WOMAN WHO DON’T NEED NO MAN”
Rosie: “WELL ONE MAN”
Lula: “…”
Rosie: “WTH DOES THAT MEAN?”
Rosie: “I’M COMING TO YOU”
Lula: “Wait”
Silence. Lula was not at all prepared for such an explosive conversation so early.
*knock knock knock knock knock knock*
Christ.
Lula got up off the bed and shuffled over to the door. The moment she pulled the handle down Rosie barged inside and grabbed Lula by the shoulders.
“What. Happened?”
Lula didn’t… couldn’t respond. She didn’t need to. Her face went bright red. Her cheeks puffed from her helpless grin. Rosie’s eyed widened.
“YOU DID!”
“Shhh. Shh” Lula tried to calm Rosie.
“You did, you went. What happened? Tell. Me. Everything” Rosie began to push Lula back towards the bed and they both sat down.
Lula couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off her face. She attempted to sink inside her jumper but only got as far as hiding her hands in the sleeves.
“Seriously. You have to tell me” Rosie had grabbed one of the unused pillows and leaned into it whilst sitting crossed legged on the unused duvet. She quickly realised.
“You made your bed already?” Rosie questioned. Lula didn’t respond. Rosie gasped.
“YOU STAYED?” she exclaimed with wide eyes. Lula’s lips tightened as she lowered her head and looked up at Rosie, fiddling with her sleeves.
“DID YOU…?”
Lula shook her head.
“GOOD BECAUSE HE’S OLD”
Lula tilted her head and frowned.
“He slept on the floor?”
Lula shook her head again.
“You little whore, tell me more”
“Shut up” Lula finally replied.
“Um. Excuse me. You have to tell me. It’s like… the rules?”
“The rules?”
“YES. The RULES. Does he have a cute butt?” Rosie paused and didn’t blink after asking.
“What. No. I didn’t see…”
“WHAT DO YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T SEE HIS BUTT?”
“I didn’t” Lula blushed.
“DID YOU SEE HIS…?” Rosie opened her hands and moved them forwards and backwards in a suggestive motion.
“What. Hmph” Lula coughed, “No?”
“WHAT DO YOOUU MEANNNN WHAT. HMPH. NO?”
“Well… no?”
“Tell me your secrets girl!” Rosie begged. Lula shook her head smiling. She knew that honestly she didn’t have much to admit. If anything, she was feeling calmer in herself seeing Rosie get excited for her. Rosie huffed.
“I. Am. Going to a pee. YOU wait there and THINK about last night” Rosie pointed at Lula as she threw aside the pillow and side stepped around the bed. Rosie closed the bathroom door behind her.
Lula’s heart sunk. Fuck. My shorts. She’ll see. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Oh no.
A few minutes later Rosie emerged from the bathroom with a raised eyebrow.
Ahhhh she saw them. Fuck.
“Full of surprises” Rosie poked.
“No?”
“Don’t you no me” Rosie responded sharply, slowly creeping across the room before regaining her position on the bed.
“…No?”
“The shorts?” Rosie asked, pointing back towards the bathroom shaking her head in confusion. Lula’s face went a darker shade of red.
“You said you didn’t…?”
“We didn’t”
“Then what…?” Rosie’s tone had shifted. She was less excitable and more curious.
“Nothing” Lula lied. Rosie raised her eyebrows.
“Nothing?! Why are they soaked and on the…? You know what don’t answer. I have a game”
“A game?”
“Yes. A Game. I won’t pee allll day until you tell me everything that happened”
“What that’s stupid”
“You’re stupid. Tell me? Tom? The shorts?”
Lula shook her head again.
“Then I won’t pee. My life. My social status. My bladder. You’re in control. You can release me only if you tell me what happened”
She’s lying. This is stupid. She, of all people, can’t hold all day. Why does she have to be so pushy? Nah, definitely lying.
Lula shook her head again.
“Fine. You’ll see” Rosie smiled, “Breakfast?” she asked enthusiastically.
The girls made their way downstairs in silence. Rosie had a skip in her step. Lula was quietly confident. She still felt on top of the world. She felt happy and oddly mature.
The dining area was open and bright. The walls were painted white full of wooden wicker ornaments and photo frames. The room was aptly themed for the coast, with pictures of the beach and local landmarks. A small boat’s anchor was perched in the corner of the room. Draped in a fishing with fake seaweed and shells. The floor was a tiled brick pattern which would have been cold to touch.
The breakfast was a buffet with a selection of cereals, pastries, fruit, cold meats, bread rolls, and juices. The was gentle chatter throughout the room. Small conversations here and there. The teachers were walking amongst the groups, asking how people were, making sure the Year 11’s were keeping up with their notes.
Rosie purposefully slurped at her cereal whilst maintaining eye contact with Lula.
“Stop it”
“Tell me?”
“No”
*schluurrrp*
Lula winced at Rosie who smiled back, dribbling milk from her lips.
To distract herself from Rosie, Lula looked up and around the room. She saw Tom over Rosie’s left shoulder in the corner of the room. He was already looking at her. Both of their faces went a shade redder having locked eyes. Lula quickly looked back down at her bowl. Rosie noticed and looked behind her.
“THE TENSION” She whispered loudly.
“Shut up” Lula giggled.
“Well?”
“Nope”
“Fine. I’m having another drink” Rosie scoffed and strutted away from the table. Lula noticed that Rosie had on her second pair of jeans. Maybe she couldn’t stand to wear the one’s from yesterday. Maybe they were still drying out. They’re blue though. LIGHT blue. IF she’s not joking around… she wouldn’t be able to hide it. She has to be joking though.
Rosie’s jeans were in fact a baby blue and faded down the front of each leg. There was certainly no hiding it if she was to keep her promise and Lula was adamant in saying nothing.
The students were given a 10 minute warning to be upstairs as they all began to finish off their breakfast. A clambering of plates and cutlery were piled onto trays by the servery and everyone flocked up the stairs to the reception. Lula flinched as she felt her hand be grabbed in the crowd. A thumb quickly swiped its way over her palm. The fingers pulled gently out of her grip as people barged past. As she looked up, Lula made out the back of Tom’s body. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie which looked both comfy and warm. Her hand fizzed. Her fingers felt loose.
There was only half of the days’ worth of activities left to do before getting the coach back home. It was only a short trip after all. The Year 11’s were expected to go back to the beach and research some… stuff. Lula wasn’t really listening. Everyone else was given the morning off since they weren’t taking the exam. They had free reign of the town centre for about two and a half hours. Exciting.
After a short but brisk walk to a different beach the teacher laid the ground rules: Stay in the town centre, stay in two’s as a minimum, come back here if you’re lost, call the emergency number if there’s a problem, don’t go near the sea, and don’t take sweets from strangers.
“You’re all representing the school, even when you’re not in uniform, so I don’t want to hear anything bad come back to me, okay?!” Everyone gave a half-assed ‘yes’.
As groups of people began to disperse, Lula just looked at Rosie who seemed all so contempt.
“So where to my mystery friend?” Rosie asked.
“I don’t know”
“Come on, girl! Last night you made a good decision, right? Now make another one”
Lula frowned.
“Just walk? See what there is?” Lula shrugged.
“You” Rosie pointed at her, “are boring”
Lula nodded.
“BUT you’re not. Tell me?”
Lula shook her head. Rosie grumbled.
“Fine. We’ll go this way then”
The girls spent an hour and a half wandering around the main roads and up and down the cobblestone streets. They browsed souvenir shops, a few independent art galleries, stopped at a café for a hot chocolate each, spent money in a sweet shop, ate at a chip shop… drank, at a chip shop. Rosie kept pushing for information. Lula kept quiet. The clear morning had turned overcast during the girls’ activities.
They realised they had about half an hour to get back to the meeting point beside the beach. They had explored nearly every back street and tiny, quaint shop.
“These streets are cute” Rosie admired.
“Yeah” agreed Lula.
“I actually need to get back. I need to pee badly”
“Well you could have gone all day, don’t blame me for your stupid game”
“It is your fault though”
“Seriously, Rosie. Just go somewhere”
“Not the rules” Rosie joked.
“What rules?” Lula was getting louder; admittedly more annoyed. Lula felt the occasional rain droplet on her head.
“I don’t know what you’re hiding. That’s why I have to do this” she joked.
“You don’t have to do anything. This is more like… blackmail?”
“Not blackmail. It’s a threat” Rosie laughed.
Lula didn’t respond. They carried on walking down an unstable cobblestone street. Rosie was evidently shaking and bobbing as she walked. A slightly salty smell filled the air as the rain started to pick up.
“Seriously, go in McDonald’s in a minute”
Rosie shook her head. Lula couldn’t tell if she was finding this fun or what she was getting out of it. She admitted last night she hates any social humiliation so she wouldn’t dare attempt to wet like this. What was she doing?
“It’s almost like you want to” Lula plucked the courage to say.
“Want to what?”
“Want to pee”
“I do want to”
“No I mean… like you’re making sound like you want to”
“Want to… pee, I do!”
“No… pee… yourself?” Lula quivered whilst saying it.
There was a silence. The sound of cars became louder as they walked out from between the tightly packed buildings and cobblestone alley. The sound of the waves could be faintly heard ahead of them across the beach. The cover of the buildings either side of the narrow alleyway seemed to be sheltering them from the rain. Out on the main road it was a steady rainfall. The sky above the sea was an angry grey. God, I hate saying anything like that out loud. Ugh.
The two didn’t speak for the rest of the walk down the main road towards the meeting point. There was a sense of awkwardness. Lula was awaiting Rosie’s reply but for once she seemed to have stunned her into silence. The sound of the rain pattering against the concrete was louder than the faint waves across the beach. Shallow puddles had started to form against the curbs. Lula huffed as she shivered him her jumper.
“I didn’t think to bring a jacket” she admitted, her hair getting wetter.
“Shame” Rosie muttered, pulling up her own hood. Lula noticed she was occasionally squeezing her thighs together as she walked.
“Why are you doing this?” Lula asked.
“Tell me then?”
“What if I actually don’t want to?”
“I thought you would” Rosie replied, slowing down pushing her hands into her crotch before walking at a normal pace again.
“You’re actually going to piss. Just go somewhere” Lula felt she needed to mother Rosie.
“I’m fine” she winced.
“Well… you’re not?”
“Well… your fault” Rosie winced once again. Lula sighed.
Lula felt her jumper become baggy and heavy as it fell victim to the rain. The waves were picking up as they walked towards the group of students a few shops ahead.
“Rosie, Lula! Thank you for coming back. Just a few more now” stated Mrs. Jones, ticking her sheet as the girls approached.
“Hope we’re not waiting long” Rosie admitted.
“You’ve literally done this to yourself. Not fun now?” Lula was still feeling confident from this morning. She had successfully withheld all information and was now one step ahead of Rosie. It felt nice.
“Honestly. No” Rosie admitted once again, obviously in a bit of pain.
“Well we’ll go back soon to get our bags” Lula tried to comfort her.
“…Yeah” Rosie said quietly, her hands in her crotch.
Not five minutes had passed and the final few students still hadn’t met with the group. The rain had continued to pick up and the teachers realised not all the students had dressed for the weather.
“Right, everyone that’s here, go back inside. You have until half past to pack your stuff, keep the rooms tidy please. Meet back in reception at half past for the coach. Go. Off you go” shouted out Mrs. Jones.
“Thank Christ” Rosie muttered.
The students managed their way across the road and into the hostel. Lula felt a comforting rush of warm air as she walked into the building. It was nice to be in the dry. Rosie’s face seemed sore from wincing. She had a look of worry in her eyes.
In the bustle of the crowd, everyone but Lula and Rosie were left in reception. They had all pretty much sprinted off. Rosie was struggling to move quickly. She was exhaling and making ‘oh’ sounds as she walked.
“Lule’s” she said.
“What?”
“I actually don’t think…” she began to admit.
“Rosie, not here” Lula ordered, for both their sakes.
“Hey!” Lula heard a voice from behind her. Shit. Not now. Why now?
Lula turned to see Tom, wet from the rain. His hair was stuck to his forehead and the top of his hoodie was a darker shade of grey.
“Hi” Lula responded quickly.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Sorry… We need to…”
“Oh, sorry” Tom thought Lula was trying to avoid him. He could sense urgency in her voice.
“No I don’t want to… not want to… I want to but… we… I… we have to go” she was trying to not let Tom know the situation whilst not trying to seem like a bitch about walking away. She wanted to stay and talk with him, so much.
“It’s okay” he said slowly. His smile started to reduce. Uuughhhhh. Why now!?
“I can’t” Rosie murmured, leaning against the door leading to the stairs. She was leaning forwards quite a lot with one hand over her abdomen. Supporting her weight against the wall, she shuffled over towards the lift.
“You… you’re only up one floor right?” Tom asked, seeing Rosie struggle. Fucckk. Please stop asking. Just go for now? Pease?
“Yeah” Lula admitted awkwardly, following behind Rosie slowly trying not to make it awkward that she was walking away from Tom.
Rosie pressed the button and a loud ding sounded. The lift door slid open. Rosie clambered inside. Lula darted round too and rapidly pressed the button for the doors to close.
“Okay bye…” Lula heard Tom say as the doors clunked together. The sound of his voice fading hit her like a brick. Ohhhhh, fuck sake. Please don’t hate me.
“Lula…” Rosie whispered. Lula barely heard her.
As Lula turned from facing the doors she saw Rosie curled forward over herself. Her backside was leaning against the wall of the lift, her knees were together and her feet slightly apart.
“Nearly there!” Lula encouraged.
Rosie shook her head. She sniffed. Is she crying? Oh no… Please no…
The girls shuddered as the lift jolted upwards. Rosie sniffed again twice. Rosie slid her head downwards some more and covered the back of her hair with her arms. Lula literally had a front row seat. A trickled of darkness slithered down the inside of her light blue jeans to her knees. From her knees some droplets hit the carpeted floor. The dark trickle stain increased in size as her legs began to glisten.
*DING. First Floor*
The lift jolted again as it stopped. The doors slid open. Lula exhaled sharply. She palmed the buttons so nearly all the floors lit up She rapidly tapped against the button to close the doors. They began to slide close. The lift jolted. As Lula turned around Rosie hadn’t moved. The sound of droplets hitting a soft surface had begun and she was squatting lower every other second. There was no salvaging her jeans. It was obvious what was happening. Lula just stood there speechless. There was nothing she could do to help her friend. She hated to think how Rosie was feeling.
The lift had been going for longer than last time. The sound of the pee hitting the floor had stopped. Rosie slid back against the wall and her backside hit the floor. Her knees were up and her feet against the wet carpet. Her head was still in her hands. She was completely silent. Lula could see Rosie’s crotch was saturated. Her jeans creased against her skin and crotch as her legs wobbled with the movement of the lift.
*DING. Fourth floor*
The lift jolted and the doors slid open.
“No. nononono” Lula muttered and attacked the button once again. The doors slid close. The lift moved up again. Oh fuck. What did I press?
The lift was going to stop at another two floors before it would go down. Oh shit. I’m so sorry Rosie. What can I do…?
“We’ll get you back, Rosie” Lula said calmly, despite her nervousness. Rosie said nothing.
“I’ll make sure no one comes in. I… panicked and pressed a few buttons. We’ll be back soon” Lula felt horrible admitting that.
The doors slid together and the lift moved once again. Another floor later it stopped, dinged, and the doors opened. The seconds droned by like minutes as the doors remained open. Rosie didn’t move. She didn’t make a sound. When the doors open, Lula stood guard, tapping the close button. The moment the doors closed she couldn’t help but turn and see Rosie’s accident. Seeing someone else wet was… interesting? Not the same as watching videos online. Seeing it was different. So real. There was significantly more humiliation involved in seeing it for real. Lula began to remember the time in the woos when Rosie squatted and wet in the bushes. That was in secret though. And the time in the taxi… that was mostly in secret. This was so open and unknown. Lula’s heart thumped. She couldn’t imagine being in Rosie’s shoes right now.
After another floor of panic, Lula manically tapped the button to get back to the first floor she could rush Rosie back to her room. Does she even have another pair of jeans? Oh shit.
There was a shift in motion as the lift began to go down instead of up. The drone of the lift moving was all that could be heard. Lula was clenching and unclenching her fists. She wished she could sit with Rosie but she knew she had to watch the door and make sure it was clear when they opened.
*DING. First floor*
The lift jolted and the doors slid open.
“This is it Rosie, come on!” Lula said with urgency. She peeked her head around the doors. The corridor was clear.
“Come on!” Lula said louder. Still looking down the corridor, she head a rustle as Rosie helped herself up. Lula wanted to look but knew she had to keep watching out. She moved her right hand behind her and attempted to one hand clap. She felt Rosie’s hand take hers. Lula pulled Rosie from the confinement of the lift and out to the right. It didn’t sound like people were around. She halted at the right turn. Lula peered around. No one. Cool.
Lula paced forwards again and felt the pull of Rosie’s weight as she brought her in her stride. A few steps down the carpet and a laughter could be heard. Rosie’s hand tightened around Lula’s. Lula lost her breath. She increased her pace and flung her body round the next left corner. Rosie darted in front of Lula and hid at the wall to her side. Lula felt Rosie tug at her hand. Lula looked over. Rosie’s hair had been messed up where she’s held her head in her hands. Her eyes were bloodshot red and tears had wet her cheeks. She shifted her head to the left as if to say follow me. Lula nodded.
Rosie pulled Lula forwards. Lula looked down to see the dark, wet backside of Rosie’s jeans. The stream had completely covered the back of her legs. It was almost as if they were supposed to be that shade of blue from where she was looking. They sprinted down the corridor past a few rooms, their feet thumping as they moved with urgency. Lula felt a bit disorientated. These corridors were laid out with long stretches and corners as the rooms were in blocks of six. Rosie leapt to the right and Lula almost lost her footing as she was pulled around the corner by her hand. She didn’t stop to look. Shit…
A few people were walking the same way as them about 10 meters ahead. Rosie immediately halted to a walking pace and Lula instinctively pushed past Rosie to stand in front. This was Rosie’s room at least. Just a few steps ahead. Lula felt Rosie grab her arms and push her forwards. Lula tried not to look awkward as she stepped forwards slowly. The adult woman in front turned around and smiled at the girls. Her own hand was resting on the back of her child daughter who was asking questions. The lady did a friendly laugh and faced forwards again. Lula felt Rosie clasp at her arms with nervousness before she let go, fumble around in her pocket and open the door to her room. Rosie slithered between the door and the wall and slammed the door shut.
What the fuck. Rosie…?
Lula stood there in silence.
Should I… knock? Why would she…? Is she angry at me? For fuck sake.
Lula turned and slowly made her way back to her room; unaware of where she stood with Rosie and where she stood with Tom. |
The School Trip - Part 6
Lula stepped onto the coach in a huff. She cradled her pillow in her folded arms.
He must hate me now. He thinks I’m avoiding him. Everything’s ruined. Rosie hates me. She thinks it’s my fault. Should never have come on this stupid trip. Why would she even do that ‘game’?
Lula picked a pair of seats a few rows in front of the toilet and slumped over towards the window. She hugged her pillow tightly and stared out the window towards the sea. It was still dark grey and rough. The waves rolled and slapped against the beach. She felt like he wanted to cry. She had no idea where she stood with her best friend and boyfriend? Is he my boyfriend? We both said… I don’t know…
Students shuffled past and down the aisle. She ignored the passing conversations. She pushed her earphones in and began to drown out everyone and everything. She fought hard to stop her eyes swelling.
Lula felt a heavy slump beside her. She ignored it. She felt a solid weight rest on her left shoulder. An arm slithered underneath her own and squeezed it tight. Lula still refused to react.
Nothing happened for a while. The coach rumbled and the seats gently vibrated as it started moving off. Lula felt a tug at her arm. She sighed and rubbed the sleeve of her jumper over her eyes. She pulled out her left headphone and finally turned round.
“What?” she asked.
“Sorry” murmured Rosie.
“What for?” Lula asked bluntly.
“I was excited for you. I was too forceful”
“You were a bit, yeah”
“I thought you’d want to talk about it”
“I didn’t think you’d follow through with…” Lula began to speak but Rosie squeezed her arm tighter. Rosie shook her head. Lula shifted her heard to see Rosie was wearing a pair of black leggings and was drowning in an oversized blue hoodie. She was cuddled up to Lula and both her legs were folded onto the seat.
I don’t get it. She’s literally been my rock for the last few months and always so confident but the moment something happens it’s like she comes to me for support? Like I’m more… powerful? Nah. More mature?
“Nothing happened though” Lula eventually admitted.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing”
“That would have been really easy to admit earlier” Rosie said gently, looking up at Lula.
“Like I said. I never thought you’d actually…” Rosie shook her head again and nestled her head into Lula’s arm.
Lula pulled away.
“I can’t keep doing this” she admitted sternly. Rosie looked up astonished.
“What?” she asked shyly.
“This… like… you’re happy and confident then you… have a… you know… and you shut me out. Like earlier. I don’t like it” Lula’s heart was thumping as she was admitting her annoyance. Rosie scrunched p her face.
“I don’t want to be a bitch but is this not all… weird? The… pee stuff?” Lula asked, lowering the sound of her voice as she said the word pee.
“I… have to live with it?” Rosie admitted. Lula immediately felt bad. She’d convinced herself Rosie was just messing about every time.
“Sorry”
“You thought it wasn’t… real?” Rosie asked, moving away from Lula’s arm.
“Not that” Lula looked away.
“What then?”
“I don’t know. It’s just hard for me to…”
“Hard for you?” Rosie’s tone lowered.
“I didn’t mean… I thought…. You might… It might… be a like, thing?” Lula struggled to get her words out.
“A thing?”
“Yeah like, you like it? You’ve never actually answered that?”
“Why, do you?” Rosie deflected, once again. Lula shifted in her seat.
“I asked you” Lula threw back. Rosie looked away, still leaning into Lula’s shoulder.
“Eating” Rosie murmured.
“Sorry, eating?” Lula asked.
“Breathing. Sleeping” Rosie continued.
“What?!” Lula asked, confused.
“Walking. Drinking. Peeing”
“What are you on about?”
“You get used to doing these things” Rosie continued, still looking away.
“Okay?”
“They become normal, right? You just… do them? Know them? Get used to them? That’s what I’ve had to do. I’d stop it if I could but can’t. I’ve wished for it to stop. I want it to stop. I don’t want to worry” Rosie admitted. Lula couldn’t believe what her friend was saying. This was the most she’d ever said about the topic. She tensed her arm and squeezed Rosie’s arm which was interlocking her own.
“Could you imagine? Living with it?” Rosie asked, looking back at Lula. The eye contact felt awkward.
“Just imagine. Hiding it from your friends. Hiding it from everyone. Having to try and control it. Then BAM” Lula jumped at the suddenness.
“Your best friend might understand. You might be able to open up and speak about it. Admit it” Lula was starting to feel awful. Is she guilt tripping me? Is she being serious?
“So no… I don’t like it but I’m used to it. I just hate when it happens when I don’t want it to”
“You’re okay when you control it?” Lula mustered up the courage to ask. Rosie sighed.
“Yeah. Like you” Rosie replied. Lula’s heart skipped a beat.
What does she mean like me? Anyone can control it right? Am I thinking too much into this because I like it?
Lula didn’t know how to respond.
“Like now” Rosie eventually continued.
“What?”
“Now” Rosie carried on. She looked down and lifted her left leg slightly. Within seconds a pulse of wetness formed in the crotch of her black leggings. As quickly as it shone, it disappeared. She lowered her leg.
“What the…” Lula began.
“In control” Rosie said calmly.
“Why…”
“Look, if I wanted I could soak this whole seat right now but I won’t”
“No, don’t!”
“So could you if you wanted”
“I wouldn’t…”
“Exactly. The only thing stopping you if you not wanting to”
“…Right” Lula agreed.
“Does that answer your question?”
Lula paused for a while. She’s right. I don’t ‘want’ to pee in the seat. Neither does she. But she wanted to wet in the woods on those walks home? She wanted to wet in the cinema? She wanted to wet in the taxi? She wanted to wet the bed? She wanted ‘me’ to wet the bed? She wanted to wet last night after the beach? She didn’t want to this morning. OH! She WANTED to those other times. She DOES want to. Sometimes? Maybe? She knows she can control it but… for ease? She knows she can get away with it? No one knows? She likes it?
“I think so?” Lula questioned.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Whether you understand all that? And I think you do otherwise you wouldn’t have when I’ve asked?”
Lula didn’t respond. She knew Rosie was right. She was oh so right.
“Well?” Rosie asked.
How does she always go from confident to victim to confident again?
“Well what?” Lula asked with ignorance.
“Why did you agree to do it all those times?”
Lula felt her face pulsating with heat.
“Because yoouu wanted to…too?” Rosie asked.
Lula clenched her right fist and tightly grasped the pillow. She wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. She wanted this conversation to be over. She sighed.
“I…” she began.
“Like it?” Rosie asked.
Lula took a deep breath. She slumped her head into the back of the seat and tilted her head to look out the window. She slowly nodded. Rosie smiled and snugged back into Lula’s arm. The two said nothing for the rest of the journey.
Lula opened her eyes to the sound of Mrs. Jones talking about cleaning the coach. She took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes. Rosie was still asleep and leaning into Lula’s left side, her arm still interlocked with Lula’s. She gently prodded Rosie who choked slightly and sat bolt upright.
“Huh? Oh” she spluttered as she realised they were back at the school. She looked at Lula and they exchanged smiles. Nothing needed to be said.
One by one the students stepped off the coach and back out into the bitter cold winter air. School had finished about half an hour ago so they were the only students around. A few cars were waiting in the car park. The exhaust fumes were smoking upwards and around each vehicle. The smell of the fumes were quite strong. The cars had obviously been a while.
“Hey”
A bubble surrounded Lula as she was stunned to a halt. She knew that voice.
“About earlier…” Tom continued.
“It’s okay” Rosie interrupted, “I had an accident and Lula was helping me” she seemed bubbly again.
Why the fuck did she just admit that?
“What… oh… okay” Tom murmured.
“Rosie why would you…” Lula began.
“It’s okay. If you trust him then so do I” Rosie smiled. Lula was adamant Rosie had welled up slightly.
“Huh huh, she’s joking” Lula awkwardly stammered. Rosie shook her head in silence mouthing ‘no I’m not’ behind Lula. Tom thought it was comical.
“You trust me?” he joked.
“I’m sorry about earlier” Lula admitted. She could barely look him in the eye.
Tom leaned in for a hug and rested his chin and mouth on Lula’s head. The bubble around Lula shrunk and felt skin tight between the two of them. Her head was once again deep into his chest. She felt comfortable and safe.
Tom pulled away left Lula flustered.
“See you soon?” he questioned, letting go of Lula and walking away. That… went okay?
“Aaawwwwwwrhhhh” Rosie whispered in Lula’s left ear.
“Why did you say that?” Lula snapped, turning to face Rosie.
“You’re welcome?”
“Literally a minute ago you were almost crying into my shoulder and now you’re telling him?”
“You trust him?” Rosie asked.
“What, yes?” Lula replied.
“Then you’re welcome”
Lula sighed, confused.
“Want a lift home?” Rosie asked, point to her Mum’s car. What… yeah, sure.
“Yeah, sure” Lula said, sighing once again.
“Looooolaaaaaa” shrieked Molly, Rosie’s Mum, as they walked towards the car. Molly hopped over to Lula and hugged her.
“Who was that!?” she asked, wide eyed and excitable.
Lula loved Rosie’s Mum. She was always so kind and open.
“Who?” she asked trying to avoid the question.
“Mum, stop asking Lula about her boyfriend” Rosie joked.
“A… a BOYfriend?” Molly gasped.
Lula’s heart dropped. She snapped her head in Rosie’s direction and put on her angry face.
“He’s not… we’re not…”
“It’s okay Lula, your secret is safe with us!” she reassured her. All my goddamn secrets better be safe with you both.
Lula noticed that Rosie was shuffling around in the back of the car whilst Molly kept asking questions about the trip. Lula still felt annoyed that Rosie had straight up said to her Mum about Tom.
“What did you both do?” Moly asked enthusiastically.
“We did some stuff on the beaches and had loads of free time this morning” Lula responded.
“Ooh, what did you do this morning?”
Rosie rolled her eyes.
“Well, we just checked the shops”
“Anything nice?” Molly kept looking up into the rear view mirror to look at Lula as they exchanged words.
“Just lots of stuff” Lula replied. She loved Molly but damn could she talk.
*tap tap tap*
Lula looked down at her hand then up at Rosie. Rosie’s expression had changed. Her thighs were pressed tightly together and her calves one over the other. Lula lowered her eyebrows and gestured ‘no’ by shaking her head. Rosie shrugged her shoulders and nodded towards her Mum, raised her eyebrows and quickly nodded.
“What?” Lula mouthed.
“It’s okay” Rosie mouthed back. She scrunched her face then looked down. She tapped Lula’s hand a few more times. Lula looked down also. A quick stream of liquid shot from Rosie’s crotch and between her legs. It began to pool between her thighs. Lula sat there wide eyed.
“What the fuck?!” she mouthed to Rosie.
“Do anything good on the beach?” Molly asked.
“Uh, what? Oh, nah, it was… research? For the GCSE students” Lula was trying to answer the question and stare at Rosie at the same time.
“Ahh, must have been nice to get away for a few days though?” Molly asked.
A shallow pool began to form underneath Rosie’s backside. The leather car seat allowed the pee to form and spread.
“Yeah?” asked Molly.
“What, oh, yeah” Lula replied.
She’s said before her Mum knows. She’s okay with it? I think Rosie said that before. But why now? Is she proving a point? What will Molly say?
The stream quickly subsided. The black leather seat shone as the car passed streetlights. It seemed as if Rosie’s leggings had absorbed the all the puddle other than what was obviously beneath Rosie’s backside in the dip of the seat.
How many times has she done that in the car?
“What the fuck?” Lula mouthed again.
“It’s okay” Rosie whispered.
“What?” Molly asked, looking into the rear view mirror again.
“Nothing” Rosie responded.
Has Molly seen? Does she know? Is she used to it? Did she ignore it?The car pulled up outside Lula’s house and she gave thanks to Molly. Molly left the driver’s seat to help Lula get her suitcase from the boot. Rosie waved from the car window as they drove off.
Rosie: “Not the first time it’s happened”
Lula: “Will she not be angry?”
Rosie: “A little bit. She’s used to it though”
Lula: “Can’t believe you did it”
There was no reply after that. Lula slumped down onto her bed and took a deep breath, smelling the freshly washed duvet. Her phone vibrated again. Rosie had sent a picture of her soaking crotch and her fingers holding up a peace sign.
Lula: “Why”
Lula’s hear began to race as she looked at the picture. She was, if anything, jealous.
She’s literally wet four times during this trip. She got away with each one. How does she do it? |
Personal Promises
It was the Sunday before the last week of school. Christmas was just over a week away. Everyone was tired and excited. It had been only a few days since everyone came home from the school trip.
Saturday had been quiet. So far, the Sunday had been uneventful. Lula shifted her weight on her bed as she sat upright with her pillows folded behind her. It had been a while since she’d been able to spend a few days off. Neither Lula or Rosie had messaged each other since Friday. Is it awkward? Is she still embarrassed? Did she get told off about the car? Does it matter? Just chill. Relax.
Lula had been wondering about the relationship between Rosie and her mother, Molly. She had always known Molly to be cheerful and accepting. She’d always been enthusiastic and like, maybe a bit… oblivious? Had she always been like this because of Rosie’s condition? Was it her way of accepting it? Had she once tried to challenge Rosie’s actions or behaviour? Was she always cheerful to cover up a sense of concern? Lula was only curious because of her own Mother’s actions after she wet the bed. They’d never spoke about it since. She remembered her Mum at the time being very serious. The whole encounter had been uncomfortable.
Lula had also had no communication with Tom since the trip. Once again she felt like she was going through a period of not knowing where she stood. The trip had been really good. There’d been some ups and downs but Lula couldn’t let go of the feeling she had with Tom. No wetting had ever matched that rush of adrenaline, nervousness, and excitement. At the same time, the night with Tom didn’t match the release and full body tingle of a wetting. She wanted to believe that a wetting could never match physical human intimacy but she knew she was kidding herself.
She pulled the cover up and switched off her lamp. The room clicked into darkness as Lula turned onto her side, rustling the duvet. She couldn’t help but lay there wide eyed. Her mind was racing. Is it normal now for me and Rosie to see each other wet? It seems normal. That’s weird. Fucked up even?
Lula: “Ready for tomorrow?”
No response. Lula sighed. Worth a try. Hopefully she’s okay. Hopefully WE’RE okay.
Lula took in a deep breath and hesitated. Her thumbs trembled.
Lula: “Hey x”
No response. Oh, God. He won’t respond. Shitshitshit.
Tom: “Hey”
He responded! Oh, God. Shitshitshit.
Lula: “You okay? x”
Tom: “Yeah you?”
Lula: “Just tired lol x”
Tom: “Same”
Hmm. This is awkward…
Lula: “Are we cool? x”
Lula: “Hello?”
Oh no. What’s going on?
Tom: (o o o)
He’s taking ages to reply. Keeps deleting and starting again. Lula’s heart started to thump in her chest.
Tom: (o o o)
Just wait. He’ll respond.
Tom: “We are but I don’t know how to say it”
SAY WHAT? WHAT? WHAT!
Lula: “Say what?”
Tom: “Can we speak tomorrow?”
Lula: “Can’t we speak now?”
Tom: “Tomorrow please”
What does he mean? What…? Lula’s heart started to slow as it felt like the room was melting around her. She was thinking the worst. Her eyebrows were tense and her eyes began to wobble as they watered. She had already been on a roller coaster of emotions she didn’t know how to handle. Was everything before now just the rise and she was yet to have the fall?
Lula: “I wasn’t avoiding you the other day”
Nothing.
Lula: “Is it something else?”
Nothing.
Lula: “Don’t leave it like this?”
Nothing.
Lula: “What’s going on?”
Nothing.
Lula felt the first tear escape her eye and slither down her cheek onto her pillow. Her phone was shaking in her hands and she felt as if her duvet was swallowing her up. She feebly kicked her legs allowing her feet to pop out the end. She sniffled and forced her phone onto the bed. She covered her face and rolled over onto her back.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. It’s okay. It’ll be fine. You’re okay. Don’t cry.
Lula’s hands turned into fists over her face. Her impression of Tom immediately sunk. Why was he avoiding the questions? He’s not been like this before. Are we even together? We both said…
Lula’s body shook and her head jolted as she began to cry. The quiet weekend was finishing on a downward spiral. She wanted to lash out and throw things. The thrills of wettings and intimacy were too much to handle and Lula still hadn’t known how to react to her overwhelming emotions. But now… she felt like she was drowning. The duvet was now too restraining. She violently flailed her legs and the duvet was kicked off to the side of the bed. She clasped a pillow from behind her head and pulled it in front of her face. She quietly growled all of her breath into the pillow. She pulled the pillow against her head tighter as if it suffocate herself. As she ran out of air she pulled the pillow away and inhaled deeply. This air was cold and fresh. She took a few more deep breaths. She threw the pillow towards her feet. Silence.
Lula just laid there in her long bottoms and loose T Shirt. She stared at the ceiling of her room in the darkness. Boredom has turned to curiosity which had turned to warmth which had turned to fear which had finally turned to anger. Lula didn’t know how to react. She knew she hated direct conflict. She hated not knowing.
Lula punched down either side of her body onto the mattress and shot her body upwards. She sighed with her eyes closed.
Fuck it.
It was late. Both Lula’s parents were asleep. She lifted up the end of her mattress and shuffled for the plastic bag. She grabbed it and lifted it up. She dropped the edge of the mattress back down. From the plastic bag, Lula pulled out another bag and then she smelled the faint waft of dried pee. In her hand she had her white knickers with the red and blue floral pattern. She quickly undressed and stepped into the underwear, pulling then up so they hugged her waist. Thinking on her feet, Lula turned and pulled out a drawer. She found a pair of spandex shorts and stepped into those too, followed by her loose pyjama bottoms. Lula crept out of her bedroom and tiptoed towards the bathroom before locking herself in.
Safe. Strangely, the one place she felt the most safe. Locked away. No one but herself. No one could see. No one could interfere.
Lula quickly stepped out of the pyjama bottoms and pulled down the spandex shorts to below her knees. Different. What’s different?
She looked at the cupboard in the corner of the room and considered putting in a few pads. That felt like a waste. Maybe a good idea for when she needed them? How have I never thought of that before? Hmmm.
Another turn of the body and Lula stared at a half-used toilet roll. Lula huffed to herself. She pulled off a long strip of the roll and folded it up. She places it into the front of her knickers. Lula repeated the process. Her underwear began to feel stuffed, uncomfortable, and unnatural. Her thighs were no longer softly touching as se squeezed the tough bulge of toilet paper between her legs. Will this actually work? Huh.
Lula sat onto the toilet. Her calves restricted by the elasticated spandex shorts. She shifted on the seat and physically moved the front of her knickers around so the toilet paper felt central on her crotch. Feeling like she had nothing left to lose, Lula relaxed and began to dribble some pee for about two seconds. She felt the warm pee absorb as it left her and leak somewhat underneath her. She looked down and touched the front of the knickers. No stain. No leak. Nice.
She sat back again and let go for longer; this time for about four seconds. Same again though. She felt the warmth but also felt the pee absorb into the toilet paper. No stain. No leak. Fine then. Fuck it.
Lula closed her eyes and let go one last time. In the silence of the night, Lula heard a compressed hiss below her as she let the pee flow. She felt her crotch and skin become wet and warm. The pee soaked the toilet paper around her vagina and spread underneath her towards her backside. For about six seconds there was no sound of pee hitting the toilet water. This is working!
The sound of hissing pee turned into a bubbling gurgle sound. Lula knew the toilet paper was reaching its limit and must be saturated. She felt a small leak of pee outside the area covered by the toilet paper and underwear as a dribble tickled her skin beside her backside. A few droplets fell towards the toilet water. These droplets were followed by a dribble and then a stream. Lula placed her hand over the front of her knickers. The toilet paper had increased in size from where it had absorbed her pee. Her underwear was soft a=to touch. As she applied pressure to her front, her fingers pressed into the underwear and then soaked paper. There was a slight squelch as her fingers pushed into the soaked paper beneath her underwear. Lula’s heart was racing as she began to lose her breath. The feeling was coming back; the feeling she could always rely on. The feeling that never let her down.
The stream died down and Lula sat there flustered. She calmed down her breathing. To her surprise, the toilet paper had absorbed most of her pee. She patted her underwear and got her hands damp. She felt her vagina pulsating beneath the wet compression surrounding her crotch. She grabbed the underwear and pushed some pee out. It dribbled to the water. She scrunched up some dry paper and pressed it against her underwear in an attempt to dry it all out. After a while she gave up and pulled up her shorts. The tight spandex pressed against the wetness. As she rubbed the material she felt the pee leak through and form darker wet patches in the wet spandex, especially between her legs. What now?
Lula stepped over to the bathtub and sat on the edge. The squishy layer of soaking wet toilet paper pressed against her skin as she sat on the edge of the tub. Once again, she had one leg in the tub and one leg out. She grinded slowly and gently over the edge and felt the soaking wet paper rub against her. The feeling was sensational. Despite being careful not to make too much sound, Lula’s head was swirling as she felt the paper tear and leak in her underwear. After a few minutes of grinding she stood back up and slumped onto the toilet seat. With the paper all shifted and distorted beneath her, Lula was losing the sensation she was holding onto, She sat back one final time and began rub in a small circular motion over the top of the spandex. Hear heartbeat turned from a continuous beat to a deep double bass. Her toes scrunched into the floor as the bottom of her back tensed and arched slightly. What’s…. Oh…. This is….
Dumbfounded by this newest sensation, Lula felt as if her bladder was full again and very quickly released one more time. Whereas a pee normally feels purposeful, this was more aggressive and more instant. She felt a bullet of, what she assumed to be pee, escape her and soak her once again. The saturated and torn toilet paper weren’t much of a match. She felt a gentle leak underneath her hands against the shorts. It all happened so quickly. After the shot, Lula felt a buzz of sensation explode from the centre of her body and vibrate her whole body. She instantly stopped rubbing and grabbed her mouth with both hands. She took a few deep breaths and held back a moan. The… f… fuck. She was suddenly exhausted. I ca… I can… I can’t…. Oh… Wow…
Lula had never felt this flustered before. This was everything. Everything from the past few days seemed to have just exploded all at once. She no longer felt aroused or angry or upset or in love. She had felt as high as a kite in that moment and was now slowly coming down from that euphoric moment. She felt cold as the room stopped spinning around her, realising she was just sitting on the toilet in her wet underwear. The high turned into guilt. The guilt turned into disgust. The disgust turned into exhaustion. She slumped on the seat and sighed.
Now I have to clean. I’ve got to wash. I’ve got to hide these. Uh. Fuck sake.
Despite the moaning and groaning, Lula knew she had escaped all negativity for a few minutes. But only minutes. Was it worth it? The mess and the clean up and the hiding… Is it all worth it, really?
After wiping herself down and sneaking her way back to her room, Lula sprayed the wet clothes with perfume and tied them up in the carrier bags hidden under her bed. Her inner thighs still felt dry but sticky as if a layer of pee was still clinging to her skin. There was a faint aroma of pee stuck in her nose. She slipped back into bed and had another look at her phone, feeling both exhausted and deflated.
Rosie: “Yeah, you?”
Oh wow she replied. Twelve minutes ago though… is she still awake?
Lula: “Think so. Tom wants to ‘speak to me’ but is ignoring me now”
Rosie: “Wait wtf why”
Lula: “No idea. He won’t say”
Rosie: “Is it my fault?”
Why did I panic when she didn’t respond? Why do I do this? Why does she think it’s her fault?
Lula: “What no? Why would it be?”
Rosie: “Because I’m stupid and kept you busy the other day”
Lula: “God no”
Rosie: “Sorry”
Lula: “Don’t be! I just don’t know what he wants to say. Idk if we’re even together”
Rosie: “Well you never made it Facebook official”
Lula: “Is that really a thing?”
Rosie: “Obviously”
Lula: “Well I’m worried”
Rosie: “I’ll hurt him if you want?”
Lula: “Why would I want you to do that? How would you even do that?”
Rosie: “SPOILERS”
Lula: “Seriously though what do I do?”
Rosie: “Idk guess we’ll see tomorrow”
Lula: “:(“
Rosie: “If it helps you with your problems, my Mum had told me I need to sort out my problem”
Lula: “Your problem?”
Rosie: “Yes. Apparently I need to be more ‘grown up’ and control my bladder or she’s threatened me with protection”
What does she mean protection? I mean yeah, she’s… we’re fifteen. We should be able to control it all right? Why do I even do it? So weird. DOES that mean she does it on purpose? Oh my God. Her Mum knows she does it on purpose? Protection? Like… nappies? No surely not. Wonder what that feels like. NO. Ew. Really? Hmm.
Lula: “Maybe we could both be more grown up”
Rosie: “Lets do it together then?”
Shit did I just admit to doing it on purpose too? Does she already know? We both know each other likes to do it… right?
Lula: “Deal”
Rosie: “You can’t tell a soul about this though”
Lula: “Obviously what do you take me for?
Rosie: “A girl with a boy problem?”
Bitch.
Lula: “Guilty”
Rosie: “Yes you are”
Lula: “Anyway I’m sleep. See you tomorrow. Thanks for this”
Rosie: “Anytime”
Lula: “Night”
Rosie: “Don’t get the bed bugs wet!”
How do I even respond to that? I won’t. I can’t.
Lula set her morning alarm and locked her phone before putting it on charge.
No more wetting then. If Rosie can do it, IF she actually has a problem, then I can definitely do it; from tonight. No more. Do I wash or throw those knickers…? Maybe wash soon.
We both agreed to grow up. I have to speak to Tom tomorrow. I can’t be quiet and shitty about it anymore. I have to be grown up. No more wetting. Older. Mature. Grown up… |
Faithfulness and Festivities
Lula had avoided Tom all week. She feared the worst. She didn’t even know if they were together. As the days went by, Lula felt her confidence draining as each hour went by without knowing what was wrong. Every time she saw him in school she awkwardly held her breath and walked the other way. Her stomach tightened and became painful. The worst part? Tom hadn’t actively sought out Lula.
One benefit however, of spending so much time of avoiding Tom allowed Lula to not think about what she had given up. Rosie had also spent the last week pulling Lula away from where Tom was and helping out her friend. Both the girls had pretty much been able to forget their wetting mishaps.
It was now Thursday. Tomorrow was the last day of the winter term. Christmas was next week. Spirits seemed to be high and everyone was ready for the festive season. Lula was sat in Science.
Fifteen minutes left. Uh. Uhhh. Right. Weight is measured in newtons. Mass is measured in kilograms. Gravitational field strength is measured in newtons per kilogram. What? They’re both newtons? So weight equals mass times gravitational field strength. W equals M times G. Gravitational field strength is G. Okay. Dependingontheobect’sshapeeee itscentreofmasscanbeinside or outside of it. Outside? What? Theweightofanobjectmaybethoughtofasacting atasinglepointcalledits centreofmass. So weight is only at the centre of something? But it can be inside or outside? So it’s not always in the centre? Ohhhhh.
Lula dropped her head into her hands as her elbows rested on the hard lab desk. She flicked back and forth in her workbook to see what she’d done in previous lessons. This just doesn’t… I can’t… Fuck it. This is shit. I just don’t… Urgghhhh. She almost slammed her pen into he crease of her book and folded her arms, sitting upright, huffing, and looking back towards the clock. Eh. Five minutes. Thank God.
Lula found her right leg bobbing slightly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Lula was purposefully trying to wipe the need to pee form her mind. She’d done so well all week. She had found her sensations in overload though. As she bobbed her leg, the gentle friction of her tights against her skin tickled her thighs. The tickle feeling felt like pins and needles leaking into her muscles. She tensed her mouth and scrunched her face. She purposefully stopped bobbing her leg and immediately tensed her crotch. This caused Lula to shiver. She felt a strain cling at her inner core as her body shook from her waist upwards. Fu Ck In G Christ. No. Nonono. No.
The bell rang out loud and Lula jumped back into the room. Others had already packed away. Books were being stuffed into bags and stationery dropped around the room. One by one students were allowed to leave. Once her name was called out, Lula strode out of the room with her backpack over her right arm. She held at the strap tightly. Toilet now? Toilet now? Can I wait? Don’t be stupid about it. Now? Later? Rosie!
“Yooooooooooooo” said Rosie, her voice getting louder as she walked closer to Lula.
“Hey” Lula replied.
“I think it should be illegal to do P.E in December”
“Oh… yeah” Lula remembered that P.E was their last lesson.
“I mean, it’s cold. It’s damp. It’s… cold. We should call Childline”
The girls giggled together.
“Lula”
She froze on the spot. She felt Rosie’s hand clench at her arm. They couldn’t go anywhere.
Lula turned slowly.
“Hey” said Tom. Lula held her eyes closed for a while, thinking of whether to stay calm or get angry. Mainly though, to stop herself from getting emotional.
“What then?” she snapped.
Tom sighed.
“Can we go somewhere else?” he asked, palming outwards at the crowds of passing students. Rosie clenched at Lula’s arm slightly harder. Lula felt her chest tighten as her shoulders tensed and her arms shook slightly.
“Okay” she snapped back.
“O… kay” he replied, looking around awkwardly then nodding his head in the opposite direction hoping the girls would follow. They did, but at a distance.
Rosie slid her hand through Lula’s arm so their arms were linking. She pulled herself closer to Lula and stayed in step with her. She seemed to be just as nervous as her friend. Lula felt her waist straining as she realised she still needed to pee. Fuck. Off. No. Focus. This. Tom. Later. Can’t.
After a while, the three found themselves outside in a more quiet area.
“Look…” he started.
“What?” Lula snapped once again.
“Are you…?” he started, looking at Rosie. She nodded violently.
“She’s staying” Lula demanded.
“Okay then” he sighed. “We’re not… a… thing, right?” he asked.
“A thing?”
“You know. Together?” Lula started to fight off the tears welling in her eyes.
“I don’t know” she whimpered.
“Because like… yeah you’re cool. I like you. I do. But we’re friends yeah?”
Lula’s breathing became heavier.
“We both said…” Lula began but couldn’t finish the sentence. Rosie looked at her confused.
“Said what?” she asked quietly. Lula shook her head. Tom put his hand to his mouth and sighed, pulling at his chin.
“In the moment”
“IN THE MOMENT” Lula cried out, “WHAT DOES THAT ME…” she pulled herself away from the situation and took a few steps in the opposite direction. A few tears started to roll down her cheeks. Why is this happening? What did I do? Why? I knew it. Why though? It was so good? He was nice to me?
“Said what?!” Rosie asked out loud.
“Lula…” Tom said.
“What do we have then?” She asked sternly, turning around with her arms out and palms up.
“Friends?” he asked. She thought that was a question anyway.
“Yeah I have friends that don’t fuck me about” Lula replied, “but I thought we had… more” her voice quietened as she finished her sentence.
“It’s not that I don’t… want more… but…”
“BUT. WHAT?”
Some people had started to look over at them. Rosie had realised. Lula was in her bubble again. It was just her and Tom. Tom had begun to realise too.
“Look. Can we… another time?” he awkwardly asked.
“ANOTHER… you were meant to do this on MONDAY” Lula cried out. Her hands were tight in fists. Her face red. Her cheeks wet.
“Come on” Rosie tried to convince Lula to walk away, tugging gently at her arm. Despite the tears, Lula’s eyes were piercing. She was glaring straight through Tom’s face; a complete contrast to avoiding his gaze when in the hostel bedroom. She was more confident when angry. She only had to focus on one emotion. It was a lot easier.
“Come on!” Rosie tried again, tugging harder. Tom admittedly looked slightly scared. He’d only seen Lula like this on the beach with Charlotte. He didn’t know what it felt like to be on the receiving end.
“Come on!!” Rosie pulled harder and shifted Lula’s weight.
“Is he getting dumped by a Year 10?”
“She’s pissed”
“What’s he done?”
“Damn, Tom”
“Freaky bitch”
Lula wasn’t listening to any of the comments from around her. She was still transfixed on Tom. She wanted to hit him. She wanted to claw at his face and unleash her anger. She wanted to embrace him and hug so tightly he couldn’t breath. She wanted another long embrace and kiss. The anger was subsiding. Lula began to feel like she was being crushed beneath a weight of emotion. She felt a heavy arura surround her. Her thoughts shifted.
Heavy. Mass. Shape. What shape is sad? Me. Weight. I can’t stand. Something’s heavy. My chest, ouch. Centre of mass. Not inside me? Pulling me down? My chest.
Lula grabbed her chest and leaned forwards.
“Are you o…” Tom began, leaning forwards.
“Fuck off” Lula managed to whimper. Her bubble popped and she felt a rush of blood to her head as she bent over her arms. She felt Rosie grab her sides and support her weight. The sounds of the surrounding people came back into range. The bustle of the school filled Lula’s ears as she stared at the grey stone slab beneath her. Her tears were splattering against the hard surface. Looks cold down there.
Rosie had managed to lead Lula towards the P.E changing rooms just before the bell sounded.
“You okay?” she asked as they both sat on the benches. The changing rooms were significantly warmer than outside. Lula had stopped crying. She felt the dried streams against her cheeks. She hadn’t said anything. She nodded gently.
“Hey” Rosie said again, waving in front of Lula’s face. She slowly turned to face her.
“You’re fucking scary when you’re angry you know that right?”
Lula didn’t respond straight away. She then nodded quickly twice.
“Hey, here” Rosie ordered, clicking her fingers. Lula turned to face her.
“There you go. You with me?”
Lula nodded again.
“Fuck him” Rosie said.
Lula refocused on Rosie’s face. She didn’t realise how confused her expression was.
“No… not… fuck him. FUCK him” Rosie clarified. Lula nodded again, understanding this time.
“I’m sorry” she said.
“Not your fault” Lula managed to say quietly. Rosie leaned in and hugged Lula. She shook as the bell sounded. Lula didn’t shake. Her body was as tough as stone.
“Hey!” Rosie said louder, “Gotta get changed, come on!”
At first Lula shook her head.
“No. Come on. You have to”
Lula nodded.
As other girls started to crowd the changing rooms, Lula and Rosie slowly slipped into their P.E clothes.
Once changed, Lula sat back down on the bench in silence. Her uniform was neatly packed away and her bag sat between her legs. She stared forwards, not really making eye contact with anyone. She felt her right leg bob up and down again. Huh. Pee. No. No. Stop. She scratched at her bare knees.
Suddenly her eyes locked with Charlotte’s as she walked into view. Charlotte scowled back as their eyes met. Lula’s head followed Charlotte as she walked in front of her. From right to left, Charlotte eventually went out of view.
“Calm down” Rosie whispered, noticing Lula’s switching of alertness and absence. Lula nodded.
“Seriously. Hey! Squeeze” Rosie ordered, taking Lula’s hand. Rosie winced as Lula did squeeze. Rosie’s fingertips went white as Lula’s hand shook as she used all her strength. Rosie swore under her breath and gritted her teeth. Lula eventually let go. Rosie shook her hand. Lula was still staring forwards. Rosie then put the palm of her hand on Lula’s left leg. Nothing. She grasped her leg slightly. Nothing. Rosie sighed. She dug the nail of her forefinger into Lula’s skin. Nothing.
“Okay” Rosie said, piercing her nail into Lula’s leg, breaking the skin. Lula jumped as Rosie pulled her hand away.
“What the fuck” Lula asked, shocked. The sharp release of pain forced Lula to quickly tense her body and push all her muscles. She felt a fast rush of pee move within her. She drove her legs together and held again.
“Sorry. Welcome back”
Rosie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She composed herself.
“Sorry” she whimpered.
“Don’t you fucking dare be sorry” demanded Rosie. Lula looked down at her leg. Rosie had left a piece of loose skin on her left thigh. There was a tint of red underneath. Lula rubbed it until it was no longer sore. She shifted her legs together.
The school field was brisk. The short grass was slightly solid from frost, despite it being the afternoon. Everyone’s breath formed a cloud in front of their face. Despite her clean, shaven legs, Lula felt her hair follicles tingle as her bare legs felt prickly in the cold.
The class prepared with a warm up. With every stretch and movement, Lula felt her bladder become heavier as if it was shifting within her. Centre of mass. Weight. Full. Nearly full. My weight would be my mass times gravitational field strength. My bladder has its own gravitational pull. Heh. Ouch. Ooh.
Cross country was one of Lula’s least favourite P.E activities. However, being the end of the term meant the teachers didn’t want to get any equipment out. Thirty five minutes. Run slowly. Walk? Just go slow. Should have gone earlier. Couldn’t. Tom. NO. Dick. Fucking.. Fucking… fuck. No. Dickhead. Couldn’t.
Rosie was concerned. She could see Lula’s thought processes on her face. She’d go from absent to angry, to tense, to nothing again.
“Not long now. It’ll go quick, I hope” Rosie said eagerly.
“Hope so” Lula admitted, trying to distract herself from both her need to pee and Tom.
“Huh. I gotta go” Rosie admitted. Lula paused and faced Rosie.
“Yeah” she said.
“Yeah? You too?” Rosie asked. Lula nodded.
“We’ll be fine!” Rosie convinced Lula. She nodded again. They hadn’t really discussed anything since they agreed they needed to grow up. Lula had been thinking though. She didn’t need to grow up. She wet by choice. She still wasn’t sure if Rosie did. If Rosie only did it due to medical reasons then she didn’t need to grow up. Only Lula herself did. It had been dragging her down all week.
Lula felt the subtle crunch of the frosty grass beneath her trainers as she jogged. She didn’t want to go too fast but felt a surge of energy she wanted to unleash. Her bladder felt like it was expanding inside of her; almost as if she could feel the pee sloshing around within her. It felt like added weight. Strangely though, the running was calming. It was something to focus on. Round and round the field. Stay behind that girl. Overtake this girl. Step step step crunch crunch crunch breathe breathe breathe. Lula hated how she was enjoying the exercise. She felt forced to carry on. The cold was causing the inside of her thighs to feel smooth. With every pace she felt the skin on each thigh gently brush past each other. Each time she was reminded of how cold she was. Her skin was a bitter red. She had to keep running to stay warm. She didn’t stay in time with Rosie. She was running at her own pace, on her own, with her own thoughts. Her goal was to just keep going. Focus on the run. Not the pee. Not Tom. Not Charlotte walking around. Not Rosie looking out for her. Just keep going.
Once all the girls had been called in, the group made their way indoors to get changed to go home. Lula kept to the back of the group. She had tired herself out. She felt somewhat relieved that she’d been able to clear her mind. Rosie stuck close by, letting everyone else walk off ahead. Lula was feeling the pain of holding now. She still wasn’t speaking to anyone. As she sat back down on the bench in the changing rooms she clenched her legs together and jammed her hand between her thighs.
“You okay?” Rosie asked, shaking her legs.
“Yeah” Lula winced.
“It’s okay. I feel the same” she admitted.
“Go then” Lula said.
“With everyone in here? Pfft, no. You go”
Lula didn’t even need to respond. She looked around the room with her eyebrows lowered. Rosie knew she felt the same.
“Want to come to mine?” Rosie asked. Lula wasn’t sure. She sort of wanted to go straight home and sulk.
“Dunno”
“You don’t have to. Offer’s there” Rosie said.
The bell rang loudly in the confines of the changing room. It was always deafening in there. Those who were ready ran out, ready for the final day of school. Lula had sat on the bench for a while. She was purposefully taking her time. She had already decided to pee but only once everyone had left. Rosie had fully changed but was waiting as well. Rosie had also started to bob her leg quite aggressively. Neither of them needed to admit it but they both knew. After a few minutes, most girls had left. Two were just tying their shoelaces. The teacher said she was going to the P.E office and that the girls were in their own time now. The other two girls left too.
“Thank fuck” Rosie whimpered. Both Lula and Rosie clambered up and awkwardly shuffled their way into he toilets which were attached to the changing rooms.
Lula noticed Rosie had sped off quicker than she had, whimpering. She could hear her say ‘come on, come on, come on’ under hear breath. Lula placed her hand against the tiled wall as she squatted and held her legs together. Rosie was a few steps ahead and pushed her way past a cubicle door. Lula heard Rosie fumble with the door lock before swearing them lifting the toilet seat; before swearing again. The distinct sound of pee hitting the toilet water filled the empty room. Lula took a deep breath. She hobbled to a toilet a few cubicles down from Rosie’s.
“Sorry!” Rosie said across the room.
“Why?” Lula asked.
“I… failed!” she replied awkwardly. Lula winced again. This hurts. Oh. Just sit. Go!
Lula also fumbled with her own lock. She eventually moved it into place.
“Failed… what?” Lula asked, in pain.
“I… only got my tights down” Rosie admitted. She what?! Is she wetting? Sitting? Only tights? Huh.
In that moment of thought, Lula realised she still had her full uniform to change into. As she leaned over the toilet ready to pull down her skort she had a moment of carelessness. Well if Rosie’s done it… Fuck everything.
Lula lifted the skirt of her skort and sat on the cold toilet seat. She flinched as her skin felt the cold. She noticed that the bare skin of her legs had lost the redness from the battering in the cold. Release. Go!
With little to no convincing herself, Lula began to pee through the spandex material of her skort. She began to hear the hiss of her own pee above the faint dribbling of Rosie’s stream a few cubicles away. The pee trickled over her vagina and instantly soaked the soft material surrounding her crotch. It quickly spread through and over the spandex shorts and she felt it rush beneath her ass. She leaned back, letting the skirt fall down and she closed her eyes. Her body spasmed as she fully relaxed into the pee. The sensation of the wetting overwhelmed her. She knew she couldn’t do anything extreme or touch herself in school so she just lost herself in the moment. The carelessness was overwhelming. Her bubble came back but this time she wasn’t angry, just calm.
“You okay?” Rosie asked. Lula ignored her. She pushed the skirt beneath her legs and felt the pee soak through the skirt as well and drench her hand.
Not much time had passed before Lula opened her eyes to the sound of Rosie flushing her toilet. Lula blinked a few times. The guilt set in. You’re in school! What the fuck? Your bus!? You need to get changed! Mum will find out! What the fuck!? |
Apologies for being a bit quiet. I was hoping to upload Lula's Christmas over Christmas but you know... it's been Christmas so... chapters will be late. Hope you're all fat and comfy and well rested x
A Cold, Warm Walk
Lula gently stroked over the front of her glistening, soaked spandex. She wanted to moan so bad but knew exactly where she was. Her body shivered as her lower back arched.
“You done?” Rosie’s voice filled the bathroom.
“Yeah” Lula nervously responded.
Snapping back to her senses, Lula shook her head and wiped her hands on some tissue. She then pulled off a long stream of tissue and dabbed at her wet shorts. As she padded herself down, the tissue quickly soaked the absorbed pee. The tissue became clumped and tinted pale yellow.
Shit shit shit shit shit. Dry, come on! Please!
“You done?” Rosie asked.
“Nearly!” Lula snapped.
“What you doing?”
“Sshh, wiping!”
“Wow, okay”
Lula could hear Rosie shuffling her skirt about on the other side of the door. Is she wet too?
After a few minutes of pressing tissue against and inside her shorts, Lula stood up and wiggled her hips. Her crotch felt slightly uncomfortable, damp, and cold. She felt both turned on and guilty at the same time. She sighed, unlocked the door, and stepped out.
“Look” Rosie admitted, turning around and lifting her skirt. She exposed her now see through white knickers which were clinging to her backside. There was a faint yellow tint in the white material. Her back tights had a discreet wet spot around where she’d sat and wet. Rosie let her skirt fall back down.
“THAT, was an accident” she frowned. Lula’s face went red. Do I show her? She showed me… Does she know?
“Damn” Lula replied quietly.
“You okay?” Rosie asked, lowering her eyebrows and tilting her head. Lula nodded slowly.
“Did you…?” Rosie began. Lula nervously nodded again. Rosie looked surprised.
“Really?!” she asked, astounded.
“That’s what I… I was drying…”. Her heart thumped as she admitted the incident.
“Prove it!” Rosie requested. Despite some hesitation. Lula sheepishly lifted her skort and showed the black latex shorts underneath. Rosie leaned down and observed.
“Can’t really tell. Lucky you”
Lula let her skort back down.
“Good” she snapped.
“I thought we’d last more than a week…” Rosie said as the girls walked back through to the changing room.
“Mmm” Lula agreed under her breath.
“Probably missed my bus” Lula admitted, trying to change the topic and get her mind off her damp crotch. Her underwear and shorts clung to her skin.
“Come to mine? We can wash… so you Mum won’t know?”
“Hmm. Okay” Lula agreed.
“You changing?” Rosie asked.
I don’t know. I don’t have any more knickers. I HAVE to keep these on. I could just put my school skirt over the top. They might dry on the walk. That’s disgusting… is it? I’ll smell…? Will it? Can’t smell it now. Hmm.
“I’ll just put my skirt on” Lula stated.
“Over those?” Rosie asked.
“Yeah. Hopefully they’ll dry while we walk”
“Maybe” Rosie shrugged.
The busses were leaving the car park of the school as the girls wandered out into the brisk afternoon air. It was still overcast but dry. Lula felt her thighs sweep past each other as the damp spandex clung beneath her tights. She was concerned that the inside of her tights would have a wet spot; but they were black, so hopefully not. She felt totally embarrassed, walking out of school having wet herself, but thrilled and excited. She felt slightly better that Rosie was in the same situation.
The girls said nothing until they walked out of the school grounds.
“Why did you wet?” Lula asked quickly. Rosie seemed surprised.
“Why? It actually was an accident”
“Oh. Won’t your Mum be annoyed?”
“Not if she doesn’t find out”
“Is that the first time since you… we… agreed…?”
“Yeah. I was doing so well. You?”
“Yeah, same” Lula felt herself blush.
There was a slight pause.
“What about Tom then?” Rosie asked. Lula’s heart skipped a beat.
“I don’t know”
“Why is he being like this”
“I. Don’t. Know”
“I’m not letting you go home without talking about it” Rosie claimed, shifting her legs as they walked, seemingly pulling her underwear from her skin.
“What if I don’t want to”
“Seriously. I’ve never seen you like that. You zoned out earlier”
“So?”
“SO…. That’s not okay”
“I’m okay”
“Bullshit”
“It is, isn’t it”
“No, I mean, you”
“Yeah. Probably is my fault”
“NO!” Rosie yelled out. She halted and grabbed Lula’s bag, spinning her around. Lula almost lost her balance.
“Don’t you dare start saying it’s your fault. Don’t blame yourself if he can’t give a reason” Rosie was pointing at Lula’s face. Lula stared at Rosie blankly. Tears had started to well up in her eyes but she wasn’t reacting. Rosie hugged her. Lula almost fell back again.
“This is NOT your fault” Rosie reassured her.
“Thanks” Lula whimpered on Rosie’s shoulder.
“So when we get to mine” Rosie started, pulling away from Lula and pulling at her skirt again, “I’ll wash… these” she waved her arms at each of their skirts, “and you’re not going home until you’re okay… okay?”
Lula smiled as a tear dribbled down her cheek. She nodded.
“Also… It’s reeaallyy cold” Rosie finished.
“Yeah” Lula shivered. She was reminded of the bitterly cold dampness between her legs.
“It shouldn’t be too muddy. It’ll be frosted over” claimed Rosie as she lead Lula into the woods to her house.
“Really? It’s getting dark” Lula questioned.
“It’ll be fine. You know I always go this way. Haven’t been kidnapped yet” she joked. Lula sighed and followed.
Given it was late December and now about 15:45 the sun was already setting. Light inside the woods was limited. A dreary, thin fog clung to the trees and the leaves and mud were dry and crunchy to tread on.
“I don’t like it” Lula admitted.
“It’s fine!” Rosie convinced her.
Lula wrapped herself tighter within her jacket, squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to warm them up.
Orange beams of light pierced the bare branches above Lula’s head. She looked upwards and saw the dark branches winding and clawing at one another over the track. Leaves were piled up either side of the mud track where people had been walking. Dips where puddles would form were dotted white with frost. Despite the fog, Lula noticed the cloud of breath each time she exhaled.
“It’s cold” she stated.
“Yeah” admitted Rosie whose voice seemed shaken.
“Want my scarf?” asked Lula.
“Nah, thanks though” Rosie denied the offer, pulling at her skirt once more while bobbing her legs.
“You okay?” asked Lula.
“Well” she huffed, “I sort of need to…” she didn’t finish her sentence. Wow, again? Must be the cold.
“Well we’re nearly at yours, right?”
“Sort of” Rosie winced as she took a deep inhale.
“Fuck it” she snapped, stopping on the track and looking around.
“Huh?” Lula turned around.
Rosie was stood bolt upright, her head leaning back into her collar and her eyes closed. In the silence of the woods, Lula heard the patter of a liquid against the floor. She widened her eyes and stared down. Rosie was wetting herself.
Rosie’s legs were shoulder width apart and her feet pointing out at diagonals. Her fists were clenched tightly into fists.
“Mmmm. So warm” She muttered as her pee ran down her tights and splattered onto the ground.
Wat the fuck. This is so open. Is there anyone coming?
Lula was panicking for Rosie. She looked around erratically to make sure no one was around. They were totally alone. Lula turned back to Rosie to see a thin waterfall of pee fall from underneath Rosie’s skirt, which seemed to be keeping dry. The pee was wetting the cold, dry ground beneath her, splashing against her shoes. The inside of her tights shone as her thighs then calves became soaked. Lula could just make out the black leather of Rosie’s shoes shine as it seemed to leak down the tights and into her shoes.
I bet that IS warm though…
Lula clenched her thighs together once again to keep herself warm.
As Rosie’s stream slowed down she opened her eyes and lifted her right leg, letting the pee dribble down her tights and onto the ground. She patted down her skirt and realised it had remained dry. Both the ground and Rosie’s legs were lightly steaming from the warmth.
“What? I’d already done it in the bathroom… at least I’m warm now!” Rosie admitted carelessly, knowing no one else was present.
“You’re mad”
“What’s mad when you’re warm” she smiled. Lula shook her head.
“We’re meant to be… not… doing that”
“Well we already both did, so today we can”
“We?” Lula asked.
“Yeah. We’ve both failed today so what does it matter? You’re cold right? You go?”
“What, no!” Lula huffed.
Rosie grabbed at her tights to rinse them out then wiped her hands on her skirt.
“Whatever then. Lets go?” she said enthusiastically.
“What? You got upset when that happened in the hostel” Lula exclaimed. Rosie didn’t respond straight away.
“No one’s here” she said quietly.
“So you chose to?”
“I guess”
Lula was a bit stunned and had her hands out ready to talk but no words came out.
“So…?” Rosie asked, shaking her head, “You’ve already done it too” Lula felt her face go red again.
“Warm yourself up” Rosie said. Lula couldn’t tell if that was a demand.
“What… no” she felt embarrassed.
“Okay. Doesn’t mater then? Lets go?” Rosie began to walk away. Lula followed.
How can she just do it so nonchalantly? She’s comfortable in front of me, cool, but what if someone sees her wet tights? What if her Mum finds out? Damn, I do sort of need to pee. Was she right? It IS warm… No! Hmm.
Lula shifted her weight slightly as they carried on through the woods. They hadn’t spoken for a few minutes.
“This is uncomfortable though” Rosie claimed, stopping once again. She took her shoes off one at a time and tipped them upside down, letting a few droplets fall to the floor. Her feet were soaked in her tights.
“Didn’t think about the shoes” she admitted. Lula didn’t know how to respond. She felt a twinge in her bladder though. The cold seemed to stab through her abdomen. She felt like her bladder was swelling to keep her inside warm.
What if I… just let a little go? At a time. Just a little at a time.
As they paced onwards, Lula tried it. She winced her face then opened the floodgates only to immediately clench again. The tiniest rush of pee shot into her underwear. There was a moment of warmth against her vagina but nothing else. She had no idea how much had actually come out, but it got cold pretty quickly.
I can’t. I can’t. Rosie won’t care though. Oof. Ohhhh.
Lula’s footsteps crunched through the leaves at a slower pace. Rosie realised.
“What?”
“I…”
Rosie knew exactly what.
“Seriously just go”
Lula shrieked, her knees pinned together and feet slightly apart.
The front of her crotch felt bruised as it bloated outwards. The waistline of both her skort and skirt were stretched. No amount of holding or rubbing her waist could subdue the bloat. She took a few deep breaths then felt it. With her knees still together, Lula felt a warm stream flow between her thighs. The pee flew off her knees, falling at a few different angles as wet patches slowly spread over her calves.
“Told you” Lula heard Rosie dig from a few meters away. She was trying to block everything out though. As she took her breaths, Lula felt the bitter air dry the inside of her mouth. With every inhale she felt colder but with every passing second the pee was warming her up.
Lula’s multiple layers of clothing were soaking up the pee. Everything below her waistband was saturated and steaming. Lula felt the pee pool in her shoes as it carried on leaking down her legs. Her deep breaths turned into fast erratic breathing. She pulled her knees apart causing the continuous river of pee between her thigs to fall to the mud beneath with a splash. Lula let out a few shallow whines.
As her pee subsided, Lula gently rubbed her legs together and heard the faint rustle of the wet tights. Whilst her upper body still stung with cold, her lower body bathed in warmth.
“Nice, huh?” Rosie asked. Lula snapped her eyes open having almost forgot where she was and who was there.
Fuck. That was good. I can’t. I shouldn’t. That was nice though.
“Uoh” Lula whimpered.
“I know, good job it’s dark!” Rosie agreed, smiling.
“We need to get to yours” Lula claimed.
“Not long, come on”
It took Lula a few minutes to walk comfortably. Her knickers, the spandex shorts of her skort, and her tights all clung against her legs. Her wet clothes felt slightly heavy. She felt her thighs chafe with wetness. With every other step, Lula would feel the odd dribble of pee make its way down her legs from her saturated spandex shorts. She felt the droplets run freely down her legs as she walked.
Fuck this is hot. It shouldn’t be but it is. This is dirty. My legs are soggy. My crotch is damp. But fuck, ohhh.
As heavy as her legs felt, her chest felt pressured from the rate of her heart. Lula was so turned on she didn’t know how to stop the sensation flood her body. She also felt embarrassed from wetting in front of Rosie, not that it had been the first time, but this time she was already emotional from the incident with Tom. Once again, the conflict of emotions seemed to be drowning her. Tears began to roll down her face.
As the girls walked up the driveway of Rosie’s house, she walked over the grass and looked down.
“Might as well be empty” she stated as she clenched her face and a small stream of pee once again fell from beneath her. It lasted no more than three seconds.
“You?” she asked. Lula shrugged. The sunset was nearing its end and the sky was now the darkest royal blue. Their breath still formed clouds in front of them. Stars twinkled above them.
As Rosie unlocked her door, Lula pushed slightly and felt a small pool of pee re-soak the gusset of her knickers. She didn’t feel it dribble anywhere; her clothed soaked it all up.
Up in Rosie’s bedroom, Rosie pulled her skirt down and flung it over towards her washing pile. With the bedroom light on, Lula could make out a faint contrast in wet and dry material on Rosie’s tights. Lula noticed that Rosie’s white underwear were clinging to her backside as the tint of pale skin showed through both layers of clothing.
“Do you want to… go get changed first?” Rosie asked Lula, “You can borrow some leggings until you’re stuff is washed?”
“Thanks” Lula responded, shyly accepting Rosie’s clothes.
Once Lula locked the door to the bathroom a heavy weight overcame her as she felt safe. She immediately let out a low, mumbled groan and shoved her hand underneath her skirt. The pad of the wet layers of clothes squelched beneath her fingers as they were covered in a layer of pee. She pulled her hand away, The skin of her fingers had already felt shrivelled and somewhat sticky.
Goddddammmmnnn, Fuck.
Lula pulled her skirt and tights down. The skirt was pretty much dry, just cold. Her tights were almost fully wet. The threading of the tights glistened against the ceiling light. Lula piled the clothes on the floor. Knowing Rosie had said she could use the shower, and the fact her clothes were about to be thrown in the washing machine, she decided to help rid the scent of pee and stepped straight into the shower in her knickers and skort. The skirt of the skort was dry ad the front but damp at the back. The saturated spandex was soft and padded-liked beneath Lula’s touch. Before switching the shower on, Lula grabbed her crotch with the palm of her hand and pushed as hard as she could. She felt the palm of her hand flood as another wave of pee spread across the stretchy material beneath her skin. She tightened her grip somewhat and caused some soaked pee to leak over her hand and forearm. She ran her middle finger up the middle of the shorts, starting near her backside and pulling as she reached her vagina. Her left leg wobbled as her thigh tensed but she kept her posture. The last few drops of pee felt like they burned as they streamed out. Lula knew her underwear would be totally soaked. She began to feel dirty as she considered the wet clothes against her skin.
After many handfuls of shower gel clumped and rubbed against her body and clothes, she pulled off the skort and underwear and let them slap towards the base of the shower. The water fell onto the already wet clothes and as far as Lula thought, began to rinse them out. The intense, steamy heat of the shower was divine compared to the temperature they’d just walked in.
Once finished, Lula was stood on the fluffy bath mat drying herself with a fresh towel. She looked around the cabinets to see if there was any talc anywhere. She figured her legs could do with a proper drying. Not wanted to snoop, but desperately wanting to rid the sensation of having peed down her legs, Lula started to open the few cupboards in the room. Upon opening the second door she froze and glared. On the bottom shelf was an open pack of night time incontinence pants. Lula gasped.
Her Mum said she’d only buy her those if she carried on… Has she been doing it all week anyway? Has she used some? They must be for her… Oh my…
Lula awkwardly closed the door, trying not to make a sound, and decided she didn’t need to put on any talc. Her mind was full of questions for Rosie.
Can I ask her though? I shouldn’t have found them. She hasn’t told me so she doesn’t want me to know… I wonder what it’s like…
Walking back into Rosie’s bedroom commando in her friend’s leggings, Rosie told Lula to put her clothes in the washing machine downstairs where hers already were. Rosie locked herself in the bathroom as Lula slumped her way down the stairs. She hated not wearing underwear. She felt totally exposed.
As Lula pulled the round door to the washing machine she saw Rosie’s wet clothes already inside. Despite some hesitation, Lula pinched the edge of Rosie’s white knickers and lifted them from the machine. The white cotton was tinted yellow at the front and gusset and was a light grey up the front and back. Lula shivered then put her own clothes inside and switched it on as Rosie had shown her to do so.
Sat alone on Rosie’s bed, Lula began to think back on the day’s events. Rosie had been in the shower a good 20-30 minutes. The wash cycle was on for another half an hour and they would then need to allow for the clothes to dry. Lula opened the Messenger app and started scrolling through her messages with Tom.
“What you gonna’ do about him?” Rosie’s voice sounded from behind Lula. She flinched. She never heard her come in.
“Dunno” she admitted. Rosie paced further into her room in some loose fitting pyjamas. Lula immediately wanted to ask about the nappies she’d seen. Christ, nappy is such a horrible word. Babyish. Childish. Just no.
“He said he loved me” she whimpered.
“You didn’t say it back did you?” Rosie questioned.
Lula didn’t respond.
“You’re stupid” Rosie said sympathetically, sitting net to Lula and snuggling against her. Lula nodded.
Lula finally gave in and told Rosie everything, to the finest detail, about the night in the hostel. Rosie acted as both the shoulder to cry on and the straight talking best friend. Lula cried. She laughed. She got lost in thought. She considered. She concluded.
“Love is shit”
“No. He is shit. Love is good… probably” Rosie reassured.
“I fell too hard and too quickly”
“Aww”
“Shut up”
“You’re right though”
“I know”
“Well just focus on the mocks now. Don’t let him ruin the exams”
“You’re right”
“I know!” Rosie mocked.
“You know… you’ve still never paid me for my advice” Rosie continued to mock. Lula nudged her. She looked up at Rosie’s radiator and at her clothes which had been drying for a while. The tights had dried out but her knickers were partially damp. Whatever.
“I’m gong to get changed again” Lula announced.
“Cool okay”
Once Lula was changed and handed back Rosie’s leggings, she called her Mum to come and collect her. Her Mum was none the wiser about what had happened. It didn’t matter though. Tomorrow was the last day before Christmas so everyone would be wearing their own clothes. Her Mum would wash her uniform again and it wouldn’t be worn for about three weeks.
Do I try and speak to him tomorrow? Just clear the air. Find out what’s going on. I can’t... cannot go into Christmas not knowing. Should I apologise? Do I have anything to apologise for? Did I do something wrong? Hmm. |
A free and confining Christmas morning
As she shifted her weight, Lula took a deep breath as she curled up in her fresh bedding. She crossed her toes over one another and snuggled her face into her softest blanket. The plump fluffiness cushioned her cheek as her face sunk. Her long, thick cotton pyjama bottoms were warming her legs. She rolled over and stretched out until her arms and legs strained. She sighed. Lula could hear the wind whipping against her bedroom window. It was never going to be a white Christmas but it was certainly a cold one.
The last few days off from school had been great. Lula had had the opportunity to just chill out away from the drama of the past few weeks. She never could pluck the courage to speak to Tom on the last day of school. She desperately wanted to but her emotions got the better of her. In the end, she’d convinced herself to ignore him just as much as he was with her. Lula had admitted to herself that, and she hated to admit it, was maybe too unstable to be committing to such a serious… relationship? Or just love as a whole. She didn’t even know if it was love. She’d had crushes before but this had felt different. It was a shame that it all finished as quickly as it started. All she knew was that she didn’t want her Christmas and New Year ruined by some boy.
Despite being comfy, Lula couldn’t sleep. She always loved Christmas but this wasn’t down to excitement. She lifted her arm from under her covers and flipped her phone onto her bed. She squinted as the screen blinded her. She hesitated for a while.
Lula: “I don’t think you know how I’ve felt recently and I don’t know if you care. I’m done. Either tell me where we stand or never speak to me again. Don’t play me along”
Lula gasped for air as she hurriedly locked her phone and let it fall from her hands onto her bed. Her composure over the last few days had helped her, she felt, toughen up. She scrunched her face in an attempt not to tear up.
No. Nonononono. Don’t.
She didn’t.
She exhaled.
She turned back around and snuggled in her covers again.
She closed her eyes.
Lula winced as she felt the sleep grit in her eyes. She wiped her brow with her hand and spent some seconds picking the grit from her vision. She yawned and stretched. It was 08:02. Her parents hadn’t woken up yet. Lula groaned as she slipped from underneath her covers and groggily stood up. She pulled her curtains aside to see the dry yet overcast morning. The sun was still low and there was an amber tint behind the clouds. She opened her window and took a deep breath of cold air. Mmmmmmm.
Am I too told to go waking Mum and Dad up? I don’t mind waiting…
Lula slumped back onto her bed and stretched again.
Oh yeah… Rosie’s present.
Rosie had given Lula a present at school on their last day. She had demanded that Lula not open it until Christmas Day. Lula admittedly felt a bit bad that she’d forgotten about it until now. She pulled the zip on her school bag and reached inside. She pulled out a plump package. The wrapping paper rustled between her fingers. Despite Rosie’s usual clumsiness, Lula was somewhat surprised as the neatness of her gift. She remembered telling Rosie off as she hadn’t brought her a gift. She felt bad. She squeezed the package. It squished between her hands. Huh.
As Lula pulled away the wrapping paper, she could see the thick, violet, fluffy socks resting on her knees. Between them was another wrapped package. These are SO soft. Wow. Lula immediately put them on and scrunched her toes. Christ, these are nice. Thank you, Rosie.
Confused at the second package, Lula gave it another squeeze. It wasn’t as plump as the socks had been but still soft. She flipped it over to see Rosie had written on it in black marker.
‘Don’t have too much fun! : )’
Too much… fun? What?
Intrigued, Lula pulled away the wrapping paper. White?
Lula pulled the paper from beneath the second gift to reveal…
A nappy! One of Rosie’s… What the fuck. Lula panicked and threw it to the other end of her bed. Did she know I found them? Why would she give me one? They MUST be hers. Oh my God. I have to hide it.
Lula’s heart began to race as she suddenly believed her parents would walk in on her with the nappy on her bed. The thought of that situation caused Lula’s chest to strain. She quickly pushed it underneath the duvet and slowed hear breathing. Quiet.
There was still no sound. Her parents weren’t moving around. Lula nervously pulled the covers back to expose the nappy. Nappy is still a shit word… diaper? Nah. Pad… Incontin… Uh.
Lula poked at it then felt the nappy. The softness of the inside surprised her. She didn’t know what to expect. She hadn’t worn one since she was a baby. Just touching it excited her. How would… when would I even use it? How do I hide it? Where would I put it? I can’t wear it anywhere. What about…
She knew her idea in that moment was completely stupid and dangerous but intrigue got the better of her. She quickly undressed her bottom half and sheepishly slipped into the incontinence pants. She wiggled her hips as she pulled them up to her crotch. She tensed as she felt the padding reach her vagina. She looked down at herself. What the fuck am I doing? Mmm. She knew everything about this was wrong but at the same time she felt free yet… confined. Lula squeezed the outside of the nappy and rubbed it against her bare skin. She took an erratic deep breath. This is not how she had planned to start the day.
I wonder what it feels like with clothes on… This is how Rosie would…
Lula put back on her underwear and pyjama bottoms. The nappy itself wasn’t too thick. Trying to remember the packaging, Lula believed she had seen night time incontinence pants. So she’d wear them at night? She never looked like she had them on in the day? I know I wasn’t looking but still… She WOULD wet at night…
*CrEaK*
Fuck.
The floorboards outside Lula’s bedroom were creaking. That could only mean movement. She’d been nervous before but this was a new sense of falling. Lula felt the life drain from her head to her toes as her heart skipped a beat and she felt exposed. Seconds is all she had. She leaped back towards her bed and manically hid underneath her covers, wrapping her legs inside. She spluttered.. She hadn’t realised she’d been holding her breath.
Her bedroom door opened.
“Luuuuulaaa” her Dad’s voice hummed. Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.
“Gooood morrrniinnngg” sounded the cheery voice again. Oh nononononononono.
“Is she awake?” asked Lula’s Mum.
“I think so” replied her Dad.
“Merry Christmas!” both her parents yelled as they switched on her bedroom light. Shitshitshitshitshitshit pretend to wake up. They won’t know. They won’t know.
“Whaa…” Lula pretended to act shocked and groggy, covering her eyes.
“It’s Christmas!” her Dad yelled again, making his way across Lula’s room then sitting on the edge of her bed.
“What’s all this?” her Mum asked, looking down at the wrapping paper on the floor. SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT.
“R… Rosie got me a present” she claimed.
“Two?” her Mum asked, picking up both pieces of wrapping paper. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
“Two… yeah” WHATDOISAYWHATDOISAYWHATDOISAY?
Lula kicked her feet from beneath her covers.
“Look, she wrapped them up individually” Lula lied, shaking her feet.
“Oh, they’re nice” her Dad responded, grabbing her toes and feeling the softness. Lula tried to kick away her father’s grip. Her Mum scrunched up the paper in her hands and placed it in Lula’s bin. Thank fucking fuck she didn’t see the writing. Fuck.
“You coming downstairs?” her Dad asked, playfully pulling at her covers. Lula resisted.
“In a minute?” she replied, still pulling at her covers.
“A minute? It’s Christmas? Santa’s been!” her Dad joked. Lula smiled sarcastically.
“In a minute” she said again.
“Fine. Humbug. We’ll go unwrap without you!” he joked again, sitting up from her bed and following his wife out of the room.
AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHH FUCK. Thanks, Rosie. |
Christmas gifts
As Lula's adventure reaches its 25th chapter, which was totally not planned for her 25th day of December, I want to say a huge thank you to those who have read the story and for all the support. As much as I like to make the characters come alive, it's nice to know people are actually reading it. I hope everyone had a good New Year and that everyone is happy and safe. Lula's yet to have her New Year's Eve, which I have some ideas for. I wonder what Lula should do... or what should happen... Or what she should have to deal with...
Bloated, heavy, and exhausted, Lula fell backwards onto her bed. Her body bounced as she hit her mattress. Oof. She let out a half burp and exhaled. She spent a few minutes just staring up towards the ceiling, her hands resting on her overly full stomach. Presents were good, festivities were fun, but the feast of a dinner is what Christmas was all about. Whilst turkey is usually dry, her Dad’s method of cooking their bird made it leak with moisture. Smoky, streaky bacon had wrapped the succulent white meat and the inside leaked with soft and crispy stuffing. The roast potatoes were crispy and flaky but fluffy and airy in the throughout. A selection of vegetables had been served on a giant dish they could all help themselves from. The giant dish, plentiful in coloured goodness, was bathed in a salted butter. Plump and squidgy Yorkshire puddings had been served on the side. They had absorbed all the juices of the meal. Instead of store bought pigs in blankets, Lula’s Dad had wrapped some thick, juicy, peppered sausages in even more streaky bacon. Lula had helped herself to a few dollops of light, buttery mashed potato. Her mouth salivated at the smell before she’d even seen what was on offer. Her nose twitched at the memory of the meal as she laid immobile on her bed.
*vrrbt vrrbt*
“Uh” Lula let out a groan as she attempted to roll her body to the side to grab her phone. She failed. She took a few deep breaths. Again, she forced her body to the right and she grabbed her phone.
Rosie: “Merry Christmas bitchtits! You’ve been quiet all day”
Lula: “Merry Christmas to you too”
Rosie: “Get anything nice? ;)”
Lula: “Laptop, clothes, chocolate, you?”
Rosie: “You got me? Awww love you too”
Lula: “What did YOU get?”
Rosie: “Nothing from you!”
Lula: “DON’T MAKE ME FEEL BAD I KNOW YOUR PRESENT IS HERE”
Rosie: “You should feel bad”
Lula: “I DO HUSH”
Rosie: “Did you like my gifts? Did you have fun?”
Lula: “Yeah about that”
Rosie: “Yes?”
Lula: “Did you not consider my parents could have seen me open it?”
Rosie: “Shit not really. I thought you’d open it when you got home”
Lula: “It’s a CHRISTMAS present. Why would I open it before? But why though?”
Rosie: “Sorry. Thought you’d appreciate it”
Lula: “The socks I do, I have them on now”
Rosie: “Do you have it on as well?”
Lula: “It? NO!”
Rosie: “Okay”
Lula: “Why did you give it to me? Why do you have one?”
Lula knew she had to pretend she hadn’t seen them in Rosie’s bathroom before.
Rosie: “You know why”
Lula: “That’s why I’m asking?”
Rosie: “My Mum got them for me”
Lula: “You said she’d only get them if you kept having accidents”
Rosie: “Yeah”
Lula: “We agreed we wouldn’t?”
Rosie: “Lol you know when I said sometimes I couldn’t help it”
Lula: “Right”
Rosie: “Well I could and I failed. Sue me”
Lula: “Cheeky. When?”
Rosie: “Tuesday or Wednesday night?”
Lula: “So not 2 days into the promise?”
Rosie: “It was the middle of the night, I was super desperate, it was cold outside, I woke up in pain”
Lula: “And?”
Lula didn’t want to make it obvious she was digging for details, but she totally was.
Rosie: “Well I wet the bed. Still have the protector so everything was fine obviously”
Lula: “Well you’re a liar who breaks promises”
Rosie: “My Mum found out the next day and was more annoyed than usual so she bought me them”
Lula: “Have you used them?”
She knew Rosie had used them from the open packet.
Rosie: “Lol”
Lula: “?”
Rosie: “Yeah lol”
Lula: “And?”
Rosie: “And what?”
Lula: “Well how does it feel?”
Rosie: “Weird and nice. Like you can pee and it doesn’t go anywhere. Leaks a LITTLE bit if you use it too much”
Lula: “Too much? How many times did you use it?”
Rosie: “Was that Thursday evening we walked home. After you left I put one on and used it until school on Friday”
Lula: “Not at school?”
Rosie: “God no. Just overnight”
Lula: “How many times?”
Rosie: “Lots of questions you should try lol. About 3 or 4”
Lula: “No. Oh okay. What do you do with them afterwards?”
Rosie: “Throw them away?”
Lula: “Oh lol obviously”
Rosie: “I didn’t really think how you’d throw yours away sorry”
Lula: “You still think I’m going to use it?”
Rosie: “I don’t think I KNOW”
Lula: “You can go away now”
Rosie: “Speak laterrrrr :D”
She has literally just admitted to me she wears nappies at night. Like a child? A baby? Hmm. They wouldn’t make adult ones if people didn’t need them. Right? I mean, she sort of needs them? But all the times she’s wet recently she did it on purpose. She totally does it on purpose. Huh. She’s admitted so much to me in the last few months. I’VE only been doing all this for a few months. I should stop? I have to hide it all the time. The bag under my bed smells a bit. Have my parents smelled it? But it’s so good. Uh. Feels so good. Ugh. I still can’t move. Food was so good. Tired.
Lula could feel her eyes drooping as her food coma started to kick in. She was prepared to hide under her covers and wake up whenever her body decided to but she was hesitant. Is this the best time to…?
She edged towards it then stopped, then edged again and stopped. Her ears pricked as she listened for any movement again. Fuck it.
Lula listened for a few seconds then darted, as clumsily and as bloated as she could, to the other side of her bed and she pulled the corner of her mattress up. There it was. The bag in a bag in a bag. She rustled the plastic as the bags unravelled. The waft of pee filled her nose as her pee knickers and a recently added pair of leggings sat crumpled together. With them was a fresh, crisp, dry nappy, courtesy of Rosie. She sighed then lifted it out, pushing the bags back down and letting the mattress flop back into place.
Leaning and almost falling out her bed, Lula stumbled down and stood up as quickly as she could. She stopped and listened once again. Nothing. Good.
She pulled off her jeans and threw them to the corner of her room. She slipped out of her dark blue, midnight coloured knickers and apprehensively stepped into the incontinence pants. She wiggled her hips as she pulled it up her thighs and against her crotch. She shivered as the soft padding tickled the skin of her vagina. She hear a bang. Her heart stopped. She leaned over herself like a deer in headlights. This was not how she wanted to be exposed. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckno. She hurriedly stepped back into her dark blue knickers, not really understanding why but it felt right, and then into her long cotton pyjamas she’d worn a few nights in a row. She looked down at herself. You know what? You almost can’t tell.
She stopped and listened once more. There were no more sounds. Her heart started to beat normally. She was somewhat confident if she was seen now that neither of her parents would know what she was wearing. She wiggled her hips again. There were little to no crinkle sounds. She grabbed her backside and squeezed at the slightly thicker than usual texture. She did the same with her crotch, noticing the difference of the padded material covering her decency. Lula took the deepest of breaths. God, this feels good. It shouldn’t but it does. Should I… use it? No. I can’t. But should I? I don’t need to pee… Hmm.
Considering whether to take the thing off and hide it again, Lula eventually settled with getting back into bed. She also considered telling Rosie but decided she couldn’t dare. She shuffled left and right, feeling the padding gently rustle against her bare skin. I’ve not worn one since I was a baby. I shouldn’t be wearing this. I should take it off. It feels so good. It’s comfy. Ugggh.
As Lula shifted her weight under her duvet, resting her head on her pillows, and getting gradually more comfortable, her eyes once again began to feel heavy. As she lost the ability to stay awake, she began to forget what she was wearing and drifted away into darkness. |
Don’t hate me for being gone for so long >.<
Life and studies and work and sleep. Sorry.
I promise I’ll upload more regularly. However, please excuse my purposeful multiple uploads in an attempt to keep you all interested after my lack of content. xxx
New Years Revelations – Part 2
Lula flinched with anticipation. She was somewhat looking forward to the evening with Rosie and all their parents. She threw off her blanket she had been napping under as she heard the muffled, cheery voices from downstairs.
*thud thud thud thud thud thud*
Stairs.
Lula awkwardly made her bed, kicked some worn clothes to the side of her room and brushed herself down. Her door swung open and Rosie burst into her room.
“Biaaatttchhhh” Rosie screeched as she hopped over Lula’s floor before hugging her. Lula hugged back. Rosie was as cheery as ever. As Rosie pulled away she dropped her backpack to the floor with a soft thud. She tilted her head and smiled. Rosie was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans, faded down the front and ripped slightly at her knees. She had obviously kicked her shoes off downstairs as her toes wiggled underneath her plump, fluffy, purple socks. Her oversized, flamingo pink jumper looked comfortable and snug and rested just over her waist.
“Smells amazing!” Rosie exclaimed, sitting on the edge of Lula’s bed as if se owned the place.
“Yeah, we told him not to do too much but… he is”
“Good. Love your Dad’s food”
Lula smirked.
“Heavy bag?” Lula asked.
“YES!” Rosie almost shouted. She leaned forwards and dragged the bag towards her. Rosie unzipped it and pulled out a four pack of blue WKD. The bottles clanged as she wrested with the cardboard, pulling them from her bag. Lula caught a glimpse of what was underneath the bottles.
Why’d she bring more clothes? Hmm. Huh, please no. Not here.
“Well?” Rosie asked.
“Well what?”
“They’re cold, had them in the fridge, you want one?”
Hmm. What does she actually think is going to happen tonight?
“Now?”
“Yes, now, obviously, God” Rosie pulled a bottle and waved it in front of Lula. Lula was still hesitant.
“Oh come on, Lules. Our parents are on the wine already”
“How are you getting home later then?” Lula asked. Rosie looked confused.
“You didn’t know we were staying?”
“Obviously not”
“Well, we are” Rosie grinned.
That explains the spare clothes. Hmm. Lighten up, Lula.
“Is that okay?” Rosie asked.
“Yeah, I just didn’t know”
Lula grabbed the bottle from Rosie and immediately put it on the side.
“I’ll get a bottle opener, one sec”
“Mmhmm” Rosie agreed.
Lula squeezed between her half open bedroom door and the wall. She could hear her parents with Rosie’s downstairs. She could also hear the clanging of plates meaning the food was being served. Her mouth salivated slightly and smelled stronger as she went downstairs.
“No way!”
“Yes, haha! I know!”
Awwh, that’s crazy”
“Well I wasn’t sure at first but you know”
“Yeah, yeah”
“Every time, mate, happened every time”
“Just bollocks, innit”
Lula caught snippets of conversation between the parents.
This isn’t going to be awkward at all…
She entered the kitchen where, as Rosie said, all the parents were on a selection of red and white wine. A few bottles were scattered across the kitchen surface. Lula noticed her parents’ wine rack was no longer full as it usually was. Huh, that’s always full.
“Loooollaaa!” shouted Rosie’s Mum admirably. She walked over and leaned forwards, gently hugging Lula.
“Hi, Molly” Lula politely replied.
“Hi, Lewis” Lula greeted Rosie’s Dad. He raised his glass and nodded before carrying on the conversation with Lula’s Dad as he prepared the food. Her Dad was clipping some tongs together as he spoke.
“You alright?” her own Mum asked.
“Umm, yeah, was just looking for a…”
Ugggh, shit shit shit.
“… a bottle opener?”
Lula’s Mum smiled from behind the wine glass and nodded, a red dribble leaking down her chin as she smirked.
“Here you go” she said, wiping her mouth. She raised her eyebrows as Lula awkwardly took it, trying to avoid eye contact.
“What?” Lula nervously asked her Mum.
“Nothing” she seemingly lied, “just be good. Careful” she replied. Lula had no idea if Rosie’s parents knew about… well anything. She tried to play it off as if they didn’t.
“Yeah, of course” Lula replied with a shaky voice, giving her Mum a stern look.
As Lula left the kitchen she turned and saw both the Mum’s leaning into each other and giggling.
Shit are they laughing about me? About us drinking? Do they both know about what happened after the party? Oh fuck. Please no. Does my Mum know about Rosie? Do they both know everything?
Lula’s heart began to pound as the idea of both her and Rosie’s pee misadventures were known by all their parents rather than just kept between each of their own. She took a deep breath to compose herself as she clenched the bottle opener hard.
Fuck it, I’ll prove I can drink and not wet. I’ll show them.
Lula suddenly found some confidence and let her shoulders loosen. She was now determined to have a fun evening. She leaped up the stairs and turned on her feet into her room. She palmed open her door and forwards a few steps.
Lula halted. Stunned. She stopped breathing. She felt sick. Her stomach cramped and her chest constricted. She felt a wave of cold fill her up from her head to her toes. She tried to speak but just stammered.
“I mean… I guess I was right” Rosie said softly. Lula couldn’t respond. She felt paralysed. All she could do was grasp the bottle opener tighter. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck whywhywhywhywhy.
“I never knew about… these though” she said softly again, holding up the double wrapped plastic bag in her hands.
Why did she look. Why the fuck did she look through my stuff. UNDER my bed. Oh fuck. Fucking fuck. Oh fuck.
“Why the fuck are you going through my things” Lula asked abruptly. Her grip on the bottle opener got tighter. Her hand was shaking.
“I didn’t mean… I just guessed, remember, that you had it… there” Rosie tried to explain. She genuinely had no idea she’d find more than the nappy in Lula’s hiding place.
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New Years Revelations – Part 3
There was a long awkward silence between the girls. Lula wanted to curl up and die. She had been holding her breath for nearly ten seconds. Her eyes were pierced on Rosie.
“Sorry” she muttered, resting the bad down on Lula’s bed. Lula’s eyes started to water. This is everything she wished had never happened. She’d got scared doing things in front of Rosie before but never had she imagined being outed like this. Lula sniffed and unclenched her fists. The bottle opener fell to the carpet as she wiped the tears from her face. She slumped her way over to the window and stared outside.
Silence again.
“Do you… have… like… what I have?” Rosie asked quietly.
Lula didn’t respond.
“Because it’s okay…”
Lula took a deep breath.
“I’ve… w…wet most of my…”
“Stop” snapped Lula. Rosie inhaled sharply.
“Foooooood!!!” a voice yelled from downstairs. Both girls flinched. Lula rubbed her eyes once again.
“Give it here” Lula snapped, turning around, ignoring Rosie, and grabbing the bag from her bed. Rosie shuffled out of Lula’s way and stood up. Lula clambered over her mattress, lifting it up by the wall and stuffing the bag back to where it belonged. She fell crossed-legged onto her bed and put her head in her hands. Rosie stood there for a few seconds feeling both guilty and strangely relieved.
I knew it… I think. She was always… No one would ever… do it… for fun? Rosie thought to herself.
“Can I?” Rosie asked, leaning a knee onto Lula’s bed. Lula didn’t respond.
Rosie leaned forwards again and climbed over next to Lula. She folded her legs and leaned into her friend, sliding her arm underneath Lula’s.
“Sorry” she whispered.
“I didn’t know… but it’s okay…I won’t… ever say anything”
Lula tried to turn away but Rosie wouldn’t’ let her. Rosie could feel the aggressive beating of Lula’s heart against her arm.
“I fucked up” Rosie admitted. Lula scoffed.
“I know, I fucked up and this is all my fault but we can, I don’t know, talk about it? I’ve told you all about… my…”
“I don’t” Lula snapped under her breath.
“… don’t?”
“I don’t have what you have” Lula admitted with gritted teeth.
“Oh”
“I just…” Oooooh fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“I just… “ Lula took a few deep breaths.
“I just… like it” Lula’s shoulders dropped and she took another deep breath. Her back relaxed as her muscles untensed. She felt a wave of relief flood through her body. The pins and needles in her legs felt warm and not just tingly. She leaned her head to the left to rest on Rosie’s.
“FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!” the voice from downstairs shouted again.
Rosie stroked Lula’s hand with her own.
“Knew it” she giggled. Lula was stunned.
“What?”
“I knew it” Rosie claimed again, “why else would you do it all with me?”
“Umm…” Lula didn’t know how to respond. She wiped away the last of the tears from her face.
“It’s okay. I didn’t want to tell you what happened that time at the party, remember? But you were having a shit time so I wanted to make you feel like I was having a worse time… but then you know, it all carried on”
“Mmm” Lula quietly agreed.
“Come on, food?” Rosie nudged. Lula nodded.
Both sets of parents were already cheerily tipsy. A custom playlist of 70’s and 80’s music was filling living room. A delicious display of finger food was laid out across the coffee table and on plates across the bottom of the fireplace. In the centre of the table was a large serving dish with thick, plump slices of juicy, smoked gammon. The meat was decorated with a brown sugar and honey glaze. Steam was gently rising from the serving tray. With a selection of foods piled on their plates the girls retreated back to Lula’s bedroom. Faint chatter and laughing could be heard from downstairs until they closed the bedroom door. They picked at the food for the first few minutes in silence.
“Wait” Lula exclaimed. Rosie looked up from her plate.
“You’ve stayed here loads of times and never…”
“Because… it used to be a problem… then I knew what it was… then I learned how to… not do it… and thennnn… liked it.. too” Rosie admitted, picking at her plate.
“…So we both?”
Rosie shrugged.
“Apparently so” she agreed.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. Fuck. Shit. Wow. She actually likes it. She knows… I like it. What now? Just be normal like nothing’s happened? Can we do that? Is that possible now? Everything will be awkward. Hmm.
“So what now?” Lula asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well… is this not awkward?”
“…No?”
“No?”
“No… why would it be?”
“Because… we… you found…”
“Fucking so? After what we’ve done? We’ve both… seen each other…”
“I guess”
“Nothing’s changed, Lule’s, we just both… both know now” Rosie awkwardly smiled. Lula managed a smile back.
“So for my next trick…” Rosie said.
“Hmm?” Lula murmured.
“You’ve not used your… and I brought a few… bits, in case… you know…” Lula’s mouth almost dropped open.
“Too soon?” Rosie asked. Lula shook her head then closed her eyes.
“I don’t… know if I can tonight? Our parents…”
“Will be drunk very soon. As long as we show our face at midnight they’ll be downstairs I’m sure” Lula knew this was one hundred percent true. She sighed.
“I…”
“You…?”
“I… want to”
“Saame” added Rosie.
“Wait. Wait, wait, wait. This definitely feels weird like we’re planning it now?”
“Like I said at least we know now… so that makes it less awkward… surely?”
“I don’t know yet” admitted Lula.
“Well we both have a nappy… and it’s your house so you have spare clothes and I brought some too…”
“Yeah I know but I do stuff in the bathroom… it’ll be weird if they see or hear us keep going in”
Rosie took a breath then leaned over and grabbed her bag, dragging it across the floor. She unzipped it and rummaged towards the bottom before pulling out a waterproof mattress cover.
“Why the fuck did you bring that?” Rosie shrugged.
“You never know”
“No. No. Not on my bed, no way”
“Okay… well it’s still waterproof so we could put it like.. on the floor?”
“Wha…” Lula didn’t know how to respond.
“Why are you so prepared?”
“You never know, right?” answered Rosie. She put up a finger then reached for the four pack of bottles.
“Right okay, the moment we open these we aren’t allowed to use the toilet. First one to… wet… loses?”
Lula was secretly excited about the idea.
“Umm… sure?”
“Yessss” Rosie exclaimed, reaching for the bottle opener Lula had dropped earlier. She popped the cap off two bottles and handed one to Lula.
“Only a full wet is a loss. Anything to ease the pressure is okay”
“What do you mean?” Lula asked, holding the bottle in her hand from the top, swinging it round.
“Like… dribbling or relieving pressure is fine, like this”
“Like what?”
Rosie shifted her position on the floor so her body was now facing Lula and opened her legs slightly. She opened and closed her legs a few times. Lula could make out the shape of her crotch as she closed her legs. After a while Rosie looked down and a dark, wet patch spread across the crotch of her light blue jeans. The wet spot grew slightly between her thighs before she closed her legs tight and giggled.
“That’s fine!” she said.
“Not on the floor…” Lula exclaimed.
“Well lets put the sheet down, come on”
The girls shifted the food and other bits that were spread across the floor. As they moved around Lula couldn’t help but keep looking at the newly formed pee stain on Rosie’s jeans. She hated admitting to herself that she was feeling excited. The fact Rosie now knew everything was relieving.
With the sheet spread across the floor the girls sat back down on it.
“Don’t worry about getting it wet… or with food or anything. I’ve got loads at home”
“Right”
“So, wanna play?” Rosie asked, sat crossed legged with the wet spot evident facing Lula, holding her bottle out.
Lula hesitated but not for long.
“Sure”
They tapped glasses and began to drink. |
New Years Revelations – Part 4
“YOU. DIDN’T!?”
Lula winced her face. Her eyebrows lowered as she smirked.
“You whORE” Rosie exclaimed.
“Shut up” Lula replied, lifting her bottle and finishing the last of the alcohol, She rested the empty bottle on the floor next to her first.
“Did he…?”
“Hmm?”
“You know?” Rosie said, putting her hand in front of her crotch and suggestively raising it. Lula nodded gently.
“Well, that’s how I… knew? He… was”
Rosie edged forwards.
“I couldn’t move in case he woke up. So just had to… wait”
“WhhhHoRE” Rosie murmured. Lula punched Rosie’s knee.
“Nothing happened. It was just… hard… and… warm? On my leg”
“BOnER” Rosie exclaimed again.
“Ssshhhhhhh” Lula panicked. Their parents’ downstairs kept varying in how loud they were shouting.
Lula shifted her weight. She slipped her right foot from under her bottom but stayed crossed legged on the floor. She swayed left and right on each cheek, easing the pressure she was feeling.
“I’m out too” Rosie complained, looking at her two empty bottles.
“I don’t think I’d be allowed to get any more” Lula admitted.
“Maybe coke or something?” she continued.
“That’s boring” Rosie complained once again.
“No way we’d sneak anything back here”
“Can’t you hear? They must be drunk by now”
“I don’t know” Lula replied, shifting her weight still. Rosie nodded towards her.
“You need to go, don’t you?”
Neither of the girls had done anything yet. After the confrontation not an hour ago, a weight seemed to have dropped from both their shoulders and they fell into deep conversation. Lula shook her head awkwardly.
“A bit” Lula admitted.
“Hmm. Same” Rosie stated. Lula peered back at Rosie’s crotch. The darker wet patch she’d made earlier had mostly dried from where she’d been moving around on the floor. If she looked closely she could make out a patch from where the pee had dried but it wasn’t too obvious.
“So what? Are we… are you actually going to do anything?” Lula asked.
“Well, yeah”
“Okay” Lula replied, her enthusiasm for conversation once again dying.
“You still don’t want to? Come on Lule’s, we’ve done the shitty awkward bit. We both know now”
“Yeah. I know” she admitted.
“The taxi? The hostel? The woods? The blow up bed? Come on. I’ve seen you do it so many times and you’ve seen me”
Lula blushed.
“Grr. Fine. I’ma put mine on” Rosie announced. Lula looked up in wonder. Right in front of her, Rosie unzipped her jeans and wriggled out of them. Her white knickers were slightly see-through where she’d peed a bit earlier. Lula forced herself to look away.
“Umm…” Rosie said awkwardly, looking around, “Yeah look away”
Rosie pulled a nappy from her bag and leaped towards Lula’s bedroom door, behind a chest of drawers. She wriggled around once more before Lula heard a slight rustle and Rosie lifting something up to her waist. She bent down again and pulled another thing up towards her waist. Rosie stepped back into view and stood there almost proudly. Her big, pink jumper rested just below her waist but didn’t hide the fact Rosie was wearing the nappy under her white knickers. She smiled and stepped back into her jeans before pulling them up as well. Once zipped up, she lifted her jumper and checked her waist. She patted her backside and pulled th jeans tight.
Huh. It’s not actually that obvious she’s wearing it. Like, I know because… I know. But it’s not actually that thick. Damn. Has she ever done this before when we’ve gone out? I’ve never looked for it so would never have known.
“You can’t really tell” Lula shyly admitted.
“Good, huh?” Rosie rubbed her thighs then sat back down.
“You? Might make you less scared?”
“I’m not… scared”
“Mmmhmmmm”
Lula felt her heart rate increase slightly. God, I want to. I… Fuck it.
Lula slapped her hands on her knees and stood up. Rosie’s gaze was fixed on Lula as she slowly formed a wide smile. Lula clambered over her mattress and shoved her hand underneath, making a rustling noise as she moved her hand around the plastic bags. Lula could hear Rosie eagerly scratching at the denim over her knees.
“Umm, you can look away too?” Lula asked. Rosie nodded and turned around. Stepping back down from her bed, Lula unzipped her own jeans and stepped out. She wiggled out of her light blue knickers and paused. What. No. Should I… Fuck it, you’re stood here almost naked. Do something.
She places each foot through the holes and lifted the nappy up to her waist. She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as the padding compressed against her crotch. She inhaled sharply. As she started to lift her knickers Rosie began to turn around.
“Done? I heard it…”
Lula flinched as Rosie began to turn. She whipped her underwear up.
“Cute” Rosie joked. Lula’s face went red before she pulled her jeans up. She flinched again and froze as she heard a shout from downstairs. Rosie’s head also flicked over to the door. As Rosie looked away, Lula pulled her jeans up quickly and zipped herself up. She nervously felt around herself trying to see if it was as well hidden as Rosie’s.
“Looks okay” Rosie reassured her, noticing Lula was twisting and pulling at her clothes.
“Really? Is it obvious?”
“… Not really”
“You paused” Lula stated.
“Well, I know”
“Hmm”
“It’s fine”
“I don’t know”
“Really, it’s fine” Rosie tried to convince her. Lula winced.
Lula frantically moved across her room, almost stepping over Rosie who leaned out of the way. She dived into her drawers and started shifting clothes out of the way. She pulled out a thick, comfy looking pairs of grey jogging bottoms. She climbed out of her jeans once again and stepped into the joggers, tying the cord at the top to tighten them at her waist. The joggers were considerably looser than her jeans. She sighed in relief. There was no padding or anything visibly obvious that she was wearing a nappy.
“Happy now?” Rosie asked. For a second, Lula almost completely forgot Rosie was there. She was locked on finding something baggier to wear.
“Yeah” she admitted. Lula began to relax and feel less tense about the whole situation. She realised that distractions and feeling tense usually helped her hold; but the come down from that feeling reminded her she needed to pee tenfold. She looked down at Rosie. Rosie raised her eyebrows.
“GIRRLLSS!!!” boomed a voice from downstairs. They both flinched.
“COME HEERREE!!!”
They stared at each other.
“What’s the…” Lula began. Rosie already knew. She checked her phone. It was 11:59.
“Oh shit” Rosie said out loud. Lula’s heart sunk. Oh fuckedy fuckedy fuck fuck. They’ll know. They’ll see it.
“It’s alright” Rosie reassured her, standing up and grabbing her shoulders.
“Come on, can’t be late for twenty twenty!” Rosie was delightfully reassuring as she encouraged her friend.
I don’t have a choice. I HAVE to go downstairs now. I can’t do anything in a literal minute. Hooooohhhh. Breathe. Okay. Just… go. It’ll be okay. Less than a minute. They won’t notice.
“It’s fine!” Rosie reassured her, almost laughing. Lula didn’t actually realise how much the joggers hid any sign of a nappy.
After tens of seconds, but to Lula what felt like minutes, of encouragement, Rosie pulled Lula from her bedroom and down the stairs.
“Take your time!” bellowed Lula’s Dad who grabbed his daughter by the shoulders in an embrace. She giggled nervously.
“There they are!” called out Rosie’s Mum, “Come on!”
The girls walked into the living room to find the live countdown on the TV. The beat of the countdown hit at Lula’s inside as the volume was turned up to fill the room. The London Eye was lit up bright blue. A sea of blue phones were held up by people as they recorded what was about to unfold. Each compartment of the London Eye pulsated with each tick of the countdown. Anticipation filled the room.
“Nearly there, girls!” Lula’s Mum said, handing them both a small glass of Rose wine. She nodded gently and smiled as she handed over Lula’s. She smiled back at her Mother. There seemed to be an understanding between them both about the whole alcohol situation. Either an understanding or she’s just too drunk…
Lula looked round to Rosie who shrugged and smiled.
“That was easy!” Rosie whispered, raising her glass. Lula raised her eyebrows and they both took a swig. The sweetness and crispness tickled Lula’s lips. The flavour was almost overwhelming at first but she quickly realised it wasn’t too strong.
*Five!… four!… three!*
The crowd counting down on the TV rose the excitement in the room. Lula shifted slightly in her seat but held on tight as the moment came closer.
*Two!... one!... BONG cracklecracklecrackle BONG cracklecracklecrackle BONG cracklecracklecrackle*
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” everyone in the room shouted in unison.
The birds eye view of The London Eye showed it lit up in the red, white, and blue of the Union Flag. Fireworks were let off with each bong of Big Ben. Lula’s parents and Rosie’s parents hugged respectively as each bong passed on into the first seconds of the new year. Rosie grabbed Lula’s spare hand tightly and rubbed her thumb over Lula’s own. They smiled at each other.
“Happy new year” Rosie mouthed. Lula returned the gesture.
As the twelfth bong chimed and the music kicked in, both girls found themselves pulled to their feet by their parents and hugged tightly. Almost spilling her wine, Lula fell into her Dad’s chest and arms as he held her close. Despite the embrace, all she could think of was the fact he might accidentally feel what she was wearing down below. Annoyingly, that fear seemed to be quickly overpowering her excitement. Her Dad let go and she shared a moment with her Mum, followed by each of Rosie’s parents as they all shared hugs with each other. Each parent pulled their daughter close and sat them down close to watch the fireworks.
The minutes passed. Each new song played and more amazing fireworks were set off.
Eugh. I wish these would hurry up.
Lula was sat somewhat uncomfortably on the arm of the sofa where she’d ended up sitting with her parents. She was shifting around, feeling the padding of the nappy move against the skin of her backside. She kept looking to Rosie to see if she was experiencing the same problem. It didn’t seem so.
But she’s better ta hiding it… right? Ugghhhh come on.
*Shooullld auld acquaintance be forgot*
Oh no.
*And neeever brought to mind*
All the parents suddenly jumped from their seats, placing their glasses on the closest possible surface. Both Lula and Rosie were once again and pulled upwards as everyone crossed arms and linked hands.
*Shooullld auld acquaintance be forgot, and Auld land syne?*
Everyone swung their arms with the beat of the music, pretending to sing along with the lyrics that honestly, the parents were too tipsy to sing and the girls didn’t actually know the words to.
Lula was finding that standing up straight without the ability to support herself was more difficult that she’d expected. With her Mum on her left and Rosie’s Dad on her right raising and lowering her arms with their different levels of strength, and Lula having no control of the movement of her arms, she suddenly felt quite helpless and began to enjoy herself a bit less.
*Aand surellly I’ll bee miine, And wee’ll tak a cup o’ kiindess yet, Forrr auld land syynnee*
Lula clenched her thighs together and loosened her grip slightly with each hand. She felt the first dribble escape as her upper body was repeatedly jolted about without her control.
Fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
She was struggling to force a smile and seem cheerful. Lula was having to forcibly tense her crotch to not release it all in that moment.
As the song finished and switched to a more upbeat style, everyone released hands and began hugging again. Lula felt arms around her again but didn’t know who’s. All she knew was they were rubbing her back. She winced and struggled slightly as the persons arm moved up her back and then down towards her waist.
Noooooooooooooooooooo.
“You okay?” Her Mum asked.
“Y... yeah” she replied, trying not to make it obvious she was catching her breath.
“You sure?” her Mum asked again.
“Just tired” Lula lied.
“Me too” Rosie piped up, pretending to yawn.
“Oh okay, you can both go back upstairs then. You can stay here if you want?”
Lula realised what Rosie was doing.
“No”, she pretended to yawn also, “It’s okay thank you” Lula lied.
“Awww, okay, good night girls, happy new year!” stated Molly.
“Night, Mum!” Rosie replied as she twitched her head to the left, signalling Lula to leave the room with her.
“Thanks” Lula whispered as they clambered up the stairs. She let out a sigh of relief.
Without thinking, or maybe thinking too much, Lula made a bee line straight for the bathroom.
“Where…?” Rosie began as she realised. Lula was making panicked whimpers. Rosie turned and followed Lula.
“No…!” Lula began as she fell past the door. She knew the choice to go normally had passed. She was wearing protection and for that reason was lucky but knew there was no way out of a wetting. She turned and pulled at the waist of her joggers but they stayed put from where she’d tightened them earlier. She scrunched her face and sat down on the toilet, still wearing her joggers. Rosie stood in the doorway, shifing her own weight as she leaded on the doorframe.
A rush of relief fizzed in Lula’s chest as in less than a second the flood of pee left her and began to fill the padding of the nappy. Lula kept her eyes closed as she breathed heavily. She felt the force of her pee not only leave her but compress against her. The warmth spread at her vagina and dribbled underneath her towards her ass. The dribble turned into stream then into a wave. All of her skin covered by the padding began to get damp. The soft sound of absorption turned into a pool as she felt the pee puddle at her backside. She could feel her stream filling up beneath her. The strangest thing though? No sound of pee hitting the toilet water. Lula was adamant it would start leaking. She thought she felt her pee fill up to the sides of the nappy, but it didn’t. As quickly as her pee pooled, it began to sink into the soft material against her. As she finished, her waist felt heavy and damp but the relief was indescribable. She let out a final long breath.
A few seconds of disbelief passed. The muffled sound of the TV and parents downstairs was all that broke the stunned silence. Lula looked up at Rosie with embarrassment and guilt. Rosie was still stood in the doorway, smiling, shaking her right leg.
“Easy, right?” she asked cheerily. Lula’s mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Rosie shrugged then held her crotch while bobbing up and down. Lula just stared at Rosie, mouth still gawping.
Rosie stood up straight, then leaned forwards slightly to look down at her legs. She took one step into the tiled floor of the bathroom and pointed at her crotch with both forefingers. Nothing.
Rosie’s face relaxed and she laughed slightly. She gently bent her knees and took a deep breath. As far as Lula was concerned, still, nothing was happening. For Rosie though, she could feel the warmth pool beneath her. Her waist felt like jelly as the pee escaped from her at full force. She could feel her crotch get warm and damp as the pee spread and filled the padding. The pool spread to her backside also and started to absorb in the seat of the nappy. Rosie then squeezed her thighs together as she peed. She took a sharp breath as she felt it all squish between her legs. Lula noticed the bulge of the full nappy as Rosie clenched her legs. Her crotch seemed to remain large and puffed. Lula then saw the dark patch form on the inside of Rosie’s thigh and slowly trickle down to her knee. As Rosie pulled her legs apart, the insides of both her legs were tainted dark blue. Lula noticed that the dark spots glistened slightly. The leak started on the other thigh. Rosie clamped her legs together once again and the face of her crotch shone with pee as it overflowed her nappy. Lula instinctively, but carefully, pushed her thighs together. She flinched and felt herself twinge as she felt the warm padding squish between her own thighs. She felt it all shift and compress between her legs. Lula snapped her head up as she heard a few droplets fall from Rosie’s jeans onto the hard floor. Rosie made a cute ‘oop’ sound as she realised. Lula crossed her calved as she continued to sit, and she rubbed her hand over the top of her joggers. She clenched her hand over the puffiness of the nappy. The sensation of moving the material against her skin made her breathless. She felt a wave of pins and needles explode from her chest and fall like tickly glitter to her vagina. She shivered. As she pulled her hand away there was the faintest of dark grey spots on her joggers where she’d clenched the outside of the nappy. The slight stain was in the shape of her fingers and palm. Se quickly polled her hand away.
“Mm” Rosie muttered from the other side of the room.
“You’re cleaning that” Lula joked.
“They only really hold one”
“So you…?”
“Downstairs yeah. Slowly. They work better if it’s not all like… in one go”
“Well… mine did?”
“Lucky”
“What now then? What would you do now?” Lula asked.
Rosie shrugged.
“If I were at home I’d stay in bed, hah”
“Yeah not here”
“Hmm, no”
Rosie grabbed a roll of toilet paper and began to wipe her droplets from the floor.
“Budge” she ordered, hovering her hand over the toilet to drop in the paper. Lula pushed herself off the seat and stood there. She twisted her back and looked at her ass. The only evidence of what she’d done was her faint hand print on the front of her joggers. Honestly, you almost couldn’t tell what she was wearing and what she’d done
“You want your bag?” Lula asked.
“Umm, yeah please”
Lula walked, but felt se was waddling, from the bathroom. She picked up Rosie’s bag from her room and took it back to her.
“How was it then?” Rosie asked.
“Nice…” Lula admitted.
“Yeah it was”
“What’re you going to do now?” Rosie asked.
“Dunno. Take it off?”
“Yours didn’t leak though”
“Oh is that how it works? Use it till’ it bursts?”
“If you want to”
“Dunno. I’ll close the door yeah?” Lula asked. Rosie nodded.
Back in side her bedroom, Lula stopped and stood.
She’s right though… could probably use it again. Fuck. It feels… Mmm. What if I… squeeze standing… ohhghh. Mmm.
Lula untied her joggers and pulled them down to her knees. Her knickers had stretched to allow the nappy’s expansion. She grabbed herself and squeezed again. Her body shivered once again. With only a few seconds of consideration, Lula pulled the waterproof sheet from the floor and flung her duvet from her bed. She tore her sheet from the mattress and began to fit the waterproof sheet. Her heart raced as she tried to do it as quickly as possible. She pinged the normal sheet back on and bounced as she slumped down.
Lula was throbbing. The nerves and guilt had vanished. She wasn’t yet sure if she was comfortable with all this and Rosie now knowing but in this moment, alone for now, she felt bubbled in her little dirty world of comfort.
Happy new year to me. |
Hello people. Hope you’re all staying safe at the moment! I’m so sorry for not posting at all recently. Things have been manic with my life and what’s going on. Honestly, I neglected the story for a while because Lula’s life became less important than my own, my family and my friends. I hope you all understand.
Having said all that, Lula is now in 2020 – finally. I hade an idea how to finish this current storyline but I’ve lost my creative mojo a bit. I’m going to blame the current situation again. If anyone has any ideas of where they’d like to see this story go… side stories, character arcs, new characters etc then please message me. I might not respond but I’ll definitely read the ideas. I still want to continue the story but again, very busy. Won’t say how or why.
Please enjoy. Please stay indoors. xx
New Years Revelations – Part 5
Lula couldn’t get comfortable under her covers. She heard the faint rustling of the mattress protector beneath her sheet. Her heart began to pump harder as she imagined her parents walking in and sitting on her bed. She kept pressing her thighs together to feel the plumpness of the nappy between her legs. She let out a quiet moan.
As Lula pressed her thighs. She felt a slight dampness against the skin of her crotch. Lula arched her back and squeezed the outside of her joggers with a handful of squishy nappy beneath them. Her whole waist seemed to stiffen as pins and needles exploded, filling her body. Lula began to brush her hand over the face of the nappy as her chest tensed and she froze in place. She heard her door open and close.
*THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP*
Lula’s heart battered her ribcage. She was holding her breath but couldn’t slow her heartbeat.
“Why’s…?”
Lula, guiltily, looked over at Rosie.
“Have you…?”
Lula’s face burned a bright red. She tried to giggle but it came out as a panicked, fast paced breathing.
“Why are you still nervous?” Rosie asked looking concerned.
Again, Lula tried to respond but couldn’t make out any words. Rosie sighed.
Without warning, Rosie dropped her bag on the floor and pulled down her tight, black leggings. She had put on a fresh nappy.
“I brought more. Stop panicking!” Rosie announced as she rubbed her hands through her hair, tying it into a ponytail.
“I’m not PANickING” Lula lied.
“Liar. Question though. Where am I sleeping if you stole the sheet?”
Lula invitingly nodded towards her own bed. The girls would regularly sleep top and tail in each other’s beds during sleepovers when they were younger. Not so much in the last few years though.
“Like old times?” Rosie smiled.
“Suppose”
Lula’s heartbeat had began to calm as she was once again getting more comfortable with her and Rosie’s mutual respect for what was going on. She curled her legs so she wasn’t taking up so much of the bed as Rosie slipped underneath the covers at the end of the bed. Lula felt a tingle as she heard the crinkle of the mattress protector beneath them both as Rosie shifted around.
What if we both get it wet? That’ll be disgusting? She can’t go that much though surely? She’s in a new one. I might… Shit I can’t with her here. She won’t mind though? That’s the whole point of this? Gah, Fuck.
“I should have got the light” Rosie admitted.
“You should have” pestered Lula.
“UggghhhhhhhhH” Rosie sighed as she kicked back out of the bed. Lula had to hold the duvet tight to stop it being kicked away.
Almost as quickly as the bedroom light clicked off, Lula’s phone lit up her side of the room.
“Who’s that?” Rosie asked.
Lula leaned over, feeling the warmth of the backside of her nappy peel away from her skin as she grabbed her phone. She shifted her weight as she laid back onto the damp padding.
Tom: “Happy New Year xxx”
“I… wasn’t expecting that”
“What!?”
“Tom”
“Fuck him” Rosie exclaimed.
“I…”
“Did?”
“What? No, fuck off”
“Jokes Lule’s. What’d he say?”
“Just happy new year with some kisses”
“He think it’s okay to just text with kisses out of the blue?”
“He’s probably with his mates and it’s a joke”
“Not fair on you”
“Well I’ve opened it now so he knows I’ve read it”
“Why’d you open it?”
“Dunno”
“Uggh well just ignore it” Rosie demanded.
A few seconds passed.
“WHY do I hear clicking? WHAT are you saying?”
“Just the same why shouldn’t I?”
“Because!? He messed you about!”
“Yeah, so?”
“SO!? Are you dumb?”
“Rosie I’m laying in bed in a nappy but you’re telling me I shouldn’t reply?”
“No, bitch. Don’t reply. WHY did I just hear the sent whoosh? WHAT are you doing?!”
“Dunno”
“Do you… still… like…?”
“I don’t know. It’s too cheesy to say I was heartbroken so maybe I’m not over him”
Silence fell again.
“You’re judging me”
Rosie scoffed.
“Obviously”
“I hate it when you do that. You’re doing your squinty eyes and stiff lips look I know it”
Rosie took a deep breath and almost growled as she exhaled.
“What did you say?”
“Happy new year” Lula replied.
“What else?”
“A few kisses”
“You’re a fool”
“Mmm”
“Put your phone down and ignore it”
“Yes, Mum”
“Seriously, Lule’s, you’re your own worst enemy”
“Probably” she responded, placing her phone back on the floor and plugging it in. Within seconds the room dimly lit up again.
“IGNORE” Rosie snarled.
Lula picked up the phone again and read the message from the lock screen.
Tom: “New year new chance?”
Lula spluttered as she choked on her own saliva.
“What?” Rosie asked.
Lula felt her belly erupt with butterflies as she felt Rosie’s legs shift under the covers. She was taken back to the night at the hostel in bed with Tom. The innocence. The safety. The embraces. Lula closed her eyes and took a few controlled breaths. Her face began to crease as her lips whimpered. She shut her eyes ever tighter as she felt them flood with tears. She began to sniff loudly.
“Nuh uh” Rosie disagreed and pulled the phone from Lula’s hands, placing it back on the floor.
“I know that sound too well” she admitted and switched her position on the bed to be next to Lula.
“You’re still dumb you know that?” Rosie claimed.
Lula nodded into her pillow as she felt Rosie’s arm cover her shoulders.
Within minutes Lula’s crying began to subside and she began to feel more comfortable. She felt overwhelmed with emotion. She knew it was probably the alcohol reacting with her but wow…
Okay… stop crying. You’re okay. You’re safe. Stop being nervous. Wait… I shouldn’t be here. Do I have any control?
Lula’s thoughts raced as she was coming down from her emotional high but drifting to sleep at the same time.
We’re just… laying. It’s okay.
Lula wiggled her waist and felt Rosie’s body against hers.
Oh… there he is. We’re just lying together. It’s okay.
Lula began to bend her knees as she curled up into the fetal position. She felt her left foot touch Rosie’s leg and her body twitched.
I can’t. He’s not wearing much. Just lay.
In her tired and groggy state, Lula was unwillingly letting her emotions get the better of her. Despite knowing she was safe and protected in her own bed, with her best friend, both aware of each other’s fondness of wetting; Lula was also part dreaming about her times with Tom. Half asleep she was struggling to disconnect the two. In her comforted state she completely relaxed feeling the embrace of another body behind her. In the darkness and quietness of her bedroom, if anyone was actually awake, all they’d hear is a faint stream of warm pee filling a padded fabric; pooling into a sheet and being absorbed underneath.
I can’t…. I c…. Just… Lay… |
Hi everyone. Firstly I hope you, your friends, and families are all safe and well. I’m sorry I’ve not contributed at all in months. I had members of my family come down with the virus and it has been really difficult.
Hopefully… I can bring Lula into this, let’s be honest, shitty year. Enjoy <3
A Very Wet New Year
Lula took a sharp breath. She exhaled slowly. Something solid brushed against her leg. The gentle nudge was enough to bring her out of her slumber. She forced her head into her pillow and scrunched her eyes. She pointed her toes and stretched her legs down the bed. Lula let out a small groan as she felt the pull in her knees as she stretched. She tried to squeeze her thighs together.
Hmm?
She tried again to squeeze her thighs together.
What? I don’t…
On the second squeeze, Lula felt a squishy obstruction between her legs. A strange soggy sensation seemed to dribble? No… leak. No!... flow around her crotch.
What the…
Lula jolted and instantly opened her eyes. She took a sharp breath forcing her whole chest to expand in a second. She remembered.
Lula felt the solid nudge again against her right leg. Her head shot to the right to see Rosie curled up next to her. She had been moving her leg slightly. Suddenly every one of Lula’s senses went into overdrive. Her legs were almost paralysed but she tensed her butt to feel the wet sensation beneath her. If her ears could prick up they would be, Her eyes scanned her room left to right; left to right. She was trying her hardest to hear for anyone moving around the house. She hadn’t even checked the time but there was enough light leaking from behind her curtains to mean it was easily past 8am. She could hear Rosie gently breathing next to her. She was almost forcing herself to smell pee; as if she wanted there to be a smell but desperately hoped there wasn’t. Luckily there was no obvious pee smell.
Fearfully, laying on her back, Lula slowly slipped her right hand from the top of her chest and down her belly underneath the duvet. As she moved her hand over her joggers she felt the heavy sensation down her legs. Her grey joggers were soaked. She sheet beneath her was saturated. Her heart was pounding so hard against her chest she thought it would wake Rosie up. She placed her hand beneath her legs and squeezed her thighs once again. Her hand became wet as she felt the soggy thickness of her joggers leak thick dampness against her skin. Liquid seeped between her fingers as she put some pressure on the puffiness of the nappy. Upon applying pressure she felt a wave of pins and needles stun her entire body. The wave started at her crotch and pulsed out to her toes and fingers.
Lule gently pulled the top of the duvet off the left side of her body and folded it towards Rosie. Looking down her body she could see her once light grey joggers were now dark grey and creased against her skin. Only the material near her feet were the original colour.
Lula pushed down on the nappy again. This time slightly deeper. She almost spluttered as she choked on her own saliva. A shockwave of static pulsated through her body. She felt a strong tingle beneath the diaper to the extent it felt like she was being tickled. Lula lifted her hand from beneath the covers to try and compose herself.
I can’t do anything with Rosie here. Just no. That’s weird. But FUck. Ugghhhhh.
After a few minutes of getting her breathing back to normal, Lula lifted to duvet covering Rosie. She’d never taken off her pink jumper. She must have been roasting. Ew, she might have been sweating next to me. Sorry, what the fuck? I’m worried about sweat? As expected, Rosie’s jumper had turned a ruby colour from the wetness they’d both caused. It was hard to see how wet her black leggings were but there was an obvious bulge at her crotch. She felt wrong looking at Rosie like this. She put the duvet back where it was.
What do I do now? Do I go clean up? But then Rosie’s still here and my bed’s all soaked. I could wake her up and we both get cleaned up? Hmm. We NEED to clean up before our parents wake up. Showers too. Ohhh and new bedding. That’ll look awkward. Goddamn fuck. Why did I agree to this. There’s no way out of this.
Lula closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
If… IF there’s no way out of this… I might as well… enjoy…it? Make the most of it? I could literally piss as much as I want and it’d make no difference. Fuck it. FUCK. IT.
Taking a few more deep breaths, Lula shifted her weight and brough both hands to her waist. She pushed down on her bladder hoping to have a morning pee ready to go. After a while of applying pressure nothing was happening. She could feel a pee there but it wasn’t coming. How do you actually wet and sleep? How does your body do it when laying down? Ugh.
Still with little success, Lula carefully slid out of the bed. Her joggers clung to her legs and she felt the material pull slightly as she moved her legs. As she slowly stood up next to her bed she felt droplets fall down her legs and onto the floor beneath. Shit. Lula leaped across her floor as daintily as possible, which proved difficult in baggy, soggy joggers. She felt cold pee drip with every movement. She grabbed the pile of worn clothes she’d kicked aside the night before and threw them beside her bed ten proceeded to stand on them. I need to wash all this anyway. At least I won’t get the carpet wet.
Hoping gravity would do half the work for her, Lula kept trying to force out some pee. As she tensed, she rubbed her legs together to feel the cold, wet joggers crease and fold between her legs. She turned and looked back at her bed. The pastel pink sheet had in fact a huge wet spot where she had been laying. The wet spot also went underneath Rosie. She couldn’t tell if she had wet as she slept but assumed they both had. She didn’t know how to feel that they could have been lying in each other’s pee. Whilst she feared the mattress protector might not have worked as well as Rosie claimed, and her mattress could potentially be soaked through, Lula’s head was still set in the moment. She felt the pressure build in her bladder as she felt the morning’s pee slosh inside her. This is it! She kept tensing and holding to get the pee at the point of release, knowing the moment she laid down the feeling might go. She dribbled a few times trying to hold the pee in the correct position.
Quickly, but cautiously, Lula crouched and slipped back onto the bed and pulled the cover over he. She laid there like a log but felt uncomfortable and unnatural. It didn’t feel right. She slowly got back out of the bed and paused to make sure she hadn’t woken Rosie up. She was still dead to the world. Feeling her breathing get erratic, Lula tensed and held again and again to feel the pee ready to go. It needs to feel natural. Just pretend you’re getting into bed normally. It’s already wet. You’re already wet. Just go. So, without thinking too hard about it, Lula laid belly first on her bed. She felt the front of her vest cling to the cold sheet as she pulled the cover over her back. Still on her front, and facing away from Rosie, Lula raised her right leg to almost a right angle and pulled her pillow down to hug it as she usually would when getting into bed. Even the pillow had gotten wet. Lula felt disgusted at this but there was no turning back from what had already happened. She shifted her weight so that the pillow supported hear breasts and upper chest and she sunk her weight into it’s plumpness. Pretending to fall back to sleep she pushed hard and forced a small wave of pee out. It felt pressured against her crotch as she leaked but warm. She held tightly then pushed then held again until the pee was at the point she could relax and leak freely.
After a few minutes of shifting her weight and tensing her body she felt it. She relaxed her body and felt the wave of release as the pee began to dribble from her. The dribble turned into a leak then into a flood. She could hear the hiss of her pee as it hit the saturated material of the nappy. The warm pee spread over the front of her crotch. She felt it pool slightly around the gooch but as she was laying on her front it didn’t travel so far round to her butt. She knew it’d leak given how full it felt. It didn’t take long for the pee to flood from the top of the nappy. She felt the pee soak her waistline and her belly button. The new soaking was spreading outwards on the already wet sheet. Lula kept her eyes closed as the pee carried on leaking beneath her. She felt the material of her vest get wet. This was a new feeling as it had been somewhat dry on the front. She even felt the sheet beneath her pillow start to get wet. Lula forced herself to keep her eyes closed and not care. If they were going to get told off for this she might as well go big.
Lula peed for just over a minute. The new warmth felt nice beneath her. She felt disgusted at how wet her body was but that couldn’t be changed now. As the pee died down she felt her vagina tingle and burn. She was so desperate to touch herself but couldn’t with Rosie…
“I think you just peed on me” Rosie murmured.
Lula just laid there stunned and shocked. She pretended to be asleep.
Rosie sighed deeply and shifted her weight.
“You definitely just peed on me” she murmured again.
Silence.
“Lule’s I know you’re awake. You woke me up getting in and out of the bed”
“Sorry” Lula whimpered.
Rosie didn’t respond straight away but instead stretched and slumped her arms on top of the duvet. She appeared a lot calmer than Lula did.
“How… do we clean this all up?” Lula asked quietly.
“Quickly I imagine” Rosie said with little hesitation.
“Like… now?” Lula asked.
“It’s your house. Do you want to do it now? I’m comfy…” Rosie joked.
“I don’t think our parents are awake” Lula assumed. She was trying to remain calm but was still edging to touch herself.
“We have time then” Rosie yawned.
Still facing away from Rosie, Lula felt her friend lift the duvet above her to inspect herself. Movement and rustling suggested Rosie was feeling her leggings and the area around her.
“This is warm” Rosie accused.
“I said sorry” Lula admitted.
“Would you mind if I went too?” Rosie asked.
Lula hesitated to respond straight away.
“Well I’m guessing you have already at some point”
“True” Rosie admitted.
Both girls paused and silence fell once again.
“How do you feel?” Rosie asked.
“What? Are you not…? I feel wet” Lula responded, trying to avoid the fact she felt horny as hell.
“Not yet no. But how do you feeeel” Rosie pushed.
“I…”
“I think I know Lule’s”
“Know what?”
“You either feel horrible and disgusting or really fucking turned on? Or both?”
Lula didn’t respond.
“I assume yes then” Rosie said quietly.
Lula could feel the duvet moving slightly. She turned around to lay on her back again.
“What are you doing?” she exclaimed.
Rosie had her hands beneath the cover and was doing something.
“Touching myself” Rosie admitted.
“Can you not?!”
“I do every time I wake up like this. Don’t you want to as well?”
“S…Sort of” Lula admitted angrily.
“Look Lule’s, I like this okay. It makes me feel super turned on and right now I’m feeling it. We’re never going to speak of this right, to anyone?”
“Obviously fucking not” Lula replied.
WAIT. SHE SAID SHE LIKES IT. THIS. SHE LIKES THIS.
“Okay… in that case would you mind if…” Rosie never finished her sentence. Lula however, felt Rosie’s bare foot brush against her own. Rosie turned on her left side to face Lula.
“What are you doing?” Lula asked.
“You can say no. You really, REALLY can and that’s okay. Or you can just… go with it?”
What the fuck is happening? Despite the confusion, Lula was still desperate to release her pent up angst.
“I don’t…” she whimpered.
“Then tell me stop if you want” Rosie encouraged, edging closer to Lula over the pool and creased sheet beneath them.
Lula turned back to lie on her front. She felt Rosie grab her left hand and pull it towards her. Rosie’s hands were wet as well. Within seconds she felt her hand be pulled further and forced open. Suddenly her left palm was caressing something. Rosie’s hands placed gently on the top of Lula’s hand. Rosie pushed Lula’s hand downwards. Lula could feel a very soggy compression. Rosie’s fingers shifted between her own. A layer of cold pee rinsed between both their fingers as she felt the compression. Lula quickly realised she was feeling the outside of Rosie’s leggings and was also feeling her soaked nappy. They may not have looked it earlier but the material of her leggings were indeed clinging to her legs. Lula didn’t resist. She eventually turned once again so the girls were now facing each other.
As Lula cupped Rosie’s wet crotch, she eventually felt the warmth spread beneath her fingers and spread beneath her legs. A new warm pool spread towards her as Rosie wet. The feeling of her wet leggings reminded her of her own leggings and tights wettings in the past. The tow girls breathed heavily as Rosie continued to soak the bed, her clothes, and Lula even further.
After a few minutes silence filled the room. Both girls were evidently frustrated.
“Right!” Rosie almost snapped. She shifted her weight heavily and leaned over Lula. As she did, Lula felt Rosie’s dead weight against her as her wet body literally slumped over her own. Rosie stepped out of Lula’s bed and onto Lula’s conveniently placed pile of wet clothes on the floor.
“Sorry” Rosie said. Lula just shook her head as if to say ‘whatever’. Rosie began fumbling through her bag and pulled out another folded mattress protector. She unfolded it and laid it out on the floor.
“There, you can stand on this”
“Okay?”
“Look, here’s the plan. IF either of us is seen. IF we’re caught. IF they see… this then it’s my fault okay”
“Sorry what?”
“My parents know I have ‘accidents’ so this was all me okay?”
“What why?”
“Just fuckin’… listen. I wet the bed at home. I ‘accidentally’ wet your bed okay? If it’s okay with you I’m going to go shower first. I feel guilty for wetting your bed and want to go clean myself off”
“Why are you…”
“Because you don’t wet the bed regularly right?”
“Well… no”
“Exactly. I’m covering your ass. Now we both need… space. Right? I’m going to shower. You change the sheet. I have bin bags in here. Put the wet protector in the bag and hide in in my bag okay?”
“Will it have soaked through?” Lula asked almost scared.
“Shouldn’t have. Now… let’s… go?”
“Umm… okay? Thank you”
“It’s okay I got this” said Rosie convincingly.
“Can I… use a towel?” she asked.
“Any. Sure” Lula responded. With that, Rosie waddled out of Lula’s room trying to be as quiet as possible.
Lula was alone on her bed. She waited for a while to hear out for Rosie being caught. She desperately hoped she would not be. Nothing. Has she made it? Damn. I can’t believe she’s covering all of this for me. Knowing she had to clean up quickly though, Lula threw the duvet to the end of the bad and sat up, She was pretty much soaked from head to toe. She stood up, wobbling on the mattress as she did so. Whilst up she could feel droplets and dribbles of pee fall down her legs and onto the sheet below. Almost instinctively she squeezed her breasts and she felt the pee fall from her. The saturated vest top also leaked cold pee onto her skin as she did so. With her left hand on her breast she moved her right hand to her crotch and began rubbing over the joggers. Lula let out a quiet moan as she felt the padding rub against her crotch. She made a weird exhale snorting sound from her nose and she groaned. She moved her hand from outside the joggers to beneath them. Under her waistband she felt her knickers were completely soaked. They felt soft yet wrinkled and flimsy. She forced her hand beneath the nappy and found her hand in a warm, soft, plump heaven. She gave a few seconds to allow her fingers to squeeze pee from the padding before beginning to touch herself. Standing and wobbling on the mattress wasn’t the ideal way to do this. Lula stopped rubbing and instead put both hands down her joggers and squeezed the diaper. It almost erupted with cold pee. The liquid fell form her, down her legs and onto the mattress with multiple thuds and splatters. Multiple new glistening pee patches surrounded her as the pee leaked from her overflowing nappy.
Lula eventually untied her waistband and let the joggers drop from her. They hit the bed with a wet flop. Her light blue knickers were now shades darker and the thick saggy nappy was stretching the material. As Lula moved her feet a small puddle of pee appeared from the mattress protector. She slumped back down on the mattress and moved her hands around feeling the wetness. She knew some of it was Rosie’s but she didn’t care too much. She rubbed over her knickers a few times before pulling them from her crotch and letting them hang between her calves as she laid back with her knees up. She applied pressure onto the bare nappy. She felt it compress against her body once again and she moaned. She felt ‘fizzy’ as her vagina felt like it was crackling with every slight movement of the smooth inside of the nappy.
Lula soon pulled the nappy from her crotch. It was surprisingly heavy. She felt the inside unstick from her skin. She pulled it up to her knees and let it hand too. Now bare to the world she began to vigorously rub. Her back arched as a surge of what felt like electricity strike her body. Her fingers, heavily wrinkled from moisture, felt great as she felt fresh air against her crotch. With a push of her muscles she lifted her fingers and let out a spurt of pee straight onto her bed. It felt great peeing straight onto something. Wrong; but great. Soon after she hit the spot and lost her breath. Like a bath bomb fizzing she felt an almighty trickle force from her and leak onto the bed too. Lula felt stunned in her position as she felt flushed and shocked.
A few minutes had passed of pure bliss as Lula came down from her orgasmic high. She’d never experienced anything like this before. However, the longer she laid there doing nothing the guiltier she began to feel. Dirtier. Wetter. Colder.
Fu.. Fuck. Fuck man.
Naked from the waist down, Lula slowly got up and knelt on the soaked bed. She picked up the nappy and used the inside of it to wipe down her crotch. She then squeezed it and rinsed the pee out onto the bed. The cold pee splattered at her knees. For some reason seeing the bed get wet was mesmerising. Lula slumped the nappy onto the protector on the floor then rinsed out her soaked blue knickers onto her bed. Again, she glared at the falling pee and seeing it get soaked up. Instead of throwing the knickers down too she lifted the side of her mattress and hid them amongst her other wetting clothes in the faithful plastic bags. After having used a worn pair of leggings on the pile on the floor to wipe down her legs. She awkwardly took off her wet vest top and dabbed dry her upper body too. She grabbed a fresh pair of burgundy knickers from her drawers and slipped into them. It felt nice to wear something dry even if she was still throbbing. She also put on a new pair of leggings and a loose fitting t-shirt. Despite the new clothes she desperately wanted a shower. She could now smell a pissy aroma in the air and it wasn’t pleasant.
Lula threw all the pillows and the duvet to the other side of the room and nervously pulled back the soaked pastel pink sheet. The girls’ clothes and the sheet itself had literally absorbed most of the pee. The protector was stained and wet but as Lula pilled it back her mattress was completely dry. He was genuinely shocked. Her eyebrows raised and she swept under the protector to check the areas she couldn’t yet see. Completely dry.
Actually amazing.
Lula carefully picked up and scrunched up the protector and pushed it into one of the bin bags Rosie had left.
Damn if I can be careful could I do this more? I’m literally getting away with…
The door creaked open. Lula, wide eyed, stared at the door.
“You okay?” Rosie murmured closing the door behind her.
“Ffffffffuck Rosie knock or something”
“Sorry!”
Lula dropped the bag and put her hands to her chest.
“Where do I put this?” Lula asked, gently kicking her used nappy on the floor.
“Same bag. I’ll take it all home and get rid of it for you. Good thing the sheets are washable!”
“I actually can’t believe it, look” Lula exclaimed, point to her dry mattress.
“I know right” Rosie agreed.
“Look before I sort my bag out do you… want the last couple of nappies I have in there?” Rosie asked.
“Umm…” YESYESYESYESYESYES. “I don’t know…” Lula replied hesitantly.
“Whatever I’ll just leave them for you… and… about earlier…”
“I understand. I think. It’s okay. Just, I don’t think I’m… you know…”
“I shouldn’t have made you… you know touch me while I…”
“Can we just not mention it? Like thanks but no thanks? I don’t want to be awkward with you”
“That’s okay. But we’re on the same page with… all this?” Rosie asked.
“I think so…” Lula admitted.
“Cool… well… go get showered you stink” Rosie chuckled. Lula agreed. |
Sorry I’ve been inactive… again. I want to write more Lula stories, I really do, but I’ve been hit hard with work and such. I will also only carry on If people want me to? I don’t know. Corona got me uninterested in a lot of things. Feeling this chapter though ❤️
A Wet Pandemic
Lula tightly closed her eyes and scrunched her nose. Her lips trembled. Her breathing got deep and erratic. Her left hand was grasping her left breast under her school shirt. She felt the inside of her bra tickle against her stiff nipple.
Lula slipped the middle and ring fingers of her right hand into her vagina and tensed the tips of them, applying pressure on the inside. She gently pulled them out and making sure to tease her clit on the way out. Her whole crotch flinched and spasmed. Her fingers were sufficiently lubricated to repeat the process again and again. Each time she felt her teeth tap away against the end of her tongue as she tried to hold back a moan.
“Are you nearly ready!?” Lula’s Mum shouted from behind the bathroom door. Lula’s whole body umped and lifted off the toilet seat as she clumsily pulled her hand from beneath her shirt and regained her breath.
“Y… yeah one minute” she stuttered.
“Hurry up!”
“Mmn…yeah” Lula couldn’t find her words. She paused for a few seconds to make sure her Mum wasn’t outside the door. She knew it was locked but still she hated being interrupted. After a while Lula had calmed her breathing and gently rubbed her ring finger over her vagina once again before finally letting out a stream of pee. She felt the pressure against her finger and her skin saturate. Her back arched and she tilted her head towards the ceiling as she finished the pee against her finger. As the last few drips hit the toilet water she sighed and wiped her hands down with toilet paper. She then wiped around the outside of her vagina before pulled her pastel yellow knickers up to her waist. As the fabric of the gusset tickled her skin she watched as the material became slightly stained with a light pee stain. A small patch of pastel yellow grew out to be a bolder yellow and one tiny dribble ran itself down towards her backside, leaving a slightly darker trail. The repeated black dot pattern over her knickers seemed to not show up darker at all. The patch was no bigger than a grape. Lula loved the feeling knowing her underwear was slightly wet. Only she would know and it made her feel naughty.
Lula pulled up her black tights as she got off the toiler and pulled her skirt into place, tucking her shirt into the waistband. She swiped her tie off the floor and did it up against her collar.
*Fuck* she thought, realising she hadn’t properly washed her hands before sorting her uniform.
*I better not smell of pussy*
As usual, neither Lula or her Mum said much on the drive to school. Lula always found her Mum to be rushed and frustrated in the morning as she always wanted to get to work on time and avoid the school traffic. She realised it was easier not to say anything to avoid potentially winding her up.
Since the New Year, Lula had found a new sense of confidence having fully confided in Rosie what they now both knew they enjoyed. Lula had taken Rosie’s advice and given Tom the cold shoulder. He was persistent for a few weeks but eventually gave up halfway through February. Lula felt in control and loved seeing someone want to love her. She almost gave in a few times. She nearly agreed to meet with Tom outside of school twice but both times decided against it. She was not going to let him win. She only wanted to do it because he made her feel safe what, a few times? He was her first proper crush. She didn’t want to be used and it was clear as the weeks went on he was only looking for one thing. Rosie saw it too. Lula was happy to have such a good friend.
Speaking of Rosie; the girls had come to an agreement. A pact if you will. Given they now both knew about each other’s pee fetish they wanted to keep it on the down low and not make it the only thing they wanted to talk about. They both wanted to carry on as normal and not let it take over every conversation. However, they also knew they only had each other to speak to about it. They agreed that every Friday after school they would walk back to Rosie’s house, knowing her parents would not be in, and indulge either on the walk or once back indoors. They would talk about any wettings they had done during the week and use that time to be open and honest. The first few weeks seemed a bit awkward but now, by the second week in March, they both appreciated the arrangement.
It just so happened that today was Friday. Last week they had made a new arrangement. Once in the woods on the way home they would quickly compare who had the wettest underwear despite not having peed themselves. This meant they could try and leak throughout the day or on that walk but it must not be a full wetting. They both seemed to enjoy seeing how far they could push the limits of their interest before it came undoable or embarrassing.
“There have now been over one hundred thousand cases of the virus across the world and there are now over four thousand deaths. There have been sixty new cases in the UK bringing the total to over five hundred. Billions of pounds are to be expected to be made available for the NHS as services and staff are expected to be stretched beyond capacity. Thousands of people are being tested every day and this number is expected to increase. Italy, the worst hit country in the world, has surpassed over ten thousand reported cases, The US have reported over one thousand cases. Gatherings of more than two hundred and fifty people have been banned in some states across the county. If you are concerned about the virus or are worried you may be infected you must call the NHS on one one one”
“Do you think it’ going to get worse?” Lula muttered against the radio.
“I don’t know. It looks like it. They were saying schools might close if it carries on like this”
“What, really? For how long?”
“No one knows, Lule’s”
Lula sighed. She had mock exams coming up soon. Se didn’t want to do them but things were ramping up at school and she wanted to do well.
“Bitch tits!” Rosie hollered as Lula walked towards the school gate, waving her Mum off as she drove away.
“Dick tits!” Lula replied as Rosie got closer.
“Dick tits?”
“I dunno. Seemed right” Lula giggled.
“You’re weird” Rosie tilted her head like a confused dog.
“You’re short” said Lula, scrunching her nose.
“THAT’S… unacceptable” snarled Rosie. Lula gave off a cheeky smile.
“You hear schools might close?” Lula asked as they walked into the school.
“Yeah maybe. Maybe it should. Wouldn’t be for too long would it?”
“Don’t know. It’s getting worse”
“Mmm yeah”
The girls strode through the corridors towards the canteen. A few of the older students watched and spoke to themselves as they passed. Lula kept her head up and walked right past. Ever since she ‘formally’ and finally rejected Tom, she became infamous amongst the Year 11’s for turning him down. Especially amongst the girls who all liked him. They didn’t understand why. Some of the older boys however, seemed to like her new found confidence. Both her and Rosie had embraced it and had begun to like the attention. Also because their new found attention seemed to annoy Charlotte. It was a win win.
The girls entered the canteen and made their way between the tables towards the water fountain. They now started every Friday morning off with two cups of water. They did not say why. They spoke nothing of pee. They just went and did it. They purposefully said nothing of it until the moment the bell rang at the end of the day. As Lula gulped her second cup or crisp, ice cold water she felt it miss her mouth slightly and dribble down her chin and onto her shirt collar. Rosie almost spat out her own drink.
“Oh my God you tramp” she snorted.
“Shut up” Lula replied, wiping her chin with her sleeve. They both filled up their newly purchased Chilly’s bottles and tucked them away for later. They both agreed to buy the bottles about a month ago. Lula bought herself the baby blue and pink gradient bottle. She thought it was cute. Every Friday since buying the bottles they agreed to make sure they filled them up at the start of the day, at break time, at lunch time, and just before leaving school.
Lula felt completely fine in her first lesson. She had fun on the swivel chair in the IT suite. It wasn’t her favourite lesson. She didn’t really understand why a lot of the things worked and also why they didn’t. She was never a disruptive student but she just wasn’t interested in computers. There was a rule however, that no food or drink could be had in the IT suite so not to risk damaging the computers. The moment the lesson ended she made sure to swig from her bottle as she walked to the Humanities block. Geography was okay but she preferred History.
Lula made sure to finish the bottle during Geography. Both her and Rosie filled up again at break time and spent the time chatting at their favourite picnic bench round the side of the school outside the English department.
“There’s that new girl” Rosie pointed out towards the raised flowerbeds.
“Hmm? Who?”
“Her! The Asian girl” Rosie pointed again, grabbing Lula’s wrist and shaking it.
Lula turned to see a slim girl on her own sitting on a bench beside one of the flower beds. She had long, jet black hair which sat neatly over her shoulders and over her chest. Her uniform looked too clean and obviously new. Her black shoes were polished to a shine. Most notably though she had a small, cute, bright pink flower bunch clipped into her hair. She was sat almost upright with her bag between her legs, a book in her lap she seemed to be engrossed in.
“Didn’t even know she was here” Lula admitted.
“What do you think? I think her name’s Sarah or Zara or something” Rosie asked.
“I… don’t? She’s new. Being new sucks. I don’t know her though so…” Lula shrugged.
“She’s like a deer in headlights. Look! There she goes”
The girl darted her head up every time someone shouted or if someone walked close to her.
“She’s new. People are scary”
“I guess” Rosie replied, twisting open the lid to her bottle and drinking from it.
The warning bell rang, letting everyone know they had five minutes to get to their next lesson. Both girls got up and began making their way to the water fountain to refill. Rosie turned and took one last look at the new girl who seemed a bit overwhelmed at the loud bell, not really knowing how to react. She carefully placed a bookmark in her book and put it away in her bag. She kept looking around trying to judge what the other students seemed to be doing. She had grasped the handles to her bag tightly and continued to sit on the bench. As the girl surveyed the courtyard her eyes met Rosie’s. Rosie scoffed before breaking her gaze and walked off with Lula.
“J'ai acheté une baguette et des pommes de terre” Lula said out loud as she wrote it in her book.
“Très bien!” said the teacher as she walked past. Lula smiled to herself.
Lula heard the classroom door open but ignored it. She was doing well and wanted to keep focusing.
“Yeah sure, oh that’s okay. Aucun problème. What’s your name?” sounded the teacher’s voice from the other side of the room.
“Over there? Bien sûr. Come on then” Lula heard the teacher come towards her and sweep past her seat on her left. She was followed by someone else. Lula looked up and saw it was the new girl. She was being seated opposite herself next to the window. Only three other students sat at that table and they were in their own little group so they all ignored her.
“Do you know any French?” asked the teacher. The girl bobbed her head. Lula couldn’t tell if she meant yes or no. The teacher walked off and fetched the girl a new workbook and spare textbook. Lula diverted her gaze as the new girl looked back at her. She carried on curling her toes to avoid shaking her leg too much. The water was starting to take effect.
About ten minutes had passed before some low conversation and giggling was filling the room.
“I bet she brought corona with her”
“Haha she must have the virus”
“Ew I don’t want it she can stay over there”
The teacher was doing her best to keep the drone of the chatter to a minimum. If anyone needed to get up they actively avoided the table by the new girl. Some of them were being very obvious about it.
“Oi” came a raised voice from behind Lula. Even she turned around to have a look. She recognised the voice to be Lauren’s. One of the… well… bitchy girls.
“Oi don’t ignore me” came the voice again. Lula felt sorry for the new girl already.
“Oi, fuckin’ new girl” she said slightly louder. As Lula turned to face the girl she saw a pen fly through the air narrowly missing the girl. She finally turned to face Lauren.
“Don’t do that” she said sternly.
“Fuckin’ answer me then new girl” said Lauren with raised eyebrows, leaning back on herself.
“What do you want?” asked the new girl.
“Okay new girl. First of all, you don’t speak to me like that. Okay? Don’t give me cheek”
“I do not know you” said the girl, not breaking eye contact.
Lauren started laughing.
“Don’t interrupt me either”
“I do…”
“Are you fuckin’ stupid?”
“I…”
Lauren laughed again.
“Shut the fuck up” snarled Lauren. The girl lowered her eyebrows and looked confused.
“Have you…”
“What?”
“Shht! Have you. Brought c.o.r.o.n.a. virus. With you. To this school?”
The girl didn’t answer. She looked shocked.
“C.a.n. You. U.n.d.e.r.s.t.a.n.d. Me?” said Lauren rudely. Lula started to feel sorry for the girl.
“That’s not how we speak to new students, Lauren” said the teacher who was finally walking over.
“Nah, Miss. The new girl’s giving me cheek. She’s being well rude, innit”
“I did not say anything to you” replied the girl sternly once again. She was trying to sound angry but her voice was soft and dainty.
“I asked you a question and you ignored me” Lauren snapped, raising her eyebrows again.
“You think I have the virus but I do not” claimed the girl.
Lauren scrunched her face, looking the new girl up and down.
“I’ve heard… You do”
“I do not have the virus” claimed the girl once more. Most people in the room had now stopped working and were listening.
“Excuse me girls this is not an appropriate conversation” the teacher began to flap.
“What is your problem?” the girl asked, turning in her chair to face Lauren.
“Is she squaring up to me? Haha girls look at this” Lauren started laughing once again, sitting back confidently in her chair”
“And why did you throw a pen at me?” questioned the girl.
“I didn’t throw no fuckin’ pen” Lauren snapped now looking angry.
“Lauren!” piped up the teacher.
“Nah, Miss she’s disrespecting me”
“You’re a liar” said the new girl.
“Nahhhhh” Lauren cried out in a deep bellow before standing up and pushing her chair back enough that it fell backwards.
“You got a problem new girl?” Lauren snarled, slowly strutting over to her.
“Lauren!” yelled the teacher again, “Sit. Down. Maintenant!” she snapped.
As Lauren approached the new girl she hesitated.
“Nah” she said looking at the floor, “if you didn’t have the virus though I’d come get you over there you get me?”
The teacher had now stood in front of Lauren to try and calm her down. The new girl was evidently upset. She wipder her nose with her sleeve. She stood up. With the teacher’s back to the new girl, she didn’t see her get up and walk directly past her towards Lauren.
“Ay what you…”
*PLAP*
Lauren fell backwards and clasped her face with both hands. The new girl had landed a punch straight into Lauren’s face. Blood started to drip from beneath Lauren’s fingers. She screamed out loud.
“Otogibanashi” muttered the girl before collecting her bag and walking, if anything calmly, out of the room. Everyone was stunned. No one had ever stood up to Lauren, let alone punch her in the face. Lula’s mouth was stuck open in shock.
*Fucking. Awesome. She’s cool*
By the time Lula and Rosie met up at lunch, what had happened in Lula’s French lesson had spread amongst everyone.
“You need to tell me everything that happened” Rosie demanded as they sat down at their table.
“It was great”
“Tell me tell me tell me”
“Well she came in late but I wasn’t really paying attention but then I realised it was her”
“Mmhmmm?”
“After a while people started talking saying she had the virus and stuff”
“What, why?”
“Because she’s…”
“Asian? Chinese? Who cares that’s just racist”
“Yeah I know. But Lauren tried to talk to her and she was ignoring her so Lauren got pissed off and starts having a go. Miss tried to calm her own but she starts saying she has the virus and having a go and she stands up and punches her in the face”
“I love it” said Rosie, her face shining with excitement.
“Hehe, yeah it was funny to see”
Lula noticed that Rosie’s leg was shaking beneath the table. She hadn’t thought about her own state since her French lesson. She had been too thrilled. She was starting to realise she could go pee though if she let it happen. She knew she could hold on the last hour though.
“She’ll be in isolation I bet”
“Huh, what?” Lula replied coming to.
“The new girl, they’ll have put her in isolation”
“Oh yeah, probably”
“I can’t”
“Can’t what?” asked Lula.
“I gotta go now, come with me?”
“What, go?”
“Yeah. Now”
“Useless” replied Lula as she got up to follow Rosie to the toilets. She was bending at the knees as she stood up, clasping her bottle in her right hand.
“I can’t go in” Lula claimed.
“Why not?”
“I… I’ll need to go, just… go”
“Why are you being weird?”
“Because… we don’t do this… now. Just go!” Lula muttered.
“Christ, we can go to the toilet” Rosie joked around. Lula was starting to feel flustered. Rosie began to contemplate her own need before making a growling sound and running into the bathroom. Lula stood outside trying not to think of her own need.
“Better!” Rosie exclaimed, pushing the door open to announce her presence.
“Yeah? Good” Lula replied gently trying not to think about going. The bell sounded.
“Gates at three, yeah?”
“Obviously”
Unlucky for Lula, her last lesson was English, meaning the room was pretty much silent. There were no distracting sounds, no headphones allowed, and no talking since they were trying a mock paper. She was shaking her leg the whole lesson and squeezing her thighs together to lessen the bloating in her crotch. By the last ten minutes, the bloating had started to feel like a large bruise. She was having to breath deeply, but as quiet as possible, to maintain her composure.
*knock knock knock*
Everyone looked up from their paper and stared at the door. In walked one of the office ladies. She wasn’t wearing her usual cheery grin. Her face looked hollow and her expression was shaken. She walked over to the teacher and whispered to him to not distract the students from their paper. It wasn’t working. They were all looking.
“Um. Hugh huhm” the teacher coughed, “can you all look this way please” he requested in his calm, deep voice.
“Yeah it’s okay, pens down. You need to listen please”
Everyone did as they were told. The teacher was holding a pile of papers which had been handed to him by the office lady.
“Well… I don’t know how to say this but… Unfortunately… due to the current nature of events, the Government has announced today that all schools will close from today until further notice. It is impossible…” he squinted to reread the paper again, “it is impossible for anyone’s safety or wellbeing to promised during this uncertain time so to prevent the spread of Covid-19 all schools must close so all students, staff, and their families can remain at home and stay safe”
He stopped reading and paused. No one spoke for a while.
“Everyone’s parents or guardians have received a text from the school. This news has been announced nationally so it will be on the television and the radio so everyone will be aware. When you leave today please make sure you take home everything you need to make sure you can keep revising” added the office lady, “I have given Sir a letter for you each to take home so make sure you go home with it, okay?” she stood awkwardly for awhile before edging herself out of the room. No one spoke for a while.
“Well. I suppose… You should all start packing up. Bring me what you’ve done and I’ll… have a while to look over them?” the teacher tried to joke. Some people giggled. Others looked visibly panicked. Lula had been trying to keep up with the news over the past few weeks but never guessed it would affect her directly. No one really knew how to react. All Lula knew was that her bladder was pressing against her belly. She refused to drink any more.
Once the final bell had rung, crowds of students were rushing about to speak to friends and to speak to teachers about what was going on. This was the most panicked and restless the school had ever seemed. There was a lot of emotion in the air. Lula walked past some toilets as she went to leave the English block. She winced and went to go inside. She turned away and walked outside. Ugh. This is the only day I get to do it. Idiot. You don’t have to. Nah. Ten more minutes.
“The fuck!?” Rosie mouthed as Lula walked closer.
Lula shrugged.
“How long do you think it’ll be for?”
“No idea” replied Lula.
“I’ve filled up since the bell and look” Rosie claimed, shaking her empty bottle.
“Heh” Lula laughed out loud, her face in distress.
“You need to don’t you?”
“Yeah”
“Soon” Rosie encouraged her.
The girls spoke about the school closing all the way to the woods. They didn’t need to discuss the route to Rosie’s house anymore. Going through the woods was just part of the plan. It’s quiet and out of the way. They rarely ever see anyone. There’s loads of places to squat or hide.
Lula was breathing heavily as she began to helplessly leak into her knickers. Rosie also seemed uncomfortable. Lula still hadn’t been able to shake the initial feeling of awkwardness that drowned her before she peed in front of Rosie. Once she was going it disappeared but the build up was always the weirdest.
“I can’t” Lula admitted.
“Wait, we haven’t checked who has the biggest wet patch” Rosie added, sounding audibly desperate.
“I can’t!” Lula exclaimed louder, darting to her right, off the track, and into some waist high bushes. As she bolted, she was already uncontrollably peeing into her knickers and tights. She scrambled at her skirt to try and pull it up. Rosie stood aside on the track watching her friend struggle as she heard Lula’s pee hit the ground beneath her. She then saw Lula drop down beneath the bushes as she crouched, keeping her ass as close to the floor as possible. Rosie moved slightly and could make out the yellow tint of Lula’s knickers from where she held her legs slightly open. The pee soaked her underwear and pooled inside the tights before falling beneath her. Once started, Lula had got used to no longer feeling embarrassed and just enjoyed the moment. She looked down as she held her skirt up and watched as the pee fell from her crotch and watered the grass and soil beneath her. Lula bobbed up and down a few times to let the last few remaining drops fall from her tights before wiping any excess wet from her crotch and wiping her hands on the legs of her tights. She let her skirt fall to her knees again. As she stood up and adjusted her waistband, she heard more pee hitting the ground. Rosie was just standing there freely wetting as if she couldn’t’ care less. She shrugged.
“I needed to go too” she chuckled. Rosie’s pee was soaking down her legs and making the material of her tights glisten. Some droplets were falling straight from beneath her skirt but most of it was running down her legs and polling beneath her feet. She just stood there without a care in the world and let it happen.
As Rosie continued to wet herself, Lula started stepping out of the bushes. As she did so she lifted her skirt slightly to inspect the damage of her own wetting on her tights. It didn’t seem too obvious. Rosie made a relieved sound as her pee came to an end.
Lula aggressively tapped Rosie’s arm. Rosie was confused.
“What?” she said, disturbed.
Lula grabbed Rosie’s arm and pulled at it. Rosie almost fell into Lula, the last few droplets falling from her skirt. Rosie turned to face behind her. Lula’s face had turned ghost white. The bottom of her skirt clenched in her left fist.
There she was. A few meters in front of them. Just standing there. The new girl. |
Thank you everyone for the nice comments. It’s nice to see you all want to still read despite the gaps in chapters. It’s also personally reassuring to see you’ll all come back and read. I really, really appreciate it. Sure, I’m writing for my own pleasure too but I don’t know if you all realise it’s heartwarming to see oThEr PeOpLE actually enjoy what you’ve written. <3
Watering The Cherry Blossom
After what seemed like an impossibly long pause, Lula unclenched her fist. Her mouth was wide open; her face burning red. Her skirt fell gently back down to her knees. Rosie scrunched her face in pain as Lula grabbed her arm even tighter. The patter of Rosie’s last few pee droplets hit the dirt below almost splitting the stunned silence. Lula was struggling to breathe despite her heart pounding away inside her chest.
The new girl slightly tilted her head to the right. Her long black hair, and the pretty pink flower, flowed almost perfectly in the breeze. She lowered her eyebrows.
“Hello” she said softly.
Both Lula and Rosie fumbled around awkwardly until Lula finally let go of Rosie’s arm. Rosie immediately started rubbing her legs together to try and hide any glistening evidence of her wetting. Lula was trying to catch her breath. Her wetting was less obvious but she had no idea what the girl had seen.
“Are you both okay?” she asked. She had a slight accent.
“Yes!” Rosie snapped almost immediately after she’d asked the question.
“We’re fine” Lula lied nervously.
“Oh. Well I saw…”
“Nothing. You saw nothing” Rosie snapped once again defensively. Lula knew Rosie could be defensive but it was always a front before she got emotional.
“But you…”
“Nothing!” growled Rosie. Her cheeks had started to puff and go a shade of burgundy.
“You are in my classes” she said, trying to change the subject. She had diverted her gaze to Lula and politely smiled. Lula sheepishly nodded.
“I am sorry about earlier”
“What? About what?” Lula tripped over her words as she subtly tried to brush at her skirt.
“In Farangu… the French lesson”
“Oh. Yeah” Lula nervously chuckled.
“I’m Sakura” the girl said, taking a small step towards the girls. Lula grounded her feet. Rosie didn’t even flinch.
“I am sorry. I just moved here. My house is this way. Sorry” Sakura muttered, lowering her head realising the situation was terribly awkward for all of them. She started to continue her walk home, pacing past the girls before stopping and turning towards them.
“I… will not tell anyone. You can trust me. Sayonara” She dipped her head respectfully and quietly walked on.
As the Sakura’s footsteps disappeared behind them all that could be heard was their deep breathing.
“Fuck” exclaimed Lula, “fuck?” her voice wobbled as if she were to start crying.
Rosie took a deep breath and exhaled deeply.
“Nothing we can do about it now” she admitted, almost snarling from her nose in short, aggressive bursts.
“Shall we go?” Lula asked quietly.
Without answering, Rosie tucked her bag around her shoulder, turned, and began walking. Lula wiped her eyes and followed.
As the girls walked into Rosie’s bedroom, Lula could feel the backside of her knickers were drier against her skin. The soaking of the inner thighs of her tights still clung to her legs somewhat.
“I think I’m over it” Rosie claimed, throwing her duvet aside and sitting straight onto her bed. She had taken her shoes off at the door and carried them upstairs before throwing them beside her bed. She needed to clean them before leaving them downstairs since her pee had soaked the soles. She hesitated before laying on her side facing Lula. Lula could see a faint wet spot where she had just sat down. She must have a protector on.
Within seconds, whilst staring blankly out the window, Lula noticed a faint hiss and a pool start to form at Rosie’s skirt.
“What are you…?”
“Does it really matter?” Rosie answered.
“Your shirt…”
Rosie didn’t respond as she continued wetting her uniform on her bed.
“I’m glad I have you” Rosie admitted.
“Why say that?”
“She didn’t see you. She only saw me”
Lula felt her face go red again at the thought of being seen.
“She said she wouldn’t tell anyone”
“Haha. She will” Rosie claimed, “that’ll be her claim to fame. Humiliating me”
“Remember when I thought I’d been outed? And I hadn’t? I believe her” Lula tried to encourage her friend.
The hiss died down and the puddle at Rosie’s skirt soaked away. The bottom of her white school shirt had caught some wetness and the bedsheet had an obvious wet spot beneath her. Rosie turned around to face away from Lula. The backside of her black skirt was now soaked and shining. It clung to both her tights and the bedsheet. There were small puddles in the creases of the sheet.
“I’ll wash everything in a bit. Give me a minute?” Rosie muttered into a pillow. She seemed to be sniffling. Adhering to her friend’s request, Lula stood up and quietly made her way out of Rosie’s bedroom. She was now standing upstairs in Rosie’s house with damp underwear and tights. She knew Rosie’s Mum didn’t get back for a while yet. How long will she be like this? Normally she washes everything straight away. Hmm.
Not knowing what to do, and not wanting to sit down anywhere with damp underwear, Lula naturally made her way to the upstairs bathroom and closed the door. The top toilet seat was already up so Lula just sat straight down. At least I can’t get anything wet here.
Lula pulled the backside of her skirt out from underneath her so it fell around the sides of the toilet. She lifted the front of the skirt and her tights to properly inspect the damage on her pastel yellow knickers. There was clearly a difference in colour between the completely dry upper half of the material and everything below the top of her vagina. She thought they looked kind of cute. She ran a finger up the centre of the knickers towards the dry material, pushing slightly inwards to feel the fabric rub against her. She took a deep breath.
What if Sakura did see both of us? She seems nice though. She even got bullied… bullied? Maybe. Bullied earlier. Maybe she needs friends? But she could out us. Out Rosie certainly. I can’t let Rosie think that though. She helped me when Charlotte tried to ruin me. I was okay. Hopefully this will be okay too. Ugh.
Suddenly the feel of fright came back as she considered the fact Sakura could have seen her too. A her heart began racing she continued to run her finger up the front of her knickers. Her belly shifted and felt a pulse of pins and needles as the fright seemed to turn to thrill. Maybe she did see me…
Lula felt a warm sensation in her lower body and completely relaxed. She felt the rush of pee flow through her as it entered her knickers. She felt the pressure of the streak against her finger as she continued to rub. The sound of pee hitting the toilet water filled the room. Lula moved her legs apart, stretching the tights she’d pulled down to her knees. The pastel yellow cotton shone from the ceiling light as a layer of pee covered the material and ran down towards her ass. Lula kept her finger at her hole so she could feel the release of the pee. She started to feel a build up of pressure and arched her back slightly. The handle to the bathroom door lowered and the door opened.
Lula open her eyes and snapped open her palms. She instinctively hunched up and covered her crotch with her hands.
“Thought you’d be here” Rosie said, smirking.
“Can you… fuck off? Knock!?” Lula almost shouted. Rosie giggled.
“Sorry Lule’s. Thought I’d give you the chance to… well… do that before I put a wash on”
Rosie was stood half in the doorway. She had put on a new pair of plain black underwear and an oversized navy blue t-shirt. Her legs were bare though. Her eyes were red but she was smiling.
“Can you…?” Lula nodded towards the door, waving her hands.
“Yep. Yep” Rosie said, raising her hands and slowly closing the door.
Lula fell backwards with all her weight. There was a thump of hard plastic as her back hit the toilet lid.
Twice. Twice in the same fucking day. Fuck. She sighed. The whole sensation had gone. The excitement had died. She just felt cold and wet now. Lula groaned as she pulled off her knickers and tights, rinsed them over the toilet, and rolled them up before drying herself off with some toilet roll. As planned, at the bottom of her bag, was her spare underwear and leggings for this very moment.
Rosie had already changed her bedsheet. There was no evidence of any wetting whatsoever as everything was now in the wash. Both girls sat on Rosie’s bed.
“Honestly. Seriously. I don’t think she’ll tell anyone” Lula said shyly after a period of silence. Rosie didn’t respond straight away.
“You think?”
“Yeah. She seems alright. And she punched Lauren after all” Lula replied. Rosie smirked.
“Haha. Yeah. I suppose”
“We should speak to her on Monday?”
“Be friends with the new girl?”
“Well… sure?”
“Social suicide” Rosie groaned, falling backwards ono her bed.
“Nah I think she’s alright” Lula turned and leaned backwards. Rosie winced.
“I dunno Lule’s. Maybe”
“Well it’s not like we’re the awesome foursome anymore”
“Haha shit. I can’t believe we called ourselves that”
“Maybe we could be the… peesome threesome” Lula suggested awkwardly. Rosie sat up.
“That. Was fucking shit” Rosie chuckled.
“Yeah I know” Lula laughed back.
“Uggghhhhh” Rosie once again groaned as she flopped back down. The mattress bounced.
Silence.
“Fine” Rosie muttered.
“Fine?”
“Sure. What the hell. What the… fucking hell. Let’s do it”
“She’s in most of my classes I think so I could…?”
“Nah we’ll both go to her at lunch or something. At that table she sits at”
“Deal”
“Yeah. Rosie… Lula… and Sakura. Has a ring to it?”
“Haha sure” |
Gaping plot hole I’m so sorry! How can Lula and Rosie see Sakura on Monday if the schools have just been closed? Whoopsie. I’ll start this chapter by correcting the end of the last one. Why did no one tell me? >.< Or maybe no one else noticed and I got away with it? Oh well.
Watering The Cherry Blossom (Corrected Ending)
Lula fell backwards with all her weight. There was a thump of hard plastic as her back hit the toilet lid.
Twice. Twice in the same fucking day. Fuck. She sighed. The whole sensation had gone. The excitement had died. She just felt cold and wet now. Lula groaned as she pulled off her knickers and tights, rinsed them over the toilet, and rolled them up before drying herself off with some toilet roll. As planned, at the bottom of her bag, was her spare underwear and leggings for this very moment.
Rosie had already changed her bedsheet. There was no evidence of any wetting whatsoever as everything was now in the wash. Both girls sat on Rosie’s bed.
“Honestly. Seriously. I don’t think she’ll tell anyone” Lula said shyly after a period of silence. Rosie didn’t respond straight away.
“You think?”
“Yeah. She seems alright. And she punched Lauren after all” Lula replied. Rosie smirked.
“Haha. Yeah. I suppose”
“And you know… we’re not going back are we?”
“Y… yeah. I suppose not” Rosie sighed.
“Forgot about that until now” Lula admitted, lowering her head.
“”She might tell everyone on Snap and Facebook”
“What? That a girl she doesn’t know of pissed herself in the woods? That’ll be bold for a new kid”
“Hmm” Rosie still seemed unsure.
And at the moment… people from school thinks… she… has the virus”
“That’s just fucking racist”
“I know” Lula nodded.
“Fuckin’… don’t make me feel sorry for her now” Rosie giggled.
“Well I think she’ll be alright. Maybe we could… speak to her? Find her online and chat?”“Be friends with the new girl?”
“Well… sure?”
“Social suicide” Rosie groaned, falling backwards ono her bed.
“Nah I think she’s alright” Lula turned and leaned backwards. Rosie winced.
“I dunno Lule’s. Maybe”
“Well it’s not like we’re the awesome foursome anymore”
“Haha shit. I can’t believe we called ourselves that”
“Cringe” agreed Lula.
“Totally” Rosie yawned.
“Maybe we could be the… peesome threesome” Lula suggested awkwardly. Rosie sat up.
“That. Was fucking shit” Rosie’s eyes opened wide and she chuckled.
“Yeah I know” Lula laughed back, scratching at her forearms.
“Uggghhhhh” Rosie once again groaned as she flopped back down. The mattress bounced.
Silence.
“Fine” Rosie muttered.
“Fine?”
“Sure. What the hell. What the… fucking hell. Let’s do it”
“There can’t be many Sakura’s around here. If she’s on anything we’ll find her surely?”
“Well we have loads of time to fine her it seems”
“I suppose we do… How long do you think this’ll last?”
“Who knows? Can’t imagine too long? They’ll realise it’s not that bad and we’ll be back in a few weeks I think”
“I dunno” Lula said hesitantly.
“Sakura Ono!” Rosie almost yelled.
“What?”
“Found her!” Rosie almost yelled out again enthusiastically.
“Super spy”
“You know it”
“Wait. I can’t be the one to add her first. That’d just be… weird?”
“I… agree” Lula slumped as she agreed.
Lula flipped her phone around in her hand before opening Facebook and searching Sakura’s name. Sure enough, she was fairly easy to find. Sakura’s profile picture was her stood beneath some towering trees in some dense, dark green woodland. Sakura herself was wearing a tight, white romper which showed off her smooth legs as it turned into loose shorts at the bottom. The romper had a purple and green flowery pattern all over which made her stand out against the background. Her long black hair was tied up in a messy bun and her signature pink cherry blossom flower was pinned in too.
“Here goes nothing then” Lula took a deep breath before clicking to add Sakura as a friend, “We’ll see how this goes…”
Watering The Cherry Blossom (Part 2)
It was dark outside when Lula walked through her front door with her Mum.
“Make sure you wash all your uniform from this week so it’s ready for… whenever you need it. We still have to go to work though remember” her Mum said as Lula started to climb the stairs.
“Yeah I know I will” she replied angsty.
She stopped on the stairs.
“What… you both have to go to work still?” she asked curiously.
“Thanks for reminding me!” the bellow of her Dad’s voice sarcastically sounded from the living room. Her Mum shook her head in response.
“Clothes?” she said shaking her head again.
“OKAyyyy” Lula stressed and ran up the stairs.
She threw her school bag across her bedroom and closed her door. She sighed.
They’ll both be out all day. I can literally wet all I want. Wait. Fuck. Why is that the first thing I think of? Can Rosie come round? Is she allowed? I know no school but seeing people? Sakura could come round? Would be less awkward with Mum and Dad asking questions “oh who’s this, who are they?, tidy up!”. Hmm.
Lula pulled off her school shirt and slipped into her baggy t-shirt she wore to bed the las few nights. She climbed onto her bed and fitted her airpods. The sound of the TV downstairs, her parents talking, and the faint drone of her house subdued and she took a deep breath. Silence.
*bloopng*
She unlocked her phone and opened Spotify and searched for her favourite playlist. The first song there in the list? Freak Like Me by Halestorm. Lula loved to just sit back, close her eyes, and lose herself in some music. In times previously, when Lula had experienced low moods and anxiety, this was how she kept herself grounded. This was the song she felt she related to the most.
~ I’m on the train that’s pullin’ the sick and twisted, Makin’ the most of the ride before we get arrested ~
This was just before the ‘awesome foursome’ became a thing. Lula had known Rosie since they were kids. Charlotte and Beth only came into the picture over a year ago.
~ Covered in black we lack the social graces, Just like an animal we crawl out of our cages ~
Rosie and Beth had become friends from their tutor group. Beth was already good friends with Charlotte. They all agreed to meet up for a McDonald’s one day after school. Lula had a panic attack at the idea and Rosie had calmed her down.
~ If you’re a freak like me, Wave your flag!, If you’re a freak like me, Get off your ass! ~
Lula had stayed quiet for most of the meet up before Charlotte started the conversation. At first she came across nice and genuinely sincere. Lula felt completely intimidated. This taller, louder, bigger breasted, exceptionally more confident, and probably significantly more popular girl was talking to her and wanted to be… friends?
~ So shout out if you’re a freak like me, You were born to burn ~
Over the course of a few months Lula settled into this new group and started to feel popular and involved. She always had Rosie to rely on as a backbone. She liked Beth a lot even though they didn’t like a lot of the same things. She really wanted Charlotte to like her. She had convinced herself that getting in close with Charlotte would be the way to cure her anxiety. That had to work, right?
~This is no disease you don’t need a cure!, It’s our time now to come out! ~
It had only become obvious about six months ago, a short while before Lula’s infamous first bedwetting, that she realised that, actually, Charlotte wasn’t that nice. She had also found alcohol was ‘fun’. Charlotte kept leaving the group to meet up with other girls. The popular ones. The whores. The bitches. It made Lula angry. She felt both betrayed and stupid herself.
~ So write your name in gasoline, And set that shit on fire ~
This was the song she related to at the time. She felt like a freak again. She felt that trusting people was stupid and maybe she wasn’t supposed to have friends. She even doubted Rosie for a while. That’s when she knew she was starting to spiral, when she didn’t trust Rosie. She always felt more comfortable when Rosie was around.
~ It’s our time now, To let it all hang out ~
Then Lula’s accident happened. Her first wetting accident outside her house on that rainy day she had forgotten her key. What was this? She, strangely, and unexpectedly, found something that felt good and she enjoyed? But it was wrong. So wrong. She felt like a freak even more. But then she found out Rosie did it too. Then Charlotte tried to ruin her life. Then Tom happened. What a strange few months.
~ They can’t hold you down, You were born to rise!, It’s our time now to come out! ~
Here we are now then. Huh.
Lula sniffed and wiped her face. She believed that reflecting every now and then was good. It was healthy to see her journey and remind herself that she’s in a better place than she was. What made it all more exciting was the thought of a new friend. A friend who didn’t know what she used to be like or what she’d been through. Someone who could only judge her on what they knew about her now.
Which means she can only judge me on seeing me piss myself in the woods. Fucking great. Ugh.
Lula swiped up and let Spotify shuffle her songs. She scrunched her eyes and blinked away the few tears that had welled up. Her Facebook app had a small red blob on it. She inhaled sharply.
*Sakura Ono has accepted your friend request*
Wow… shit.
Lula’s heart started racing at the idea of messaging first.
Just… say hi. No… say hey. No. Nonono. Start by saying about what she saw earlier. NOPE. Ugh. Why can’t I fucking say hello? Sorry if we were rude earlier? Hmm. Doesn’t directly talk about what she saw… or didn’t see. Ugh this sucks.
*vrrrbbbt vrrrbbbt*
Lula felt her whole body jump. She ached slightly for a few seconds where she had tensed up.
Sakura: “Hey”
What…. Are the chances of that. Is she stalking to see when I’m online? Do I wait? Nah…
Lula: “Hey”
Sakura: “Thank you for adding me I don’t know anyone yet >.<”
Lula: “That’s okay. I liked what you did in French lol”
Sakura: “Sorry”
Lula: “Don’t be. She deserved it”
Sakura: “I got told off. I’m go to isolation on Monday but now we not go school”
Lula: “Maybe you got out of it then lol”
Sakura: “I don’t have the virus!”
Lula: “I know. What she said was horrible and I’m sorry it was on your first day”
Sakura: “I felt very bad”
Lula: “Don’t worry about it”
Sakura: “Thank you Lula”
Lula: “: ) “
This is going okay. I think? Comes across really innocent. Genuine.
Sakura: “I’m sorry about earlier”
Lula: “What why I’ve just said it was okay?”
Sakura: “No”
Sakura: “In the woods”
Sakura: “After school”
Shit. Shitfuckfuckfuckfuck. No. No this is good. I need to settle this. Shitshitshitshit.
Lula: “What did you actually see?”
Sakura: “The other girl standing on her own but then you stood up”
Sakura: “I thought you fallen over”
Sakura: “But then your friend had an accident”
Lula: “Are you sure that’s what you saw?”
Lula’s heart was racing in her chest. Despite her headphones, she could feel the deep, continuous thump of her heart.
Sakura: “That is what I saw”
Sakura: “I will not tell anyone”
Lula dropped her phone on her chest and wiped her mouth as she thought.
Do I agree with that? I mean… it’s true. I don’t think she saw me though? I could play dumb? Say it never happened? Her bottle leaked? Nah she knows. She saw. But not me… Do I go along with that? That’s not fair on Rosie though. I can’t do that to her. How would I explain that? That’s a horrible thing to do. Shitty thing. I can’t. So I have to confess? I have to tell her I did… too…? I can’t. Nope. Ugh.
Sakura: “I promise”
Lula: “Thank you”
Sakura: “x)”
Lula: “My friend is Rosie. We want to know if you want to hang out?”
I can’t believe I fucking said that. What am I, five? What a shit sentence. Christ, she might as well fucking tell everyone what happened after that. That would be less embarrassing. Actually… no it wouldn’t.
Sakura: “Really?”
Lula winced.
Lula: “Yeah”
Sakura: “I don’t think we can now”
Lula: “?”
Sakura: “The school closed”
Sakura: “The lockdown”
Lula; “Wait has it happened?”
Sakura: “Yes. From Monday. We must stay home and shops close”
Fucking what. What the fuck.
Lula swiped out of the Messenger app and looked at the news. Sakura was right.
Shit. Fuck. She’s right. Oh shit.
Lula sat up right with her legs crossed.
Lula: “Shit you’re right”
Sakura: “I know”
Lula giggled at Sakura’s possibly unintended dry, sarcastic response.
Lula: “I’ll add you to a group chat later”
Sakura: “That will be nice thank you”
Lula: “LOKCKCCCCKKDOOIWQQNN”
Rosie: “Just seen”
Lula: “Shit man”
Rosie: “I know. I was starting to love school and shopping and being outside”
Lula: “Funny”
Rosie: “Spoke to her yet?”
Lula: “Am doing”
Rosie: “AND YOU haven’t told me?”
Lula; “Just did”
Rosie: “UMM NO what’s she saying?!
Lula; “Sorry a lot”
Lula: “Sorry for punching Lauren”
Lula: “Sorry for seeing us earlier”
Lula: “Uses >.< a lot”
Rosie: “Oh no an emjoi’er’er’erer”
Lula; “Haha”
Rosie: “Did she see?”
Rosie: “Both of us or…”
Lula; “I wont lie no”
Lula; “Only you she though I had fallen over”
Rosie: “Bitch please fallen over?”
Lula; “Yep. It’s just you that’s the weird one >.<”
Rosie: “I hate you so much right now”
Lula: “Said I will add her to a group chat”
Lula: “She wants to be friends”
Rosie: “Why did you say that? That’s not taking it slow”
Lula: “Because we both need to get to know her not just me”
Rosie: “I hate it when you’re right”
Lula; “Doesn’t happen often but I get it right sometimes”
Rosie: “Don’t give me that shit. You’re always right”
“CLOTHES”
Lula jumped once again.
“NOW!”
She pulled herself off the bed slumped onto the floor where her bag had landed earlier. She took out the bag with her freshly washed and dried clothes from Rosie’s house and hid them half way down her washing bin.
Rosie: “Group chat?”
Oh my god hold on.
Lula ran and almost slipped down the stairs with her clothes and into the kitchen. She pulled open the door to the washing machine and threw her weeks’ worth of clothes in before setting it to go.
Rosie: “Y R U IGNORING ME R WE NOT FRIENDS”
Hold onnnnn.
Lula sat crossed legged on the floor next to the washing machine. She added both Rosie and Sakura to a new group chat.
Lula: “Hey”
Sakura: “Hiii”
Rosie: “Hi”
Sakura: “I can add you Rosie?”
Rosie: “Sure”
Sakura: “I have told Lula I will keep the secret”
Sakura: “About earlier”
Sakura: “I’m sorry”
Rosie: “Okay”
Rosie: “Don’t talk about it here either”
Sakura: “I’m sorry”
Lula: “Haha let’s talk about something else”
Rosie: “Yes”
Sakura: “It happened to me recently too”
Sakura: “Something like what?”
Lula: “I dunno lockdown?”
Wait. What the fuck. Happened to her? What did?
Sakura: “I only just move here and now I can’t go out x(“
Rosie: “What happened recently?”
Sakura: “Now I have to stay at home all the time”
Lula: “What happened?”
Sakura: “Oh”
Sakura: “I keep your secret because I don’t tell anyone that happened to me when I moved here” |
Watering The Cherry Blossom (Part 3)
Lula closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her nostrils filled with the heavy, crisp air. She gently grunted as she exhaled. She slowly opened her eyes.
The dirt was dry beneath her feet as she made her way through the woods. She had only ever came this way once before; months ago back when the ‘Awesome Foursome’ went out to the fields last summer. Beams of sunlight pierced the trees like waypoints for Lula to follow. Branches creaked and bushes rustled. Every now and then Lula would flinch and gaze in a direction after hearing something scurry away.
She might not even show up. Things are fucked up. No school. Shops might close. We all have to stay indoors. Fuck… this is mad. Should we even be out? Nah… this might be the last time we get to meet up. Will Sakura be allowed out? Are her parents strict? Will other people be out here? Hmm.
Lula approached the split in the track. To the left, a less defined and bushier pathway. To the right, the actual, heavily eroded track commonly used by young people on bikes. When the girls went out together they would always go left. Left was more adventurous; more fun. Alone however, dense and somewhat scary. Lula hurriedly carried on to the right.
Fuck. Why’d she go that way?
Rosie leaned forwards and stood up, pulling twigs and leaves as she rose. She sighed. Trying not to make a sound she snapped a thick branch just within reach on her left. The sound of the snap cracked through the silent woods. Rosie immediately grabbed her prize and fell back into the bush.
*crack*
Lula halted.
Whatthefuckwasthat?
She stood like a deer in headlights for a moment before turning on the spot. Nothing. No one. She inhaled sharply.
Squirrel? Big… squirrel? Badger? Nah not during the day. Crazy axe murderer? Maybe…? Twat. You’re a twat. I’m a twat. No. Nononono. It was nothing.
Rosie peered through an opening in the leaves and saw Lula startled, but gaining enough confidence to slowly continue her walk.
Oh no you don’t.
She leant up slightly and threw her prize stick towards Lula before dropping to the floor once again.
*thud, thud, rustle*
This time Lula snapped her body round.
WHATTHEFUCKWASTHAT?
Her eyes were wide open scanning the ground. Her heartrate was increasing.
“Bitch!”
Lula’s eyes locked onto some bushes about fifteen meters away. She tilted her head.
“Bitch!” yelled the voice again.
“Fuck. You” Lula replied sternly.
Rosie fumbled back up and out of the bush, chuckling to herself.
Lula knelt down and picked up a handful of twigs and leaves and frantically hurled them towards Rosie. Some of the larger chunks of dirt bounced off her as she walked towards Lula.
“You’ve brought the bush with you” Lula pointed out.
“I will have you know…” Rosie began, lifting her nose up to Lula, “…that I shaved it this morning if you don’t mind”
“What… n… no? Look” Lula scoffed, pulling leaves from Rosie’s hair and off her shoulders. She was wearing a pretty, red floral dress which had a v-neck exposing some of her cleavage. The sleeves fell loosely over her shoulders. She was also wearing some clean, white trainers.
“You not cold?” Lula asked, looking down at Rosie’s exposed legs.
“Nah. Feel cute though” she admitted, twirling the dress.
“You look it”
Rosie hit Lula on the arm.
“What did I tell you about flirting?”
“Oh shut up”
They both giggled.
Both girls had bags with them. They had agreed to meet Sakura at the edge of the woods in a clearing with a view of the distant hills. The area itself was quite popular with people their age and allegedly would be used for end of year parties and such. If you found yourself alone there though it was quiet and scenic.
Lula pulled at her deep navy blue jumper. She loved it but hadn’t worn it for a while. She felt as if it showed off her curves quite well; not that she was ever too physically conscious. She had forgotten how long this walk was. Her thighs had began to feel sore from the gentle chafing of her black jeans.
“Does she even know where this place is?” asked Rosie.
“Well she said she lives in that new estate, no? That’s nearby…ish”
“Maybe then. I thought everyone knew about this spot”
“Yeah but she’s not been here as long has she?”
“Suppose not”
“Should we…?” Lula hesitated finishing the sentence as she took a few larger steps away from Rosie. Rosie lowered her eyebrows and looked at Lula perplexed.
“I… don’t have it you know? Neither do you”
“No I know but they said…”
“I’m not coughing. You’re not coughing. That tree’s not coughing”
“I know” Lula’s voice got quieter.
“Stop panicking. This’ll all blow over soon”
How is she always so confident? It’s like she knoowwss what’s going to happen all the time.
The girls reached the edge of the woods. The view ahead came into focus as they skylined themselves at the peak of the hill. Rolling fields of olive, emerald, pine, teal, and sea greens lay before them as they exited the treeline. To their left, an open grassy area with a few old fallen trees. The logs had been moved into an open circle surrounding a pile of ash, sticks, rocks, and whatever else had been thrown on over the years.
Lula closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air. She smiled.
“Remember the last time we came here?” Rosie asked. Lula suddenly remembered Rosie was there too.
“Hmm?”
“You remember? The last time we were here?”
“Umm… yeah, Charlotte invited that, whatshisface…Don? Dom? Dominic?”
“Hehe, dommmmyyyyy”
“Christ, she hated that” Lula laughed.
“What a prick” Rosie huffed. Lula turned to her and winced.
“Charlotte or Dom?”
“Fuckin’ both” Rosie snarled. They both laughed in agreement.
The girls paced over to the fallen logs and both slumped their bags onto the trodden grass.
“There” Rosie pointed.
“What?”
“There” Rosie pointed again, nodding her head in the direction of her finger. Lula looked down between two closely positions logs.
“There’s nothing there?”
“Haha no. Last time we were here remember?”
“Not really? We all sat here?”
“We did”
“Okay… I don’t get it”
Rosie sighed and went and sat on the edge of one of the logs”
“I was sat here” she smiled. Lula shook her head in confusion.
“We had the fire going” she nodded towards the burnt out centrepiece, “it was getting dark and we said how good the view was” Lula still stood wide eyed and tilted her head.
“Charlotte and Dom were over there” she nodded to the log on the right, “you and Beth were here” she nodded to the log on her left, “who else was there, Dom’s mates, Jack and Olly? Over there” she nodded back to her right further away from the logs, “Demi, Juliet, Cassie? Maybe? Acting slutty for the boys? I could tell you hated being here”
“What’s your point? Also I didn’t hate it”
“I could see you would rather have been here without everyone else” Rosie shrugged, “anyway I was sat here and remember what I was wearing?”
Lula scrunched her face in further confusion.
“No… okay. Well, remember my blue skirt?” Rosie asked. Lula eventually nodded.
“I moved over like this” Rosie said, edging her backside across the log so her left cheek was no hovering over the edge, “waited for the right moment and did a little pee” she smiled.
“No way. You wouldn’t have done it in front of all of us?”
“None of you saw and fuck I was in agony it hurt so much”
“I don’t believe you”
“I had waited for it to get dark and for people to be too busy to notice. It obviously worked as you never saw” she laughed.
Lula looked down at the ground beneath Rosie and back up at her a few times.
“That can’t have been… did your skirt not get…? No. No I still don’t believe you, you wouldn’t have”
Rosie sighed. She lifted the back of her loose dress so it rested behind her and against the log. She opened her legs slightly and repositioned her feet, putting her weight on her left foot as she sat; her right cheek still sat on the log but her left hanging over the edge. She half smiled and let out a few huffs of air before a gentle and quiet trickle of pee dribbled down the side of the log and onto the grass below. Rosie opened her palms and smiled at Lula.
“See!”
Lula frantically looked around to make sure they were alone. They were. Still no Sakura.
“You really have been doing this for years haven’t you?” Lula asked. There was a slight patter sound as Rosie’s pee continued to wet the edge of the log. She shifted her weight a few times. Each time she moved a larger and faster leak escaped and dampened the dead wood. Rosie nodded to Lula with a faint ‘mmhmm’.
No less than half a minute later, Rosie shook her waist and lifted her skirt. Lula looked away.
“Nothing you’ve not seen before” Rosie joked, observing how wet her knickers had become.
“Yeah but… it’s just…”
“Bitch if you say embarrassing… we’re well past that”
“I suppose” Lula admitted, pulling her head from her hand.
Rosie gently wiped her fingers over the front of her knickers and, whilst Lula was turned, she slowly grinded her vagina against the wood; feeling it pull against the material of hew now wet, warm knickers. As Lula turned back around, Rosie forcibly squeezed out the last leak and let it spread over the material with a soft glow.
“My ass wet too?” Rosie asked, standing up and lifting the back of her dress.
Lula peered up. Rosie had already turned around and was exposing her bare legs and underwear. Her plain white knickers had turned see through at the gusset. Lula could make out that the material had creased with wetness.
“Well?” Rosie asked.
“You’re a bit see through” Lula admitted.
“Hmm. And my back?” she asked again, letting the dress fall back into place.
“Like you never did it”
“Ayyy, good!” Rosie said cheerfully.
“Why the fuck are you blushing?” Rosie asked.
“Dunno”
“To be fair this was one of the first times you’ve walked through that wood without doing it too”
“Yeah” Lula replied sounding guilty.
“Don’t suppose you’re going to do much in those” Rosie questioned, looking at Lula’s jeans.
“I didn’t think we were going to do anything. Can we not do anything without that?”
“You don’t have to but I’m dressed for ease” Rosie admitted.
A moment of silence fell between the girls. Lula turned back around to appreciate the view. She honestly hadn’t thought of peeing for a few hours. She had no idea Rosie was going to turn this outing into another wetting situation. She wanted to be annoyed.
Is this us now? Now I know, and she knows… about… each other? Are we just going to wet whenever we’re together? Do I have to dress for convenience too? What… surely not? We… I don’t have to do this every time we’re together. She’s been doing this a lot longer than me. But maybe Sakura likes it too? Are we just guessing that because she had one accident? What if she is? Damn. What are the odds? What if…
Lula caught movement in the corner of her eye. She snapped her head to the right to see Sakura shyly exiting the treeline. She was wearing a flowy, tiered black skirt which stopped just above her knees. She turned to face Lula and smiled. Her long, black hair was tied back in a single ponytail. Her rouge pink vest top sort of matched the cherry blossom flower in her hair. She raised her arm and waved. Lula brought her hand to her chest and gently wiggled her fingers, nodding slightly.
“Do you think she’s like us?” Rosie asked, walking into frame next to Lula.
“What, female?” Lula joked. Rosie nudged Lula.
“You know what I mean”
“I do”
“… And?”
“We’ll find out in time? Or… you know… we could all just be friends and not want to pee all the time?”
“Damn, Lule’s, you don’t need to stress out about it all. We can stop it if you want?”
“Stop what?”
“Stop you know, pee stuff”
“What…?”
“That’s a no then”
“Wait I didn’t… just… does everything we do now have to end in pissing ourselves?”
“Well no”
“Okay just making sure” Lula said reassured. She felt Rosie gently nudge her again.
“She might like it though” Rosie said quietly as Sakura approached with a grin across her face. |
Watering The Cherry Blossom (Part 4)
“Hello” Sakura said cheerfully. Her long, black ponytail swayed gently in the breeze. She was smiling from ear to ear.
“Hey” replied Lula and Rosie together.
“I worried this was not the place. I thought I was lost”
“Nah we’re here” Rosie sighed.
“I’m sorry do you want me here?” Sakura asked, noticing the discomfort in Rosie’s voice. Rosie shifted her weight, desperate to scratch and pull the wet knickers clinging to her backside.
“What? Yeah. It’s fine. It’s… okay” she replied trying to sound encouraging. Lula rolled her eyes.
“We used to come here with our friends… other… old friends” Lula told Sakura, turning to look back at the logs but realising, actually, the scene was no more than a few fallen logs on a hillside.
“It is cute here”
“Heh, yeah I suppose. Out of the way though” Lula chuckled, looking back out to the open fields and noticing Rosie awkwardly shuffling her way back to the logs.
“What are we going to do then?” Sakura asked, pulling her skirt to her legs and resting down onto the log. Rosie was facing the opposite way with her hand up the bottom of her dress, pulling at the damp material of her underwear. She whipped her hand out and wiped her fingers through the material of the dress.
“Are you okay, Rosie?” Sakura asked.
“Yeah fine” she snapped back. Sakura looked concerned; peering at the bottom of Rosie’s dress then back up to her face.
“What?” Rosie snapped again.
“I think you are uncomfortable around me” Sakura admitted, “I think because the last time we were in the woods…”
“Well what about you? You said you did… that… on the chat, hmm?” Rosie asked antagonistically. Lula was keeping quiet with raised eyebrows, switching her gaze between Rosie and Sakura.
Sakura lowered her head almost shamefully before looking back up and admiring the view. Her legs were together and her hands softly holding one another on her lap.
“Yes” Sakura replied quietly.
“When we move here. Me. My family. It was a long car journey. I really need to pee after we leave because I did not pee before we left. I was in so much pain. My little sister found it very funny. I told my parents we needed to stop but not that I was needing to pee as they would be angry that I did not go before we left. About twenty minutes from stopping I could not hold it and…” Sakura stopped as if she had a lump in her throat. She took a deep breath. “… And I started to pee. I could not stop. I also started to cry. I pretend to be asleep so my sister could not see my tears. I had to keep holding and going pee a bit at a time but could not hold at all”
“What were you wearing?” Rosie interrupted.
“Dark blue pants. Comfy pants… jogs… joggers? Thick. Soft” Sakura tried to explain. “My ass was soaked and the so was the seat. I have never been so embarrassed. When we stop I could not leave the car or everyone would see so I pretend to be tired and ask Mama to buy me a drink to pretend I am thirsty. I wait on my own in the car but there was no way I could change. It was so wet and was getting cold”
“What did you do?” Lula asked. Both her and Rosie were sitting now and leaning forwards engrossed in the story.
~ Sakura’s parents and little sister returned to the car. Her sister hurriedly pulled the door open and leapt inside. She was cradling a McDonald’s Happy Meal in her arms and fries dangling from her mouth. The recognisable smell of grease filled Sakura’s nostrils.
“Here” offered Sakura’s Mum, handing her a bottle of Fanta Fruit Twist as she closed the passenger side door. Sakura couldn’t resist. It was her favourite. She leaned forwards, trying not to move the position of the hoodie covering her crotch, and took the bottle. She could feel the thick, wet material of her joggers stick to her backside as she moved. Sakura had lifted the waistband of the joggers when she was alone and noticed the front of her crotch was relatively dry. Her magenta knickers obviously darker starting from her peehole and between her legs. The outside of the joggers were only stained from between her legs. Every time she shifted her weight, even slightly, on the seat she could feel a few droplets of pee leak from where her joggers had absorbed a lot of it. Luckily however, she was often well hydrated and there was little to no smell. Well, either that or she had already gotten used to it.
After chugging most of her favourite drinks she secured it in the pouch behind her Mum’s seat. They were on the road again. Her sister was quietly munching away whilst watching some cartoon on the iPad. Sakura had no interest in her little sister’s cartoons. Knowing there was absolutely nothing she could do about her situation, she placed her Air Pods in her ears and opened TikTok. After about ten minutes of scrolling she could feel her eyes get heavy. She had started listening to the same video more than once. Despite her discomfort she was starting to doze off. She switched to Spotify and started a playlist of ambient music.
Sakura scrunched her eyes and lifted her backside slightly. She snapped her eyes open and took a sharp intake of breath. She forced herself not to flinch or sit bolt up right. She squeezed her pillow tight. Her thighs and backside were cold and soggy. She remembered what had happened earlier. She squeezed her thighs together and felt the damp material press against her skin. She felt her eyes well up again and her heart rate increased.
There was a slight patter of rain against the car windows. Sakura noticed the car wasn’t moving. She raised her upper body slightly, enough to see out of the windscreen. Traffic. A lot of traffic. The overhead signs on the motorway were flashing orange. She couldn’t make out what they were saying. She shifted her backside again. She could feel the need to pee. She was not in any pain but knew the need was there.
Sakura shuffled her backside some more, trying to alleviate the need to pee. She huffed. She wasn’t totally desperate but knew if she relaxed it would eventually come out. Why did that flavour drink have to be so nice?
The traffic was still almost at a standstill. The family car had moved no further than fifty meters in the last fifteen to twenty minutes. Sakura’s Dad was getting quietly stressed. She could tell by his finger tapping on the wheel and his gentle coughing and grunting he would do instead of swearing. She also started to consider her options. If she asked to stop again would her Dad do so? Probably not. He’s only get annoyed and she then realised her joggers were wet so she wouldn’t want to leave the car. She checked her map app. They were still at least an hour away and that was assuming the road was clear. Could she wait until they got to the new house? Maybe. Well, only if they could get there within the hour. Sakura could feel her eyes fill again. Maybe it was inevitable? Maybe this was supposed to be an awful and soggy trip right from the word go. There was no way they’d be getting to the new house in the next hour. No, she wasn’t totally desperate but the need was there. Could she just…?
Sakura gave in. She’d made her mind up. She knew there was no alternative. She had already done it once so what difference would it make? She knew the only difference would be that the first time was an accident. This time was not. She breathed quicker for a few breaths then forced herself to slow down. With her eyes closed and her thighs slightly apart, Sakura stopped tensing her crotch and felt her bladder twitch. It was as if a newly formed bruise was moving around inside of her. She could feel something happening. Her natural response was to hold again. So she did. It seemed to much more scary and unnatural to do on purpose; almost as if she’d been taught her whole life not to. Who’d have thought it? She untensed again and moved her thighs apart once more. The pee was right there ready to come out. Sakura pushed slightly. A warm dribble of pee shot into her damp knickers. A trickle of warmth tickled the skin leading down to her butt. That was it. That was enough. She relaxed again and started to wet herself again. This flow was less intense but more of a steady leak. The wet material began to resoak but didn’t seem to make much of a difference. She could feel the warmth pool at her backside before soaking into the seat below once more. The sensation tingled at her womanhood as she felt her vagina pulse. This is so wrong. This is so dirty. This is so disgusting. Yet… the relief was sensational. She could literally feel her bladder empty.
The tears stopped as Sakura eased into the wetting. She hated to think that she was getting used to this already, but the fear had disappeared. She knew she’d have to explain herself once they got to the new house. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to maybe just get away with it. Screw it. She smiled slightly and let the pee finish. She sat completely still for several minutes after just to make sure no one had noticed. Of course they hadn’t. Sakura finally reached forwards and finished the rest of her drink. She found it ironic she was drinking again already. She didn’t intend to wet again but what would it matter if she did? She gently tensed each butt cheek and moved around on the saturated seat. Was she enjoying it too much? She hated the idea of that. Surely everyone has an accident once in a while? Everyone…? Some people…? Hmm. No one…? Just her? She stopped moving around on the wet seat. She felt shameful. All the sensations stopped. She could fell her face burn from blushing. She was embarrassed of herself. This would have to be a secret. Hopefully no one would ever find out. ~
“Sorry that happened” Lula eventually said after a few seconds of silence. Sakura seemed genuinely upset.
“Sounds shitty” Rosie admitted, “how did your parents react when you got home?”
“It didn’t feel like home straight away” Sakura sniffed, “but no they were not happy. Papa ignored me for a while and thought I was a child but Mama helped me clean up”
Lula bounced over the log to Sakura and put an arm round her.
“It’s okay” she comforted her.
“Thank you” Sakura wiped her face, “but that is why when I saw… you… in the woods… I don’t feel as stupid?”
“What do you mean?” Rosie piped up.
“I wasn’t as embarrassed. I never thought I would see someone else have the same accident. I was almost... happy? Not that it happen to you but that I see it happen to someone else. I sound horrible for saying that”
“I… we understand” said Lula, shaking Sakura’s shoulder. Rosie scrunched her face and shook her head before submitting to a heartfelt nod.
Lula and Rosie shared a gaze for a second. Is she… should we… No. We can’t tell her about… us… what we like. We can’t. Not NOW anyway. Not this soon. Is Rosie about to say something? Should I? Do we just pretend the woods was an accident? Do we let Sakura think she’s weird? Do we let her feel like it’s only her? She might not even like it and we weird her out? Could we trust her with out secret? Damnnn.
Rosie shook her head slowly as if to tell Lula ‘no’. Lula shook her head also as if to agree. They both knew neither looked convincing though. Lula looked down at the mostly dried pee spot on the mud and log Rosie had made earlier. Rosie shook her head and mouthed ‘no’, ‘no’, ‘fuck off’, ‘no’.
Sakura raised her head somewhat confidently.
“What’s that way?” she asked. Both Lula and Rosie were confused at the sudden change of mood.
“Umm… fields?” Lula answered, looking beyond the edge of the hill.
“You’ve never been?” Sakura asked again.
“We’ve never really… no?”
“Can we go?”
Lula and Rosie glared at each other again. Rosie shrugged.
“I don’t know if it’s fenced o…” Lula was cut off.
“Fuck it” Rosie exclaimed, picking up her bag and flapping at her dress, “let’s go!”
Sakura bolted up and grinned, also patting down her skirt. Lula’s arm stuck in place for a while, comforting nothing, as Sakura jumped from the log. Lula clenched her fist, raised her forearm, and slowly brought her arm back in. She mouthed ‘fine then’ before picking up her bag and standing too.
“We might not get to do this again soon” Sakura claimed as the girls made their way to the edge of the hill again. There was a steeper drop in front of them. Lula suddenly realised how strange it was no one had ever fallen and hurt themselves while drunk.
“There?” Sakura pointed towards one of the bordering fields full of some tall crop.
“What about it?” Rosie asked.
“I’ve want to go” Sakura announced playfully.
“You seemed to have cheered up” Rosie admitted.
“I want to be happy, not sad” Sakura admitted, “I had never pee in my pants before but I did. I also have never played hide and seek in a field so can we do that?”
Lula and Rosie shared a gaze once again. Rosie giggled slightly.
“Hehe, sure” Rosie agreed, enjoying Sakura’s new spirit.
“I thought we were just gonna… eat food and chill?” Lula said concerned.
“It will be fun” Sakura said confidently as she began to make her way down the hill.
“Where’s this come from?” Lula asked Rosie.
“No idea. But she’s right… fuck it” Rosie replied before following Sakura. Lula sighed, still concerned. She could feel some anxiety bubbling about possibly trespassing in someone’s field. She really didn’t want to.
Am I really this boring? Just go? Stop being careful for once. She’s right. If we’re locking down then this could be the last time to be outside like this. Yeah… fuck it…? Stop being so careful for once?
Lula wiped her face with both hands and took a deep breath. She took a step forwards and also began to carefully make her way down the hill.
The girls regrouped, hardly out of breath, at the bottom of the hill by the fence. Sakura wobbled the wood before climbing onto the first plank. It held her weight. She smiled. As she raised her legs to mount the top plank and drop into the field, Lula caught a quick glimpse of her black underwear. She immediately looked away out of respect.
“You made it then?” Rosie joked.
“I don’t want to… but as you said… fuck it…” Lula replied hesitantly.
“Ayyyyyyyy” Rosie laughed before mounting the fence herself. She was more careful not to expose her underwear; possibly as she knew it was damp.
“Lula!”
Lula, sat on the top plank, carefully climbing over the fence, looked over to Sakura.
“You find us!” Sakura exclaimed before tugging at Rosie’s hand and disappearing into the dense crops. Rosie laughed and disappeared as well. The sound of rustling leaves and footsteps soon lessened and Lula was suddenly alone on top of the fence. Her heart began to pound.
What. Why? How big is the field even? What if I don’t find them? Am I just being too careful? What fi there’s a farmer? What if he… has a gun? Are they together? I can’t even shout as someone will know we’re here. This is so fucking stupid. I could just leave them? NO. I have to find them now. Uggghh.
Lula carefully stepped back onto the ground and faced the tall green crop that overwhelmed her in height. Each plant was easily just under two meters and you could only see a few meters ahead before the leaves blocked your view. There was a slight path where Sakura and Rosie had ran so Lula planned to follow the route. Hesitantly, and not very confidently, Lula brushed aside the plants and stepped into the unknown.
Two Flowers and a Thorn (Teaser)
Lula’s heart hammered against her chest as she ran. Leaves and thick stem splintered into her face as she frantically sprinted through the crops. She could feel her hair pulling and getting caught in the debris as she ran.
She drove her right foot into the ground and darted left. She spluttered as she caught her breath and spat out bits of plant. There was still deep voiced, maniacal shouting somewhere behind her. She wanted to cry but adrenaline was pumping through every ounce of her body. She darted left again and zig-zagged for a while before collapsing to the floor. She was panting and breathing heavily. Sweat was dripping from her forehead into the mud below. As she caught her breath she could feel the mud dampen the knees of her jeans. She didn’t dare think about the state of her Vans. She moaned in agony as she saw her blue jumper had been torn. She was trying her hardest not to cough or make too much noise.
Her heartbeat was loud and echoed in her ears. Her senses were on high alert. She whipped her head up from the ground and listened, mouth slightly open. Every twig, every rustle, every gust of wind caused Lula to flinch and snap her eyes in that direction. Sweat began pouring into her eyes.
Other than the sound of Lula catching her breath, it was silent.
*BCHOOM*
Lula jumped. Her heart skipped a beat. She whimpered. Birds flapped and rose out of the nearby crops. She could just make out two high pitched screams.
“…no…”
Without thinking. Without hesitation. Without any second thought… Lula rose to her feet and sprinted full pelt in the direction of the screams. |
Two Flowers and a Thorn
Quiet. Besides the rustling of leaves and plants swaying in the draft, it was quiet.
Lula had expected to see, or at least certainly hear, Rosie and Sakura somewhere amongst the crops. She was horribly mistaken. She took a few more steps forward then turned. The fence was just visible behind a few meters worth of dense greenery. She inhaled deeply. She became nervous.
It’s fine. It’s fine. I’ll hear them soon. Or they’ll be hiding like Rosie did in the woods. Fuck. I hope they don’t. They wouldn’t run around surely? They know I’d see them. Fuck, they’re definitely hiding. Probably nearby? Hopefully nearby? Please be nearby.
Worried she’d lose her bearings, Lula took one last look at where the fence had been behind her and tried to walk in a straight line. She thought that if she got too scared she could just turn around and walk straight again. It was a big enough looking field from the top of the hill. Now she was in it… well.
Lula winced as each leaf brushed against her face. Her fingers twitched with each sensation. Her shoes sunk slightly as she stepped gently over the mud. It was soft beneath her feet but wet in some places too. Strangely, she thought she could smell vegetables. Fresh carrots, potatoes, and green beans specifically. The breeze was coming straight at her, dispersed slightly by the towering plants. If she raised her arms straight up, her hands would probably just peak above height of them. Lula stopped. She attempted to wail but all she could muster was a breathless whimper. She snorted for breath whilst trying not to be too loud. She could feel the blood drain from her face. She scurried backwards and squatted. Her eyes dampened.
When she eventually looked back up she realised it hadn’t even moved. She’d been lucky.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking… fucking fuck. That’s… FUCK.
The thickest, blackest spider she’d ever seen was just chilling on it’s web, right in her path. Lula felt her legs gave way and she fell from her squat into the mud. She took a while to regain her breath.
One more step and… fuck. Fuck. No.
Lula tilted her head backwards and stared straight up. The overcast sky was visible through the tops of the plants. She could make out the clouds moving. Despite the massive fucking spider, she thought, this was a nice spot to just stop and think. As she began to calm however, she could feel the dampness of the mud beneath her start to press against her backside. Lula scrunched her nose and jumped up. She felt the back of her jeans only to realise they were now gritty and muddy. She sighed.
At least they’re black. Probably looks like I… huh. Ha. Funny. Ironic. I mean….
Lula stared at the spider as she slowly stood back up.
Here? I could… Rosie did up there… What no. Don’t be fucking stupid. Why would you even… THINK… of doing that now. It’s obviously a wet mark from sitting on the ground you dumb bitch don’t fucking piss now. Christ.
Lula shook the idea from her head before carefully making her way around the spider’s web. She paused again. She brought her left hand to her backside again and wiped away from of the dirt still stuck to her. She then touched the front of her jeans. The thought, however short, of wetting there and then had sparked a mood. She gently caressed at the denim between her legs before tensing her crotch and pulling away.
NoooOOooOOooooOo. Fuckoff. Not now.
~
“She is taking a long time”
“Shht. Well. Yeah she is”
“Should we go back?”
“No. No. She’ll come. It’s a big field remember”
“Yes. I suppose”
“This was your idea”
“Yes”
“Then what’s your problem?”
“I don’t know if you like me”
Rosie paused.
“W… why do you think that?” she asked, lowering her eyebrows and looking at Sakura.
“I don’t know you seem, like, angry with me? Maybe because I see you…”
“It’s okay” admitted Rosie, “I did… what you saw… I did… you did” she admitted again.
“It’s okay” Sakura encouraged.
“I didn’t think I could trust you before so yeah I probably was a bitch. Sorry”
“You are not. You both are not. I like you two. And I had accident as well so we are not that different” Sakura giggled. Rosie awkwardly joined in.
“This is exciting but I sort of need to go now”
“What?”
“Yes now” Sakura giggled again, “this is secret here but you are here too”
“I… don’t mind… if you need to go…?” Rosie stumbled over her words. She felt as if Sakura was getting very comfortable very quickly.
“I might… what would you do?” Sakura asked.
“What?”
“Like now. If you needed to go what would you do?”
Rosie stared at her blankly. She wondered if she should admit what she did before.
“I dunno. Depends whose… what I’m… if it’s easier to… what do you want me to say?”
“Well I wondered if it was a problem for you? Peeing? Because you seem angry again? That’s why I asked”
Rosie tightly squeezed the thick stem she was holding and tensed her lips.
“Maybe because you keep fucking asking me about it”
“Sorry” Sakura whimpered, looking back into the dense crop. Rosie sighed.
“Uhhh. Sorry. Look… Yes. Okay? I do… have a… problem. With… that” she begrudgingly admitted, scrunching her nose and looking away.
“Oh… y”
“HEY!”
They both froze. Rosie sharply held her breath. Silence.
Sakura quickly moved her right hand to grab the same thick stem as Rosie. Rosie felt it wobble but also Sakura’s hand grab beneath her pinky.
“I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE!”
Sakura let out a quiet welp. Rosie moved her hand down the stem to cover Sakura’s.
“Shhhh” Rosie encouraged. Sakura slapped her free hand against her mouth. Silence again.
“WHERE ARE YOU!?”
Sakura’s face turned white and tears filled her eyes. Rosie leaned forwards and felt her bare knees press into the damp mud below.
“Shhh. Shhshhhshht” she said panicked, grabbing Sakura’s shoulder. Her head was bolt upright, scanning for movement. A few seconds passed before the silence was broken once again. Rosie’s gaze was broken as she peered down. As Sakura squatted in front of Rosie, and her skirt risen up by her knees, she could not only hear but see the stream of pee soak and fall from Sakura’s pastel yellow knickers.
~
What the fuck was that?
Lula’s whole body jumped and froze as she heard the voice in the distance. She could feel her heart rate begin to increase again. Her vision jumped from plant to plant and gap to gap between the stems. Nothing.
Who the fuck…?
“I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE!”
She jumped again.
There? Over there? No. Gahhh.
It was hard to tell where the shouting was coming from. Was it at her? The others? None of them?
“WHERE ARE YOU!?”
Definitely in front somewhere. Fuck. I hope they haven’t…
Lula’s chest seemed to implode as she heard the rustling of leaves and heavy footsteps behind her. She spun around and could make out a figure emerging.
“Hey who are you?” the figure asked sternly. Lula shrieked and attempted to run but her legs wouldn’t move. She shifted her weight away from the figure in an attempt to run but instead just fell to the ground.
“I see you! What’re you doing here!?”
A bearded man angrily pushed aside some leaves as he stepped closer to Lula. Her fight or flight set in as she frantically pushed at the mud beneath her to scramble away.
“Hey!”
She kicked at the mud and pushed herself up.
“ROSIE!” she yelled as she began to run. She had no idea which way she was going but it was away from the man.
“AAAGH ROSIE!” she yelled again.
She’s not… fffhuh fffhuh… replying is she… fffhuh fffhuh… caught? No? Hiding? Fffhuh fffhuh fuck fuck fuck.
Lula’s heart hammered against her chest as she ran. Leaves and thick stem splintered into her face as she frantically sprinted through the crops. She could feel her hair pulling and getting caught in the debris as she ran.
She drove her right foot into the ground and darted left. She spluttered as she caught her breath and spat out bits of plant. There was still deep voiced, maniacal shouting somewhere behind her. She wanted to cry but adrenaline was pumping through every ounce of her body. She darted left again and zig-zagged for a while before collapsing to the floor. She was panting and breathing heavily. Sweat was dripping from her forehead into the mud below. As she caught her breath she could feel the mud dampen the knees of her jeans. She didn’t dare think about the state of her Vans. She moaned in agony as she saw her blue jumper had been torn. She was trying her hardest not to cough or make too much noise.
Her heartbeat was loud and echoed in her ears. Her senses were on high alert. She whipped her head up from the ground and listened, mouth slightly open. Every twig, every rustle, every gust of wind caused Lula to flinch and snap her gaze in that direction. Sweat began pouring into her eyes.
Other than the sound of Lula catching her breath, it was silent.
*BCHOOM*
Lula jumped. Her heart skipped a beat. She whimpered. Birds flapped and rose out of the nearby crops. She could just make out two high pitched screams.
“…no…”
Without thinking. Without hesitation. Without any second thought… Lula rose to her feet and sprinted full pelt in the direction of the screams.
~
Rosie and Sakura both screamed. Shards and splinters of plant, stem, and leaf rained down above them. Rosie instinctively leaped over Sakura. Her weight forced Sakura into the mud. As Sakura fell back, she felt her skirt dip into the soaking mud beneath her; only to be followed by her backside squelching into her own puddle. She whimpered.
Rosie could hear the flapping of birds as they flew out and rose above them.
“Come on we need to go” she encouraged Sakura.
“I… I…”
“Now!” Rosie ordered, lifting Sakura up out of the mud.
She could feel the heartbeat in her chest thump like seconds on a clock.
“I HEAR YOU!” yelled the voice again. Rosie yanked at Sakura’s hand and pulled her to her feet. Sakura felt the back of her skirt sag and then stick to her legs. Droplets made their way down the back of her calves. She started crying.
Rosie was adamant she had heard Lula’s voice somewhere in the distance. With Sakura on her feet, and a firm grip on her hand, Rosie took a few deep breaths before forcing her way through the leaves on her left. Rosie’s pull forced Sakura to fall into the plants and start running too.
~
*BCHOOM*
It would louder this time. Lula felt the blast like a shockwave pulse through her ears. Her whole body shivered as she let out another whine.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Lula drove her feet into the mud. She grabbed the nearest stems and leaned forwards holding her weight. Her breathing was heavy but fast. She was totally out of breath.
I… I ca… I can’t. fffhuh ffffhuh fffhuh fffhuh. Fuck. I need to… fffhuh fffhuh fffhuh fffhuh. Uggggh.
Lula could feel her vision pulse as the adrenaline ran through her. She was battered, cut, and bruised. Her jumper has been torn and her jeans were covered in mud. She could feel bits of plant knotted in her hair. She sniffed hard and spluttered as she caught her breath.
What am I… I hope they’re… Fucking stupid… I can’t… They’re fucking… shooting….at us…
Lula let go of the plants and faced the floor. She rested her hands on her knees and spat into the ground. She huffed and let snot fall from her nose.
I can’t keep running. I can’t… I have to go back… I can’t go back.
Lula snapped her head up as a frantic rustling suddenly became louder in front of her. Panting got louder. Squelching of mud.
“Luu… Lula!” Rosie spluttered as she ran into Lula, letting go of Sakura’s hand and embracing her best friend. Both the girls were out of breath. The shock of Rosie’s sudden appearance caused Lula to tear up.
“Oh my god” Lula wailed as she hugged Rosie. They started to chuckle as they cried.
“What the fuck are we doing?” Lula asked, pulling away from Rosie and seeing she was in as bad a state as herself. Rosie didn’t respond. She shook her head, eyes red and squinting, sniffing. She extended her arm and grabbed Sakura again, pulling her into a group hug. Lula reached out and grabbed Sakura too. The three of them collapsed to the floor, crying and laughing in disbelief.
The seconds they had been reunited felt like forever. Lula hadn’t noticed a rain had started to pick up. The constant, heavy, patter of droplets could be heard on the leaves above them. They had all been sweating so much they hadn’t even realised.
“AHA!” yelled a nearby voice. All three girls raised their heads. A large figure made their way towards them. A large man in a dirty, maroon shirt and muddy, light blue jeans stepped out from between the plants in front of them. His hands and thick, peeling fingers grasped a long wooden shotgun. He was breathing heavily and rain was dripping down his wrinkled but greasy looking face.
“What the fuck… are you girls doing here?” he asked sternly.
“WHY the fuck are you shooting us!?” Rosie screamed, still curled up on the floor.
“You’re in my field you little shit” he growled.
Sakura whined as she turned around. The bearded man who had been following Lula emerged behind them.
“Oy think we have you girls surrounded we do” he chuckled.
“We’ll go!” Lula shouted, trying to stand up, “Let us go!”
The man with the shotgun laughed.
“I’ve shot people before” he said confidently. Lula felt a wave of pins and needles fall from her head to her toes. Her hands began to shake.
“Let us go!” she demanded, one knee leaning in the mud as she stood up.
There were a few seconds of silence. The rain kept falling, dripping onto everyone’s faces. The fat man raised the shotgun. The barrel was pointing directly at Lula. He growled and chuckled to himself. She could feel the torn material of her jumper get heavy with rain. Her breathing got shallow as she felt her face go cold. She clenched her fists but seemed to have no energy. Her hands were shaking violently. She felt a hand grab at her ankle but quickly let go. Her legs started to get warm. The man with the gun peered downwards and scoffed. Lula scrunched her face and tried to look tough. She was semi-aware of what was happening but genuinely had no control. She was petrified. Other than her jeans getting warmer, she could only feel the dribble of her pee as it escaped into her socks and shoes. She was already so physically worn out, this was the least of her worries.
The man lowered the shotgun and burst into a bellowing laughter. The bearded man behind the girls started a wheezy chuckle.
“She’s fucking pissing her pants she is” laughed the bearded man.
“Ohhhh shit. Fucking dirty bitch” howled the fat man. Lula could finally feel herself starting to cry. She was so pumped with fear that the pee was doing nothing for her. This was the first time she had ever peed out of fear. It seemed to last for ages. Not only did she have no control over the situation, but she now had none over herself. Her fear now turned into embarrassment. She felt the fierce look on her face drop. She felt worthless and broken. There was no point in stopping it. She let the pee continue into her muddy jeans.
“Get out. Of my. Field” ordered the fat man, “If I ever see you fucking kids again I’ll kill ya. Now fuck off pissy pants” he chuckled.
“Haa haa pissy pants” wheezed the bearded man.
The fat man rose the shotgun again and pointed it to the sky. With his free hand he held Lula’s cheeks between his thumb and fingers. His hand was rough and heavy. Lula flinched and raised her hands to grab his arm but he was too strong.
“Hey!” Rosie shouted as she stood up.
Lula struggled as she tried to escape the man’s grip. He forcibly squeezed her cheeks and shook her head. His smile was menacing. His eyes were piercing. In her panic, Lula was using all her energy fighting off his grip. She felt the last few streams escape into her saturated underwear as she struggled.
“Hmph” he muttered before letting go, pushing Lula’s face away. Her cheeks ached from where his fingers had gripped her. The bearded man pushed past Rosie and Sakura, who had both now shakily stood up. Sakura felt her skirt flick up as he lifted the material and let go. She wanted to react but was too scared. She went to yell but couldn’t make a sound. The two men continued to laugh as they confidently forced their way through the plants.
Lula, Rosie, and Sakura just stood there in the ever-increasing rain. Their hair was sodden and full of plants. Their clothes getting soaked, torn, and muddy. Rosie felt her dress cling to her dirty, bare legs. Sakura could feel her damp underwear tight against her skin. Lula’s accident was visible though. Her jeans were a shade darker from the rain but the insides of her legs were a midnight blue. They all stared as the two men disappeared in front of them. |
A Leaky Lockdown
Thank you everyone for being patient. I’m sorry for being quiet for a while. Lots going on again. Thank you, again, for the support still. I reeaallyy appreciate the comments and feedback x3
Lula felt the weight of her duvet pull at her. She groaned as she lifted then placed her laptop beside her before taking a gulp of the drink beside her. Sighing, she shuffled back under her covers and replaced her laptop over her belly and thighs.
Pressing tightly against her ears, Lula reassured herself that both Airpods were still in place. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pulling at the toggles of her hoodie causing it to tighten around her face. Gently brushing over the keys she tapped the space bar. World In Flames by In This Moment began to play. She took another deep breath. She rested her hands on her chest and tightened her grip over the duvet.
The lockdown was starting to take it toll. Despite only having a small circle of close friends and not being the most sociable person in the world, being stuck at home was never as fun as she thought it would be. Sure, she messaged Rosie and Sakura every day; but she was struggling. She hadn’t yet admitted to anyone, but she was.
*And all I can see, Are these flames around me*
It had been five months since the first day of the lockdown… and the incident in the field. Five months of her bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room. She sometimes went out food shopping with her parents but easily became anxious with all the precautions in place. She realised she’d rather be anxious at home instead of anxious whilst out.
*And all I can think, Is I’m here alone*
Even her birthday had passed albeit uneventful. That upset her. She had received a doorstep conversation and air hug from Rosie, which made them both cry, and a thoughtful message from Sakura about appreciating their friendship. Now, at 16, she thought she’d be doing more and experiencing more. She didn’t know what, but thought life would be happening. She thought this year would have been exciting. As well as the newfound anxiousness, Lula realised she’d grown a stubborn temper and became frustrated at most things. Especially all the Zoom lessons.
*Please find me and save me*
*Bloopb*
Rosie: “You joining?”
Lula sighed and opened her eyes, lifting the top of the hood to her forehead.
Lula: “Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
Rosie: “Agreed”
Lula: “If you insist”
Rosie: “I do”
Lula clicked off Spotify and switched to the Zoom call for her morning lesson. She opened Word as the call began to load. She winced slightly as the screen glowed up white with the empty page.
Rosie: “You keeping your hood up or…”
“Shit” Lula muttered, loosening the hood and pulling it off her head before running her fingers through her hair. She hated being on camera. Utterly despised it. She was constantly aware she was at home, he safe space, and tried not to show too much of this space to people she didn’t really know or like. This is why she always took the calls either laying or sat on her bed. She felt the whole process was too intrusive.
Fuck, I haven’t even done any make up or even had a shower. They’ll notice. They’ll definitely notice. Ugh.
Luckily, everyone was automatically muted as they joined each call. Only the teacher would speak to greet each student as they joined. The greeting would always be followed by an awkward wave and a forced smile. Everyone was free to turn their cameras off but eery teacher would immediately question the reason why, They all believed no camera meant no work. Not that they could easily prove the amount of notes being taken. Lula would rather lay down with her camera off and just listen to each ‘lesson’ with her eyes closed. Turns out not doing much was becoming exhausting.
Of course, Sakura was sat at her dining room table. She looked immaculate and clean. Even over a camera she seemed to exude delicacy and innocence. You could tell her screen was set up in such a way that there was space for a notebook in front of her. Rosie on the other hand, similar to Lula, was in her bed. Unlike Lula however, she was sat up and actually looked like she’d been up for a while and had at least showered.
Rosie: “You look like shit :)”
Lula: “You smell like shit”
Rosie: “Harsh”
Rosie: “Piss maybe… not shit”
Lula: “Har har”
Rosie: “Doing anything today?”
Lula: “This lesson”
Rosie: “No fucking way dipshit. You know what I mean”
Lula: “Probably not”
This was a lie.
Rosie: “Boring”
Lula: “Don’t have to do something everyday”
Rosie: “You literally have the house to yourself for most of the day you can do what you want”
Lula: “So?”
Rosie: “So you can get away with it!”
Lula: “Cba”
Rosie: “Boring. Tab back in switch to phones they can tell when the screen changes remember it shows on the brightness on our faces”
Lula: “Nerd”
Rosie: “Eat me”
Rosie was right. Both Lula’s parents were still going to work. This meant she had the house to herself from about 9am to 5pm at the earliest. Most days she used this time to indulge and wet at least once. She’d try something different each day: in the shower, over the toilet, on the tiled floor in the bathroom, curled up in the bath, behind the bushes in the garden, even a few times on the laminate kitchen floor. Only a few times had she prepared to imitate a bedwetting. Without any protection however, this always proved both difficult and daring. It also proved the most preparation as she’d use a load of towels then have to wash and try and dry them before anyone got home so not to arouse suspicion. Today was one of those days. She hadn’t faked a bedwetting for a few weeks and was feeling the urge to go where she lay. She had already prepared by folding four towels beneath her. This had worked previously, just. Last time she did this she had been careless and moved around too much. She ended up laying on her side which caused her to wet her sheets and mattress beneath slightly. As well as washing the towels, she panicked the whole day trying to dry the melon sized wet patch that had soaked the side of her bed. She believed this time though if she stayed on her back it’d pool around her butt instead of spreading too far. Despite being all set up, she had no intention to ‘do it’ until after the lesson. She was going to use the lesson to hold then attempt to nap and let it happen straight away afterwards. It was only 10am so she had more than enough time to clean up but also enjoy it for a while. However, she was already on her third drink of the morning. She could feel the urge building. Not badly, but enough to know you need to pee. She tensed her crotch and focussed again on the teacher’s presentation.
Rosie: “Well I would”
Lula: “Would what?”
Rosie: “If I had as much time alone as you do”
Lula: “You do… anyway?”
Rosie: “Yeah but more lol”
Lula: “Freak”
Rosie; “You and me both”
Lula: “Shut up”
Rosie: “Seriously though. Lockdown’s making me restless. Gotta release you know”
Rosie: “First thing I did when I woke up this morning. Then again in the shower in the same shorts ;)”
Lula: “You have your sheets though I don’t”
Rosie: “True”
Lula: “And you can get away with just doing it”
Rosie: “Also true even though my Mum keeps telling me I should try not to”
Rosie: “Here look”
Lula saw the picture appear that Rosie had taken earlier that morning. It showed her sat on her soaked bedsheet, looking down to her half crossed legs sat in her puddle. Lula pinched the screen and saw the glow of the creases in the material. She must have taken that literally straight away.
Lula: “Why you taking pictures now?”
Rosie: “Dunno. To show you lol”
Lula: “Why though”
Rosie: “Why not lol”
Lula was trying to act unphased at the picture but it only made her want to wet more. She had finally come to the conclusion she enjoyed the feeling wetting somewhere ‘real’. Like her bed for example. Somewhere natural, comfortable, and normal. Letting it go and not having had to go somewhere hidden to do it. She began to tense her calves and squeeze her thighs together. She couldn’t shake her legs though as it would show on her camera. Damn, I hate cameras.
Half an hour had passed. Lula had written some half assed notes on Word and had used most of her focus messaging Rosie, who had spent most of the time trying to convince Lula to wet more; unaware she in fact was. As the lesson went on, the position of Lula’s laptop was starting to press against her waist and bladder. She wasn’t totally desperate but was feeling the urge to go.
I could just go. No one would know. No one. Fuck no. I’m in a lesson. They’ll know. How will they know? They can’t see that. They can only see my face. Will my face show it? Ooghhh. The bed’s protected, I hope. I could let some out? Do it. Or don’t. Not yet. The moment the lesson finishes. But I could…
The sudden idea of letting some out whilst on the lesson made her tingle. She wasn’t sure though if out of excitement or anxiousness. Either way the bloat was starting to ache. She pulled a hand from her keyboard and padded at the towels beneath her. They still hadn’t moved. She ran the hand over the smoothness of her leggings and towards her crotch. Immediately she pulled her hand away and focussed back on the screen.
DON’T. Not on camera! Fucking stupid.
She was starting to get that feeling. Almost as if her body knew she was edging the pee; as if when the body knows it’s close to a toilet and suddenly you need to go straight away. She groaned and murmured to herself, shuffling her backside against the towels but careful not to shift them out of position. She could feel her face redden as she knew the hold was starting to turn her on. She tried to compose herself by taking another swig of her drink.
Act natural. Drink. Distract. Act like you’re not doing… this.
Lula exhaled deeply as she sat back into position with the laptop still resting above her bladder. The bottom of the laptop was starting to feel warm which didn’t help. Her mind was completely away from the lesson now. The teacher’s voice was just background noise. They still had about ten minutes left. Lula was pressing her thighs together so she could feel the pressure in her crotch. She didn’t dare move her hands down there at the fear of her face giving away what was going on. The need to go was increasing though. She realised that, over the past few weeks certainly, that her ability to hold had weakened. Lula knew this may be a good enough excuse to stop torturing her bladder so much but right now that wasn’t even an option. She was going through with this regardless. Sooner rather than later though it was beginning to seem.
Having been laying on the towels for over an hour now, she could feel her back starting to get warm and somewhat sweaty where she lay.
Just a bit? Not long left just let a bit out.
So she did. Slowly. Nervously… Lula looked at her screen and tried to act as natural as possible. The problem is with acing naturally is that you rarely look like nothing’s happening. Her eyes darted over each person’s screen in the call to see what they were doing. She had no idea where she appeared on each person’s screen though. There was no way of telling if anyone was looking at her. She could feel her cheeks warm up again as she relaxed enough to let the pee get to the point of release.
She began to tap excessively on the plastic of her laptop. At the same time, she tried to slow her breathing so not to let her camera move up and down too much. She didn’t dare move the laptop not as she didn’t want to rise anyone seeing what she was doing nor the towels. Whatever was going to happen would happen with her laptop on top of her with her knees up under her cover. Just over five minutes left. The teacher was evidently rounding up and encouraging people to ask questions. Lula would shake her head every so often to look as if she was participating.
As Lula picked her moment, she frantically checked each person’s camera. She felt as if looking at each person was like avoiding eye contact from another. She had to force her lips not to grin as she jolted when the first warm dribble of pee escaped. She felt it spread across her skin and the material of her underwear. The leak spread over the top of her crotch and towards the waistband of her leggings. The warmth of the spread felt the same as her dampening back due to the heat of the towels. Her mouth opened slightly as she let out a gentle, audible moan. Panicked, she raised her hand to her mouth to hide the moan and pretended to scratch her chin. Luckily, each person was muted until they needed to speak. She tensed her crotch as hard as she could. This caused a tickling feeling to rush from her vagina to her chest. She let out a giggle which she forced into a cough, still fake scratching her chin.
About another minute passed. Lula spent the whole time composing herself. The warmth had turned to dampness that she could feel cling to her. That was only from one leak though.
Ugh. Fuck.
She had another look at each of the cameras and decided, semi certainly, that no one was looking at her. She tensed again. As the tickling feeling rushed up her body she relaxed and felt another wave spread across the dampened materials clinging to her crotch and backside. Her head instinctively arched backwards. She held tight and stopped the flow, closing her eyes and moving a hand to her hair to pretend she was stretching. With her head leaning backwards, she took a few deep breaths. Her mouth was wide open.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
She forced her moans into a pretend yawn before rubbing the hand down her face and looking back towards the screen.
“Well, Lula?”
Lula flinched as her heart instantly pounded in her chest.
“What?!” she asked hurriedly.
“Am I keeping you awake?” asked the teacher jokingly. She hadn’t prepared herself for any talking. How long had the teacher turned her mic on for?
Fucking fuck.
“W…What I…I” she stammered with nervousness. She could feel herself throbbing. She didn’t need to be talking to anyone right now. Certainly not the teacher with everyone now fixed on her screen.
“I… yes, Sir” she joked, letting out an awkward chuckle. The teacher scrunched his face and nodded.
“That’s fair, Lula. That’s fair. I know we’re all getting tired of this now” he agreed comically.
“No offense, Sir” she carried on, still trying to act natural even though she could feel a full wave of pee trying to force its way out of her. Her face war burning too which didn’t help. Nor did the erratic breathing.
“None taken. My advice though, don’t make it so obvious we’re boring you, okay?”
Lula let out a nervous laugh and purposefully muted herself again. She immediately allowed herself to breath heavily again. She could feel her chest raise at least an inch with each breath.
Now wincing, Lula was feeling the pain. She knew that the moment she relaxed it would come. She squeezed her thighs together even tighter and continued to tense her crotch. She gently shifted her backside against the towels. She could feel the dampness of her last leak against her knickers on each cheek. It had already spread more than she thought. The teacher shared his screen one more time.
Fuck sake, really? Come on!
As he showed the homework he had set a week ago, and the work he was setting now, Lula quickly realised that everyone could only see his screen. She instantly exhaled and let go. The jet of pee shot from within her and saturated her knickers and the crotch of her leggings. She felt the pressure push against the materials and leak straight down between her butt cheeks. The puddle forming beneath her was warm but being conveniently absorbed into the towels. Lula knew hew face wouldn’t and couldn’t hide any expressions. She pulled at the toggles again and tightened the hoodie over her face. With the teacher’s voice still droning in her ears, she closed her eyes and continued to wet the bed. As she controlled her heavy breathing she felt a slight increase in pressure as she breathed out which caused slightly more pee to release. She lowered her legs slightly causing her camera to now only show the face, wall, and ceiling behind her. This allowed the bottom of her thighs to soak against the towels.
“So, any questions?”
Stunned silence. Lula snapped her eyes open”
“I see how it is” the teacher laughed, “See you all next time then”
As each student began their awkward waves goodbye, some, including Lula, went straight for the button to leave the call. She frantically tapped at the button and heard the *bloop* of her leaving the call. She folded her laptop and placed it beside her. She suddenly let out a loud moan. Her back arched as she flattened her legs to the bed. With her thighs together, she felt the pee pool between her legs and trickle between them towards her knees. She quickly opened up and felt the pee spread and soak the inner thighs of her leggings.
With most of the pee now in the towels beneath her, Lula felt around for the hairbrush she’d tactically left near her earlier. She grabbed it and placed the hard, plastic handle against her leggings. She pushed and forced out a quick burst of pee. She forced the handle towards her, between her labia and towards her clitoris. She felt the pee spread either side of the handle and against her hand. She moaned again. Her throat went dry as it had been open for so long. All that was left was a small stream which leaked against her skin towards her butt. The sodden material of her knickers and leggings clung and released pee as she forced the handle against herself. She arched her back once more and with a final thrust of the hairbrush against her ladyhood she felt a euphoric rush implode from her crotch and scatter throughout her body. Pins and needles rushed within her and seemed to prick her skin from her belly to her toes and fingers. Her moans turned to single laughs as she calmed down and laid there breathing heavily.
Even though she had finished peeing, Lula felt a heavy pulsing from her crotch. She dropped the hairbrush between her legs, making sure for it to only fall onto the towels. She wiped her hands against the outside of her leggings where they were still dry. As she came down from the climax she opened her phone and shakily scrolled through Facebook. Full of excitement still, she was adamant she’d set an alarm before she started the lesson; as with every online lesson so far she’s take a quick nap because… why not?
Having brought her breathing to a normal rate, she clicked her phone off and closed her eyes. The pulsing had softened and the pins and needles had subsided. She loved how it felt but hated that it was the only way to make her feel great throughout the lockdown. She prepared herself for what was to come. After every high is a low and she knew the low would return. To avoid the transition in feeling, and to commit to her post lesson naps, she reopened her phone, switched on Spotify, and set her playlist off again. The upbeat into to If You’re Too Shy by The 1975 beat against her ears as she closed her eyes.
*I see her online all the time, I’m trying not to stare down there…*
*…While she talks… tough time…* |
A Leaky Lockdown – Rosie
*As I open my eyes, Hold it, Focus, Hoping*
Rosie locked her phone opened her hand, letting it slide onto the bedsheet beside her. She stretched and exhaled. The warmth of her breath spread over her lips and chin as she pulled the duvet tighter to her face.
*I know you were way too bright for me, I’m hopeless, Broken*
Rosie instinctively smiled as Harry Styles’ voice gently woke her up. She could feel the slight hum of her phone vibrate over her sheet as she hugged her pillow. She stretched again, pointing her feet and scrunching her toes. Her thighs and calves rubbed against one another as she adjusted her position. No matter how she moved though, she couldn’t lose the strain in her stomach.
*You’re so golden (da, da, da, da, dada), You’re so golden (da, da, da, da, dada), I’m out of my head, And I know you’re scared, Because hearts get broken*
Hmph. Golden. Heh.
Rosie stopped shuffling and stayed resting on her right side. Her right leg was folded up towards her backside and her left was stretched out. She hadn’t done this in a few days but knew exactly what the bloated strain was in her stomach. As always, she took a while to convince herself but had already made up her mind; even if her Mum was getting progressively more concerned with her accidents.
Because they are… accidents. As long as she still thinks that…
Rosie smiled to herself as she untensed her crotch and instantly felt the familiar hot wave spread over her inner thighs.
*But I can feel it take a hold (I can feel it take a hold), I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control)*
Rosie hardly moved as she continued to wet. Whilst she did most… well all… of her bed wettings on purpose, she preferred to let it all come naturally. If her accidents were to truly be ‘accidents’ then this is how they would happen; freely, naturally, and supposedly innocently. Even though she knew she was doing it on purpose, she believed if she felt like it was an accident then it was easier for her to convince both herself and her parents.
As she pulled the duvet over her left ear she could hear the heated pool form beneath her. The dampness spread outwards on the sheet slowly reaching her knees and chest. Still leaking, Rosie rolled around so her body was face down. She turned her head so not to smother her face in the pillow. She could feel the material of her t-shirt and shorts cling to her skin. They felt weighty and saturated. As she rested her crotch back onto the mattress she could feel the tepid puddle build up against her chest and belly.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmhauhhhhh.
Slowly, but deliberately, Rosie began to raise and lower her crotch into the wet patch beneath her. She had pretty much finished peeing. All she seemed to have left was a few last dribbles. Her heart rate increased.
*Golden (da, da, da, da, dada), You’re so golden, I don’t wanna be alone*
Ugmmh. Ohh. Hmmmmph.
She pulled her head back into the pillow and let out a groan. Her face heated up as she exhaled. She could feel strands of hair stick to her forehead and cheeks with drops of sweat. After a couple of tender thrusts onto her mattress, she slid her right hand between her damp body and saturated sheet. As her fingers reached the waistband of her shorts she immediately felt a pulse through her body. She inhaled sharply. Moving her fingers closer she could feel she was rock hard. Within seconds of fiddling with her fingertips to get beneath her sodden knickers, the tickle of her own hand against her crotch finished her off. Her legs tensed and muscles spasmed. Even though she’d finished peeing she felt full again. Her body naturally pushed as a rush of tension swallowed her from the inside. Rosie could feel her breasts start to damped from the sheet beneath her although, it might have also been sweat. Still inhaling sharply, she instantly raised her head and pushed it back into the pillow. The pressure in her chest increased as she gasped. This pushed her belly into the sheet and caused a lukewarm puddle build up against her. As the tension faded she felt her muscles relax and her legs soften. Breathing deeply, she pulled her hand from her crotch and laid it beside her. Quickly, she regained composure. She had no idea how many times she’d wet the bed now but it had got to the point that she didn’t mind how much mess was made. Her Mum would clean the bedding anyway. She continued to slow her breathing with her eyes closed.
*Stop, What the hell are you talking about?*
Rosie snapped her eyes open.
Shit. How long did I sleep again for? Shit. Shitshit.
She hurriedly rolled over to face her phone again. As she did, her t-shirt and shorts pulled as they stuck to the sheet.
Ugh. What? Oh… oh yeah.
She fought with her saturated mess and shifted until her clothes weren’t creased. Her phone read 09:17.
Good. Phew. Still time.
Her online class was at 10:00. She had no idea how long she’d napped for, or at what time she’d woken up previously and wet.
Everything was cold. Everything also smelled very obviously of pee. Rosie sighed.
She won’t mind. It’ll be fine. It’s been… what? Thr…four days? I think. It’ll be fine. I’ve gotta get this all off before the class though. Fuck. Ugh.
She hated the clean up.
Might as well… make the… most of it? Quickly though.
Rosie rolled back onto her back. She winced at the soaked feeling beneath her. She raised her legs so her knees were in the air and her feet placed firmly on the damp sheet beneath. Rosie placed her hands on her abdomen and started to push. If there was anything left this would surely get it out.
Even the duvet covering her had become wet. After a good ten minutes of pushing she felt a sensation in her bladder. She tensed and tensed some more. Slowly but surely, the pressure built inside her and she was holding again. She had no idea how much but there was definitely some there.
*So go have fun, I really couldn’t care less, And you give em’ my best bust just know...*
Rosie lifted her head into her pillow and, once again, let it flow. This one took a little longer but eventually she felt the gusset of her knickers dampen again before a wave of fresh, hot pee gushed against the cotton. This flow spread over the inside of her crotch and straight down towards the bed. Very quickly, a new puddle formed underneath her. The sound of pooling liquid was louder this time. She didn’t feel as excitable this time but instead more relieved. She had to clean this all up soon.
She patted the heels of her feet against the new puddle as she shifted her backside into the mattress. She sighed.
Rosie threw the duvet to the other end of her bed and sat up to observe the damage. As expected, very wet. Her bubblegum, pink shorts were a shade darker and clinging to her legs. The pastel blue sheet was much darker and the pattern of the waterproof sheet could be seen through the material.
Hmph. Uhhhh.
The sheet had obviously reached its capacity directly under her as a thin puddle would move around her as she shifted her weight. After a few seconds of deliberation. Rosie unlocked her phone and raised it above her.
Nah, can’t see.
She lowered it to her eye level so she could make out the screen as she pointed it towards her crotch where she sat. She took a few pictures before choosing the one most in focus. She smiled and deleted the others. The photo she kept was moved to the ‘Hidden’ folder. Still smiling, Rosie scrolled up and down in the folder before locking the phone and putting it aside.
Forty five minutes? Change the sheets, shower, get dressed. Hair? Hmm. I smell… I can do this.
Rosie swept her legs out the side of her bed and used some remaining dry sheet to wipe down her feet and legs. She turned and took one last look at her wet evidence before opening her curtains and window. She had to get the smell out somehow… |
Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas, all things considered! Turns out I'm getting better at handling my spirits x3 Keep staying safe and well and let's all see what 2021 brings us next week! 🤗
A Leaky Lockdown – Sakura
Sakura winced as she smiled and gently waved at the camera on her laptop. She exhaled deeply before pushing the screen to the keyboard. She moaned.
Unable to rise from her seat straight away, she squeezed her thighs together tightly and cradled her belly. The hair on her arms bristled as she brushed her pinkie fingers over smooth softness of her spandex shorts. The carpet pressed beneath her bare toes as she pushed at the floor. The wheels of the chair, which they’d moved to the dining room for her lessons, forced their way through the heavy carpet until they stuck in place. Sakura tensed her legs further as they stretched out.
Sakura hastily relaxed out of pain and felt a rush through her abdomen. She felt the crotch of her underwear and shorts dampen. The heat spread as she watched the material glisten. She squealed and tensed once more.
Luckily, her father was in his office busy tapping away in his office working from home. Her mother was working through the pandemic. Sakura knew whatever happened here would be in complete secrecy. That’s how she liked it. How it had to be. No one could find out what she sometimes did. This thing she sometimes did… she didn’t know why. It’s wrong. Unnatural. Unclean. But excitable? Fun because it’s wrong? Fun because her friends like it? Well, they do it.
I don’t know if they like it… Hmm. Should I like it? DO I like it? Oh no. I think it’s okay I’m not hurting anyone. Oh no. Owwwwwww…
Sakura peered down at her crotch. The shorts tightly hugged her legs. They also revealed a darker, tainted spot between her legs. Both her knees were bobbing. She ran her fingers over her crotch to feel the dampened fabric and leaned back in her chair. She let out an audible moan then panicked, slapping her hands to her mouth.
Shit. Shut up. Sara’s upstairs! I can’t let her… She can’t… I can’t… not here!
Sakura and her younger sister were close. Sara would often spend each day in Sakura’s room to make the lockdown easier. The only time she wouldn’t was during Sakura’s online lessons. She felt bad for doing this but would sometimes pretend the lessons went on for longer so she could spend some time alone. She inhaled deeply through her fingers once more and closed her eyes. Her bladder twitched.
Another leak uncontrollably swelled through her knickers and shorts. This time, she felt the wave spread further and dribble between her buttcheeks.
“Ach!”
With her hands warmed from her breath, she forced them between her legs and cut the leak short. She quickly forced herself out of the chair and turned to see she had left a shiny stain against the leather. She squeezed her thighs together as she stood in agony. The harder she forced her hands into her crotch, the more the swelling of her bladder ached. But, also, much to her pleasure, sent waves of excitement pulsing through her body. She could feel her nipples stiffen and tingle as if they were being gently tickled. She clamped her eyes shut and scrunched her face. The curtains of the dining room were wide open and the light shone through. If anyone was looking into her house they would see her desperation. I neeeeeed to get to the bathroom.
Opening her eyes and leaping across the carpet and tried to gently open the door to the dining room. She could immediately hear her father’s deep voice in an opposite room. As usual, he had locked himself away. Peering left, she saw that Sara didn’t seem to be downstairs. Sakura hastily made a break for the staircase. Her left hand was jammed firmly against her crotch. She could feel the shape of the knuckle of her forefinger as it seemed to fit perfectly against her. As she slowly and painfully climbed the stairs, Sakura could hear Sara murmuring in her room. She knew that the moment her sister heard her she’d come running out to greet her. Almost at the landing, she could see Sara’s door open.
Shitshitshit.
“Sakoooraa!?” sung her sister’s voice.
Nonononono.
“Hang… wait!” Sakura squealed as she almost fell up the stairs, pushing away with her right hand and darting towards the bathroom.
The beat of Sakura’s heart echoed between her ears. She was feeling too desperate and too frisky to even hold a conversation right now. She needed to let this pee out. She needed to be alone. Sara couldn’t see any of this happen.
As she grabbed the handle to the bathroom, Sakura caught a glimpse of her sister stood innocently in the doorway of her bedroom with a slight frown. She felt bad for ignoring her. She forced the door into the frame and twisted the lock. She gasped. In the last second, she’d felt the pee dribble down the inside of her shorts. The stream seemed to wind its way down her right thigh and spread outwards at her crotch. She could feel her left hand become warm and wet as she could no longer stop the flow. As she leaked she could feel the outline of her ladyhood as her knickers and shorts clung to and formed around her skin.
Still pinned against the door, the slight patter of droplets hitting the tiles seemed to fill the room with sound. Sakura knew there was no way she could pull any of her clothes down. There was no way. Instantly worried Sara would have followed her to the bathroom door to speak to her, she knew she had to make it seem as if she was using the toilet properly. A few steps, many droplets on the floor, and a couple of deep breaths later, she could no longer hold the pee. The full pressure of the flood pressed against her hand. The trickles turned into a downpour as the droplets turned to splashes. As well as the pee flowing down her legs, the splatter of the pee hitting the floor sprinkled against her bare feet. She turned again and forced herself onto the toilet seat. The pee began hitting the water and she stopped any attempt to hold. She felt her body sink as she gave in to the wetting. She removed her hand from between her legs, raising it slightly and just leaving it there as she indulged. The warmness spread further round her backside as the seat of her knickers were becoming saturated. A sort of dilated water pouring sound filled the room as her pee fell into the toilet. As well as the main torrent it was clear there were mall leaks falling from other points in her shorts. She eventually placed both hands on top of her thighs. She dug her nails into the material and pulled at the spandex.
Unsure at what she enjoyed more, the holding or the release, Sakura tried to control her erratic breathing as she grasped and fondled her breasts. As she softly massaged her perky assets, the flood had lessened to a stream and then once again a dribble. Realising her left hand was dampening her vest top, she let go of herself and drove her hand underneath her shorts. As expected, her skin was saturated and everything between her shorts and knickers felt warm and moist. Her mouth fell open as she wanted to moan but in trying to be quiet let out a breathless growl. She gently pressed her finger against her sodden knickers and pulled at the material, slightly stretching that of the spandex, and letting it slap back against her. As she ran out of pee the room turned silent. Sakura’s deep breathing and peeling of her underwear was the only sound to be heard. She opened her eyes as her ears pricked.
Is Sara there? She hasn’t said anything? Oh. Ohhhhh. Ughhhhh. Okay. Okay. Done? Did she hear? I… don’t think so? No?
Confident Sara wasn’t on the other side of the door listening, Sakura, pulling her left hand from underneath her shorts and wiping it on a seemingly dry part, lifted her weight from the toilet and leaned over to turn on the shower. Once again, the slight patter of loose droplets hit the tiles beneath her. A few leaks from the saturated shorts dribbled down her legs. As they did, she felt her skin prick as she shivered with goosebumps.
As the shower creaked in it’s holdall, it spluttered a few times before forcefully shooting water towards the bathtub. Steam erupted from the showerhead. As Sakura began to undress for the shower she momentarily considered not taking her shorts off. The wetness and clinginess of the tight clothes did something for her. The way the saturated material turned skin tight and showed off her figure made her feel unusually sensual. Having spent her whole life trying to be proper; trying to be mature, polite, disciplined, and clean, Sakura had found a way of rebelling. She hated it. But at the same time, she adored it. The reckless spirit within her could release and she could have a moment of freedom where no one could tell her what to do, no one could discipline her, and no one could judge her. For some reason, her spiral into desperation and wetting had been less of a burden than she thought. Ever since that accident in the car during the move, it seemed to have been the spark for what was now a flame. Every time she indulged, the flame got hotter. Every time she held, the flame was fuelled. Every time she wet, the flame would ignite harsher and fill her body. The warmth would, not only physically spread around whatever she peed in, but made her toes and fingers tingle. Her nipples would harden and, along with her chest, feel bubbly and fizz.
Sakura took one step into the bath then retreated.
Shit. Oh shit!
Her towel, as it always was, was folded neatly on the radiator in her bedroom. She couldn’t even shout for Sara to bring it because… why would she go straight for a shower after a lesson and forget her towel? She wouldn’t. She also had no spare clothes in the bathroom.
Oh damnfuck.
She pulled herself out of her vest top and dropped it on the floor. She noticed the dark handprint she had left over her left breast. Pushing at her breasts a few times, she unclipped her bra and let it fall. She shivered as her hair lightly touched at the skin of her chest. The steam from the shower clung to her body.
Her family was disciplined. Sakura knew it was a cultural thing passed down from her grandparents after they moved over from Japan years ago. One thing in particular was each person’s chores. Both her and Sara were expected to do things for themselves. Sakura saw the benefit of these responsibilities. Recently however, it allowed her to easily hide her wettings. Her mother had picked up on her new habits though and had previously pointed out how many towels were being washed. Unfortunately now, she would have to use a new towel from the cupboard and wash the old one. Her chest tightened as she feared the questioning she’d receive later. That couldn’t be helped now. Sakura pulled a lilac towel from the cupboard and laid it on the floor, kicking her vest and bra aside. Knowing she now couldn’t wear her shorts in the shower and attempt to wash them, she regretfully pulled the shorts down. The material peeled away from her legs and felt heavier than they did that morning when she slipped into them. As she held them in front of her, they dripped onto the towel which was now picking up the remains of the pee that had fallen onto the floor not minutes before. The shorts fell to the tiles with a loud *plap*.
Looking down, Sakura noticed that her white, cotton knickers had an obvious line where the wet path began. They had become transparent, with her legs and vagina appearing against the slight yellow tint from the pee. After a moment of admiring her mess she wiggled her waist as she loosened her knickers and let them fall around her legs. Stepping into the shower, Sakura pressed the palm of her hand against her crotch before feeling the moistened skin separate as she rubbed a finger through the middle. She winced as the scorching water hugged her shoulders and trickled down her back. The dampness of the pee against her crotch and legs had become somewhat sticky and felt as if it had stained her legs. Lathering her hands with her sweet honey and berry scented shower gel, Sakura submerged her body underneath the shower. Having wet her whole body, she massaged all over with the pleasantly scented gel. Pinching her nipples between her fingers and caressing her vagina as she cleaned, she felt as if the guilty pee feeling was literally washing away.
The shower head creaked once again as Sakura turned off the water. It bounced a few times as the last spurts of water forced their way out. She slid her supple hands around her smooth body. She sighed. The moment was over. The guilt had passed as she showered but now the mood had come and gone. Now she knew she had to get back to her room and put on clean clothes.
Shit. Oh Shit. How am I going to get back? Sara will come running at me the moment I leave here. Oh Shit.
After drying her body down she wrapped her sodden hair up in the towel. She still had to get back to her room and only had the clothes she had wet in. Hesitantly she slipped back into the dampened vest and purposefully made it wet in places to hide the obvious hand print against her breast. She couldn’t not go back to her room in just her underwear. That would not go down well in this house, even if it was just Sara who saw. Sakura sighed deeply. She rinsed the spandex shorts over the bath and got out as much moisture as she could. She gave them a sniff.
Yeah… pee. Ugh.
She forced her feet through the holes and pulled the shorts up. The wetness from her pee had gone cold. She could feel the material drag as the wetness clung to her skin. Letting the waistband slap to her hips, she picked up her knickers and looked left and right.
I… I don’t… where…?
Almost regretfully, she undone the towel and re-wrapped her hair inside but with her knickers as well. It was the best option she could think of without putting them back on. She hated it immediately.
Hating the feeling of the clamminess against her legs, she unlocked the door and pulled it ajar. Sara wasn’t there. Taking her chance, Sakura pulled the door fully open and stepped onto the landing. The briskness of the difference in air seemed to wrap around her bare arms and calves. It made the dampness of the shorts feel colder against her crotch. Sakura felt she needed to shower again. She cautiously made her way to her bedroom, realising if Sara did appear and looked hard enough at her shorts she may realise the wet patch, even if the material was black.
“Saaakuuuraa?” came the familiar voice. Sakura smiled nervously as she tried to hide her inner thighs by forcing her left leg in front.
Sara excitable appeared at her door clutching some pencils.
“Kuuraa can we…”
“Not now, Sara, please?” she interrupted.
“Wha…?” Sara’s voice wobbled.
“In a minute?” Sakura reassured her, nodding frantically.
“I want to…”
“Please! Give me a minute?” Sakura interrupted more abruptly. Sara sniffed.
“Oh… kay” she replied, dropping her arms and looking at the floor. Sara dismally turned and disappeared into her room. Sakura’s heart sunk. She despised being cruel to her sister. They were the only people who had been there for each other growing up. When Sara was born, Sakura grew instinctively protective over her. She taught her how to speak her first words and count her first numbers. She always held her hand to cross the road and never forgot to point out important things. She felt it was her responsibility to teach her little sister everything. But as Sakura grew into her early teens and onwards to now, she felt the ever growing need to have some more time to herself. The love for her sister never faded but the desire to experience her own life grew.
Sakura fought her instinct to go and comfort Sara, knowing she needed to change. Without saying anything else she went to hide in her own bedroom. She immediately took off the cold, damp shorts and whipped them into the washing basket; followed by the sodden knickers after she unwrapped the towel.
With fresh clothes on, hair dried, and innocence donned, Sakura drifted her way back to Sara’s room. She pushed open the door and leaned playfully against the frame. Sara ignored her.
“What did you want to show me?” Sakura asked.
Sara ignored her still.
“I said…” Sakura started, tilting her head, “whaaat” she took a step into her sister’s room. Sara fought back a smile.
“Did you…” she took another step towards Sara and begun to crouch, “want to…” to hide her smile, Sara threw her pencils to the floor and curled up in a ball, “show me!?” Sakura pounced at her sister and held her tight, poking and tickling at her sides. Sara giggled as she unfolded herself; her arms and legs flailing as Sakura ticked her.
After a few minutes of playfighting, both girls laid back on the floor exhausted. Both breathing heavily, they started laughing again.
“You are not good at being cross” Sakura admitted. Sara kept giggling.
In the commotion, Sakura’s phone had slipped from her jeans pocket onto the floor. As it vibrated with a message Sara swiped it and jumped onto her bed. Sakura noticed.
“Hey! No!” Sakura laughed sternly.
“Haha! Haha!” shouted Sara as she jumped, clutching her sister’s phone.
“Give it back!”
“Who is…”
“Now!”
“Who is… TOM!?” Sara yelled seeing it was a boy’s name.
“Stop!” ordered Sakura, reaching for her phone and twisting it out of Sara’s hands.
“Who is TooOoOOoOOom?” Sara mocked.
“You” Sakura pointed at Sara, “Are the worst”
“You’re the worst!” Sara joked back. Sakura started to feel nervous.
“Keep drawing” she told Sara, who gladly obliged.
Returning to her room, Sakura turned on her phone to see the notification on the screen.
Tom: “Hey hows you? xx” |
Hi everyone :)
I finally have a direction for this chapter but it’s going to be a long one. Hopefully loads of drama and wettings. Maybe. Will have to wait and see. Also, slight self harm trigger warning? I think. Not major, or intentional on the character’s part, but still.
Hope everyone’s okay <3
The Surprise Reunion (Part 1)
Lula’s knees tensed as she stretched her legs. Her right foot flinched as the duvet slipped off her skin. She exhaled with a dry grunt. Her dried lips peeled slightly as she opened her mouth to yawn. Eurgh.
As she slumped her limbs back to the bed and turned to her right, Lula felt a cold, damp compress against her head. She scrunched her face and grunted again, pushing the pillow away resting her head on her arm. Clumps of her sodden hair stuck to her arm as she rested. A single, warm droplet wiggled it’s way through her hair before running slowly down her arm. Ughhhhh. So… fucking… hot.
Lula pushed up from her bed and sighed, stretching and yawning again. The towels she had put around the top of her bed had all been moved position during the night. All the fan was doing was forcing warm air towards her. This is stupid. She pulled at the closest towel and rubbed it over her face neck. She winced as the friction pulled at her hair. Throwing the towel to the end of the bed, Lula pulled back the covers. Her lavender bed sheet seemed to be okay. There were a few darker patches where she had sweat in the night but nothing major. She sighed.
The clinging feeling of sweat and clammy skin covered her body as she shifted out of bed. I gotta change all this soon it probably stinks. Or I could… I have the towels… nO. Jesus… no. Her phone read 10:08. Both parents would be at work. Nothing was happening until the afternoon. She considered falling back into bed but her bladder said otherwise. I could just…
Resisting the temptation to get into bed and pee in some folded towels, she didn’t want to have to explain another change of bedsheets in the last week. Admittedly, the last time was due to sweat. It was about four nights ago. Lula woke up early morning dripping wet. She hadn’t opened her window nor had her Mum bought her the fan yet. The pillow beneath her head had become saturated and she had left an almost human shaped patch on the bed where the sheets had absorbed her perspiration. Strangely, it wasn’t as embarrassing as wetting the bed; which she thought was weird as was essentially the same thing, but maybe because her parents were more accepting of the fact anyone sweats when they sleep but not everyone pees. She scoffed at the thought.
Biting at the peeled skin on her lips, Lula picked up the half full glass on her bedside table and downed what remained. Her throat strained as she gulped. As she finished the water she felt another spasm in her bladder. Okay… okay. She ran her palm between her legs and over her crotch. Her pyjama shorts had escaped mostly sweat free but her hand came away warm. She kicked a pile of clothes out the way as she walked out of her room, pulling the towel off the radiator. She paused and turned. Lula then picked up another pair or shorts and the first t-shirt she could find.
The morning sun shone brightly through the window to the bathroom. Lula winced as she walked in. The tiles were warm under her feet. Having now entered the bathroom she felt the full bloat of her bladder. Even though no one else was home she made sure to lock the door. Lula dropped the spare clothes and towel on the floor and hesitated. The pause didn’t last long. She groggily stepped into the bathtub and felt the cold puddles against her skin. It felt nice. She scrolled through Spotify whilst leaning on the edge of the bath with her right knee.
*You. Say. That I’m missing with your head*
*Yeah yeah, yeah yeah*
*All. Cause. I was making out with your friend*
Lula smiled as Avril Lavigne started playing, leaving the phone on the windowsill.
*Yeah yeah, yeah yeah*
*Love. Hurts. Whether it’s right or wrong*
*Yeah yeah, yeah yeah*
*I can’t. Stop. Cause I’m having too much fun*
As the music filled the room, Lula hugged at her waist and rubbed over her crotch. She raised her arms and stretched as high as she could. The stretch pulled at her abdomen which made her exhale hard.
*All my life I’ve been good but now.
I’iIiIiIiIim thinking what, the hell*
Lula smiled and closed her eyes, arms raised and bent over her face, as the pee started to trickle down her bare legs. She could feel the pressure of the stream build up in her knickers and flood outwards towards her thighs. The material of her pyjama shorts started to flutter then stick to her skin once wet. The slight patter on the bathtub turned into a constant splash. Lula could feel drops of backsplash as it pooled around her feet. Her breathing became heavier as she could feel the usual throb in her vagina. With her eyes still closed, she dropped both hands to the outside of her shorts and clung to the material as they drenched with pee. She slid her right hand under the waistband and over her soaked knickers. Slowly, she ran the same hand under her knickers and clenched her fingers putting pressure on wherever they touched. Her middle finger entered her slightly, causing the pee stream to flow around the tip of the finger. She flinched and let out a deep, internal moan. She could feel her fingers getting sticky. A mix of clammy sweat and pee she imagined. Doesn’t matter. Shower soon.
As she continued to play, Lula frantically felt for the side of the bath behind her with her left hand. Once she grabbed the plastic, she let her legs go to jelly as she collapsed into the tub. All the skin under her legs and the drier part of her backside splashed into the puddle of pee. Uh. I don’t… it doesn’t… just… mmm.
She started to lay onto her back. The back of her vest top began to soak. She could feel the spread of the pee spread from her waist to between her shoulder blades. Th tub creaked with every movement. As she reached a climax, Lula raised her knees and arched her back. Her vest top felt heavy as it slapped back to the tub when she moved. She could feel a fresh wave of sweat trickle down her head. She could taste the saltiness in her mouth. Her cheeks felt blushed. Her nipples ached but in a good way. She always thought it felt ‘fizzy’. She liked it. She took her wet left hand and grabbed her left breast over her vest top. Lula moaned. Loudly. Her mouth was stuck open. She winced her face. She could feel a rush of sensation spread around her crotch then implode outwards. She made an involuntary snort sound as she had no breath to make a sound. A new, warm wetness seemed to ooze around her fingers. She lowered her knees as she let her feet slip towards the end of the tub. Her thighs spasmed a few times. Eventually, Lula pulled her right hand from her knickers and opened her eyes. The deep blue of the sky outside the window filled her view. Without even looking, she wiped her sodden fingers on the outside of her knickers and then placed both hands on her stomach. The moment was coming to a close. All Lula felt now was hot, sticky, and definitely wet.
After some minutes of composure, Lula had turned the shower on. Given the heat she let it run cold. She sat back in the tub and let the water cascade onto her. She tensed up as the icy water pierced her skin. Sher vest top immediately clung to her chest and stomach. A gentle patter sounded as the cold water collected on her creased shorts. Lula inhaled deeply as her body shook. She felt her upper body go rigid and she tensed up with all her might. After a few considerable breaths she raised her knees and sunk hugged her thighs. Forcing her head into her knees, Lula started to well up. The adrenaline and excitement had been washed away and the emotions came flooding back. She was finally meeting Rosie today. It had been so long. She was tired of staying indoors. Tired of online lessons. Tired of being at home alone all day. Tired of feeling like she was spiralling every day. She had come to admit to herself she needed someone. Someone to bounce off. Someone just… there. After such an eventful couple of months before the pandemic and now suddenly having to confine to her house she knew she was struggling. Would she tell Rosie later? Probably not. She’d stiffen her lips and play it cool like nothing was wrong.
Everyone’s going through this… not just me… selfish… it’s selfish to think it’s only me… everyone’s feeling… fucking… shit.
Lula felt herself pout as the tears warmed her eyes. She grasped her elbows tightly and squeezed. Her nails dug in slightly. She winced. Her cry turned into a gentle wail. The occasional vibrations of her phone couldn’t be heard over the crashing of the icy cold water.
~
Sakura: “I can’t believe they invited me tbh”
Rosie: “It’ll be fun to meet everyone again”
Sakura: “Well first time for me really”
Rosie: “I suppose. It’ll be okay. I’m sure everyone’s forgotten you punched Lauren in the face”
Sakura: “I don’t know if that’s sarcastic”
Rosie: “x)”
Sakura: “I’ll stay with you and Lula and see how it goes”
Rosie: “Sure that’s fine. There was some beef between our old friends ages ago so we’ll see how it goes”
Sakura: “Oh”
Rosie: “Yeah we’ll tell you on the day too much to say now lol”
Sakura: “Okay cool but you’re both going yeah?”
Rosie: “Well WE weren’t invited but we’ll come with you the popular cool new girl”
Sakura: “Haha okay see you later”
Rosie: “:p”
Rosie sighed. She was sat crossed legged on her bed wearing her a blanket like a snug cape. A bead of sweat dribbled down her forehead.
“Fuucckk” she moaned to herself wiping it away. She peered to her left to where she’d woken up a few minutes before. The sheet was creased with sweat. She closed her eyes and raised her eyebrows, shaking her head and exhaling.
“Whatever” she admitted, wiping her hands over her face and running her fingers through her fringe. She sat in silence for a while with her expression lifted by her hands. She leaned forwards and rested her elbows on her knees. After a few tense pulses down below, she felt her knickers dampen. She felt the warmth saturate the gusset and pool beneath her backside. The puddle spread beneath both cheeks and underneath her heels. She figured she’d sweat enough in the night to warrant a change of bedding. So why not?
Rosie felt the pressure in her stomach drain away as her bladder emptied on the bed. The pee seemed to stay puddled in the dip she sat in. The protective sheet underneath must have absorbed as much as it could. Rosie sighed again and leaned forward some more, grabbing the end of the bed. As she attempted to push herself up her hand slipped and she fell forwards. The shock of the fall caused her to splutter in surprise and frantically push off any part of the mattress she could find. Now on her hands and knees on her bed, breathing heavily, Rosie could feel dribbles of pee make their way down her long, midnight blue pyjama bottoms towards her knees. She carefully attempted to push herself up again. As she stood atop her mattress she could see the pee pool beneath her flow around as she shifted her weight onto each foot. As soon as it found a piece of sheet it hadn’t reached the puddle started to soak downwards. With her feet about half a metre apart she let the pee flow again. It immediately started to fall onto the sodden sheet below. Her loose bottoms didn’t offer much in the way of an obstacle for the torrent of liquid. A faint *plap* could be heard as each stream of pee hit the bed. A few streams snaked their way down both Rosie’s legs. New pools began to form in each of the dips her feet were making. She could feel the pee around her feet as she wiggled her toes.
This was the fourth time this week. After the second time her Mum was starting to get angry. Maybe suspicious. Rosie blamed it on the stress of the pandemic and lack of ability to control anything in her life. The sympathy card worked for the third ‘accident’. She began to worry as the pee came to an end.
She won’t buy it this time. Hmm. Shit. Fuckshit. Hmm. Why’d she have to work from fucking home.
Rosie’s nonchalance turned into regret as she felt the last few drops fall from her underwear.
I can change the bedding easy but she’ll know I’ve done it again. Just be angry? Sad? Pissed off? Have a go at her? Ugghhh. She wiped a hand over her face.
After her third bedwetting this week, Rosie’s mum had awkwardly brought up the idea of wearing night protection again. Rosie scoffed at the idea and argued. She didn’t actually mind as they put her mind at ease when she wore them but she needed to sound grown up.
** “I don’t need them!” Rosie yelled at her Mum.
“Look, Rosie dear, it’s just… happening a lot recently”
“Oh reeaallyy? I didn’t notice!”
“Oh come on, just for a little while? It’s not like anyone knows”
“I…I KNOW!”
“Oh Rosie” Molly pondered, not knowing how to counsel her daughter. She seemed so eager to grow up but was worried she’d suffer with her incontinence problems for longer than they both wanted. **
Rosie shrugged off the anxiety of the situation and bent over to her phone. She unlocked it and turned the camera on, pointing her phone down so it could see everything below her waist. She pressed the screen and the bright flash caused her to wince. The camera brought up the darker blue colour of the inside of her pyjama bottoms. The small, silver, glittery constellation patterns were unchanged but the stain was obvious. The flash had caused the creased in the saturated sheet to shine. Everything around her feet was soaked. Rosie fiddled with the screen and sent yet another photo to the hidden folder.
After wiping her feet on a dry piece of bedding, Rosie kept her balance and hopped onto the floor. She stripped her legs of the wet bottoms and slumped them on her bed. Her black knickers hid any obvious wet spot. She stepped over to her curtains and pulled them apart. The sky was clear and a bold blue. She opened her window and took a deep breath of clean summer air. Mmmmmm.
Rosie’s door opened.
“What the fu…”
“Rosie?”
“I… I’m changing!” she shrieked.
“Okay sorry!” Molly said worryingly, “you okay?” she then asked from behind the door.
“What? Yes! I’m fine!” Rosie snapped.
Molly paused. She knew Rosie’s hurried, panicked responses meant she was being suspicious. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on Rosie’s door.
“Has it happened again?” Molly asked regrettably. Rosie didn’t reply.
“Look… just… get a shower and bring it all down okay?” Molly sighed. Rosie heard her door close. She felt an internal rage build. She hated whenever her Mum spoke about it. She hated making it a burden on her Mum. She could easily not do any of it. She could easily just stop it. But… she liked it. She got away with it. No one knew about it. Well… other than Lula and Sakura. Lula more than Sakura… but still. Only them. And me. And Mum. And Dad. And Lula’s Mum and Dad. Probably. Hmmmm.
Rosie gently rubbed her thighs together. She could feel the pull of her skin where the pee had clung. She walked guiltily back to her bed and sat down. The wetness was already cold against her legs. She pushed hard for a few seconds. A short wave of pee shot out of her, into her knickers, and finally into the sheet below.
I could stop. I could. I COULD. I can? Easy. Just… don’t do it? Find something else to do? Drawing? Reading? Pfft. Fuck off. All I’ve done recently is watch Netflix and piss. Hmm. Rosie slowly laid down, hesitantly resting her back on the cold, drenched sheet. It’s disgusting really. It’s piss. Ugh. Fucking… piss. So why do I do it? Why don’t I stop myself? Ugh. Ah. Ahhh. Rosie had been gently touching herself this whole time. Mmm. That’s… why. She closed her eyes and carried on.
“Took your time” Molly mocked as Rosie slumped down the stairs with her bedding and pyjamas in her arms. Rosie winced. She made sure to scrunch her toes through the thick carpet in the hallway.
“Give it here then” Molly willingly opened her arms. It wouldn’t’ be the first time she had her arms full of her daughter’s wet bedding and she assumed it wouldn’t be the last.
“What… no!” Rosie snapped, hugging the materials tighter.
“Fine. You know where the washing machine is” Molly snarled, “I’m trying to… not accept… but… be… nice about all this, Rosie”
“I know” Rosie replied looking down at her guilty pile.
“What can I do?”
“What? Nothing. It’s… okay” Rosie lied, lifting her toes in anger.
“I just…”
“No!” Rosie screeched as she stomped through to the kitchen. Molly looked up at the stairs as if into a camera and breaking the fourth wall. A faint waft of pee slapped her in the face as Rosie pushed past.
“I’m going out today” Rosie’s voice bellowed from the kitchen.
“Out? Where to?” Molly questioned.
“To see Lula. And Sakura. I think there’s a thing tomorrow as well. A meet up. Loads of us”
“Wait. How many? Is it safe? You shouldn’t be…”
“It’s okay, Mum!” Rosie snapped again, not wanting to be interrogated. Molly stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
“Are you sure so many of you should be meeting so soon?” she asked with a concerned tone. Rosie began to splutter instead of speak.
“I need… independence, Mum!”
Molly raised her eyebrows and gestured towards the washing machine. Rosie understood what her Mum was doing. Her eyebrows lowered.
“Fuck off” she muttered as she filled the machine.
“I heard that!” Molly snapped, “you want me to trust you’ll be safe out with so many people but you can’t stop wetting the bed? Independence? Come on”
Rosie felt her face heat up. She loosened her fists which had clenched around her pee soaked sheet. She could feel her lower jaw quiver. She blinked a few times to hide the tears welling in her eyes.
“Rosie… ugh. I didn’t mean…” Molly began to apologise. Rosie ignored her and carried on filling the machine. Once full she closed the door and stood up.
“You do it then” Rosie grunted, refusing to make eye contact with her Mum. She stormed out of the kitchen pushing past Molly once again.
Rosie: “Mum’s being a fucking bitch again”
Rosie: “Fucking interrogating me about the bed”
Rosie: “Think I should just stop doing it?”
Rosie: “I mean I could”
Rosie: “She makes me feel so shit about it”
Rosie: “Not normal though is it?”
Rosie: “You there?”
Rosie: “Imagine not being there when I need you”
Rosie: “I need to be angry with someone”
Rosie: “This is just rude”
Rosie: “So rude”
Rosie: “I know they’re not really accidents anymore”
Rosie: “I think she knows too”
Rosie: “Or she’s guessing that”
Rosie: “I’m not normal am I?”
Rosie: “And I got you to do it too”
Rosie: “Sorry”
Rosie: “I don’t think I’ve ever said sorry for it actually”
Rosie: “But FUCK she makes me so angry”
Rosie: “You still coming tomorrow?”
Rosie: “Sakura wants us there”
Rosie: “Probably needs us there”
Rosie: “She might punch someone again lol”
Rosie: “You awake yet?”
Rosie: “Bitch?”
Rosie: “You ignoring me?”
Rosie: “MCDOMALFS TODAY”
Rosie: “AY?”
Rosie: “Do you”
Rosie: “Still do it?”
Rosie: “Or only when I’m there? Or you’re here?”
Rosie: “We don’t speak about it much anymore?”
Rosie: “Because I might stop doing it”
Rosie: “You’ve stopped haven’t you”
Rosie: “For the best probably”
Rosie: “Stupid. Disgusting really”
Rosie: “Do you think anyone else does it?”
Rosie: “Do you ever think that?”
Rosie: “Any boys?”
Rosie: “Is that hot?”
Rosie: “I don’t know”
Rosie: “YOURE STILL IGMORINF ME”
Rosie: “RUDE”
~
Lula: “I was in the shower”
Rosie: “OH”
Rosie: “SORRY LOL”
Lula: “We can speak about everything later”
Rosie: “If you want”
Lula: “Don’t know what I want”
Rosie: “I know what you want”
Lula: “What’s that?”
Rosie: “20 nugget sharebox you fatty”
Lula chuckled to herself as she put lifted phone and placed her straighteners back on the mat.
Lula: “Fuck please”
Rosie: “See you at 122222222222222”
Lula waited for her phone screen to go black. She looked up from her reflection in the phone only to stare back at herself in the mirror at her desk. Her eyes were still reddened. She adjusted her body and glared at the scratches on her left shoulder. She’d dug her nails in too deep earlier. The coldness of the water had numbed her upper body as she clawed at herself. She had opened her eyes to see a rush of red flow beneath her as she sat in the tub. Nothing she hadn’t seen before but she hadn’t expected her period today. Only after she had pulled herself out of the water did she relax and felt her nails leave her skin. Lula took a few deep breaths. It hadn’t hurt earlier but now the cuts began to sting. She’d have to plaster them up before she went out. And have to cover my shoulders. Ughhh. Stupid. Fucking. Dickhead. Fucking. Fuck.
As Lula locked her front door she looked down at her bare legs. Too pale. Her blue jean shorts stopped half way up her thighs. Her loose fitting, white top drooped just below her waist. She made sure it covered her shoulders but with a slip of the wind you’d notice her blue bra before her skin coloured plasters. She briefly noticed her nails shine in the sunlight where the black polish had peeled. As she turned she gave a quick look to that part of the front garden, conveniently hidden behind the bushes. Where it all started. Her first wetting. She felt a slight tingle. That spot seemed to have some significance now. This whole new chapter of her life. This time last year she’d been quiet and unsociable. Hanging out with Rosie, Charlotte, and Beth felt unreal at the time. Just being accepted into a group seemed amazing. She was grateful Rosie had introduced her despite everything that happened between them all. Well mainly Charlotte. Mostly Charlotte. Bitch. Suppose the lockdown’s been good for one thing… I haven’t seen... her. |
The Surprise Reunion (Part 2)
“Stop!”
“Hahahaha”
The shrieking laughter was subdued by the tiny frantic stomps racing up the stairs.
“Please!” she begged. The laughter continued.
Sakura’s phone vibrated again in her hand. She grunted and held it tighter. Not now.
“Sara!” she begged.
“Hahahaha” the sound of laughter travelled across the first floor of the house. Sakura’s phone vibrated. NOT now. She flinched as Sara’s bedroom door slammed shut. *Vrbbt vrbbt*. NOT NOW UGH.
Sakura’s heart raced. She had been complacent. She had been stupid. She got distracted.
“Hahahahaha! Peepeepeepeepeepeepee!” Sara mocked.
“SARA STOP!”
“Peeepeeepeeepeeepeeepeee paaaaaants” Sara sung.
“URRGHHH” Sakura cried out in anger and embarrassment.
*Vrbbt vrbbt*
“NO” she yelled out loud, squeezing her phone ever harder. She had tensed her right arm so hard she could feel the phone shake in her fist.
“SARA!”
Sakura began to slam her feet on each stair as she climbed.
“Peeeeeepeepeepeepee” Sara continued to sing mockingly.
Sakura was making deep growling sounds with each deep breath. She was angry at Sara but more annoyed at herself. She had been risky that morning. Her Dad had gone shopping and she had been left to look after Sara until he came back. Exactly what she had been waiting for all week. After conveniently waiting for her Dad to leave she went for her morning shower. The moment she locked herself in the bathroom she flipped her towel open and watched excitedly as a pair of skinny, blue jeans fell onto the floor. She had cautiously slipped out of her pyjamas and into her jeans whilst trying to listen out for Sara trying to ‘be funny’ and try to unlock the door. She winced as she pulled the jeans over her waist and pushed the button in place. The tightness of the denim pushed against her bladder. This immediately made her shiver with desperation. She pushed her thighs together and rubbed up and down her legs. She was hesitant at first. This was wrong. She didn’t need to do this. Why was she still doing this? Did Rosie and Lula do this? Her interest had been sparked and over the lockdown she was trying her hardest not to indulge. Ultimately however, she wasn’t doing very well.
Even as a child she couldn’t remember having an accident in a pair of jeans. The thought of the denim soaking and feeling heavy but tight against the skin made her feel annoyingly excitable. She moaned as she took a deep breath. With a loud exhale, a shot stream of pee shot through her knickers and down her left leg. She looked don in panic. The leak was blindingly obvious. A dark blue stain had trickled down to her knee. She quickly rubbed at it to see if it would dry. It didn’t. She sheepishly hopped into the shower and continued to squeeze her thighs together. Her hands were pushed deep into her crotch. Sakura exhaled again as she could no longer tense her body. A wave of warmth filled her crotch and covered her hands. She pulled them away in panic. The wetness spread down her legs and collected at the base of the shower. The cold water left from someone’s shower earlier that morning was being washed away by a pale yellow stream. Sakura was sure her legs were getting warmer and warmer. The shine of the wet spot seemed to mesmerise her as she leaned over her legs to marvel upon her actions. After a few seconds she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The next few moments fell like bliss. As her bladder continued to empty, the feeling of doing such a taboo thing was thrilling. She could feel herself throb as everything down there became saturated. Even after the pee had stopped she remained standing for at least a minute. But then the guilt hit.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. How do I… Why… Oh shit.
Sakura panicked as she quickly pulled her legs from the jeans. Her plan was to wet, then shower, then wash the evidence straight away. She had purposefully let her washing pile up all week so this wouldn’t seem suspicious. She had it all planned out.
Papa might come back early. He might have forgotten something. Oh shit. Hurry up. Oh Shit.
She awkwardly threw the sodden jeans and knickers onto the floor and started to shower. As much as she wanted to do more, all she could think of was getting rid of the evidence.
*Vrbbt vrbbt*
Sakura grumbled loudly as she reached the top of the stairs.
“SARA!” she yelled again. Her sister had gone suspiciously quiet. Sakura stood at the top of the stairs waiting for her sister to laugh again. She felt that would give her the excuse to go made at her. But nothing. Sara knew better than that. She knew how Sakura reacted when she was angry.
The house went silent again. Sakura felt her heartbeat could be heard for miles. Then she choked. Fuck. Not only had she been distracted by her phone which lead Sara to finding her wet jeans in the first place, but she was now distracted by Sara that she hadn’t turned the washing machine on. Fuuuckkkk.
Sakura scrambled back down the stairs, having to regain her balance as she slipped on one. As she reached the hallway the mocking started again.
“Peeeepeeeepeeeepeeeepeeee”
Sakura could feel tears. Her face felt hot. Her chest seemed to be strained. She wanted to throw up.
“Peeeepeeeepeeeepeeeepeeee”
*Vrbbt vrbbt*
No. Please. Just. Wait.
Sakura fumbled with the buttons on the washing machine and exhaled once the drum started to spin. She leaned forwards and rested her elbows on the worktop. She forced the palms of her hands into her eyes to push away any tears.
*Vrbbt vrbbt*
“WHAT!?” she responded.
“Peeeepeeeepeeeepeeee” Sara could still be heard upstairs.
Tom: “Are you still asleep?”
Tom: “Just making sure haha”
Tom: “I’m going to keep messaging until you wake up”
Tom: “Hey”
Tom: “Hey”
Tom: “Hey”
Tom: “Wake up”
Tom: “Excited?”
Tom: “For tomorrow?”
Tom: “Hey”
Urrgghh. Why. Stop. I don’t even want to… Uhhhh. I don’t even know him. Why does he like me?
“Peeeepeeeepeeeepeee”
“SARA!!” Sakura clenched her phone again and steamrolled back upstairs. The closer she got to Sara’s room the quieter her sister got. Sakura lowered the door handle and kicked the door open. Sara promptly hid under her duvet and giggled.
“Pee” came a high pitched giggle.
“Pee. Hehe”
“Pee. Hehehe”
Sara flinched as Sakura pulled the duvet across the room. The sisters stared at each other.
“P…”
“NO! STOP!” Sakura demanded. Sara giggled.
“NO! IT’S NOT FUNNY” Sara’s face dropped.
“DON’T TELL THEM” she demanded again. Sara remained quiet.
“DON’T GO THROUGH MY THINGS”
“DON’T SAY ANYTHING”
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” Sara’s expression had faded and her bottom lip whimpered. She began to cry.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” Sara shouted again. Sara rubbed at her eyes as the tears dropped from her cheeks. She nodded gently. Sakura huffed and kicked Sara’s duvet which had sprawled open on the floor. She slammed the door as she left.
~
“So…?”
“So what?”
“Ffffuckin’… how’s it going?”
“How’s what going?”
“Mate. Don’t be a dick”
“Haha fine. Okay… I think… the new girl’s buying it”
“Really? She was a stubborn bitch when she started”
“She is. But she’s gullible”
“Heh. She said anything?”
“Not really”
“Hmm”
“What?”
“I’m just… not over it all. They fucking pissed me off. I just wanna… fucking… you know”
“It’s alright, babe. You were all friends once? Right? Do you… need to do anything?”
“Don’t talk me out of it. Everyone’s gonna be there to see. Aren’t you pissed how she treated you?”
“Nah. We were hardly a thing. You know that. She wouldn’t even let me do anything”
“Fuckin’ frigid. Can’t drink either haha”
“No one even gave her shit for that, did they?”
“No. You certainly didn’t”
“Come on… that was just before… our thing? Remember?”
“Hmph”
“But then you came along”
“…”
“Don’t ignore me”
“…”
“You know what happens when you ignore me”
“…ughm…. uhh”
“Mhmm. Yeah. You know you like that”
After a few seconds, Charlotte pulled Tom’s hand from her underwear and squeezed.
“What?” he asked. She glared at him before smirking. She forced his hand onto hear left breast and leaned in to kiss him. As Tom leaned in, his thigh slipped from the wood and he fell onto Charlotte. His weight pushed her onto the log. She winced as some loose bark jabbed into her waist. She kicked him off and they both rolled onto the grass below. They fell out of the shade into the hot, exposed, mid-August sun lit clearing at the top of the hill. Tom fell to the grass and dirt with a thud. Charlotte swiftly clambered on top of him and rested her head on his chest. She could hear and feel the intensity of his heartbeat against her ear.
“Calm down” she murmured. He chuckled. She gently moved her waist as she could feel the bulge in his shorts rub against her.
“Still can’t get over the view here”
Tom scoffed.
“Are you… I’m?... I’m literally… and you’re talking about the view?”
Charlotte sighed.
“Lottie… really?” he persisted.
She sighed again before turning to face him.
“Fine” she agreed. She sat up, forcing herself up by pushing against his chest. She undid the button on his jean shorts and pulled the zip down. His boxers were tensing with his obvious erection beneath. He raised his eyebrows encouragingly. She firmly grasped it over his underwear and he choked on his breath. She loosened her grip and slowly pulled back the waistband of the material. His penis aggressively bounced up, stiff and startled. A slight breeze caused the trees above them to rustle. Tom tensed as the cool air wafted over his tip. At the sight of him tensing, Charlotte grabbed it with her right hand. She licked her lips as she began to pump her hand before gyrating her hips over his legs. Seeing Tom lean his head back into the grass, she opened her mouth and leaned forwards.
“Tomorrow then?” Tom asked after a while. It had cooled down slightly since they last spoke. Resting on the ground with their backs to the log, Charlotte slumped in Tom’s arms, they were watching the sights of the fields below the hill. Charlotte took a long drag of her cigarette and loudly blew exhaled.
“Yeah” she groaned, “tomorrow. “
“I’ll get the new girl on board”
“You better” Charlotte demanded, once again pulling her hand to her mouth and inhaling deeply.
“What… do you actually want to do?” Tom asked hesitantly. Charlotte pouted and somewhat aggressively tapped at the cigarette, causing the end of it to crumble and hit the dirt below. She sighed.
“Get them back” she said with no emotion. This time Tom sighed.
“At what cost?”
“What cost? Lula and Rosie made me look stupid and that new bitch, Sakra? Or… whatever. Fuckin’ punched Laruen. She wants the new girl. I want the others, okay!?” Charlotte huffed, forcing a load of smoke from her nostrils.
At first Tom smiled. As Charlotte leaned over to look in her bag his face dropped. He lifted his phone with a worrying look and rubbed his face with his left hand. Despite how he felt about Charlotte last year they seemed to have a good thing going. But he didn’t like her attitude. Any time he tried to encourage her not to be angry at something she turned on him. Not aggressively, but enough to demean him enough to not bother again. He had nothing again Lula or Rosie. He still secretly felt bad for catfishing Lula. Truth be told he did have feelings for her before. That cute, awkwardly confident, innocent girl dressed up as Wednesday Addams. The girl who stuck up for her friend when Charlotte pushed her into the sea. Charlotte was a strong character. Her personality outweighed her thoughts. She hated how Lula’s Mum had called her own after the party and complained about the alcohol. She hated how Lula hadn’t been publicly destroyed for wetting the bed. She hated how her attempt at humiliating Lula online was thrown back at her. She hated how, at that point, she realised her own personality had been used against her. She blamed Lula for that. Of course it couldn’t be her own fault. She wouldn’t accept that it was her fault. She was sure Rosie had something to do with it. She used to get on with Rosie really well but at the same time their friendship broke down, Charlotte was realising she could get what she wanted when she flouted her unstable confidence and breasts. She purposefully came onto Tom when she saw him being friendly with Lula. She wanted to steal him from her. Not because she liked him, but because she hated Lula. That’s all it was. She never told Tom that though. As far as he was concerned, he was with one of the most popular girls in school. He was getting sex. She was using her body to keep him around until she had gotten revenge. After that she didn’t need him. Did she care? Not really. She could get better. That’s what she thought anyway.
Charlotte flinched.
“You okay?” Tom asked, squeezing her knee.
“The fuck? Yeah. Why?”
“You drifted there” he admitted.
“Just thinking” she snapped. Tom sighed again. He liked this arrangement. He didn’t see them being together once he left for college but he was making the most of it. He didn’t even know about college. He’d considered doing the same as his cousins but could never convince himself it’s what he wanted. His cousins had land. A business. They had made money and were good at what they did. That’s why he liked coming to this spot on the hill. He could see their farm down below. He sighed again. He never spoke of them much though. Not since their convictions. Two of his cousins he got on well with ended up in prison for growing narcotics and possession of guns. He was never told the full story but apparently they were having problems with a buyer and ended up threatening and shooting at them until they left. The police were onto them for a while and got involved pretty quickly. As well as the farm, Tom’s house was searched as well in case him or his family were involved. They weren’t, but the whole experience seemed to have grounded him. He wanted to do something honest with is life.
“I’m going”
“Oh… okay?” Tom replied, “where to?”
“Meet the girls in town. Come on”
Tom leaned forwards and stood up before offering his hand to Charlotte. He pulled her up and hugged her.
“Back here tomorrow then?” he said hesitantly.
“Mmhmm” she muttered, tapping away at her phone. She pulled her hand from his and started walking back into the woods. Tom took one last look around before following Charlotte. Tom didn’t mind that Charlotte was ignoring him. It gave him time to think.
~
*knock knock knock*
Sakura ignored the feeble hits at her door.
*knock knock knock*
“What?” she barked.
The door creaked open and Sara hunched into Sakura’s room.
“Sorry” she said staring at the floor.
“No you’re not”
“I’m sorry” she pleaded again.
Sakura drove her head into her hands and let out an audible groan. She turned on her desk chair and stared down her sister. Her eyes were almost purple from where she had been crying. Sakura’s heart instantly dropped.
What have I done? Oh no. I’m so sorry.
“Come here” Sakura offered, opening her arms. Sara fell into her sisters arms and started crying again. Sakura rested her head on Sara’s and squeezed her tight.
“It wasn’t funny, okay”
Sara gently nodded into Sakura’s shoulder.
“I mean it. I never made fun of you when it happened to you al those years ago”
Sara’s nod turned into a shake of her head.
“Did I?”
“No. But you’re older”
Sakura paused. I know. I know… I don’t know why I…
“Look. Just don’t tell them okay?”
“Okay”
“Promise?”
“I promise” Sara cried, nodding back into Sakura’s shoulder.
“And I’ll keep a secret of yours” Sakura offered, “do you have a secret?”
Sara lifted her head and wiped her nose. She started thinking.
“No” she said.
“You don’t have any secrets?”
“Not yet. I’ll think of one!” Sara chirped up. Sakura smiled. That’ll keep her occupied for a while. She might even forget.
The girls often argued but their love for each other was strong. Whenever they were alone they were able to be silly but only because both parents were quite strict. Sakura had begun to think maybe this is why she kept wetting. It was rebellious. It was something her parents would never allow or understand. Something she had never had a problem with so why would she now? The last thing she needed was Sara to tell them what happened.
“I’ll think of a secret!” Sara yelled as she hopped off Sakura’s knees and ran out of the room. Sakura chuckled and looked at her phone. I should probably reply to Tom…
~
“What do you meeaann he’s said ‘hey’” Rosie joked.
“Look. Tom’s just said hey” Lula showed Rosie her phone. Rosie snatched it from Lula’s hands.
“Well. Fuck. What does he want? Have you been speaking to him!?”
“What? No! Give it back” Lula pinched at Rosie’s hand and arm before grabbing her phone. After munching away at another nugget, Lula swiped her phone open to prove she hadn’t messaged Tom for months. Her heart began to pound. She hated how she still felt nervous when she though to him. She had no idea why. Their short… whatever it was… was really nice. In fact, it was the closest she’d ever been to someone of the opposite sex. She never really got over the fact he just left though with no reason why.
“Fuck him” Rosie snapped, drinking the last of her Sprite from the cup.
“Sorry?”
“Not… not like that you whore. Don’t reply”
“Why would he message me like this? After so long?”
“I dunno. Saw on Facebook he’s with Charlotte now isn’t he? Just don’t get involved”
Lula sighed and pondered, staring at her phone screen. Rosie was right. Tom and Charlotte were together. Her chest tightened. Damn. Not only did Tom make her nervous but Charlotte made her anxious.
“You okay?” Rosie asked.
“Yeah. Just. Those two… you know?”
“Yeah I know what you mean” Rosie admitted, taking a handful of chips.
“Shit!” Lula snapped. Rosie laughed. Lula leaned to her right and wiped the new ketchup stain on the grass below. As she lifted the nugget she had caught between her legs she realised the sauce had stained the inside of her thighs too.
“Fuckin’… red stain. Awesome” Lula complained. Rosie carried on laughing.
“Could be worse” she joked, nudging Lula.
“Oh, har har” Lula replied, shaking her head as she fake laughed.
“Hmm… Sakura’s asking about tomorrow again” Rosie said with a mouthful of food.
Lula was frantically rubbing at her shorts.
“Lule’s… tomorrow?”
“Wh… what? What about it? What actually is it? Who’s going?”
“Wait… ohhhhh no” Rosie’s cheerful expression disappeared. Lula stopped what she was doing.
“What…?”
“I…”
“What?”
Rosie closed her phone down and sucked at her lips.
“What!?” Lula said louder.
“She… Tom invited… her”
Lula scoffed.
“What? Tom… her? Why? How? What…. What? Why?” Lula was confused.
“I… don’t know. She said she’s going”
“Tell her not to”
“She’s… hang on” Rosie said as she read the incoming messages.
“She’s… oh fuck”
“What, Rosie” Lula was getting increasingly concerned.
“She said she thinks he likes her. He’s been messaging her loads and then asked her to the thing tomorrow”
Both the girls said nothing for a while.
“Wh… what’s he doing?” Lula asked slowly.
Rosie shook her head. She had no idea.
“We’ve gotta look out for her” Rosie claimed.
“I can’t… I don’t…”
“Lule’s… this isn’t right. We need to go with her in case”
“Wh… No”
“No seriously. Why would Tom be messaging her if he’s with Lottie? And why would he message you? Why would he invite her to something tomorrow? She said it’s mean to be a big thing. What’s he… they… gonna do to her?”
“I can’t, Rosie. You didn’t even like her that much fter she saw… you know” Lula went quiet as people walked past. Rosie nodded aggressively.
“I know… I know. But. Especially after the whole… field thing… we’re her mates. She needs us”
Lula dropped her box of nuggets on the grass and held her arms. She closed her eyes to control her breathing. She felt Rosie’s hand squeezing her shoulder.
“We’ve gotta do something” Rosie encouraged.
In. hmph hmph hmph hmph. Out. hmph hmph hmph hmph. In. hmph hmph hmph hmph. Out. hmph hmph hmph hmph.
Lula opened her eyes. She nodded. |
The Surprise Reunion (Part 3)
Sunlight drenched the hillside. The distant fields rippled with a haze of warmth. The brilliant greens of the grass and trees enclosed the clearing. Another bead of sweat dropped from Charlotte’s forehead.
“S’fucking hot” she coughed, spluttering on her cigarette. She huffed and turned back to the group. Tom was sat on the log closest to the treeline and covered in shade. She took a sharp inhale and made her way towards him, flicking the butt of her cigarette into the carelessly assembled fire pit. The smell of burning tobacco rose from the flames as the piled sticks crackled. She held her right arm to her chest to avoid any further exposure to heat. Tom was laughing.
“Where is she?” Charlotte snapped, stepping into the shade and crossing her arms. Steve immediately stopped talking. Tom’s laughter turned into a sigh as Charlotte’s silhouette towered over him.
“Not here yet… babes” he replied carefully.
“No shit, Sherlock” she snaps again. In the time it took Charlotte to stomp forward and sit on the log, Tom and Steve shared a subtle shake of their heads. Tom closed his eyes and turned to Charlotte.
“You said she was coming”
“We’ve only been here about an hour”
Charlotte made a low grunting sound. She leaned forwards and spun the cap on the lukewarm bottle of vodka before taking a swig. She winced.
“We’ll get her wasted. So fucking wasted”
Tom sighed.
“You sure?” Tom asked.
“YES” she snapped even louder
Beth flinched and turned to face Charlotte as she yelled out. She hurriedly picked up a half-drunk bottle of coke and almost danced over to the log. Beth slumped down next to Charlotte and nudged her, offering her the bottle. She lowered her eyebrows and gently nodded towards Tom. Tom returned the favour. They were all in on this but only Charlotte seemed fully committed. Even Lauren who, after being victim to Sakura’s punch on her first day of school, encouraged Charlotte to plan this party was less excited about the things they had planned.
Charlotte snatched the bottle of Coke from Beth and mixed it with the remainder of the vodka. The liquids swirled and mixed as Charlotte shook the bottle.
“Don’t you think you should…” Beth was cut off.
Charlotte made a grunt sound as she shook her head and took a long swig from the bottle. Tom rested his left hand on her upper back and gently, but forcefully, lowered the bottle from her mouth. Charlotte spluttered as the bottle was pulled from her lips. She kicked out in anger causing her to lose balance on the log. Neither Beth or Tom had the time to react as Charlotte’s feet rose from the floor and up into the air. Her long, white t-shirt flustered as her backside slipped backwards off the log. Charlotte hit the ground with a thud; nearly empty bottle in her right hand. Silence fell amongst the group for a split second before Charlotte started laughing.
“Fuckin’ hell guys have some fun” she chuckled, raising her left hand to be picked back up. She looked up to the base of the bottle and carelessly threw it behind her. The smash caused Beth to flinch as the bottle broke into pieces against a nearby tree. Tom sighed before reaching over to help pull Charlotte up. She tensed her body as she was helped up. Her bladder twinged under the pressure of both the alcohol and her awkward position on the floor. The feeling didn’t phase her. Once sat back up, Charlotte scratched and pulled at the crotch of her blue jean shorts.
“Put the music on” Charlotte demanded, pointing eagerly at Steve, “Come with me I need a piss” she ordered to Tom, grabbing and tugging at his hand. Tom nodded at Steve who had already begun to pull a speaker from his bag.
“Maybe you should clam down a bit babes” Tom suggested as they stepped into the treeline. Some melodic R&B started playing loudly behind them. Charlotte scoffed.
“Nah. We’ve gotta have some fun. You know how shit this year’s been. And we gotta you know… get the new girl” her speech seemed somewhat slurred. Tom leaped forward to support Charlotte as she fell onto a tree for support.
“You’re gonna be fucked before she gets here” he said honestly. Charlotte didn’t reply.
She eventually rested on a tree and turned around. The deep blue of the sky could only just be seen through the branches and bushes they had trawled through.
“Here” Charlotte decided. Tom exhaled deeply.
“Hmmmppphhhokay” he repled, leaning against another nearby tree. He could make out the sound of Charlotte lowering her shorts as the denim dragged against her legs. Twigs snapped as she squatted and got comfortable. She started grunting.
“You okay?”
“I… I can’t…”
“Hmm?”
“I can’t fuckin’… stay…”
“What?” Tom asked, about to turn around.
“Look away, dickhead” she snapped. Tom obeyed. A few seconds passed.
“Actually… can you… like… hold me?” she asked, obviously struggling.
“Can I turn around then?”
“Mmm” she murmured.
Tom swiftly turned and faced a somewhat exposed and vulnerable Charlotte. Her shorts and thong were pulled as far as her knees and she was barely balancing against two trees. Tom chuckled.
“Fuckin’… fuck off” she giggled back groggily.
“You’re already fucked, aren’t you?”
“Nah” she replied unconvincingly. She gestured with one hand for Tom to come closer. He grabbed both her hands and leaned back to support her weight. She shuffled backwards and rested her lower back against one of the trees she’d been balancing against. Tom forced himself to look upwards towards the trees. Snippets of cerulean blue came and went as the branches gently swayed. A sound of pooling liquid got louder against the melodic singing of the birds. Tom could feel Charlotte rocking left and right. He dared to look down. Her head was slumped down as if unsupported. He could just make out the falling stream of pee behind her head and hair. He lowered his own head and caught a view of her naked crotch and the pee spitting from her. Tom suddenly flinched and glared upwards again as Charlotte raised her head. She coughed, causing a quick disruption in the stream.
“Done?” Tom asked eagerly.
“Yeah” Charlotte claimed, wiggling her backside before pulling at Tom’s hands gesturing to him to lift her up. Once back on her feet she quickly bent down and lifted her thong and shorts back up to her waist.
“I can’t believe Lula pissed the bed” she quickly spluttered.
“What?”
“You know… she pissed the bed after my Halloween party? Before you got with her?” Charlotte mocked.
“You we weren’t actually… together” he mumbled. Charlotte picked at the crotch of her shorts once again. She could feel the material of her thong cling to the slight dampness of her vagina.
“Whatever. I’ve got it!” she snapped. Tom raised his eyebrows.
“We’ll get the new girl fucked and make her piss her pants!” she almost yelled out.
~
Sakura trod lightly over the dried mud. She’d walked through these woods many times to learn the way home from school but she’d never gone this way before. She was sure this is the way Tom had said to go. She slipped her phone from the pocket of her black denim shorts and opened Google Maps once again. She pinched the screen and tried to get her bearings. She sighed and considered turning back home.
No. He invited me. He has been nice to me. I could meet more people. A party will be fun. Lula and Rosie never said they would come. Maybe I should call them? They would be here? Wouldn’t they? If we were all friends? Really friends? No. We are friends. But I can have other friends. A… boy… friend?
Sakura giggled at the thought of a relationship. She knew her introduction to the school wasn’t great and then the lockdown happened all so suddenly. She then sighed at the thought of her actual friends. Why weren’t they with her? Did they not like parties? She had never asked. She assumed they would just come along. She lifted her head and looked around. The faint smell of smoke drifted through the trees. Sakura smiled and marched forwards.
~
Lula rested her head against the tiled wall. She closed her eyes. The warm trickle of pee slithered down her right leg and pooled at her feet. The steam from the hot shower was moistening her skin. She scrunched her face, desperate to touch herself but determined not to give in. Her heart was thumping. Was it nerves? Anxiousness? Fear? She had no idea. The thought of being with Tom and Charlotte together was almost overwhelming. And how long had Sakura been messaging Tom? Why was she? Why was he?
Lula accidentally let out a moan and gasped as she finished peeing. She gave in. If today was going to be shit then she’d at least be in control now.
~
Rosie winced at the bright sky. A single bead of sweat fell from her forehead. The smell of sun cream was still faint under her perfume. She sniffed hard. Cut grass. A barbeque nearby. The flowers in a garden. The drains. Not as nice.
She pulled out her phone again. Still nothing.
Where is she?
Rosie approached the opening to the woods and frowned.
Lule’s is never late… to anything. The fuck?
She stood there perplexed. Lula was nervous. She knew that for a fact. She had already amped herself up to be supportive but still had no idea what would happen when they got there.
How many people will be there anyway? What do they want with Sakura? Christ… the last time we went near there we almost got shot.
Rosie closed her eyes and shook off the thought. She gazed down the footpath engulfed by trees. It was nice to see everything so green again. Winter seemed so long ago. The bare, spikey branches and frost covered mud. School seemed so long ago…
Shit.
About 20 minutes has passed. Rosie had perched herself on a grassy mound just inside the treeline. People kept passing giving her awkward looks. Rosie’s cheerful smile was slowly wearing off. She sighed.
“THE fuck?” she questioned, jumping up and brushing her backside.
“Sorry” Lula replied quietly. Rosie grabbed Lula’s shoulders and glared into her eyes.
“We’ll be alright, yeah?”
“Yeah” Lula answered unconvincingly. Rosie shook her.
“Stop”
“We’ll be alright, YEAH?” Rosie asked again. Lula let out a giggle.
“Yeah, sure, thanks” Rosie pushed Lula away slightly.
“Good. Then let’s do this thang” she encouraged.
Lula took a deep breath. She instantly cooled down as they walked through the shade. The sun sparkled above them through the leaves.
“So…?” Lula started.
“So what?”
“I dunno. What are we even…?”
“I don’t know either. But we have to get Sakura”
“I know. But.. you know. I don’t wanna be here”
Rosie nodded. She knew. She completely and totally knew how uncomfortable Lula was right now. The last time she’s had any proper interaction with Charlotte was when she pushed her into the sea on the school trip. She was still pissed about that.
“We’ve all got reasons for this to be… shit” Rosie admitted.
“Yeah” Lula agreed.
They both peered over to the now dense bushes to their right as they met crossroad.
“Need to go?” Lula tried to joke.
Rosie laughed, nudging her friend, “looks easier to hide in now though” she admitted.
“I can’t believe we… peed here…”
“I’m a free pee’er, me” Rosie mocked, raising her hands behind her head as if to lean back. Lula tried to laugh.
“But now you mention it” Rosie bobbed on the spot before pointing off the footpath.
“People could be out though, this way”
The girls trawled through the bushes a good distance off the track. They paused in a small clearing just big enough for them both to stand in.
“Watch for me” Rosie asked, raising her eyebrows and nodding in the opposite direction. She unclasped the button on her light blue jeans and wiggled them down to her knees. Lula turned around wide eyed. She knew where the footpath was but couldn’t see it from where they were. She heard Rosie shuffle next to her before the recognisable sound of liquid hitting the ground broke the silence.
“Weird” Lula scoffed.
“What?” Rosie asked, looking up at her.
“You’re not using your pants”
Rosie chuckled.
“Fuck you” she joked as the last few dribbles fell from her.
“Can’t wipe though SO…” Rosie started as she got to her feet and pulling her jeans to her waist, “…you could say I did” she smiled, doing up the button.
“Mmmhmmm” Lula mocked.
“Can you tell?” Rosie asked, trying to look between her legs.
“No?” Lula replied, confidently scanning Rosie’s crotch for damage.
“Good. Shall we do this then?”
~
Sakura slowly stepped out into the clearing. The sunlight was hot on her skin. She frowned as she looked upon people throwing things into a fire. The air rippled around them. Dark plumes of smoke flustered around as the fire burnt its way through stacks of leaves, sticks, and food wrappers. Shrieks of laughter could be heard behind the loud rap music. Sakura instantly became uncomfortable. She couldn’t see Tom.
“Ahhhhhh!” a loud scream pierced the commotion. Sakura snapped her gaze to the right. Two people had been pushed aside. Sakura’s face dropped as a busty, tall, blonde girl staggered a few steps closer. She had half a bottle of vodka dangling from her right hand and a cigarette in her left. Even stood still she couldn’t balance properly. Her white t-shirt was lightly stained.
“F…fuckin’ knew you’d… be here” she struggled to say, almost burping half way through. She staggered even closer again. Sakura crossed her arms to hold herself. A few more people had turned to face her. She took a step back.
Charlotte sneered as she hobbled towards Sakura. She pointed the bottle towards her.
“Here, new girl. Drink” she ordered. Sakura looked to the floor and shook her head. Beth shuffled over from the logs. She knew Sakura didn’t know who she was but worryingly stood with her arms crossed hoping to give any reassurance to the new girl.
“Well?” Charlotte snapped, raising her eyebrows. Sakura looked up to the bottle wobbling in front of her. The bottle was pushed into her folded arms. She flinched. Tom watched embarrassingly from the fire. She hadn’t seen him yet. He’d heard of her first day at the school and assumed she’d have been hardier. What he was watching seemed feeble and quiet. Nervous. Uncomfortable. This was his fault.
Charlotte forced the bottle further into Sakura’s chest. She felt her top dampen from the condensation on the bottle. The strong smell of alcohol and stale smoke filled her nostrils. She gave a grimace of disgust. Sakura glared up. Charlotte’s eyes were piercing. Her grin menacing.
Sakura, with her heart thumping against her chest, gently shook her head. Not only had she never really drank, the thought of sharing a bottle given the current circumstances seemed all but wrong. The music in the background had been turned down. Beth was tugging at Tom’s hand. There was a low chatter amongst everyone by the fire. The cracking and popping of twigs became louder as the situation grew more tense.
Sakura nervously peered over Charlotte’s shoulder an caught a glimpse of the boy she had been messaging. It was definitely him. Tall. Thick, wavy, brown hair. Biceps peeking below sleeves. A worried look on his face. He was gently shaking his head. Who is that holding his arm? Why hasn’t he spoken to me? Why am I…? Why is this…? She tried sidestepping to move closer to Tom. Her chest tightened. Charlotte scoffed and stomped into the dirt, blocking her way again.
“Oh… oh?! You thought? Hahahaha!” Charlotte snarled, “You thought… hahahaha… she thought!” she carried on laughing sounding forcibly surprised. Sakura’s eyebrows lowered. Her lip trembled. Had she been played? Was this all a trick? Her nostrils flared as she quickly became frustrated. She was pissed at Tom. He wasn’t coming to help her. He must be in on it. They all must be. And Lula and Rosie? They weren’t here. They’re in on it too. Her ‘friends’? She huffed. She glared back towards Tom. That shit. That bastard. Fuck him. Wait. Is that…? Next to Tom, her hair up in a bun, skin exposed and on show for the sun. Lauren. Sakura let out an audible groan. Lauren was grinning from ear to ear.
Charlotte was getting impatient. She scoffed again and raised her bottle for Sakura’s chest; this time pushing it into her. Sakura reacted. She grabbed the glass. Her fingers pressed tightly against Charlotte’s. Charlotte eventually let go.
“Theerree” Charlotte said slowly, letting the bottle slip from her grip. Sakura held it tightly for a while. Everybody watched. Some nervously, some eagerly. The quiet chattering subsided. A bead of sweat rolled from Sakura’s forehead. Their eyes locked before Sakura averted her gaze back to Tom and Lauren. She leaned back, grasping the bottle, before hurling it forwards. As if I slow motion, Charlotte’s eyes widened and she began to shout out loud, Lauren’s grin faded as she began to leap to the left, Tom turned and pushed Beth away. The crowd dispersed. Some ran towards the logs, some over the crest of the hill, some directly into the trees. The bottle glistened in the sunlight as it spun in the air. Sakura clenched her fists as she steadied her feet. She was ready to run. Charlotte’s head followed the bottle as it flew. Her whole body flinched, deciding whether she could leap and catch it, push the new girl to the floor, or if she could do anything quick enough in her current state. She winced as the sun caught her gaze. Sakura’s fists quickly loosened as she clamped them over her mouth. The bottle was corkscrewing towards the ground. Towards the fire. A lone, thick piece of wood shattered the bottle. The bone chilling smash filled the clearing. Shards of glass sparkled in mid air. A wide fireball erupted outwards as the vodka rained over the flames. The bass of the pop filled each person to their core. There was an intense whoosh as the alcohol burned outwards and towards the floor. The dry grass caught alight immediately.
There were screams and yells. Sakura had no idea if anyone got injured. She immediately regretted her decision. She grasped her mouth tighter. Charlotte turned back, wiping her hair from her face that had been blown by the rush of hot air. She was gritting her teeth. Her eyes piercing Sakura’s own. Sakura could make out people rushing around in the background but they were a blur. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw Charlotte’s face.
“You fucking…” she stuttered, too angry to finish a sentence, “I’m gonna…” she still didn’t know how to react. Sakura found the will to take a few steps back. Charlotte stomped forwards.
“I’m gonna kill you.. and your cunt little siste…” she was cut off. There was a loud thump.
~
A loud, deep whoosh ripped through the trees. Both Lula and Rosie looked up worried. They ran towards the entrance to the clearing. The branches and leaves obstructing their view parted and once again they were looking out onto the deep blue sky and rolling fields. Lula refused to look at the field at the bottom of the hill. As both he girls turned to their left they could make out the last of the smoke plume fading into the sky. There were people jumping away and curled up on the floor. A pool of flames had formed around the fire. Breathing heavily they both eventually saw Sakura with her back to them. Towering over her was Charlotte, open mouthed, wide eyed, wiping hair form her face.
As people to help each other off the floor, a loud thump rung through the air. Charlotte was forced to the floor. Dry dirt puffed around her as she fell.
“Sakura!” yelled Rosie. She turned to face the girls. Her breathing returned to normal. A hot wave of relief fell from her head to her feet. Her hands were shaking. She ran towards her friends.
“Charlotte!” yelled Lauren, clambering off the floor and tripping towards Charlotte’s slumped body. Her right cheek was red raw. She opened her eyes, wincing, inhaling, caressing her sore face. As she peered upwards she saw the bitch, Sakura. She growled as she caught a glimpse of Lula and Rosie too.
“No!” she roared, pushing Lauren away and climbing to her feet.
Tom brought his body away from Beth’s.
“Are you okay?!”
“Yes!” she clambered out of Tom’s arms as she saw what was happening. She saw Charlotte yell as she stood up and two of her old friends embrace the new girl running towards them. She twitched and scurried across the floor as a hot, orange glow approached her side. The ground was too dry. The fire was spreading. The pile of spare twigs and sticks started cracking as it caught alight. Dirty, dark grey whisps of smoke rose as the grass began to burn. Beth shot to her feet and tugged at Tom to do the same. People had begun bailing into the trees.
“Charlotte, no!” Beth yelled as she ran towards her. She grabbed her arm in a feeble attempt to restrain her. Lula and Rosie glared worryingly at Beth. Her face glistened with sweat and an obvious burn mark caused the skin on her left cheek to peel slightly.
“Go. Go! Gogogogo!” Lula ordered, pushing Rosie and Sakura towards the trees. Tom, unable to stop Beth form running towards Charlotte, took a deep breath as he saw Lula sprint into the trees. He jumped to his feet and instinctively ran after them. Despite tripping over her feet at first, Charlotte hobbled quickly after them.
Tom quickly caught up with the girls and grabbed Lula by the arm. She flinched, whimpered, and fell into his chest. She grabbed the person’s waist to steady herself. She inhaled deeply and tightly closed her eyes. She hugged tight. She sniffed again. She hadn’t smelt this in a while. A loose scent of body odour was masked by a familiar covering of Lynx. The grooves of the chest that her head fitted conveniently into. The place her hand reached to around the waist. The arm against her face. The hand holding her head. It was as if something imploded from within her. A forgotten feeling. No. A repressed feeling. Momentarily comforted. Safe.
Lula opened her eyes wide and started breathing quickly. She purposefully unclamped her hands and pushed away from the body. Her eyes were level with his upper chest. His face, red, slightly cut, hair dirty, looked down on her. Those eyes. It’s been so long. Oh. Oh no. Lula shuddered as a swarm of butterflies blew out from her abdomen. Her waist felt light and tickly as if sugar was falling beneath her skin. He grabbed her hand and she whipped it away. She lowered her eyebrows and punched his chest. She punched again. And again. And again. He didn’t react. In the moment of the embrace he realised all he had done wrong. He regretted luring the new girl into all this. He could see the anger, and maybe hatred, in Lula’s teary eyes. Suddenly Rosie and Sakura weren’t even there. It was just them two.
“Lula! Come on!” Rosie encouraged, holding Sakura’s arm.
“Look out!” she yelled.
Emerging from an the ever growing orange plume and heat rippling through the air, Charlotte appeared behind Lula dragging a large, warped stick. Lula heard Rosie’s warning, quickly spinning and ducking as Charlotte struggled to pick up the stick and swung it in front of her. Instinctively pushing Lula aside, Tom looked up and tensed for the impact. The stick snapped around his shoulder and splintered into his face, knocking him to the floor. Sakura whimpered and wriggled free of Rosie’s grip, running towards Tom and kneeling at his side. Rosie leapt after her and tripped to the ground. Her jeans rose up against her calves and she felt nettles bite at her ankles. Her backside hit the floor with a heavy blow. She exclaimed as she fell, her right leg under her left. The fall shocked her. Both Rosie and Sakura sat at Tom’s side as he lay there in pain. Lula slowly stood up, lowering her hands from her head.
“Bitch!” Charlotte yelled as she stepped towards them all. The plants behind Charlotte crackled as they began to burn away. Her arms and face glowed as sweat formed from the heat which was also dampening the mud stains up her arms. Sakura kept one hand on Tom’s shoulder and firmly held one of Rosie’s. Smoke started to bellow through the trees as the plants began to burn around them. Charlotte coughed a few times as she made her way to Lula cautiously deciding what to do. She stood between Charlotte and the other three on the ground behind them. Panting heavily, and starting to sweat herself, Lula considered charging at Charlotte. Maybe it was a long time coming. Do I have to protect them? What can I do? Maybe if all of us… No they can’t.
A high pitched scream ripped through the trees. Tom quickly sat up causing Sakura to fall to the floor.
“Beth!?” he shouts back, recognising the tone, “BETH!?” He struggles to his feet and hurriedly limps into the smoke.
“Tom!” Lula shouts after him. His name was bitter on his tongue. She hadn’t called him his name in a long time. A lump grew in her throat. Even Charlotte paused and watched Tom, who was supposed to be her boyfriend, limp past her towards a scream behind her. He disappeared into the rising smoke.
“TOM!” Charlotte beckoned into the darkness. Lula stared the same way. Sakura was rising to her feet considering running after him. Lula quickly looked around. He’s with Charlotte. Why do I care? Why… did he run after Beth? Why is Sakura worried? The fuck’s going on?
Lula looked down at Rosie for encouragement. This isn’t how they envisioned any of this going. They both gasped as Sakura ran after Tom. Rosie wanted to grab at Sakura’s legs but didn’t dare move. Her face was white and clammy; partially due to the amount of smoke but also due to embarrassment. ‘Not now’ she thought. Rosie was sat on the wettest patch of grass in the woods. Her fall, her fear, her shock… all had caused her to wet uncontrollably as she hit the floor. Lula could just make out the midnight blue patch of Rosie’s jeans. She had begun to cry. Lula retreated to her friend and knelt down to comfort her. Charlotte stood there confused and still very drunk. Her emotions were a mixture of deep, deep anger, slight fear for whoever was screaming, concern for her boyfriend… was he even her boyfriend? Was this the drink talking? Fuck these bitches. This is their fault. She started trying to breathe heavily but kept inhaling smoke. Her bare arms were starting to feel hot against the heat of the now somewhat raging fire.
“Rosie, hey!” Lula shook Rosie’s shoulders. She wanted to go after Sakura. Secretly, sort of but not really, she wanted to go after Tom. Was it Beth screaming? Did she need help? Was she trapped? No. All of her attention was on her best friend. Rosie was curled up on the floor cradling her legs. Like the time at the hotel, she had publicly wet and despised it. So much was going on. She also seemed to be in a state of shock. Lula shook her again.
“Rosie! Come on! Let’s go!” Lula said louder. She could too feel the heat on her left hand side. The smoke was starting to burn her eyes. She was surprised how quickly the fire was spreading but everything was so dry. It made sense. She could hear Charlotte coughing some way to her left.
“Rosie!” she shouted. Rosie looked up crying. Lula gave her a concerned look. She mouthed the words ‘come on’ to her. Rosie shakily nodded. As Lula helped Rosie to her feet, the dark wet patch on her backside and upper thigs was obvious. Her light jeans didn’t hide it at all. Lula tried to stand directly behind Rosie to stop Charlotte seeing the accident. She pushed Rosie to go. To run. To anything.
“HA!” they both heard behind them.
“You’re both pissy bitches!” Charlotte slurred, still coughing. Lula couldn’t see but Rosie’s face burned a rosy red. Rosie clenched both fists. Lula turned to face Charlotte. She was struggling to stand still. Both groggy and choking on smoke, a short wall of fire slowly approaching her from behind, she looked helpless and somewhat defeated. Another scream from the trees. All the girls loosened and gazed into the flames with concern. Charlotte’s face dropped. Was she starting to realise this was all one big mistake? Another scream. A more high pitched one. Sakura’s voice? Lula and Rosie shared a worried gaze. Lula took a step forwards. Rosie grabbed her wrist.
“You can’t…” Rosie whimpered. Lula wiped her eyes. They were stinging. How is Charlotte not crying yet? What’s she on? She took another step. She was really considering running to help. She didn’t know who but just to help… someone? Anyone?
“Lule’s…” Rosie whimpered again, tightening her grip on Lula’s wrist. Lula shook Rosie’s hand away. She turned to face her.
“Go. Go home” she demanded. Lula looked down at Rosie’s jeans. “Go home. Change. Get safe. I’ll call you” she hurriedly ordered. Rosie looked at her with tears in her eyes. They both knew what Lula was about to do was completely stupid. The girls hugged tightly. They pushed their faces into each other’s shoulders and tok deep breaths. They didn’t smell too smoky yet.
“Go” Lula demanded again. Rosie let go of Lula, wiped her face, and ran back the way they came. Lule turned to face Charlotte.
“We can help them!” she offered. Charlotte had no expression. “We can!” Lula offered again. Charlotte didn’t reply.
“Fine! Fuck you Charlotte! This is your fault! Stay here and be a bitch!” Lula yelled at Charlotte. She didn’t run. She wanted to see where she was going. As well as she could anyway. She stormed past Charlotte. Charlotte watched her go.
“Last chance?” Lula offered once more. Charlotte just stared, wobbling on the spot. Lula sighed and carried on.
It was hot. It was smoky. Lula trod carefully as she took each step towards the screaming. TOWARDS the fire. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Bitch. Turn back. Turn back. Help Sakura. Find Tom. Urrrgghhhh. She had conflicting thoughts but had already pushed forwards. Her eyes continued to burn. She kept rubbing them. The patches of flames on the floor heated the denim of her jeans. Her legs, and especially her ankles, were beginning to feel hot. Too hot. If she stayed low she got hot and sweaty. If she stood up he started to choke.
Another scream. A muffled shout from a male.
Lula flinched, turned, and decided to run. Big mistake. She immediately stepped into a puddle of flames and lifted her right foot in surprise. She lost her balance and fell backwards. She winced as she hit the floor and rubbed her eyes again. Her jeans were scorching against her skin. She frantically moved her head around. Disoriented from the fall, all Lula could see was flickering orange and yellow. The roar and crackle of fire surrounded her. Tears leaked from her red, puffy eyes. Is this it. I should have gone with Rosie. I should have gone. I should have gone. Fucking idiot. This is it. I tried to help. I shouldn’t have helped. I had to help. This is it. Fucking stupid.
Lula spun around on her backside, trying to recognise the way she came from. Stupidly, she spun enough times to lose all sense of direction. Sticks still crackled. Wood popped. Sweat poured down her face. Suddenly she was pulled to the floor from behind.
Lula struggled frantically, kicking up leaves and dirt. A tree root dug between her shoulder blades. She coughed and spluttered. A constant stream of tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyelids, red and swollen, stinging her vision, were almost impossible to keep open. The skin on her arms and face blushed and sweaty. Her jeans still warm. An odd, familiar feeling she thought. She didn’t think she had… It had all happened so quickly. Panic had set in.
Groggy, unbalanced, and towering over Lula, Charlotte and slumped down with her right knee cushioned against the dirt to Lula’s left side. Lula could only just make out her white top and blonde hair through her watered vision. She had to close her eyes again. She had to squeeze them shut. Her breathing became erratic.
After a few seconds of supporting Charlotte’s dead weight Lula felt her move. Attempting to stand, Charlotte’s mouth breathing became heavier. What’s she doing? What’s she…
Lula aggressively wiped down her eyes and tried to open them once again. Charlotte was glaring down at her, fists clenched. Lula clamped her eyes closed again. Keeping them open was too painful. But she had to see. She had to prepare for whatever was going to happen. She wiped again and squinted. She could make out Charlotte coughing herself. One more quick wipe. Her face scrunched in sweat as a stinging pain pulsated around her eyes. Breathe. Just open… eyes…
Charlotte was leaning forwards. Her hand coming closer to Lula’s face. Lula winced. She flinched. She scrunched her nose and held her breath. Time stood still.
Lula opened her eyes as well as she could. Charlotte was still on top of her extending a hand. She hadn’t hit her.
“Get up then dickhead!” Charlotte yelled. Lula paused. What the fuck?
“Get up!” she yelled again, this time grabbing Lula’s hand and pulling. What. The. Fuck?
Lula pushed up from the floor and let Charlotte help her up.
“Come on!” Charlotte yelled again, keeping hold of Lula’s hand and tugging at it. Lula frantically shoved her spare hand between her legs. They were warm. Hot in fact. But they weren’t wet. It was just heat. Relieved, especially in front of Charlotte, she let Charlotte pull her away.
Slowly, and not so carefully, Lula was pulled left and right; around trees and through thick smoke. After a while the air became clearer. They were escaping the smoke. Escaping the heat. They carried on through the undergrowth before almost tripping out onto a footpath. They stopped, letting go of each other’s hands, and leaned forwards to catch their breath. Looking back, Lula couldn’t see more than ten meters into the treeline. Bright, flaming glows could be seem flickering as plumes of dirty grey and black rose through the tree branches. Both girls were breathing heavily.
“Where’s Rosie?” Lula asked.
Charlotte shook her head. She hadn’t seen her.
“Why?” Lula asked again, unwillingly sounding angry.
“I didn’t see her” Charlotte slurred.
“No… why come and get me?”
Charlotte shook her head again, panting.
“Rosie!” Lula tried to shout. Her throat was becoming rough. It felt like running bare muscle over sandpaper when she tried to speak.
“Roasiiie” she tried to shout again. It hurt. Her throat started to ache.
The bright blue amongst the branches above them started to disappear behind black.
“Come on” Charlotte said, still catching her breath. Lula didn’t want to but knew they had to keep moving. This time with their hands to their selves, they stumbled on and off track to wherever the cleanest air was. A few times Lula had to help Charlotte up as she had slumped to a knee or bashed into a tree.
It seemed like hours but they eventually saw a bellow of light at the end of the footpath they had been following. The girls burst out into a residential estate. The street was empty. There was a faint smell of smoke. Charlotte hobbled off to the left and Lula followed. Now back out in the open, Lula could see peeling skin and burnt skin up Charlotte’s legs. Her hair had become dry and knotted. Her shorts were muddy and grass stained. Her white top was torn and equally as dirty. Lula had no idea where Charlotte was leading her but they kept moving. She had no idea how bad she looked. They eventually reached a main road. Sirens came into earshot. People were stood on the street peering and point up above the rooftops from where they’d came from. The girls turned and, oddly, admired the plume of black smoke erupting from the treetops behind the estate. People started to notice the girls. They started speaking loudly and fumbling around.
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“Call an ambulance!”
“Come here”
There was a sudden interest in Lula and Charlotte. Lula realised she must also look a state if people were this worried. Overwhelmed with the commotion, Lula looked left and looked right and spun around. She didn’t know who to respond to. She also couldn’t clearly see. People exclaimed in shock and surrounded Charlotte. She had collapsed. Her breathing was shallow. Lula carefully sat herself down on the kerb and accepted a bottle of water from someone. She had no idea who but knew it was bring thrusted in her face. She spluttered as she sipped and closed her eyes. They burnt. They throbbed. She was crying but the build up of tears against her puffy eyelids stung even more. Her breaths were short but controlled. Sweat continued to drip from her chin. She could hear the crowd around Charlotte on her left hand side. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and with that her ability to think straight. She became dizzy. She felt like the world around her was spinning and wobbling. Her stomach jumped and she felt sick but the contraction of her throat made her dryly cough. The soreness of her throat was starting to pulsate through her as the need to escape was fading away. Her arms and legs felt limp as her forehead fizzed and felt cold. Lula then also fell backwards onto the tarmac below. The ground was solid but oddly comfortable. She still couldn’t open her eyes. Tears leaked from the sides of her eyes and down her cheeks. She felt a rush of water over her forehead where someone was gently tipping a bottle over her to cool her down. Her breathing slowed as the pain became stronger. I… I… Hmphhh. Hmphhh. I… She couldn’t think straight. She was in so much pain but was aware she was now safe. The feeling of safety blanketed her and she let her body relax. Then it happened. With all her focus on trying to breath with as little pain as possible, her bladder relaxed and she felt the warm denim against her crotch dampen and become heavy. She felt the rush of pee against her underwear and soak her backside against the curb. She heard the shock of people and shuffling around. It was already happening and she couldn’t stop it. It felt good against the throb of her throat. With each exhale she felt her bladder push a bit more as her pee escaped in waves. She heard a siren in the distance come closer and closer. It was almost as the pee finished dripping from beneath her jeans Lula could no longer feel the brightness of the sky inside her eyelids as everything went quiet and black. |
What happened?
The lift doors slid shut. Rosie’s jeans were saturated. She was curled up in a puddle of her own pee. Lula’s heart pumped. She was out of breath. The lift wobbled as it moved. Rosie cried into her arms. Lula stared as the screen above the doors flashed before they read ‘Floor 4’. The lift dinged. The doors slid open.
Lula turned around and looked down to pick up Rosie. She wasn’t there. The lift had opened on both sides. Thick stems and oversized leaves invaded the doorway. Lula could hear a bellowing laugh in the distance. She flinched hard as a loud bang went off. Her ears rung. She heard a flock of birds rustle the tall plants. She whimpered, turned around, and began running. She felt her skin scratch and her clothes tear as she sprinted through the plants. She felt the beads of sweat trickle down her forehead. The overbearing plants blocked direct sunlight but kept the heat to the ground. She heard another loud bang behind her. Her heart fell from her chest and she skidded in the mud, grabbing a thick stem to keep her balance. Pulling the plant harder, she turned right and scrambled forwards again. She was panting heavily.
The laughing behind her lessened as Lula burst from the field of crops. She leaned forwards with her hands on her knees completely out of breath. She was at the corner. It was night. The cool breeze tickled her bare skin where her clothes had been cut. She wiped her forehead hard and looked up. Tom? Dressed as Spider-Man? No. No!
After another deep breath, Lula turned and ran again. Where’s Rosie? Where’d she go? Lula shot a look down the streets as she ran down the middle of the road. It had started to rain. Cars drove past her on both sides. Tyres sloshed through the puddles at the kerb. Suddenly she was dazed by some bright headlights. Rubber screeched in the road as she lifted her hands to her face. Still out of breath and now whimpering, Lula leaped right and onto the pavement. She heard the vehicle speed past. Each of the tyres driving through the big puddle before her. Each time she was soaked in dirty rain water. Her jeans were soaked the first time. Her lower shirt and jeans again on the second. The loud bang again. The farmer?! A shotgun?! In the streets?! Oh fuck!
Lula, now scared, rushed to her feet and began to run again. She felt a new splash each time a car drove past. They seemed to be driving faster with each thump of the shotgun in the distance behind her. Her feet were beginning to ache as she pounded against the pavement. She frantically skidded towards the corner of her street and to her front door. She pulled her schoolbag round to her front and looked for her keys. They weren’t there. What the fuck? What the fuck!?
Lula dropped the bag at her feet. She gasped. When did I put on my school uniform? She raised her arms to see the sleeves of her school jumper pulled to her elbows. The cuts to her skin from the field were still there. The jumper was heavy from the rain. But it was no longer raining. She looked left and right then turned with her back to the door. It was late evening. The sun was gently setting behind the rooftops. There was a strong smell of wet tarmac from where it had been raining. This wasn’t her street?
Lula turned again to see the door to Rosie’s house wide open. Trying to catch her breath she hopped inside and slammed it closed. She winced then listened. Quiet. Will he find me here? He can’t find me here?
A long, dark passageway greeted her as she turned away from the door. Ambient red lighting guided her to the end. The overbearing screen of the cinema flashed grey then white then black and grey again. A subtle static noise filled the room. The door made a sound behind her. Lula jumped and jumped towards the seating above her. The door swung open, hitting the wall next to it. The noise echoed throughout the room.
Lula cradled herself on the floor in the middle of a row of seats. Spilt coke and popcorn littered the floor. A shotgun was cocked. She clamped her mouth with her right hand. Her left hand grasped the seat to her left. It was wet. The velvet fabric was soaked through. Her backside began to damped as she realised the floor beneath her was also wet. She let it swing upwards as liquid quietly dripped from the seat.
Single, evenly spaced, but loud footsteps hit the floor. One, after another, after another. She could hear the faint heavy breathing of an unfit man. Lula’s heartbeat echoed through her head. She thought he could hear it.
The shotgun was fired. Lula slammed her eyes shut and curled up tighter than before. The noise bellowed and echoed through the room as shards of plastic and roofing fell from the ceiling. Lula could feel dust and bits of roof fall into her hair. Her hand trembled against her face. She desperately tried not to scream out loud.
Another step. He was getting closer. He was climbing the stairs between the rows of seats. She had to move. She knew it. After a few, quick, deep breaths Lula clambered backwards over the sticky, littered floor. She heard the man grunt. He knows I’m here. He heard me. Fuckfuckfuck!
She looked towards the ceiling to see smoke bellowing from the hole. Flicks and sparks of bright orange hidden behind thick, black smog. The layer of smoke had started to descend towards the floor once she saw it. She had to escape.
At the end of the row of seats she looked left and saw the bright green exit sign above a door. Her eyes were fixed on it. Her nose beginning to fill with smoke. She uncontrollably coughed. The shotgun went off again. Lula fell to the floor, tears forming in her eyes, her throat desperate to cough and splutter. Some of the seats were now on fire. She turned back to see the fat man at the end of the row. There was a wall of fire behind him. He pointed the shotgun down the row of chairs. Lula curled up and literally rolled out of the way. Her back ached as she fell down two steps. Pushing herself from the floor she darted towards the exit door. The bright green light just about visible through the suffocating smoke. With another loud blast from the shotgun behind her, she burst through the door and pushed it shut behind her.
Lula’s heart skipped a beat as she was surrounded by people in fancy dress. Her eyes began to water as she heard Charlotte’s piercing laugh from the next room. No. Nononononono. She could feel her hair was thick with smoke and knew she had been sat in a puddle of… something? Her hands were sticky from the floor. She can’t be seen like this.
Pushing through the group in front of her, Lula raced up the stairs. She could feel the dampness of her school tights stick to the hard wood flooring as she climbed. A faint ‘shlap’ sound with each step. Atop the stairs the noise of the people lessened. Lula burst into the room on her right and closed the door. She took a second to catch her breath. She closed her eyes. Once open she peered down to the airbed on the floor. The same airbed she used at Rosie’s. The same sheet too with a huge wet spot over it. Crumpled at the end as a pair of black jeans. But this was her room? She was home. She was safe. Tears rolled down her face as she fell face down onto her bed. Her pillow absorbed her tears. She turned around and pulled the duvet tightly up to her neck. She took a deep breath. She was safe. She was relaxed. She wasn’t being chased. Everything was okay.
As she got comfortable, Lula’s muscled began to go limp. She had stopped wiggling her toes and her hands had fallen from the duvet. As she felt herself drift off she naturally started to pee. She felt the familiar pooling of the warm liquid beneath her. The undeniable hiss of someone wetting the bed. She could feel her underwear soak and the dribble of pee fall from her. The puddle grew and she felt it tickle her lower back. Her breathing had slowed back to a normal rate. She was safe.
~
The feeling was all too familiar. Lula scrunched her face. It hurt. She moved her hands towards her waist. The sheet was wet? The sheet is wet.
“Fuck!” Lula whimpered as she attempted to sit upright. She only managed to raise her head. Now awake, she was fully aware that she was indeed peeing. Her muscles had already relaxed. She couldn’t stop it now. It didn’t feel as good anymore.
Everything was dark. What were these green lights around her room? Her bed felt funny? Stiffer? Less comfortable? Her pillow softer? This isn’t my duvet? Lula glared down at her covers and saw they were a sheer white. She could at least tell that much in the darkness of the room. An artificial ambient light shone around the doorframe far off to her left.
My door isn’t there? That’s not my door!? This isn’t my room!?
She tried to push herself up even more. It hurt. Her chest hurt. She coughed. That hurt more. She fell back to the bed. She coughed again, spitting into her hands. She groaned.
Lula eventually rested her head into the pillow and turned it right. Usually her wall would be there but she could see further into the room. A window was about five meters away. She could make out another light from somewhere outside and a… curtain between her and it? A curtain? Shower curtain? What the…?
As Lula was taking in her surroundings, she noticed the tall unit beside her. She had her own green lights. What the fuck? Her neck hurt to turn. She was forced to look forwards again. But back to the matter at hand, she remembered she had just wet the bed. Not her bed. But a bed. She patted the sheet beneath her just to confirm. It was confirmed. Everything was soaked and still slightly warm.
This must be a dream too? It MUST be? Still unsure and a bit groggy, Lula convinced herself this was all fake. The only thing that felt real was the big wet patch beneath her that was getting progressively colder. She sighed. There was nothing she could do. Her body hurt. She didn’t know where she was. She thought she should just go back to sleep.
The door to her left opened up. She froze. The guy with the gun? Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. What could she do? She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. That’s all she could do… right? A pair of flat top shot shuffled along the hard floor. She could feel the ambience of a light despite her eyes being closed. The shuffling footsteps came closer before stopping next to her bed. A hand. A hand was touching her bed. Her cover was being lifted. Her…
“Oop” murmured a gentle voice, “Oh dear” it said again.
“Are you awake, Miss?”
Lula didn’t reply.
“Miss?” asked the voice again, still quietly.
Lula caved and opened her eyes, turning towards the welcoming voice.
“Hello” smiled a young woman in blue scrubs, “you appear to have…” Lula could make out that she was pointing at her bed.
“Wet the bed” she mouthed with some voice coming out. Lula felt her face get sore with redness. She nodded guiltily.
“Are you happy for me to…” she began, “change you?” she mouthed again.
“Who are you?” Lula whispered. It seemed appropriate to stay the same volume as the woman.
“I’m on of the nurses here” she replied.
“Nurses?”
“Yes, Miss. You’re in hospital. You’ve been asleep for about a day”
About. About a DAY!? WHAT THE FUCK.
“What… what happened? |
What happened? (Part 2)
“What why?!”
“We just can’t. We’re not allowed. No one’s allowed in”
“That’s not… that’s not fair! I’m not on a Covid ward!”
“No one is allowed anywhere, Lula. Sorry. Look, we’re outside now. We’re here. But they won’t let us in”
Lula dropped her phone to her lap and rested her head back on her pillow. Her eyes welled with tears. She had to raise her head again though as her throat ached as it stretched. She lightly coughed into her elbow before focusing back on her screen and her Mum’s face.
“So… what happens then?” she asked worryingly.
“You wait I’m afraid. Get better. Let your throat heal. Don’t leave the ward” her Mum began to well up herself. Tears were leaving streaks down Lula’s cheeks.
“I don’t know how long that’ll be” she cried.
“Stay safe, honey” her Mum said before both her and Lula’s Dad blew kisses to the phone. Lula tried to smile but failed. The call ended. Her throat was dry again from where she had been speaking. She had suffered some lasting damage from smoke inhalation. Luckily she was Covid free, but the nurses were worried her condition would make her vulnerable to pick up further problems. Whilst keeping an eye on her they were trying to reduce actual contact. All the staff were masked up and wearing flimsy plastic aprons. They had kept Lula in the same ward she woke up in a day before. That phone call was the first time she was awake enough to even try and have a full conversation with someone other than her main nurse, Claire.
She had gotten to know Claire quite well. Against her will anyway, she thought. Claire was lucky, or unlucky, enough to be the one clearing up after Lula’s accidents; which she had had a few of since being brought in. She was so physically exhausted that her body was resting through some usually controllable bodily functions. Lula hated it. She felt disgustingly not in control of her own body but knew she had to let her throat heal.
Lula was already sat in a damp puddle she had made earlier. Her parents were allowed to drop off a single bag of homely comforts. Claire was now able to help change Lula into a few pairs of her own pyjamas. She hated how Claire was responsible for cleaning the pee out of her own clothes. She knew it was… her job… but she felt guilty and embarrassed. She hadn’t yet taken advantage of it though. She wanted to like being able to, quite literally, wet the bed whenever she wanted. But she felt bad. She felt awful. She didn’t want to make anyone’s job harder. But damn. She knew if she was here much longer that she could.
Shuffling her backside from side to side, Lula felt the damp sheet tug and pull. There was a quiet rustling as the sheet moved. She sighed. She tingled slightly down there. No. No. Nonononono. N.O. She couldn’t let herself get excitable. She could hardly move out of her bed without getting tired, let alone try and touch herself. And there were people in the beds around her. Just no. But dang, she wanted to.
She had only conversed with the person on her left and right. To her left was an elderly woman maybe in her 70’s. She was hooked up to a pressure thingy? A bleepy machine? She struggled to breath sometimes but Lula couldn’t figure out why. She was a nice lady who meant well but couldn’t carry a conversation for too long before having to use her ventilator to breath. Lula had a ventilator too hung up on her right hand side. She tried not to use it much but it was nice to soothe her throat every now and then. A quick swig of cooling air to fill her throat. A fresh tickle of, what she could only compare to, ice cold water after brushing your teeth. The person on her right was probably in her twenties. A larger girl who was a mouth breather. That annoyed her. She would get up and loaf around in her slippers. She wouldn’t even pick her feet up off the floor. Lula couldn’t really figure out why she was here. She seemed fine on the surface other than maybe being unhealthily… large.
Lula plugged her phone back on charge and left it on the white metal table to her side. She pulled up her cover and hid beneath it to hide the fact she was crying. She stared at her long, pink pyjamas covering her legs. They were noticeably darker around her crotch but it had been a while so she assumed they were starting to dry out naturally. She huffed at turned to her right before dryly coughing. Crying was bad. Crying hurt.
“Are you. Okay? My dear” she heard a faint voice outside the duvet. Like a meerkat Lula peered her head back into the open. It was Dottie on the bed to her left. She was leaning over and had pulled the ventilator away from her mouth. Lula wiped her eyes and sat up.
“Yeah” Lula lied. “Just miss my parents”
“Oh dear. Is that who you were speaking to?”
“Yeah” she admitted, drying her eyes again, grunting to ease her throat.
“It’ll be okay, you know” Dottie said gently.
“What will?” Lula asked. Dottie put her ventilator back on and took a few deep breaths. She pulled it back off and took a few more. Her lips were now wet.
“You. You’ll be okay. I’ve seen a lot of people come through here. I heard them saying what happened to you. Terrible. I can’t begin to…” she took another couple of breaths from her ventilator. “I can’t begin to imagine how… or why… you were in that situation but apparently you helped another girl get out too. You’re kind. You have a big heart. Someone or something is looking out for you”
Does she mean Charlotte? Is Charlotte here? Or Rosie? Oh, Rosie. I hope she’s okay. She must have got out before me. I told her to. She must be.
“What are people saying? When I’m asleep? Was it… bad?” Lula asked She had purposefully avoided any news about the fire. She felt guilty enough as it was but also too tired and had slept through most of her time in the hospital so far.
“I’ve only overheard, my dear, but I don’t mean to pry” Dottie admitted.
“No… no… what do you know? Have they said any names? Rosie? Sakura? Charlotte? T… Tom? I’m not… I didn’t start the… what? Do they think I was involved?”
Her head hurt. She had so many questions. She fumbled for the cup of water on her table. Her throat was drying out. She groaned again.
“Take it easy” Dottie chuckled. “Kids will be kids” she admitted. “Like I said, you have a kind heart and I don’t think you’re capable, if I may say, of causing harm to others. They have said that you were only there momentarily? Apparently to help? Some other people your age have spoken out and said that you, Lula? Right? Were worried for a friend? Hmm. Like I said. Kind” Dottie laid on her back and replaced her ventilator. Not only before giving Lula a big, wrinkled smile, Lula smiled back, her eyes filling up again. At least her eyes didn’t burn anymore. She believed that’s all she was getting from Dottie today. She tired quickly. Her heart melted for Dottie. Her slow, considered words. The honesty in everything she said. Hoe long had she been there? How long had anyone not been able to see her? Lula felt sorry for her. She felt like Dottie was extended family even though she’d only known her for a few days. Dottie had tried to brush her wispy white hair a few times only to fail and give up, sighing. Lula imagined she usually had someone to do it for her. She desperately wanted to help her in the mean time. Not as much however, she was desperate herself to pee suddenly. This must be why she felt so dehydrated all the time. But she was awake. She was aware. This would be the first time so far she would decide to wet the bed. There was no way she would try and get down and find the closest toilet; which, actually, she had no idea where it even was. She was keen to get up and start walking about but was just too… fucking… tired… all the time. She took a long, dry, deep breath before turning and facing the ceiling.
“Thank you” she whimpered, peering back over to Dottie. Lula could make out the old lady clenching her first in support and bobbing it up and down, as if wanting to grab Lula’s own hand tightly. Lula started trying not to cry again.
Overwhelmed with emotion and pain, Lula gave in and decided to stop holding. The bed was already wet. She already needed to be changed. She hid back beneath her covers and watched as a pale yellow puddle grew beneath her, resoaking the sheets and darkening her pyjama bottoms once more. She could feel the material of her underwear cling to her dampened skin as the warm pee cascaded down her crotch. She had already guessed that he mattress was protected. It was a hospital, why wouldn’t it be? She had always assumed that hospital beds were made of that shiny plastic and any liquids just ran off but her pee wasn’t running anywhere. Her backside was drowned in a slowly absorbing pool of her pee. She wiggled slightly to let the pool move around her. Was anyone watching? Did anyone know? Does it make a difference? Had people seen or heard her do it while she slept? Was she actually getting away with this? To an extent it was exhilarating; wetting the bed in a room of people. Lula groaned. She couldn’t hold it back. She began to tingle some more. She burnt with excitement. She spluttered. Her throat was dry. The mood was killed.
After a deflated ten minutes or so, Lula finally considered how weird it actually was. Peeing. Wetting. With no ability to react to the act it became redundant. It wasn’t an effortless task. Cleaning. The mess. Hiding evidence. Timing. Not being caught. Like sure she loved doing it as much as she hated to admit it but having just been able to wet herself and the bed she was laying in, in public, in front of other people, in broad daylight, the act became meaningless? The awkwardness wasn’t there. The ability to actually do it killed the mood.
Am I just dirty? Christ… what else could I do in secret to turn me on? Something less messy? Less time consuming? Less planning?
Lula’s mind raced with thoughts. She reflected back to when this had all started. The infamous day where she had forgotten her house keys and was stuck outside in the rain. That first decision to literally piss her pants. That feeling. The rush. The luck. The opportunity. The fact her crotch was as warm with pee now as it was back then. That sudden high of ‘what the fuck am I doing?’ mixed with ‘this is fucking great!’. A strange and unnatural taboo situation. For a second she was grossed out. The mood quickly passed. She remembered how her bond with Rosie had grown since they realised what they both did. The experiences they had shared. What they had seen each other do. How they had helped each other. Every cloud has a silver… huh, silver… gold? Cloud? Rain? Golden… rain? The fuck…? She shook the thought from her head. She enjoyed the feeling of her own pee and wettings but always pushed the thought of someone else doing it… to? …on? her?... out of her mind. That did gross her out. But why? Why did her limit seem to end there? Why not…? No. You dirty bitch.
The thought of messing had crept back again. She briefly thought about it earlier that morning; knowing she was bed bound for possibly a long time. She, luckily, hadn’t needed to do it yet but what would happen when she did? Press the button and get the closest nurse to help her to a toilet? The thought of the situation filled her with a boiling hot embarrassment. She knew whoever saw to her would clean her up. They had to. It’s their job. But… she’d never done it before. Pee was one thing but… poop? That’s very different. Her curiosity was sparked though. Like her first few experiences trialling wetting. She knew it was wrong and disgusting but she did it anyway? This could be her opportunity to literally do whatever she wanted and get away with it. Her parents would never know. Once the curtains were closed no one else in the room would know. The nurses would know… that would be the killer. But they’ve seen worse… right?
Lula needed a distraction. Being more awake and alert she had been since she arrived, she picked up her phone and stared at the lock screen/ Nothing. Why hadn’t Rosie texted? Nothing from Sakura? Nothing from anybody. Did she dare look on Facebook? But why hasn’t Rosie called? Why hasn’t she said anything? I should… message her? Does she know I’m here? Is she here somewhere? God I need to know.
Lula: “Hey where are you?”
Nothing.
Lula: “What happened?”
Nothing.
Lula: “I’m in the hospital”
Nothing.
Lula: “I’m okay though!” she panickily typed.
Nothing.
Lula: “Please get back to me”
Nothing.
Lula felt angry. Why wasn’t Rosie replying? Why hadn’t she said anything? Lula reluctantly opened Facebook.
‘Local youths burn down beauty spot’
‘Kids commit arson’
‘Teenagers missing after woodland fire’
MISSING?!
Lula clicked on the article and frantically skimmed the text. No names. Fuck. She had no idea who to message. She didn’t want to speak to her parents again as she’d end up crying. Who was there? She’d heard nothing from Sakura either. Were her and Rosie together? They can’t have been. That’s not what she remembered. Her phone shook in her hands. She had started to sweat. Her heart raced. Her throat pulsated with pain.
Lula: “Help”
Nothing.
Lula: “What happened?
Tom: “ (o o o) “ |
A Nightmare Situation
FYI there’s messing in this chapter. Sorry not sorry. Enjoy, hopefully.
Also, in response the above question. No. Nothing like this ever happened to me. Thank you for asking. I do know through a friend though who had a traumatic injury. I’m shamelessly pulling from their experience. They recovered I should add, to ease my guilt. We’re still good friends. But yes, some of what Lula goes through I have also been through. What though? You’ll never know ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The lift doors slid shut. Lula turned to face Rosie. She wasn’t there. Panic set in. She frantically turned around, spinning on her feet. Rosie wasn’t in there with her. Lula patted at the walls of the lift. She could feel a slight vibration in her palms. The lift was definitely moving but she couldn’t tell in which direction. Strangely however, she knew what was coming. There was a loud ding. Both sets of doors opened. Smoke bellowed into the lift from her right and plants fell onto her from the left. Lula instinctively turned away from the smoke and ran left, covering her mouth. Instantly she was overwhelmed by the muggy heat trapped by the oversized leaves. Smoke started to seep through the lift that was just sat in amongst the plants. A shot was loudly fired off in front of her. Lula flinched and ducked. Another shot. This time something flew over her head. Pieces of plant and twig brushed past her. The wooden frame of the lift took an impact and splinters exploded outwards from the black smoke. Lula whimpered and then ran.
Smoke started to block out the sunlight. Day was becoming night. The ground beneath her was getting muddier. Her trainers were starting to get stuck in the thick soil. Her face was hot and layered in sweat. Her fringe was stuck to her forehead. She darted left again hoping the ground would dry out. Looking over her shoulder she saw a wall of smoke. Surely nothing could be following her form behind?
“Lula!” yelled a voice.
Lula tripped to a halt. She fell and faceplanted the floor. Maybe not conveniently so, the ground had hardened and the impact of the solid mud smashed against her chin. She moaned out loud in pain and rolled onto her back with her knees in the air. Scrunching her face up in agony, she peered down her chest and saw a wall of fire approaching her. She scrambled backwards getting her palms and backside dirty.
“Lula!” the same voice called out.
Rosie?
“Rosie!!?” she cried out.
“Rosie!!? Sakura!!? Oh… Rosie!!?”
No response.
Lula pulled herself from the floor and rubbed her hands on her tattered jeans. Her school skirt began to ride down from the force she was rubbing with. The fuck? Her school uniform was ruined. There were holes in her tights. She was now wearing flat shoes that were caped in mud. Her shirt was grass stained and covered in dry mud. Her tie hung loosely from around her neck. She looked up in panic and saw her black school jumper hanging from a leaf. A drooped sleeve had caught alight. The whole sleeve was on fire. Fuck fuck fuck!
Lula turned once again and began to run. The backs of her shoes slapped against her heels as she tried to quicken her pace. Quickly deciding to hop a few steps, Lula pulled her shoes from her feet and threw them to the floor. She could feel every next step on the bottoms of her feet. Every stone, every mound, every root. She could feel the bottoms of her tights dampen and tear. She could feel herself starting to cry but had to time to get upset. Who was screaming her name? Where were they?
“Help!” a distanced voice cried out.
“ROSIE!?” she screamed back, still unaware of where the voice was coming from. She stopped once more and tensed her feet. Wet mud squeezed from between her now exposed toes. She felt the inside of her tights fill slightly with mud. It felt awful and gritty. She seemed to have outrun the fire though. And there was light! Lula paced forwards towards the light between the stems. She tripped out into the open, battered and bruised. She fell onto loose rocks. Lots of them. She clenched her fists and filled her hands with stones. Stones? What? She clambered up and looked out upon the beach in front of her. The sun was setting a deep orange behind the sea. The clouds were a pretty yellow and purple. But then she looked straight up. The sky was disappearing behind an impenetrable, heavy smog. She could feel her back get warmer. She turned and noticed the fire. Her chest hurt from her forced exhale. She ran again.
Her feet ached trying to keep balanced on the stones. She slipped and slid around. She could feel sharp shells pierce her skin. Everything seemed to be getting darker with each inch she ran. The sun continued to set behind a distance that seemed to be getting further away. Another shot was fired. Lula was caught off guard and threw her hands to her ears, slamming her eyes shut. She cried out loud. She could feel her feet get covered with a gentle wave. She cried out again. Another shot. Seagulls squawked above her as they flew away. Another wave. A loud rustle of stones. Many stones moving towards her. She opened her eyes and turned around. A massive wall of beach stones were cascading towards her. Each shattered as they fell. She glared, open eyed, at the impossible feat raging towards her. She had no choice. She ran again. This time she thought faster than before. The pain under her feet was unbearable but she had to run. She closed her eyes and kept putting one foot in front of the other. Tears rolled down her face. She could feel her feet bleeding as she clambered up a pile of stones. She opened her eyes to see she had peaked whatever she had clambered up. She’d reached the top of the hill. She was looking out upon the clearing. She pulled herself up and fell onto the soft grass. An almighty crash echoed behind her as the wave of stones subsided at the hilltop. A few made their way towards her, hitting her back and rolling towards her arms.
Lula hugged the grass and cried into the ground.
“HELP!” the voice was louder this time. Coming from the woods? Lula wiped her face and forced out a string of snot, wiping her ands on her now totally ruined school shirt. Her tie had come off somewhere. She froze. The clearing was full of people. None of them moving. None of them talking. They were all staring at her with a fixed gaze. They were thin, scorched remnants of people. The only sound was her heavy breathing.
“Help” one said.
“Help” said another.
“Help”
“Help”
“Help!”
“Help!”
“HELP”
“HELP”
“HELP!”
“HELP!”
They all began to scream. Lula’s jaw shook with fear. Her hands trembled. Her chest got tight. Her voice cracked as she tried to scream. Without warning they all began to sprint towards her with no build up. They went from standing still to full on spring with one step. Lula wanted to throw up. Her throat contracted and she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed her throat and felt her vision fade. She collapsed to the floor. Her head drooped over the peak of the hill. Through her broken vision she could make out Rosie, dressed in what she was wearing the last time she saw her, a dark patch covering her jeans, running away from her.
“r…Ro…sie” Lula spluttered, reaching a hand out. Lula retreated her hand as she was trampled. It felt as if hundreds of crusty, burnt, torn apart feet were running over her at once. She smell of fire filled her nostrils. She curled up and tried to scream again but couldn’t hear herself over the noise of the figures running over her.
Lula laid there sobbing. Her body ached. Her feet were pulsating. Her throat dry. But the smell had gone. Gone? Where am I? She unfolded her body with a groan and sat up. She was sat on the wood chippings in the middle of a courtyard at school. The smoke had gone. There were no stones and no fire. No angry farmer with a shotgun. Her breathing began to calm. Painfully, Lula pushed herself from the floor. Fuck I’ll get detention looking like this.
*Thud*
*Thud*
*Thud *Thud* *Thud thud thud thud thud thud*
Lula frantically looked up at the windows around the courtyard. Suddenly there was no way out. The courtyard was surrounded by windows. She could only make out one door directly in front of her about twenty meters away. The courtyard isn’t this big?
*Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud*
Hands and bodies were pressing up against the glass in all directions. Black and crimson charred hands. Skin peeling and muscles protruding. Lula covered her mouth with her hands. They tasted like mud. A window smashed. Then another. And another. Then all of them. A million shards of glass erupted from all directions as if in slow motion. Lula ducked and curled up. It felt like it was raining fire. But the fire was sharp. She could make out louder thuds. Bodies were falling from the windows. At least some were. Those that weren’t falling were voluntarily hurling themselves to the ground. The school corridors were now on fire. Smoke began to seep from the broken windows and into the air. As Lula peered through her hands she could make ot the broken bodies crawling towards her. Snapped arms and legs flailed about as they struggled across the concrete slabs. There was only one way out. The door. Wood chips flicked away as Lula hurled herself forwards, stepping on and jumping over the husks that were coming towards her. She kept running. The door seemed to run away from her. She was struggling for air. Her lungs were running in empty. Her left hand was reached out in front of her trying to grab the door handle. She felt like she was running on a treadmill gaining no ground. She could hear the groans and moans of the bodies behind her, clambering over one another. The sounds of snapping bones and tearing skin.
Her hand pressed against the clean, white door and it swung forwards. She fell inside and slipped on the tiles below. Regrettably, Lula turned around to close the door but saw the army of bodies flooding towards her. She screamed as the pushed the door forwards and spun the lock. The moment she locked it the barrage of bodies hitting the other side filled the tiny room she was in. Rumbling and tumbling and knocks and bangs. Lula pressed hard against the door hoping it would stay shut. She tried to catch her breath. Sweat fell from her forehead and onto the already dampened floor.
The noise eventually went silent. Lula wiped her face with her sleeve which then went wet through and ruined. Where was she now? She turned and saw a toilet in front of her. That was it. A tiny bathroom stall. The same one she’d use in the changing rooms. So what now?
Pain tickled her whole body. Tiny little pricks pierced every inch of her skin. She shivered and brushed her body and shoulders as if to shoo away flies. Her body started to feel wet. She looked down at her chest to see her school shirt turn a dark red. I’m bleeding? The glass? Blood dripped to the floor. Her skin felt heavy and sticky. The warm liquid travelled down her legs and pooled at her bare and almost broken feet. The cubicle quickly began to fill up. The thick blood was at her ankles then at her knees. Her skirt began to float as it rose up her legs towards her waist. She was panicking again. The door was the only way out. She fumbled for the lock which was now drowned in blood. She found it but struggled to turn it. The blood reached her chest and then her neck. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as it wetted her chin then covered her mouth. The door unlocked. She was flushed forwards as the blood drained from the cubicle. She immediately hit a soft fabric that was soaking up the blood. Everything sloshed around for a moment before Lula realised she was laying over the back seats in a car. Everything was now blood stained though. She was wet through with blood. Only her eyes, forehead, and head were not soaked in red. She sat up and began to shiver. The car began to move and the door bolted shut.
“Home please” she muttered, hugging herself around the belly.
“No… to Rosie. Take me to Rosie!” she demanded. There was silence as the car weaved left and right. The lack of noise was therapeutic. The yellow form the streetlights rushed past on both sides. The sounds of other cars speeding in the other direction.
“Where’s Rosie?” she asked.
No answer.
Who’s even driving? She wished she hadn’t through that. The head of the driver turned a full 180 degrees. She could make out the face grinning behind the peeling, charred skin. Lula cringed and screamed. The car sped up. The lights rushed past even faster. She screamed again. She kicked at the taxi door with all her might. The door swung open and was taken clean off by a lamp post. The driver opened it’s gaping mouth and let out a painful croak. She had no choice. She had to jump. She edged over towards the door and took what she thought would be one last deep breath.
Lula’s body hit the ground and bounced. She rolled for a few seconds before ending up at the roadside. Cumbersome droplets of rain were falling over her. She couldn’t open her eyes. She was in so much pain. She coughed and spluttered and moaned out loud.
Lula eventually tried to open her eyes. She had purposefully laid there for as long as possible. She thought she was roadkill laying hopelessly against the kerb. She felt like she was dying in a puddle and the rain was washing her away. She was soaked now, however. The rain had saturated her blood clotted clothes. She was also freezing. She sat upright in the puddle. Everything ached. She couldn’t stay here. She hugged her belly once more to try and stay warm. She realised she was outside her own house. She gasped in disbelief. The sight of home made her cry again. She sorely stood up and limped towards her front door. A river of blood flowed behind her. She collapsed at the door. Her hands kept slipping of the wet surface. She weakly grabbed the door handle and lifted herself up. It wouldn’t move. Oh… pl… please. Fu… Fuck. Ple… please. Her tears were now as heavy as the rain. She pulled and tugged at the handle but it the door wouldn’t open. She stomped her feet in a strop. This seemed familiar. She’d been here before. Not covered in blood, no, but here. Did she have to play out what happened before? Is that what this was? There was no one around. Maybe… no… definitely. She needed to do it. Maybe everything that had happened over the last year was a dream. Maybe this was real. Maybe she was back at the first time she wet in before her Mum got home. Maybe…
Lula snapped her gaze to the floor as warm pee flowed down her legs. It quickly pattered against the doorstep and around her feet. She let her head fall backwards as the relief took over her. She gave a little pleasurable moan. All the pain seemed to fall from her body as she peed. She tightened her eyes as she shut them. She reached out and grabbed the wall and doorframe either side of her. The pee continued. A constant torrent from her crotch keeping the material of her clothes soaked. Even though she was stood upright, she could feel it pool around her vagina and backside and legs. She tingled with warmth as it was forced out of her. How was this pleasurable? Pins and needles rushed up her body, through her chest, erecting her nipples through her sodden shirt, and into her neck. She let out a gasp as the door opened behind her. She fell through it, losing her grip on the wall. Her arms flailed about as she fell. The entrance to her house disappeared in front of her as she continued to fall. The rush of air brushed against her. Her front door slammed shut.
Lula sat bolt upright. She was breathing heavily. She placed her right hand over her left breast to feel her heartbeat. It was fast. Her ribs ached. She could feel her hair stuck to her head with sweat. The room was silent all bar a faint snore in the far corner. Lula let out a whimper.
All of the green lights were around her again. An ambient light leaked through the door to her left. The sound of the blinds on her right tapping against the wall came into earshot. She slumped back down onto the bed. Her crotch was hot and soaked. It had happened again. She drove both hands under the cover and onto her pyjamas. Yep. She’d wet.
The material drenched her fingers and she held it tightly. Why does this keep happening? I literally can’t push the button now. It’ll wake everyone up. I can’t let anyone sort this out. Fuck sake. The accidents at night were becoming a problem. This was the third night in a row she had woke up from some messed up dream to a wet bed. Was is the stress? Being away from home? A conscious involuntarily decision to wet because she knew she could? She sighed. There was nothing she could, or at least would, do until morning.
Unsure what to do now she went to pick up her phone. She hesitated. She didn’t dare. Not after what she had found out yesterday. Could what Tom had said be true? Rosie was missing? How? How does someone go missing? She was there. With me. I told her to go. She ran away. Away from the fire. The other way. Where did she go? Why would she not go home? Was she with Sakura? Tom said he was with her but they got separated. And I was with Charlotte…
Her head began to ache. All she could do was go back to sleep. But she was awake. Wide awake. Scared for her friends. Wet through from her pee. She felt alone in a room of ill, sleeping people. She patted at her wet crotch again. She gently stroked up the middle of her vagina. It tensed and she shivered. No. Not here. No. N…o…
Lula stroked again and again and again. The material of her pyjamas and underwear had started to creep inside her. She played where she knew she liked it. Her back arched slightly, pulling at the dampened sheets. Her throat clenched as she gasped for air. She fell back onto the bed with a thump. The metal frame beneath her creaked slightly. She paused. But not for long. She slid her hands beneath her clothes and continued. She bit her bottom lip to stop her from making any noise. She bit down harder. Her nose was scrunched and her eyelids tight. She let out an audible moan. She couldn’t help it. This was the first release she had felt for days. A rod of static shot up her body. It felt like little bolts shocked their way outwards to her skin. The hairs on her arms stood on end and the tips of her fingers went fizzy. She stretched out her toes and clenched them back in. Another moan. This time slightly louder and deeper. She pulled the finger from inside her and laid their now exhausted. A ringing started in her ears. She was breathing heavily. The euphoria turned into emotion. Her eyes welled up. Her stomach got sore. Really… sore. She grabbed her belly as it rumbled. Ooh. Ouch.
A stubborn pain hit her abdomen. Her crotch suddenly felt bruised and bloated. Her butt cheeks tensed. Lula then fully tensed. She knew what was coming. Oh shit. Oh fuck. She still didn’t dare press the button. If anyone knew she had wet the bed then they’d change her now. She didn’t want to wake anyone up. She certainly didn’t want anyone around her to know she was wetting the bed at night. The pain in her abdomen tightened. The excitement had awoken her bowels. She had been given help to go to the toilet properly some time yesterday. It was one of the single most embarrassing moments of her life. Well, that and the times the nurses have had to change her in the day. But this was coming and fast.
Lula carried on tensing trying to stop the inevitable. Her backside shrieked in pain as it began to protrude between her cheeks. Just let it happen. It’s coming. What you gonna’ do? Crawl to the toilet? She did know where it was now at least. Fuck Ouch. Fuck this hurts. Lula raised her backside from the bed. The back of her pyjama bottoms hung heavy with pee. She gave in. She relaxed her gut as the thick poop slipped its way from within her. She felt her underwear tighten as it seated itself in them. At one point it was both inside her and in her knickers. She shifted her weight and forcibly pushed to get it over and done with. Eventually it thinned out and what’s done was done. In a puddle of her own pee and knickers full of fresh poop, she was officially at a low point in her life. She as glad she had climaxed before this happened. She desperately wanted to lather up in shower gel and clean herself down. The post masturbation guilt was hitting hard and she had, quite literally, shit the bed. The only positive, she thought, was that it wasn’t a messy one. She sighed and rolled onto her side. The weight of the mess in her knickers drooped against her backside. Reluctantly, Lula closed her eyes and forced herself to go back to sleep.
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Love and Loss
Lula and Claire couldn’t help but giggle every time they saw each other. They had formed more than a professional relationship. Lula would even consider this young woman a friend. Claire had seen all of her ladyhood anyway!
The morning after Lula’s accident, she had caught the attention of Claire at the start of her shift. She had been practising her admittance speech for just over an hour beforehand.
“Claire… I’ve…”
“No shit”
“Claire. Last night I…”
“Fuck. No. Idiot”
“I had an…”
“Uggghhhhh”
Fortunately, Claire could already guess. She made light of the situation saying she had seen much worse in her time. She empathised with Lula and made her feel less embarrassed; but only slightly so.
Claire had helped Lula out of bed behind the privacy of the curtain surrounding her bed. A loose lump hung from Lula’s backside causing her pyjamas to droop. The feeling was uncomfortable yet somewhat secretly sexy in a weird sort of taboo ‘I’ll never admit this to anyone ever’ sort of way. Lula was given two options. Either be helped to hobble to the toilet with a big sheet over her to hopefully hide the annoyingly obvious accident or be taken there in a wheelchair. The first choice could lead to everyone seeing what happened whilst the second would leave everyone none the wiser but she would literally have to sit on it whilst being wheeled off for a clean. Lula sighed and closed her eyes, asking begrudgingly for the chair. Claire responded brightly as if unphased by the choice.
“Come on, Poola” Claire chuckled as Lula awkwardly began to sit down. She was groggy on her feet but standing up was a nice change. It took her a while to acknowledge what Claire had muttered. She turned, mouth open wide, surprised at the level or dry humour this early in the morning. She appreciated the joke. She needed a laugh. She mouthed the word ’bitch’ to Claire. They both chuckled again to themselves.
The solid poop pressed against her backside as she slowly sat down. She had tried to angle her position so that it stayed between her butt cheeks. Luckily it was still mostly solid so it just felt like sitting on a rolled up sock. But she knew it wasn’t. That made it worse.
“Hurry up. I’ve got more bums to wipe” Claire persuaded with an almighty smile.
“Shhhut up” Lula replied, obviously uncomfortable but trying to stay light-hearted.
Claire pulled the hanging curtain over with one strong whip. The metal loops on the railing gently screeched as they moved across the bar. It was like a fabulous entry. The funny nurse and the girl who had shit herself. Dottie waved from behind her morning cup of tea, respectfully nodding. Lula smiled back. She thought she had smiled. She hadn’t seen her own reflection fully in a while. After the night’s sleep she had had she imagined her hair was all matted and was wearing two heavy, tired, black eyes. She could also feel her lips drying which had started to sting.
“Claire…” she started to say.
“Yes?” she replied more seriously than before, sensing the shift in tone.
“I’ve… I’ve been having… dreams. Bad dreams. Nightmares. Is that… normal?”
“Depends. Everyone dreams, Lula. Some are good and some are bad” Claire replied as she wheeled Lula out of the ward, “Nightmares can happen after a traumatic event, after the loss of a loved one, after something memorable in your life, and the list goes on”
Lula was silent.
“And you, I think it’s safe to say, had quite a traumatic experience before you came here, right?”
“I… don’t really remember much of it? I’ve not even seen the news. I think my friends are missing. But I’m here covered in my own… sssshit” she was hesitant about openly swearing but couldn’t think of what else to say.
“You’re getting better though. Physically. I reckon we could have you walking by the end of today. Your throat has improved. You’re talking more than yesterday, hmm?”
Claire backed into the toilet door and pulled Lula inside, locking it behind her.
“I am… going to have to properly clean you, if you can’t” she admitted with her hands on her hips. Lula knew this. She sighed.
“Let me try?” she asked. Claire stepped back and gestured with her hands. Lula pushed up with her hands. Her elbows wobbled as she rose from the chair. It took some time but she eventually stood up, wobbling on her feet. She pressed against the wall to keep her balance.
“I don’t get it…”
“Get what?”
“I didn’t injure my legs? Surely it was just like… breathing in smoke? Maybe some burns? A fracture maybe? I don’t think I have one… but why is this so hard?”
“You were exhausted. Physically and mentally. Yes, you suffered major smoke inhalation. Your throat and lungs needed time to heal. That’s why you’ve bene out of breath. That’s why normal things take so much energy”
Lula replied with an acknowledging sound. She tensed her cheeks and felt the mass between them squidge. No. This isn’t the time to be like that. Just… let’s get this over with.
With one hand still against the wall, Lula pulled at the waistband of her bottoms. She managed to pull them from her waist and they fell helplessly to her ankles. Claire was now faced with Lula’s stained knickers and the bulging lump nestled between her cheeks.
“Do you want…” she began.
“No!” Lula snapped, eager to do this herself. Claire fell silent again. Lula tugged at the waistband of her knickers. There was no dignified way to do this, she thought, as she tried to let them slump to her ankles also. There was a chance the poop would fall somewhere… anywhere? Just anywhere other than pressed against her ass. After a few minutes of fumbling around she paused, somewhat out of breath. Frustrated and pissed off.
“Can you…?”
“Yep. Sure. Yep” Clare piped up, leaning forwards and gently pulling at the sides of her knickers.
“You’re happy for me to…”
“Yes. Yes. Just… can we do this please” Lula interjected. She could feel heat radiate from her cheeks. She tried to keep her eyes tightly closed. She was certainly glad her nurse was female right now.
Lula shivered as she felt the tiny, frilly edges of her knickers tickle down the inside of her legs. The poop pulled away and fell into the gusset of her underwear. She could feel some residue on her skin but it was gone. She carefully stepped out of her knickers and pyjama bottoms and was stood there, naked from the waist down, with her arms pressed against the wall.
“This is dignifying” Lula murmured.
“I’ve seen worse” Claire admitted, emptying the contents of Lula’s knickers into the toilet. She heard the splash. She winced her face. Glad that’s all over with… now just the…
“This’ll be cold” Claire warned as she placed a wet wipe between Lula’s cheeks. Lula flinched, lifting her left foot from the floor and tensing her backside. She squealed. Claire pulled her army away.
“Pffftttftffttt” Lula sniggered. Claire joined in.
For this short time, Lula had forgotten all about what had happened, had stopped thinking about Rosie, stopped thinking about Tom, about Sakura, about Charlotte, about Beth, about the fire, about her throat. This was the first time she had laughed in a long time. The situation wasn’t even funny. It was the most embarrassed she had ever been in her life. The most vulnerable. The most helpless. But she was laughing as she had her backside wiped clean. After all was done, they turned to face each other and laughed again.
“As asses go, I’ve seen worse” Claire shrugged. Lula shook her head and pouted.
For the rest of that day, every time they saw each other they shared a moment of laughter. Lula’s nerves had shaken away. She was as confident with Claire as she had gotten with Rosie over the course of a year. It’s her job though. Literally… her job.
Claire had been right though. Lula was up and about. She was struggling and stopping a lot, but carefully, on her tensed and curled feet, she was racking up her step count. By that afternoon and a very average portion of cottage pie later, Lula felt accomplished. Focussing on getting around had taken her mind off everything else. She forced herself to keep walking as every time she stopped she saw Rosie in her mind; running away from her surrounded by trees. The last she saw of her friend was the soggy backside of her.
Lula retreated to her bed and slumped down. She wiggled her bare toes and let her feet ache. It was a good ache though compared to being stuck in bed for another day.
“You’re doing very well” Dottie said lightly, slowly opening her eyes from her nap.
“Thanks” Lula agreed. “It’s nice to be up again”
Dottie groaned as she sat up, plumping the edge of her pillow she was resting on. She opened her mouth a few times and took a sip of water from the see through plastic cup on her table.
“Oh, Dear. You’re doing so well”
Lula smiled as she swung her feet off the side of her bed. She opened the drawer to her side and pulled out her hairbrush. She began to gently brush her hair. The sound of knots being forced open cracked between the two of them.
“Oh. Oh” Dottie pondered, “I remember when my Benedict, Benny, my husband, would do that for me” she reminisced, pulling at the straggly ends of her hair. Lula stopped brushing.
“Oh… is he?... Sorry for your…”
“Oh no, no, no, no he’s not dead my dear oh no” she laughed, holding her chest.
“Oh sorry”
“It’s okay you weren’t to know. I’ve been told he’s been waiting downstairs for just over a week now. No bugger will let him up. And I can’t get down to see him. I miss him terribly”
Lula felt a tear form in her eye which she wiped away immediately.
“I… I could… if you want… I could brush your hair?” Lula offered. Dottie’s eyes shone as she looked up at Lula.
“Would you, darling? Oh, it’s been so long” she was holding her hands together in front of her.
“Sure yeah” Lula pressed herself up from her mattress and hobbled the few steps to Dottie’s bed. Dottie had shifted over to allow Lula space to sit next to her.
Dottie’s hair was thin and wispy. The white strands threaded through Lula’s hairbrush. Dottie gently hummed as she felt the brush massage her head. She rested her head back into Lula’s arms.
“What do you do?” Dottie asked quietly.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you do? Study? Work?”
“Oh I’m still in school. Was supposed to be exam year but… you know”
“Shame. I think you’re a smart girl”
Lula blushed.
“Thank you”
“And you care, dear”
Lula stopped brushing. She wasn’t used to compliments. Dottie gently slapped Lula’s knee.
“Did I say stop?” she questioned, opening her right eye and peering up at Lula.
“Sorry” she giggled. Dottie started to hum again.
“Where were they wheeling you off to earlier?” Dottie asked. Lula felt an immediate lump in her chest.
“Oh to see… how… my… walking was. To check my throat. You know” she lied.
“Hmph” Dottie scoffed, “You’ve been having nightmares, haven’t you?”
Lula paused before she replied.
“I… yes. I’m sorry if I woke you up”
“Once or twice” Dottie admitted, “You have been restless. Twisting and turning, my dear”
“Sorry”
“It’s quite alright. I don’t sleep well much anyway”
Did she hear me… last night? Oh fuck.
Lula felt a frail hand cover her own.
“That’ll be enough, my dear. Thank you” Dottie pulled Lula’s hand to her face and pecked it. Lula’s heart raced with nothing but love for this lady she hardly knew.
“You remind me of my daughter” Dottie admitted.
“Oh?” Lula asked.
“Yes. Frances. Lovely girl. Same hair as you. A heart just as big. Kind. Loyal. Funny. My daughter”
“What does she do now?” Lula asked.
“She’s not with us anymore, my dear”
Lula felt a lump in her throat. Tears welled up again.
“She… was beautiful, like you” Dottie continued, leaning over and pulling a purse from her drawer. She pulled out a slightly faded photograph of a young and pretty girl probably in her mid twenties.
“She went missing. Never found” Dottie sighed.
Missing!? Like… Rosie!?
“My friend, Rosie, is missing” Lula whimpered, looking away to hide the tears.
Dottie squeezed Lula’s knee.
“Don’t give up hope. No one is gone, really, until you know they’re gone” she encouraged.
“My Frances is never gone. She’s always with me”
Lula handed back the picture.
“Thank you” she whimpered again.
Dottie leaned over again and offered Lula a rolled up newspaper.
“Would you like to read, my dear?” she asked, smiling.
Lula had only just realised that Dottie had received a newspaper every morning with her lunch. She would sit reading it front to back every evening then leave it rolled up on her table.
“I don’t think I’ve ever… read a newspaper” she sniffled.
Dottie smiled and pushed it closer to her gently nodding.
“But why?”
“Do you trust me, dear?” Dottie asked.
Lula shrugged, taking the paper. She slipped away from the edge of Dottie’s bed and pulled the cover up to her chest.
“Thank you, dear”
Lula unrolled the paper.
‘Girl named and another found’
Found. FOUND. NAMED? WHO?
Underneath the title was a picture or a burnt and barren woodland. A police tape loosely hung in the foreground of the picture. Lula clambered onto her own bed and skimmed the text.
‘After last week’s terribly tragedy all persons involved have now been accounted for. The body found yesterday is confirmed to be that of 17 year old Bethany McIntyre. A young woman ready to take the next step in life’
Oh… Beth. N…n…no.
Lula cheeks scorched red with tears. Her voice cracked as she tried not to make a sound. Her hands gripped the sides of the newspaper hard. Tear droplets fell and marked blotched the paper. An uncomfortable shiver formed at the base of her neck and vibrated through her body. Lula sobbed.
‘Bethany’s parents have expressed their love for their daughter and that she was popular amongst her friends. She will continue to live on in our hearts and minds. Bethany’s parents have also urged anyone to come forward who may know of what happened on this day. Two of Bethany’s peers are known to be in hospital recovering from injuries sustained on the day’
Charlotte? She in here too? I have to find her!? She’s alive. Thank God.
‘The second person to be named is 16 year old Rosie Harrows who was also present the day the incident took place. Rosie was reported missing after the incident but has now been located. She had been found lost and injured further into the woodland. The assumption was made that she had tried to escape but sustained further injuries after falling into a shallow cave along the hillside. A search team rescued Rosie late last night in a fragile condition in amongst the rocks’
Lula gasped and fought for air. Rosie was alive. She cried out loud.
I should have stayed with her. Why didn’t I stay with her? Oh, Rosie. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault.
Lula looked up and around. Dottie was giving a comforting smile and a few people were peering at her from their beds. She was breathing heavily, both out of grief and relief.
I have to…
“I have to see her” she said out loud. She stood up quickly. Her head fizzed and her knees went to jelly. She fell back down. Not now! Come on.
She tried again and hobbled slowly towards the door to the ward. To nurses at the desk outside noticed her and came running.
“No, no you must stay inside, we can’t let anyone out without supervision”
“Supervise me then” Lula said beneath her shallow, teary voice. She felt both nurses hold her arms.
“Let me… go” she ordered, trying to shake them off.
“Covid, Miss. We can’t let you…”
“LET me GO” she ordered again, shaking harder. She had no idea where she was going but knew Rosie was in here somewhere. She’d kick down each door to find her. What Lula hadn’t realised was the nurses were gesturing for help. They may have been calling out too but she was blocking out all sound. Her ears felt blocked. Her eyes fixed in tunnel vision. Her heart thumping away inside her. She had to find Rosie… she had… to…
~
The lift doors slid shut. Lula felt ready this time. She tried to stay calm. She jolted as the lift began to move. It was quicker this time. She fell to her knees as the force of the movement hurled her down. She looked up at Rosie curled up in front of her.
“Rosie”
“ROSIE”
She refused to look up. She was dressed in what she wore the day to go find Sakura. She was crying into her arms folded over her legs. Lula shook her.
“ROSIE! We need to go!” Lula cried out.
The lift slammed to a halt. Lula was thrown up and then back to the floor. She sook her head and looked back up. The lift dinged. The doors were already open. Without looking at Lula, Rosie instantly got to her feet and started sprinting full speed into the trees. The lift dinged again. Then again. The dinging sped up.
“Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding ding ding ding ding ding dingdingdingdingdingding*
Lula flung her hands to her hears, wincing at the piercing sound.
“ROSIE!” she cried out. Her voice was lost in the repeating sound.
Lula scrambled to her feet and ran after Rosie. Suddenly everything was silent. All Lula could hear was the sound of her feet pushing into the dried leaves and undergrowth. It was like all other sounds had been muted. She breathed heavily as she ran. Rosie was gone. Lula skidded to a halt. Leaves flew up around her and spun back to the ground.
“ROSIE!” she cried out. There was no echo. Her voice seemed to float around her and go nowhere.
“ROOSSIIEE!” she tried again. She could feel the inside of her throat shred as she yelled. She grabbed her neck and spluttered. Her neck was hot. Very hot. She gasped for air, collapsing to the floor. She rolled onto her back coughing. She tops of the trees were hidden behind a ceiling of black smoke. Panic set in. A deep orange glow rose up around her. Sound started to return in the form of loud crackling. For a second Lula saw the reflection in her own eyes or flames engulfing her. She screamed out in pain and forced her eyes closed.
Lula slowly opened her eyes. The smell of burning was unbearable. Hot ash was falling slowly to the floor. The ground beneath her was black and charred. Yellow specks and sparks filled the immediate area. Curls of smoke rose from fallen trees. Lula hesitantly sat up. She could feel heaps of fine ash shift around her as she moved. She cried out and scrambled backwards. There as a hand jutting out of the scorched earth. And another? Lula soon realised an abundance of limbs protruding from the ground. Each was peeled and burnt. She covered her mouth with her hands. Her attention was stolen by the flashing blue lights in front of her. She glared up and stood up, wiping down her legs. Spinning blue lights?
“Help! HELP!” she cried out as she limped through the limbs she was trying to ignore.
“HELP!” she tried to cry louder. No sound came from her mouth. A hand grabbed her ankle. She involuntarily vomited in her mouth and fell to the floor. Another hand clamped around her right elbow as she hit the floor. Another pulled at her hair. Another yanked at the waistband of her jeans. She was helpless. She struggled and fought. Two hands exploded from the blackened ground around her head and covered her mouth. Her screaming was subdued. She could taste the burnt skin. The blood. Lula raised a hand as she was dragged under the mud and buried. She could feel the last of the cool air brush against her fingers as they were then pulled under.
The pulling sensation felt stronger. Lula could feel grit and mud scrape against her face as she felt like she was falling. She then hit a hard surface and bounced once. An intense pain shot through her spine as she arched her body in shock. She groaned. She raised her hands but they didn’t reach far. The was covered by a wooden ceiling. She knocked against it in the pitch black. It wouldn’t budge. She knocked harder. Nothing.
Fumbling her hands around her, banging against anything she could feel, she could sense something to her left. Something softer. Something with weight to it.
“You let me die”
Lula froze.
“Rosie?”
“You. Let. Me. Die” the voice croaked. A faint orange glow started to emit from somewhere. Lula could just make out the edges of whatever she was in. A giant, flat wooden box? A… a coffin?
Lula slowly turned her head to the left. It was Beth. It… was… Beth. But not as she knew her. A blackened husk of what her body used to be. What Lula had imagined had happened to her on that day. The skin on her face had gone. The bloody, muscly remnants drooped from the face that was pinned at a ninety-degree angle towards her. The grimacing smile of a skinless jawline. Eyeballs spherical and bloodshot. Her hair badly cut and dirty. The orange glow got brighter as it seemed the coffin was burning from the outside.
“You” Beth’s upper body snapped to Lula’s direction.
“Let” her legs seemed to unlatch as her waist cracked into position.
“Me” an arm flailed over and broke backwards as it scraped against the lid of the coffin.
“DIE” Strangely. Like a spider. Her body seemed to crawl unnaturally towards her. The tiny distance between them suddenly grew as she carried on crawling. Her head bobbing as she struggled to keep it raised. The sound of bare bone hitting the wood. A hollow sounding sound though, bellowing below as she crawled.
Lula snapped from her frozen state and forced her elbows into the wood below her. A sound echoed downwards. She forced her elbow down again and again. Beth’s jaw came loose as the body snarled and growled. Her muscles were dragging away as she sped towards Lula. A strange feeling of motion sickness hit like a wave as the distance between them still seemed to grow despite the speed Beth was crawling. One more bash to the floor. The wood cracked and split open. Lula fell through. Beth’s body reached the hole and peered downwards. A bright flash and an explosion of fire erupted inside the coffin and her body dissolved. Lula felt the warmth of the flame against her face. She continued o fall into the darkness, her arms out above her as if to get one last touch of her friend. The sound of rushing air deafened her. Another painful impact. Lula coughed up blood and groaned in agony as she rolled around on the cold, damp floor.
She could hear crying. Rolling onto her stomach, Lula could see a bright light emitting behind her. She grabbed onto a rock and pulled herself forwards. Ice cold droplets fell onto her battered body. She latched onto another rock and pulled again, dragging her now useless body behind her. She was beyond exhausted and had nothing left to cry up. The bright light hurt her eyes. But someone was there. Her breathing got deeper.
“R… Rosie?” she whimpered.
“Rosie!?” she tried to shout out.
“ROSIE” she cracked, reaching out.
It was Rosie. Sat helplessly against the wall of the cave. The light from the entrance illuminating a small rockpool and the drops falling from the cave ceiling. The drops got heavier. An intense rainfall fell. She saw Rosie shudder. She tried to crawl towards her friend but couldn’t. She just couldn’t. She couldn’t help her friend again. Lula slumped atop he rock she had pulled herself onto and stared at her friend. The light at the entrance to the cave was broken. Someone else was there. The silhouette of a person stood in the entrance. Lula felt deaf again as she couldn’t hear what was being said. There was suddenly a lot of commotion as three people burst into the cave pointing at Rosie. They approached her with caution and eventually hugged her. One of the people cradled Rosie in their arms and carried her out into the light. Before she disappeared, Rosie and Lula’s eyelines crossed. Rosie smiled.
She’d done it. She’d saved her friend. Rosie was safe. Lula cried out in relief. She could feel the heavy rain batter her back as she laid there, alone, sobbing hard. She could feel her body saturate with ice cold rain. Then she got warmer and warmer. Hot and sticky. The rain seemed to reduce and fall only on her… crotch?
Lula opened her eyes. She knew where she was. It was already the morning. She had just finished wetting the bed. Her heart was racing. Her head was sticky with sweat. She was already crying. She had to speak to Rosie. She could feel the massive puddle beneath her as she leant over to grab her phone. Nothing. She repeatedly pressed her button for help.
Claire came running in.
“What’s up? What’s wrong?”
“I need to… I need to go! I need to see Rosie! I need… I need”
People were turning to watch Lula panic.
“Shh. Shh” Claire said calmly, sitting next to Lula and placing hands over her shoulders.
“She is here” Claire admitted. Lula felt her heart drop. She let out a moan and hugged Claire. Che continued to cry.
“And you can go today”
Lula looked up through her bubbly eyes.
“I can!?”
“You’re all good” Claire smiled.
“But… only once I… we… sort this out” she gestured at Lula’s bed. Lula nodded enthusiastically.
“I think the nightmares will stop soon too. Now you know your friend is okay”
“Fucking hope so” Lula muttered into Claire’s shoulder.
Lula let Claire pull her curtain round as they both cleaned up. Lula was shaky but could manage. She thought that the quicker they did this the quicker she’d be taken to Rosie.
“Can I go then? And see her?” she snapped as they remade the bed.
“What? No? No one’s allowed to go between wards. Sorry. I should have…”
“WHAT” Lula started to cry again.
“But she’s okay”
“You said…”
“I didn’t say… that, sorry” Claire groaned.
“I’ll… give you some time? Collect your things. I’ll meet you out at the desk when you’re ready? Your parents are waiting for you outside. They want to see you”
Lula felt her heart drop again. She was really getting out. What had it been? Three? Four days? She had no idea.
Claire slipped between the curtains and Lula was left alone. She didn’t have much with her. Her parents had given a bag of clothes and books to the staff to hand over but she’s not read a single thing; other than Dottie’s newspaper yesterday. Dottie! I need to tell her!
With her bag slumped over her shoulder, Lula pulled the curtain open to see Dottie’s bed empty. There was a single rolled up newspaper on the side table. Where’s she…
Lula picked up the newspaper and unrolled it to see Frances’s picture.
‘The body of Frances Wellington, assumed missing for over forty years, has been found. Upon the rescue of Miss Rosie Harrows yesterday, further investigation of the cave found the remains of the much loved Frances. From today, the case for Miss Wellington will be reopened to finally bring a close to this tragic loss of life that left the Wellington family grieving for far too long’
Franc…Dottie. Oh… Dottie.
Lula noticed a scribble at the bottom of the page. In delicate, cursive writing she read ‘Don’t give up hope’.
She thought that she had nothing left to cry. She was wrong. She clasped the newspaper tightly and hugged it. She waited in the doorway to the ward.
“What’s wrong?” Claire asked, worried.
“I found… Where’s Dottie?” Lula asked, looking over to the empty bed. Claire sighed and looked down. Lula started to shake her head. No. Nonononono. Please no.
“She… passed away this morning. She was finally at peace after reading… that” she pointed with her head towards the newspaper.
“She liked you though. That’s the most life we’ve seen in her over the last few days” Claire admitted, wiping her mouth trying not to cry herself.
The lights started to become a little overwhelming. Lula could see Claire’s mouth moving but nothing was coming out. All she could hear as the echo of her stupid heartbeat in her ears. Split clung to her teeth as she tried to speak but was actually saying nothing. She hugged the newspaper even tighter. Lula shattered into Claire’s arms, weeping loudly. Claire let her emotions get the better of her too. Dottie was her patient also.
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Lula sniffled a sigh of relief through the snot falling from her nose. She was nestled inside Claire’s arm as they walked through the sliding doors and into the open air. The fresh air. The cut grass. The flowers. Lula’s bottom jaw flustered as she left the hospital. There were her parents.
Still with the newspaper held against her, Lula ran from Clarie’s arms and into those of her Mum and Dad. They both took the weight of their daughter as they reunited. Her head was pushed in between the shoulders of them both. Their embrace felt golden and heavy and ever-lasting. Warmth. Safety. Belonging. Closure. Claire stood and watched, overjoyed for Lula.
“Hey” murmured her Dad. Lula lifted her head.
“What”
“Look…” he said, his eyes red. The lines in his forehead more defined than ever. Both he and Lula’s Mum spread apart. Everything in Lula’s peripheral vision faded. Her parents were just blobs behind the tears in her eyes. Lula felt her body slump restfully. She gagged on her own ugly sob. The most immense wave or relief crashed down on her.
The sun was hot. The pavement leading into the hospital was a bright magnolia. Pretty flowers bordered the path and a few little birds dispersed from the nearby bushes; plump with leaves and a deep green. Rosie was stood right in front of her. A crutch in her right hand supporting her weight. Her face somewhat gaunt but still as rounded and as smiley as ever. Her hair, light brown and curled over her shoulders shone. They stared at each other. They lunged towards each other and hugged.
Edited June 8, 2021 by omobecca
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Discreet decisions
I want to thank everyone for the feedback for the last few chapters. Sorry not sorry for the plot. Love you all <3
The lift doors slid shut. Everything jolted as the carriage began to move. A gentle hum filled her ears as she covered her mouth to cough beneath the face mask. There was another jolt as the lift came to a stop. She wiped the sweat that stung her eyes and grunted to soothe her throat. It didn’t work.
At first the doors failed to open fully. She could just make out the long corridor ahead. The floor shone from the LED lights in the ceiling but it was sparse. It was quiet. She cautiously hopped out of the lift, worried the doors would close on her. She coughed again. This time it hurt more. The pain came and went but a tickle clung to the back of her throat. The sound of her own breath beneath the mask is all she could hear. A light down the corridor flickered. Her breathing became shallow again as her chest tightened. Another cough. Her abdomen tensed as she tried clearing her throat. She wiped her forehead and closed her eyes. There was a bright orange flash followed by the smell of smoke. She snapped her eyes open. She took a few deep breaths to calm down but the air scraped down her neck. The smell of smoke hung in her nose a little longer. She couldn’t seem to forget it. And the orange lights. The flashes that kept her up at night. The sense of hopelessness. No sense of direction. The burning in her eyes. The suffocation. The regrettable recklessness. Every night she dreamt the same thing. She would wake up with saturated pillows and the covers kicked away. Tissues scrunched and piled beside her bed full of phlegm. Tossing and turning waiting for the pull she knew was coming. The pull to safety. The firm grip on her arm pulling her out of the smoke. Like the feeling of falling when asleep. The jump of being pulled backwards out of the smoke woke her up every time; out of the dense smoke and into the clean air.
Sakura looked up once more to the corridor in front of her. She slumped forwards towards the hanging sign that read the name of the ward she was headed. She hugged her arms as she walked. Her thick, black hair fell over her shoulders, unbrushed and frayed. She wore no familiar flower.
She sat down on a hard, blue plastic chair. The chairs either side of her had giant red crosses sellotaped to their backs. Other than the receptionist and herself, only one other person sat at the other side of the waiting area. Posters covered the walls warning of the dangers of smoking, how to treat asthma, croupe in children, and other throat and mouth based conditions. A playset on a table and some children’s books laid lonely and untouched close by. It seemed as if there were hundreds of A4 pieces of paper stuck everywhere else. Some reminding patients not to abuse the staff. Some telling you to not use your phone. Some encouraging the use of online services. Most however, seemed newer and all spoke of something Covid related. Sakura’s knee length black dress with floral pattern was probably the most colourful thing in the room. The other person sat across from Sakura coughed into her fist through her mask. Sakura felt uneasy.
Sakura wobbled her legs as she waited. Her throat still stung but her stomach was bloated and crampy. Every time she coughed she felt her insides strain. She was sometimes certain she had Covid even though she knew she didn’t. Being in the hospital scared her though. She shivered as the air con blew through the grate in the ceiling above her. The chill ran through the neck of her dress and prickled around her breasts and upper back. She tensed as her body shook. She realised, unfortunately, that she hadn’t used the toilet before leaving her house. She swore to herself.
Once called, Sakura gently rose from her seat and made her way towards the man who stood in one of the doorways.
“Please, sit” he said as she entered his room. Sakura could smell a thick smog of disinfectant. The man pointed towards a hand sanitiser on the table next to her chair.
“How are things?” he asked curiously. Sakura gulped before she spoke.
“Better. I think” she grunted quietly after speaking.
“Hmm. Okay. And breathing? Do you still find you’re coughing a lot? Tight throat? Tickly?”
“Yes” Sakura nodded.
“Like I said last time. We expected this, no? I said it would take time to heal but you look better than last time”
Sakura nodded again.
“I’ll have a look, if I may?” he asked, picking up his thin, metal torch.
Sakura nodded once more.
The doctor adjusted his mask with one hand and made his way over to Sakura. They had met twice before today. As far as she knew, everyone who was at the woods that day had suffered from smoke inhalation. Some had burns. Some… well one… didn’t make it at all. She was also being hard on herself. She kept thinking if she had never agreed to meet Tom then none of it would have happened. She wouldn’t have gotten angry. She wouldn’t have thrown the bottle. Lula and Rosie would never have had shown up. Beth would be alive. The girl she didn’t even know but she killed. There was no other way to put it. The feeling of guilt clung to her shoulders day and night and she was ashamed.
“Open up” the doctor asked, leaning over her. Sakura pulled her mask down and opened her mouth, holding back a shallow splutter. She tightened her belly at the same time, squeezing her thighs together. Sakura stared upwards at his bushy eyebrows, trying to distract herself. She imagined pulling out each rogue hair that seemed to fray from their natural position.
“And move your tongue” he asked. She obliged, tensing her legs some more. She could hear him muttering some unintelligible doctors speak to himself beneath his mask. He leaned back and sat down, wiping the torch down with a wipe on his desk.
“Everything looks better but it will still take some time” he admitted, “there is still swelling at the back of your mouth”. Sakura nodded as if she already knew. She could feel it whenever she coughed.
“Keep doing what you’re doing. Drink water. No hard or crispy foods. Okay?”
“Okay”
“A warm compress on or behind your neck before you sleep, yes?”
She nodded once more, keen not to speak.
“Light exercise, hmm? Walk every day. Get outside and let the air get to your lungs. Get used to being up and about again. Of course, where you can” he encouraged.
“And…” he started with audible caution, “is it still affecting… your bladder?” has asked. Sakura could feel her face burn with embarrassment. She looked down. The doctor leaned forwards with wide eyes.
“Sometimes” she admitted, coughing slightly.
“As much as before?” he asked.
“No. I don’t think so. Not really” she lied. He seemed to pick up on this.
“Are you sure, Sakura?”
“No. It still… happens… sometimes. If I cough lots. I can’t… help it” she lowered her brow as tears welled at the bottom of her eyes. They bubbled at her eyelids as her face continued to burn.
“Stress incontinence… is very common” he tried to comfort her, “and it can be treated so it doesn’t happen as usual”
“So it will never stop?” she asked while wiping her eyes.
“It… can. When treated. But this all takes time, Sakura”
She sniffled hard and grunted.
“So how long?” she asked abruptly, forcing her knees together.
“I…”
“How long?!” she asked again but louder. The doctor raised one hand to calm her.
“Sakura. You are allowed to be angry. But please don’t be angry at me”
She took a deep breath and let the tears flow. The doctor found an unopened pack of tissues from the desk in his drawer and placed them on his desk, pushing them towards Sakura.
“Like I said. Keep doing what you’re doing. It’s still early days. This is still new to you. Your body is healing. You’ve been through a lot. Be easy on yourself”
Sakura shook her head. She didn’t dare admit the guilt she felt. That’s what was really on her mind. She knew her throat would heal. But Beth wouldn’t. She scrunched her nose in disdain.
“I would like to see you again in a few weeks. Slightly longer this time. Hopefully this gives you time to do as I’ve suggested, yes? If you are still finding the incontinence to be an issue then I would advise you continue to use protection as I said the last time we met” he raised his eyebrows.
“There are plenty of products available for people in your circumstance. Have you… tried using any incontinence protection?” he asked.
Sakura thought that her lightly tanned skin was turning a bright burgundy. She continued to look at the floor. She couldn’t bare looking him in the eyes. After a few seconds she nodded lightly.
“And it helps?”
She nodded again, wiping tears from her face.
“I suppose” he began, sitting back in his chair, “for you, not being at school right now is working in your favour. I believe this issue will resolve itself by the autumn. A few more weeks maybe”
Sakura sighed to herself. She wanted to bob her knees to quell the growing feeling od desperation but didn’t want to give any sign to the doctor that she needed to pee now. She wanted him to stop talking about it. She felt degraded enough as it was. She had already feared that someone would notice the slight padding beneath her dress. She didn’t dare wear jeans or shorts or anything that would have hugged her legs. She had spent hours trying on all her clothes and stood in front of a mirror seeing which would show the shape of the incontinence pants hugging her crotch and backside. She figured the only things that would work were dresses and skirts. Their loose material helped disguise the pants. All she would ever have to do is keep her legs together.
“I hope so” she whimpered, taking a tissue from the packet and wiping her face dry.
“Please call if things get worse. Book to see me again. I’ll sort the next appointment out and your parents will get a text message. I’ll send a letter too. Are they waiting outside for you?”
“No” she admitted, “I walked here. You said to walk”
“Yes. Good idea. Well, Sakura, thank you for coming. Keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t overdo it. Keep yourself safe, yes?”
“Yes” she agreed, standing up.
“Please” the doctor said, opening the door for her. His cheeks were wide so she assumed he was smiling underneath his mask. She nodded but couldn’t bring herself to smile. The door closed behind her.
Sakura shifted her thighs together while waiting for the lift. The smooth feeling of the discreet diaper was soft against her skin. She was forcing herself into the habit of always swaying slightly or shifting her waist left and right in the hope it would break the shape of her backside. Even through she was alone she kept thinking that everyone would know what she was wearing. She did still need to pee but hadn’t seen any toilet signs om her trip to the ward. The hospital was only a half hour walk from her house so it had never crossed her mind before she left.
She eagerly looked at the walls as she exited the lift, looking for any direction of some toilets. Nothing. She sighed and pouted. The muggy air filled her nose as she walked out of the automatic doors. It had rained slightly while she was inside. There was a distinct smell of freshly damped tarmac. A few people were waiting outside the doors. Each person in their own little space and appropriately distanced. Sakura lowered her head again and walked briskly past the crowd. She hoped no one saw, or even assumed, that she was wearing a diaper.
Every now and then Sakura would stop to soothe her throat. She kept believing that she could keep walking but her mouth would go dry and she’d have to cough. Each cough caused her body to tense. A few times she felt a small dribble escape her but could immediately control it. Each leak made her fearful, but she knew the diaper would hold whatever came out. She never spoke of it much to her parents. They were both overly supportive of the condition she was in after the fire but she hated talking about the incontinence. She also hadn’t dared tell them that she had used one of the diapers to test how much they could hold. She believed it was necessary. She felt she had to. If she was going through all this and having to wear them she should know how well they work, right? She had only done it the once though in the safety of the bathroom. She had planned it for a few days. She would lock herself in the bathroom and sit on the toilet in the diaper. She would try and let half of the pee out in spurts, as she believed that’s how they would come out if she were trying to hold it, and then the last half all at once. To her astonishment the diaper had held. On this occasion she had planned to fully wet the diaper and then shower. She would roll the diaper up in her towel and hide back in her bedroom, throwing the diaper away inside multiple bags. She had even planned to do all of this the day before the bin collection so there was even less chance of her parents, or even worse her sister, finding out.
Sakura could feel that the gusset of the diaper was warm. She knew that when she was desperate it was harder to hold whenever she coughed. And when she was out walking she would cough more. She had already admitted to herself that she might wet more than she wanted to by the time she got home. Her parents had bought her an embarrassingly large supply of discreet diapers after her first appointment. They had told her to let them know if she needed more. She loved them for it but hated the whole dilemma.
As she neared her home, she could feel the bloat press against her stomach. The occasional dribbles had weakened her hold on her bladder. This was the most desperate she had been in a while. She hated wearing the diapers around the house as it just felt wrong so this meant she still had lots left indoors. The thought quickly passed her mind to ease the pressure and use the diaper for it’s purpose. She was emotional enough as it is and felt like the pain in her stomach was not worth the wait. But then she hesitated. She actually hated using them. Most of the time she would wear them and throw them away either completely dry or only slightly soiled. She had also only properly ‘used’ the diapers at home. She always made sure she had peed before she left the house. Not today though.
Unfortunately for Sakura, there were a few people walking the streets. She assumed each person was going out for their essential shopping. Even the woman walking out of a shop with two bottles of wine she had joked to herself. She moaned slightly as she could feel the pressure building. She didn’t know what to do. It would be more than easy enough to let the floodgates open and wet right there as she walked. She could even stop and pretend to use her phone. She also thought her face would give herself away. Everyone would know, surely? What’s that girl there doing? Peeing her pants? Obviously! She moaned again.
What if it does leak? It might. Everyone would see? Oh no.
Panicked, Sakura stepped out into the small grass clearing next to her. She had just turned into her estate. The grass was still slightly wet so she realised sitting down would be silly. She also couldn’t make any decisions now. People might look out of their windows. She lived nearby. People would recognise her. They would all know she was wetting herself… obviously!
Sakura picked up her pace and struggled towards her house. She was grunting and spluttering into her mask as she awkwardly power walked down the streets. Her throat felt sore and coarse. Her breaths felt dry and weak. She knew she had to stop. Luckily however, she may have gone far enough. She leaned forwards onto the brick wall that lined the entrance to the green area on her estate. The wall sloped towards the ground and was made of mismatched yellow stones. There was a small, bright green tree either side of the entrance to the park which Sakura quickly thought hid her from the view of any of the windows in the surrounding houses. She coughed and spat onto the floor, wiping her mouth with her forearm. Still leaning forwards onto the wall she gave in. After tensing her crotch a few times in an attempt to let the pee out in spurts, she had lost the battle and let it all come out. The soft fabric of the diaper absorbed the warm pee and she could feel it puff against her vagina. She could feel it flow against her skin and pool at her backside. The padding around the back of the diaper started to fill too. She forced a few coughs. She tried to make it seem she was still legitimately in need of leaning against the wall. Her knees started to wobble as a wave of relief started to fill her body from the bottom up. Her upper body shook and her shoulders fidgeted. Her eyes were closed the whole time. She fought the imagery of the orange fire and sense of hopelessness with the rush of the relief. She suddenly remembered how she had dampened the black denim of her shorts in the panic of being surrounded by fire and how it had dried from the intense heat. Just like the heat surrounding her ladyhood now. Except this was a wet heat. She let out an accidental moan and instantly scoffed at the sound. She adjusted her legs after realising they were quite far apart. Despite still finishing the pee, Sakura stood up and wiped her mouth again. She forced her thighs together as if to stand up normally. She glared downwards to see no puddle on the pavement. She was both amazed and relieved. The pee stream had weakened to a light dribble as Sakura tried to walk normally towards her house. She had no idea if she was walking differently but she could feel the expanded diaper between her legs. She tried to innocently pat down her dress, making sure to feel around her backside. It didn’t seem as if the diaper was building too much but she had no way of knowing for sure. She could see her house. She ruffled the dress to try and make it flow naturally and awkwardly hurried to her front door.
Sara was waiting. As Sakura walked inside, her sister jumped out from the living room with an armful of socks folded together.
“Burglar!” she mocked, throwing a pair of socks. Sakura winced and took the socks to her collarbone.
“Burglar!!” Sara shouted louder, throwing yet another pair. Sakura dodged to her left as the socks hit the door.
“Get out!” Sara throwed another pair with more force. Sakura instinctively raised her right knee to try and block but remembered her full diaper. Scared Sara might see it, she lowered her foot and took the socks to her forehead. She wanted to hit the floor and let Sara know she won the fight but didn’t want to give her any reason to see the diaper. She fell to her knees and surrendered.
“You got me” she croaked before shutting her eyes tight. She felt the impact of more socks on her head. She nervously opened one eye. Sara was out of socks. Before she could get off the floor, Sara had ran up to her and threw her arms around her shoulders. Sakura hugged her back.
“Are you getting better?” she asked excitedly.
“I think so” Sakura said even though she was unsure.
“Did you get cobid?” she asked.
“No” Sakura chuckled then grunted.
“Yay!” Sara celebrated.
“I’m going upstairs. Pick up your socks” she told her sister, who did as she was told.
Sakura closed her bedroom door and leaned back onto it. She sighed as she felt safe. She raised her dress to see her bare legs and diaper. She realised they really ere discreet no matter how full it felt. It hugged her crotch and backside with only the smallest sign that it would show underneath some jeans. She figured most of the pee had soaked into the gusset, so the edges weren’t as full. This was also only the third time she had fully wet one. She thought for a while then thought what the hell. She pushed as hard as she could, forcing whatever was left inside of her to come out. Once again, Sakura felt the warm pee press against her vagina as it slowly absorbed into the already soaked padding. The leak lasted only a few seconds before pushing did nothing. She quietly groaned.
Sakura pressed her hand over the front of the diaper. Her fingers gently pressed into the squidgy material. There was a quiet sound of rustling plastic as she rubbed her hand over the material. She knew it was wrong, just like wetting herself without a diaper, but that felt good as well. She knew she wanted a shower. She always did after she went outside recently. The hot, enclosed shower always seemed to help her breath easier for a while. She would need a reason to breath easier soon anyway. Her breathing was becoming wheezy as she had started to moan while she rubbed the front of the diaper. The faint squelch of the saturated padding beneath her fingers was causing her to throb. Stepping away from the door and falling back onto her bed, Sakura continued to pleasure herself. The wet padding slid against her skin as her rubbing became harder. She could feel the edges of the diaper stretch and pull on the outside of her legs. The padding slapped against the top of her backside. She arched her back and opened her mouth, gasping for air, as her stomach seemed to erupt and her whole crotch fill with thick pins and needles. Another shot of warm liquid pressed against her as she rested her body back onto her bed. She could hardly catch her breath laying on her back. She sat up, groggy, and reached for a half drunk glass of water on her bedside table. She drank it all. Her heart was still racing and her head was sweaty. She couldn’t ignore the heavy pulsating feeling inside the wet diaper. With her throat somewhat soothed, she flopped backwards onto her bed. Her breasts fizzed as she decided to grab and gently rub her nipples over her dress. She slid one hand back down towards the diaper and started moving it about again. How was it possible to hate and love every moment of something?
About twenty minutes had passed since Sakura had awoken from her nap. She squealed and sat up. Fuck. Did anyone come in? Did anyone see? She thought maybe not. The diaper now felt cold and heavy beneath her. Luckily it hadn’t leaked against her bedsheet. She stood up and hurriedly grabbed some pyjamas and her towel, eager to clean herself up. She grabbed her phone and stared at the lock screen, startled.
Lula: “Hope you’re okay. Me and Rosie are meeting up tomorrow. You coming? We all need to talk” |
A Memorable Meeting (Part 1)
Lula spluttered as she tried to catch her breath. She was struggling to control her heavy, excitable panting. Her heart pounded against her chest. After closing her eyes to regain composure, she leaned right and slowly peered around the wall. She immediately snapped her head back.
She’s there. Oh no. Oh no. Oh… shh…shit. Hehe.
Lula pushed her feet into the ground, ready to pounce, clutching the pistol in her hands as tightly as she could. The bright yellow and blue plastic was slippery beneath against her skin. She could feel the wrinkles in her fingers as she waited. Her dark brown hair was sodden and clung to her face and neck. She could just about dig her bare toes into the mud below.
Rosie let out a bellowing cry. A high pitched shriek with a wobble of her tongue. She jumped into view on Lula’s right hand side. She hadn’t even heard her approach. Rosie pointed both pistols at Lula’s face and repeatedly pulled at the triggers. Lula flinched and gargled as jets of water drenched her already wet face. Small streams trickled down her neck and under her tshirt. She could feel the material of her swimsuit absorb the water.
“Got you!” Rosie shouted, laughing. Lula snorted and wiped her eyes with her forearm.
“Arrrgh!” Lula cried back, lusting for revenge. She pointed her single pistol in front of her and pulled the trigger. By the time she had opened her eyes, Rosie had disappeared. She paused, baffed.
How did she… where did she go?
Lula carefully trod out into the open. Her cover was blown. Rosie had fled. But where to? She was annoyingly light footed. Lula held the pistol with both hands and raised it to her face like she had seen in the movies. She thought she looked cool doing it. She certainly felt it. She sniffled as water droplets fell from her fringe. Lula tactically forced the pistol in front of her as she stepped out around the corner of the wall. The toy pointed exactly where she looked; towards the bushes, at the window, over towards the cars. She clumsily paced across the grass, focusing harder on looking for Rosie than where she was going.
“ABLBLBLBOPBOBLLBLBBOP” she heard again. Rosie’s high pitched shriek. Her tribal war cry.
Behind the cars!
Lula jumped into action, leaping towards the first car sat on the driveway and squatting behind it.
“BLBLBLBLBLBLBLAAA”
Lula smiled. Rosie was close. She must be.
Slowly, Lula placed the palms of her hands on the tarmac. A loose stone pinched at her skin and she quietly swore to herself, scrunching her nose in pain. With her backside in the air, she leaned down and forwards.
She’s on the other side of Mum’s car. She is! She is! She must be!
The underside of her Dad’s car was black and greasy. As Lula moved her head to see beneath both cars she gasped. Rosie was already laying down, facing her, on the ground two cars away. Both of her pistols were pointing towards Lula. She couldn’t react in time. Two long streams of water were shot towards Lula. They had only just reached her but she jumped regardless.
“HAHAHAHA” Rosie shouted out again, getting up and running somewhere new.
Lula hurried to her feet and rubbed her knees. Loose stones had imprinted themselves into her skin. She hopped back onto the grass and fell onto her backside.
She must have ran the other way. She couldn’t come this way. I would see her. She’s gone to the back garden. She must have.
Lula parted the bush between herself and the driveway. Quiet. She sighed in suspicion before getting back to her feet and creeping around the front of the cars, stopping at the bonnet of her Mum’s car. She pointed her pistol around to where Rosie had been laying before looking. She wouldn’t be caught out again.
1... 2… 3!
Lula stood up and ran past her Mum’s car. Maybe speed was the key. Rosie was fast. That’s how she kept getting her. It must be the reason why. Lula bomb burst past the gate to the back garden and onto the tiled patio. The smell of the barbeque filled her nose again. The light drone and chuckle of people speaking brought her back to reality. For a while she had thought it was only her and Rosie fighting to the death. She stood astounded, feet wide apart and both hands still firmly attached to the pistol. She glared around the garden but there was no sign of Rosie. Her expression dropped.
Where did she go? There’s nowhere else… How…?
Lula fell forwards as a ball of water exploded against her back. The single splash sound seemed to echo within her. The back of her tshirt and swimsuit became saturated. Whatever water hadn’t clung to her fell into the grass around her feet. Lula turned. Rosie was stood next to her. She had hidden behind the gate. How had she not seen her? Rosie had the smuggest smile on her face.
“Bitch” Lula said under her breath, smiling. Rosie gave an angled nod of approval and sprinted past her to the other end of the garden where she had kept a pile of water balloons. She threw her pistols to the floor and picked up two balloons. One blue and one red. They seemed heavy in her hands, sagging around her palms. Lula just stood there as her clothes dripped.
Lula knew how this played out. She remembered. She would run at Rosie. Rosie would throw both balloons. One would hit and one would miss, hitting the fence to Lula’s left. The wated that hit the fence would bounce off and rain over them both. Rosie would pick up one of her pistols and make another sprint back towards the gate and to the front of the house. Lula would pick up one of the prepared balloons and Rosie’s extra pistol then give chase.
Lula faked movement as she went to run then stopped, hoping to make Rosie panic. It didn’t work. She gave up. Lula ran straight for Rosie. Rosie then decided to react, clumsily throwing both the balloons in Lula’s direction. One burst at Lula’s feet and the other against the fence on her right. The water exploded off the fence and came back at them both. Rosie knew she had to get up so picked up the pistol closest to her, slipped, regained herself, then ran towards the centre of the garden before turning back to the gate. Lula skidded as Rosie set off, shooting wildly behind her, missing, as she sprinted. As Rosie escaped, Lula bent over to pick up a water balloon and saw Rosie’s second pistol. She grabbed both, carrying both pistols in her right hand and forefinger over both triggers. The water balloon weighed down in her left hand. A grenade she thought. She had the upper hand. She smiled.
Lula halted on the other side of the gate, back outside the front of the house. A confident look spread across her face.
“Give it up!” Rosie’s voice came from the other side of the cars, back where she had hidden only a few minutes ago.
“No, you should!” Lula replied.
Rosie appeared around the corner where she found Lula just before. Somehow Rosie seemed to know exactly where Lula was stood. Her single pistol pointed straight at her. Lula snapped her gaze to the left and threw the balloon. Rosie disappeared back behind the wall as the balloon flew past her, bouncing then bursting in the grass. Rosie reappeared and point ed the pistol at Lula.
“I have you!”
“I have you!” Lula shouted back, pointing both pistols at Rosie. Neither of them shot.
“Well?” Lula asked, knowing she had more to shoot if Rosie started.
“Time out!” Rosie replied.
What?
“What do you mean?”
“Time out!” Rosie replied again.
“Wwwhyyy?” Lula asked, suspicious. She remembered what happened next too. Although, strange she remembered this now. She hardly ever remembered this whole event. Why now?
Rosie disappeared back behind the wall. Lula made her way over slowly, still pointing both pistols at the bricks in case she showed her face.
“Rosie?” Lula asked. What’s she doing? She’s going to jump out…?
Lula approached the corner and peered around. Rosie was squatting in the grass, her pistol resting on her knee in her right hand.
“What are you doing?” Lula asked.
“Needed to pee” Rosie laughed, looking up at Lula.
Lula looked down. She heard it before she saw it. Rosie was peeing in her shorts. Through her swimsuit!
“What are you doing!?” Lula asked again amused. They both giggled.
Rosie shrugged.
“Needed to pee” she replied nonchalantly.
“In your shorts?” Lula asked.
“I’m already wet. Who will know?” Rosie said shrugging. Lula was baffled.
Rosie bounced as she squatted, letting the last few drops fall from the material of her shorts. She stood up then began to squirt the water pistol on herself.
“No one will know!”
Her black cycling shorts shone white as she shot herself with water. The black lycra absorbed everything that was shot at them. Lula was still speechless.
“But why” she asked.
“Why not?” Rosie replied, “Who will know?”
“Me?” Lula replied, confused.
“It’s okay” Rosie laughed, “this is the second time I’ve done it!”
Second!?
“What? When did you do it before?”
“Oh just after we started”
“Why?” Lula asked again.
“It’s easier” Rosie replied, still chuckling to herself, “and I’m already wet. Try it!” she offered as she quickly pointed her pistol at Lula’s crotch and shot a few squirts. Lula took a step back.
“What, no?” she replied somewhat disgusted.
“Chicken. It’s okay” Rosie pushed even more. Lula frowned. She did need to pee but had been holding it until she went indoors. The idea of wetting herself hadn’t even crossed her mind. Why would she? Why would Rosie? Just why?
“Just find somewhere, pee, then squirt yourself with water. No one will ever know!” Rosie still encouraged her. Lula hesitated. Rosie was making sense. What she said was true. No one would know. But why would she? Because she could? Was that a good enough reason? Maybe.
“I haven’t wet myself for years” Lula exclaimed. Rosie just smiled.
“On accident” Rosie replied.
“What? At all!”
“Well this wasn’t an accident. This was just… convenient” Rosie giggled, “don’t you need to go?” she asked.
Lula blushed.
“Sort of” she admitted.
“Just go then” Rosie almost demanded. Lula frowned again. Her brow started to ache from frowning. Now she thought about it, she probably could pee if she wanted to. The excitement of the water fight had stopped her thinking about it. But now they were stood still and talking about it she realised the feeling was there. The bloat. The pressure.
“I don’t know…” Lula replied awkwardly.
“Just sit” Rosie offered, “come on” she finished, sitting in the grass first.
“Can you even tell I did it?” Rosie asked, opening her legs. The black lycra stretched with her legs. They were wet sure but you’d never tell from pee. They were shooting each other with water so of course she would be wet. Lula was wet as well though.
“Swimsuits are made to get wet anyway” Rosie continued.
“Okay just… it’s weird” Lula admitted.
“Yeah whatever. Sit” Rosie ordered. Lula sat, dropping the water pistols either side of her.
Lula sat cross legged on the grass, looking at Rosie who was sat forwards leaning on her knees.
“You’re already wet”
“I know I know. Just. Shht” Lula snapped. This was all weird. It felt wrong. She could feel the pee there but couldn’t find it in herself to let it go. She looked back up at Rosie who had her eyebrows raised. The crotch of her shorts were wide.
You really can’t tell she did it. Screw it.
Lula shuffled in the grass then looked down. At first nothing happened but then a shot of warm pee hit against the inside of her swimsuit. She felt it damped and spread over her vagina before seeping down towards her backside. It began to pool in the seat of her shorts. A faint hiss could be heard. She whimpered and shuffled again. What was she doing? The warmth spread around her but so did the relief. The feeling seemed to fill her as the pee escaped her. The pee made her swimsuit and shorts feel heavy but she felt more and more lighter as she relieved herself. Her cotton, jogging bottom style shorts sagged as she sat up, half squatting. Pee fell from the shorts and down her legs. She awkwardly pulled the waistband of the shorts and saw the pee glisten against her swimsuit down below. The midnight blue colour of the swimsuit appeared black around her crotch. She could feel it soak into the material. And around her back? What? How?
Everything started to feel wet. At first her backside and waist but now her lower back. And then her sides. And now her upper back and shoulder blades. What is this? Why…
Lula snapped her eyes open and sat up. She had pretty much finished. The last few trickles of pee were already making their way out of her as she realised what had happened… again.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
Lula had refused to wear the diaper again. She hated the fact her parents wanted her to. She hated how the one time she had worn one before it was because she wanted to but now she was expected to she didn’t want to. The enjoyment factor had gone. She hated them. They embarrassed her. Her parents embarrassed her about them. They didn’t mean to but they did. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to hold back tears.
Lula switched on the lamp on her bedside table. She squinted as the amber light filled her side of the room. She threw the duvet to the far side of the bed and inspected the damage. There was no hiding it. Certainly no denying it. Her bed was soaked. She was soaked. Her light grey leggings were a few shades darker. The wet patch grew out from her crotch and between her thighs. Her baby blue bedsheet had gone slightly see through where the pee had spread. The bumps in the material of her waterproof mattress cover poked through the wetness. The protector had worked, obviously, but she hated that she would have to wash it again. Her parents would know. Again. They would tell her to wear the diapers overnight. Again. She sighed angrily then checked her phone. Some light was starting to bleed around her curtains. It had just gone 4am.
Lula fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling.
Uggghhhh. Do I just pretend I was asleep? Or sort this now? They’ll wake up if I start moving around now. Fuck that. I won’t hear the end of it. Can I hide it all until later? I can wash it when they’re at work? I could…
Lula couldn’t decide what to do. She couldn’t bare thinking of telling her parents that she had wet the bed yet again. Not since the pack of mostly unused diapers still sat in her wardrobe; purchased by her parents at the advise of the doctors. She shook her head again. She had made up her mind. She… would… wait it out. She’d done it before at Rosie’s house, on the airbed, so she could do it again now. This would be the first time she’d done it this week and not told her parents through. She was confident she could get away with it. If she stayed in bed until both her Mum and Dad had gone to work then she could get up and wash everything. It just all seemed worse doing this at home though. That time at Rosie’s, she wasn’t in her own bed and Rosie seemed to have it all planned out. Her though, right now, she would be hiding the wetting from her parents. She would be denying them the truth of how bad she was suffering with it. She had hardly used any of the diapers not only to not feel the embarrassment of regressing into them and her parents knowing it, but to prove to herself she could control this. The was only one problem. She could not control it. Not yet.
Lula pulled the duvet back over her legs and up to her chest. She winced at the thought of the duvet cover dampening against the sheet. That couldn’t be helped. Lula switched the lamp back off. Her only option now was to try and get back to sleep. Surely she wouldn’t dream again in the next few hours? If she could get to sleep that was.
~
Lula awoke to her curtains wide open. They moved gently in the breeze flowing through the open window. She shivered. She was still laying on her back. Luckily, she hadn’t moved. As she lifted her back and backside off the bed she could feel the cold, damp material cling to her skin. Her phone read 10:30. Both her parents would be at work. It was time to get up. But… first…
The opportunistic though raced through her mind. As much as she hated her situation at the moment, being able to wet more frequently on purpose was something Lula was taking advantage of. She tensed and then relaxed. A fresh, short wave of pee escaped from her and resoaked her leggings and bedsheet. She felt it pool at her backside and legs as it spread out beneath her again. It didn’t last long but she felt the heat against her vagina. She began to throb. She moaned. She knew she was meeting Rosie and Sakura today but she still had time. She slid her arms under the duvet and pulled at the material of her leggings. They made a faint slap sound as she let them form back to her legs. She began to masturbate over the wet material. She could feel her fingers rub between her lips until she found the right spot. She let out an uncontrollable gasp. The end result didn’t take long. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her thighs felt numb and her waist fizzed. She gave one final push and felt the last of the pee press against the hand she had cupped over her crotch. It took her about five minutes to regain composure.
Right… oh. Ohhhhh. Right. Phew. Shower. Change. Wash stuff. Meet girls. PHEW. Phewww. She was breathing heavily. The excitement began to fade though. The girls. They had a lot to discuss. A lot to talk about. This would be the first time they all met up since the fire; and Rosie had changed. She wasn’t herself. No longer the bubbly and confident spirit she always had been. Certainly not the playful Rosie from her dream.
Damn… that was years ago. What were we? Ten? Eleven? Did it even happen like that? I remember the water fight. But did we both…? We must have? I think…? We did?
The memories came flooding back. Lula was sure that day happened exactly as she had dreamt it. But why had she suddenly remembered it? Had Rosie been trying to condition her into wetting since an earl age? Had Rosie been doing it from an early age? How had she not remembered that time before? Why had she only remembered it now? Hmmmmm.
Lula flipped onto her front, soaking her tshirt against the bedsheet. She had clenched her first, exposing her thumb. She was riding it slowly over the wetness. She moaned again. She’d get ready soon but first… |
A Memorable Meeting (Part 2)
“It’s. Fine!” snapped Rosie, pausing between the two words.
“Rosie…”
“NO!” she yelled back, breathing heavily through her nose. Tears had started to well up in her eyes.
“And don’t… just… NO! I’m going!” she yelled, not letting her Mum respond. She hopped around on her left foot, pushing the crutch in her right hand into the floor, and awkwardly shuffled away. Two tears dribbled down her cheeks. She loudly groaned as her crutch banged against the doorway out of the kitchen.
“Rosie…” her Mum called with exhaustion in her voice. She was still leaning against the kitchen counter, rubbing her face. She didn’t call out again but glared at the floor in worry as she heard Rosie slump up each stair. One at a time. Molly knew that Rosie was in pain but she was running out of ways to help. Rosie had become isolated and argumentative. She got angry over small things and would shout and scream. She would take everything out on her parents. They were the only people around her so there was nowhere else for it all to go. Molly sighed and her face dropped as she cried into her hands.
“Fuckin… fuckin… grgrgr… ughhh… fuckin” Rosie grumbled as she final struggled over the top stair. She paused to catch her breath, leaning heavily on the crutch. She grunted and made her way into her bedroom, pushing the door shut. She didn’t have the energy to slam it.
Her bedroom was starting to smell. Piles of clothes littered the floor and a few plates had started to pile up. Rosie scrunched her face to the tears stopped trickling into her mouth. She wiped her face with her spare hand and bounced as she sat onto her bed, letting the crutch rest against the mattress. Rosie winced as she cried into her hands. She started to dig her nails into her brow and driver her knees together. She exhaled sharply and punched the mattress before laying on her back. She closed her eyes again and let herself cry. The heavy breathing was causing her ribs to ache. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she sobbed.
Rosie didn’t know why she was getting angry. Trying to push out the memories was hard. Trying to imagine if things had gone differently was almost impossible. Trying not to blame herself for not going to find Beth was soul destroying. She blamed herself every day. She knew her flame had ran out. She felt empty and unmotivated. All the time she was awake all she could do was think about Beth and feel guilty. When asleep, she was in the cave again. Hungry. Alone. Wet. Dirty. Scared. Probably dying. She was finding it impossible to relax or have fun. She hardly messaged Lula anymore. Although, seeing her out of the hospital was the best moment since it all happened. She closed her eyes tighter as she remembered that day; seeing Lula hobble out of the hospital doors and walk into the sunlight; finally seeing her best friend after all that time. But Sakura… She felt conflicted.
She caused the fire. It’s… her… fault? But I didn’t help… It’s my fault. Lottie made her throw the bottle… It’s her fault. We didn’t get there sooner… it’s our fault. Lula was late… it’s her fault. I never stood up for her quick enough… it’s my fault. I ran away. It’s my fault. I didn’t help. It’s my fault. I… fuckin fuckin fucking didn’t….
Rosie began to huff and punch at her thighs as she swore out loud, blaming herself. Her eyelids felt heavy. She’d cried all she could cry. She sighed and let her face drop into her hands. Snot leaked into her palms. Her thighs now ached. Oh well. Fuck it. Fuck me.
~
Lula stared at herself in the mirror. She was unconvinced. She knew it was there. Surely everyone else would too? Underneath her jeans and leggings and compression shorts and underwear, was a diaper. She’d done everything she could to hide it. Her legs were warm but she felt it was worth it. She ran her hands over her crotch and backside once more, feeling for the edges of the padding. Her fingers rose ever so slightly as they felt the denim over the edge of the diaper. She winced and bit her bottom lip. She had no choice. This was her best option. She sighed and slumped.
“Don’t forget your mask” her Mum said, walking from the kitchen, as Lula reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Got it” she replied, tapping the pocket on her right. Her Mum looked down and gestured with her head.
“Do you…” she began to ask.
“Mmmmum. Yes” Lula replied awkwardly. She felt her cheeks get hot as her chest flustered.
“Okay… I couldn’t tell”
“Really?”
“Really. I can’t tell. You’re okay”
Lula smiled.
“Thank you” she said, leaning into her Mum’s side as an arm pulled her closer.
“Be careful”
Lula nodded against her Mum’s chest, pulling at the sleeves on her hoody.
~
Sakura was already there. She was sat staring at the slab floor of the bandstand. Her legs were crossed and bent underneath the bench. She’s not wearing her flower…
“Hey” Lula said softly, pulling herself up the couple of steps with a hand on one of the wooden beams. Sakura seemed to flinch before looking up.
“Hey” she replied quietly. Her knee length, midnight blue skirt creased between her hands She was also wearing a slightly decorative but mainly black t shirt. Her hair was brushed back and fell behind her shoulders.
“You okay?” Lula asked, sitting a few meters away. Despite the layers, she could feel the press of the diaper against her backside. She winced and took a moment to compose herself.
“Yeah” Sakura seemed to lie, nodding slightly. Lula mumbled in response.
“Is Rosie coming?” Sakura asked after a few minutes of silence. A cool breeze brushed through the bandstand every now and then.
“Should be” Lula replied, looking into the direction of the wind from the open field.
“Why?” she asked. Sakura shrugged.
“She has not spoken to me”
“She’s not said much to me either” Lula admitted, still not breaking gaze.
“Oh. You always speak though?”
“Yeah. We do. But what she went through… I’m worried about her”
“Mmm” Sakura replied.
“I’m… worried about you too” Lula admitted, finally looking back at Sakura. She raised her head and looked back.
“Why?”
“Because you’re not… you. We all feel like shit”
Sakura coughed into her hands.
“That from the…” Lula began to ask.
Sakura nodded as she continued to splutter before wiping her hands on her skirt.
“It’s not cov…”
“I know. I know” Lula cut in.
The pair went silent again.
“It was my fault. Wasn’t it?” Sakura eventually spoke up again. Lula was stunned.
“What? No…” Lula replied cautiously. To an extent… yes. Lula had believed this. She had thought about it herself. Sakura started the fire. She didn’t mean to. But she did. She had. It wasn’t her fault. How was she to know. She was angry. She was defending herself. She was dealing with Lottie. She was confused. She was stupid… We all played a part.
Sakura’s gaunt face remained expressionless as she continued to burn a hole into the concrete with her stare.
“Hey” Lula tried to sound comforting as she got up and sat next to Sakura.
“We can’t…”
“Fuck the rules” Lula said, putting an arm around Sakura.
“She… Beth was your friend” she began to sob. Lula nodded against Sakura’s head.
“Yeah… she was… she is” her eyes began to fill up too.
*tap tap tap*
Both the girls looked up. Rosie was leant against the edge of the bandstand. She looked uncomfortable. She was breathing heavily. Lula leapt from the bench and helped her up the steps. Sakura wiped her eyes. She didn’t dare look at Rosie. The three girls sat apart from each other. It was quiet. Rosie was trying to catch her breath as she let the crutch slip to the floor. She leaned back and groaned, supporting her chest.
“So?” Rosie eventually said out loud.
“You okay?” Lula asked. Rosie raised her eyebrows as she squeezed her belly.
“Doing great. Bad leg. Bad chest. Headaches. Dry mouth. The usual” she replied sarcastically but without the usual charm. Lula was concerned.
“Rosie…”
“What? What can you do?”
“I… what… can I do?”
“Nothing. Sorry. Just nothing” Rosie scoffed, rubbing her forehead, “everything hurts. But I don’t feel it. You know? I don’t feel it” she gestured towards her legs.
“Don’t feel what?” Lula asked. Rosie sighed. She shifted right and confidently pulled the waistband of her leggings down enough to show the bruises over her thighs. She was unashamed of her black underwear. Her thighs were covered in green, blue, and yellow bruises. Lula raised her hands to her mouth.
“Rosie… what are… why…”
Rosie closed her eyes and shook her head.
“I don’t need…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Lula had gotten up again and this time sat next to Rosie. The padding pressed against her once more. She slipped her arm through Rosie’s and leant into her. Rosie accepted the support and held Lula’s hand, interlocking her fingers and squeezing.
“Anything to say?” Rosie asked abruptly, looking over to Sakura. Lula didn’t look up. The tension cut through air. Sakura peered up from her knees and towards her friends. She thought they were still her friends. Lula was being nice. Maybe she was pretending to be nice? Maybe she didn’t want to take sides? But Rosie…
“Well?” Rosie’s voice broke as she spoke. Her lip wobbled and her eyes started to well up.
“Rosie…” Lula said gently, nudging with her elbow.
“No…N…No!” Rosie snapped, trying to stand up. Lula wasn’t expecting her to move.
“You can’t just come along and… and… fuck everything up” Rosie struggled to force herself to her feet.
“I…” Sakura was immediately cut off.
“You!” Rosie shouted. She pushed Lula back.
“You… killed… her. You nearly killed me” Rosie’s hand shook uncontrollably as she pointed towards Sakura. Sakura had wiped her eyes and was standing up. Her fingers were shifting against one another as she decided whether to make fists.
“Rosie…” Lula said worried.
“No, Lula. No. We went to stick up for her and she fucked it all up. Can’t control her fucking temper and now Beth… Beth is… I could have… And you were in hospital” Rosie had turned to face Lula. She hadn’t even noticed yet but Rosie had heavy black bags sagging under her bloodshot eyes. Her hair was dry and frayed. Her face was stained with grazes from popped spots. Her nails had been bitten as far back as they could go.
“And you. You only went because you were trying to get off with her ex” Rosie struggled to turn back to Sakura.
“What…?” Lula whimpered.
“What? I… No? He… Tom? He invited…”
“Don’t give me that shit. I see. Right. Through. You” Rosie jabbed her finger forwards with each separate word before pulling her hand back on the last.
Lula felt a heavy weight choke her. Her chest sunk. She felt a numbness spread from inside her. She pushed herself from the bench.
“You… were with Tom?”
“You know she fucking was” Rosie snapped.
“I didn’t know. He texted me. He messaged me and wanted to meet up and then asked me to go to the party then the other girl…”
Lula believed her. She didn’t think for a second that Sakura was conspire against either of them. But this was still news to her. She still felt betrayed.
Rosie hobbled across the bandstand towards Sakura.
“I don’t know what you…”
Rosie’s eyes were aflame. Sakura stepped back as Rosie came towards her.
“Don’t…” Sakura warned.
Rosie let out a yelp as she tried throwing a punch toward Sakura. Sakura immediately grabbed Rosie’s limp fist and pushed her away. Groggy and unbalanced, Rosie fell backwards onto the hard floor. Lula gasped as Rosie hit the ground with a thump.
“Stop! Please. Stop!” Lula cried out, leaping between her two friends. She croaked and spluttered as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Just stop!” she yelled again. Lula fell to her knees and grabbed one of Rosie’s ankles with her left hand. In her right was a piece of scrunched up newspaper.
“Just stop” she whimpered again. She felt Sakura’s hand and forehead on her right shoulder. Rosie shuffled on her backside and leaned in towards Lula. She nestled in Lula’s arm and rested on her left thigh. The three girls sobbed together.
“Please don’t fight” Lula whimpered again. Despite the tears, her throat was feeling dry again. She kept puckering her lips to let each bead of salty water wet her mouth.
“I’m fucking angry” Rosie muttered.
“I’m sorry” Sakura admitted.
“Stop” Lula pleaded. She raised her head and sniffed hard.
“She’s gone. It’s all our faults. Please don’t fight” Lula croaked.
They didn’t speak again for a while. Their crying had died down to sniffles.
“Nice nappy” Rosie said quietly. Lula flinched.
How the fuck…?
Rosie felt Lula shift. She raised an eyebrow in confusion. Sakura awkwardly pushed her skirt between her legs. Lula looked down to Sakura.
“What…?” Lula started to ask.
Rosie smirked.
“Both of you?!” she asked surprised.
“Am I the only one here not wearing…” Rosie chuckled to herself. She leaned back, letting go of Lula. Sakura’s cheeks were a crimson red.
“I… the fire… I…” Sakura started her excuse as she shifted uncomfortably on the floor.
“Me too…” Lula admitted, comforting her.
Lula flinched again and almost jumped up as she felt the waistband of her jeans snap back towards her.
“Layers. Nice” Rosie admitted. Lula lowered her eyebrows in anger.
Sakura let out a giggle. Lula snapped her gaze right then giggled too. She sighed and shook her head.
“Where’s yours then?” Lula plucked the courage to ask Rosie.
Rosie just shook her head and pouted.
“Need to let it all breath, you know” she waved her hand around her crotch comically. Lula giggled again.
“That bad?”
“Mmhmm” Rosie sounded under her breath.
Lula reached out and grabbed behind both Rosie and Sakura’s heads and pulled them in. Their foreheads touched together as Lula embraced them both. The scrap of newspaper was still scrunched in her right hand.
“I love you both. We can’t fight. We can’t… give up hope” she started to tear up again.
“When I was… in the hospital. Dottie… the lady next to me… she… oh she was lovely. Rosie… the cave… her daughter… they found her… look” Lula began to unfold the scrap in her hand, showing the article about Frances and Dottie’s handwritten quote at the bottom. Rosie pulled the paper from Lula’s hand and skimmed the text. Lula let go of the girls and forced herself to her feet. Her legs felt heavy with pins and needles. She tried to sniff away the tears.
Rosie handed Sakura the scrap of paper when she finished reading. She looked around without focussing on anything. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the picture with the article. The rough walls of the cave. The opening in the wall above where she had sat. The jagged stones across the floor. She took a few deep breaths before stretching out on the floor to reach her crutch. She looked up at Lula who was staring out of the bandstand. Her arms were folded and her chests shook as she cried. Rosie sighed as the adrenaline from earlier faded away. She picked up the crutch and hit it against Sakura’s knee. Sakura looked up quickly.
“I’m sorry” Rosie admitted, tilting her head. Sakura’s expression relaxed as she nodded in agreement. The girls edged towards each other.
“I’m sorry” she said again, leaning against Sakura. She closed her eyes and gently shook her head.
“I’m sorry too” Sakura whimpered as she held the scrap in her hands.
“Where’s Lula?” Rosie asked, realising she had disappeared.
“I don’t know” Sakura replied, helping Rosie to her feet. They both looked around from the centre of the bandstand.
“There” Sakura pointed out towards the closest treeline.
“What’s that way? Who are they?” she asked. Rosie hobbled over.
“The cemetery…” Rosie said slowly.
The hearse made it’s way calmly into the cemetery. The black metal glistened beneath the sun. Lula, astounded, was pacing across the field towards the short wooden fence that lined against the edge of the road. Resting against the dark wooden coffin, and surrounded by wreaths of plump, multi coloured flowers, was a framed photo of Dottie. Lula cried out loud as she got closer to the car. Her face was shrivelled and tight and wet from tears. She stopped at the wooden fence and walked alongside the hearse. Rosie and Sakura were calling form behind her but she couldn’t hear them. Her peripheral vision was blurred. Her vision was fixated on the picture inside the car. There was a procession of three cars following the hearse. Lula didn’t notice the elderly man sat in the passenger seat of the first car. His black suit was immaculate and what remained of his hair was brushed over his head. He was scrunching his mouth and rolling his moustache on his upper lip. He noticed the girl walking beside the car. Who was she?
Lula felt Sakura’s grip on her shoulders. The procession had parked up and about ten people were exiting the vehicles. Lula ignored Sakura and stepped over the wooden fence, innocently walking down the road into the cemetery. The grass around her was freshly cut and the tiny pieces of loose gravel shifted underneath shoes. Lula noticed the man close the door of the first car. He was short and slightly plump. He adjusted his collar and wiped his jacket as she stood up properly. He turned to face Lula.
“Can I help you?” he called over, “This is a funeral, my dear, you can’t just…”
“Dottie” Lula whimpered, walking towards him.
“How do you know…”
“She was in the bed next to me… in the hospital”
“…my wife” Benedict finished. He smirked. His eyes rested peacefully towards Lula. She noticed his moustache rise at the tips where he smiled.
“Lula” he said softly. She nodded. He raised a hand between them both with his palm facing up.
“May I?” he asked. She nodded again, taking his hand. He pulled her close and hugged her tight. Lula felt a frail hand rest and curl up against her upper back.
“No, no, sorry. I’m getting your suit messy” she pulled away and wiped her eyes.
“Don’t worry, dear. My Dottie wrote to me a lot. She mentioned you” he said, lowering his head and looking at Lula through the tops of his eyes.
“She told me about the kind girl in the bed next to her. The girl who was worried about her friend. The girl who reminded her of…”
“Frances” Lula cut in, “I’m so sorry”
Benedict shook his head and let his hands rest on Lula’s shoulders.
“Don’t…”
“Lose hope?” she finished again, smirking and wiping her eyes.
“I didn’t” she chuckled beneath her tears. Lula turned around to see Rosie finally making her way over the fence and sitting on it as she tried to catch her breath. Sakura was stood there too, one foot in front of the other, fumbling with her hands at her front.
“Wait. Wait!” Lula stuttered, grabbing Benedict’s hands and running back to the girls. Sakura held out the scrap of paper as Lula took it, rubbing her thumb over her hand.
“Here. Dottie gave me this. Take it, please” Lula unfolded the scrap and held it out to Benedict. He pulled his head back a bit and held the paper in front of him as he read. He gently rubbed his fingers over the handwriting at the bottom of the page as he read the article. This was the first time Lula saw a tear fall from his eye.
“Benny!” a voice called from towards the cemetery building. Benedict turned and gestured with his hand as he nodded. He took Lula’s hands, placed the paper in her palms, then closed her hands with his own. He shook his head.
“Keep it, please” he said. Lula felt his hands shake on top of her own. They both smiled.
“I have to go inside. I would invite you but I’m not allowed anyone else in”
“No… no, it’s okay. Please. Sorry. I’ve kept you…”
“Don’t you dare apologise, dear. I never thought I would meet you. But you kept my Dottie happy in her last few days. This was never going to be a great day. But I can assure you you’ve made it brighter” Benny pushed Lula’s hands into her chest and let go.
Benny bowed ever so slightly as he stepped away from Lula, readjusted his collar, took a deep sigh, turned, and walked towards the cemetery building. The stones cracked and shifted beneath his polished shoes. Lula held the scrap tightly to her chest. She could hear the crutch tapping against the ground and she felt the presence of Rosie and Sakura come up either side of her. The three girls watched, and cried, but admired, as the coffin was lifted from the hearse and carried into the wide arch doors. Benny walked directly behind the coffin. He stood upright and from a distance appeared confident and strong. The only giveaway was when he pulled the white hankie from his pocket to wipe his face as he disappeared behind the doors. |
Night Wets
The lift doors slid shut.
Lula exhaled slowly and rubbed her palms over her eyes, slipping her fingers through her fringe. The lift jolted to a halt. Panicked, Lula pulled her hands from her face and spun, staring at the four walls around her. The lights had gone out. The floor numbers on the panel were dimly lit green. What floor was I on? Where… where am I going? Wait what?
Lula instinctively pushed all the buttons. Each clicked and turned orange. Her breathing got heavier. She wiped over the buttons again and again. Nothing. She took a step back and frantically looked around. She slammed her hands against the cold metal wall in front of her. Lula rubbed around trying to find the doors. She was gasping aloud trying not to whimper. Eventually she could feel the rigid lined pattern beneath her fingers. Another orange glow; but it was tall and between the two doors. Lula punched at the metal causing a loud echo.
“Hello!?” Anyone!?” she yelled out helplessly. The glow between the doors was getting brighter. Panting, Lula placed her hand right against the door. She winced and immediately pulled it away. Her fingers and palm were red raw. Her skin peeled. Blisters sat in the creases of her fingers. Tears filled her eyes as she grabbed her wrist in agony. The glow was getting hotter. Lula coughed. Smoke began to trickle through the crack between the doors. Lula coughed again. She could feel sweat pour down her face. She wanted to scream but didn’t dare open her mouth. The smoke was getting thicker and crack between the doors hotter.
I’m going to burn. Burn to death. Fuck. Fuck Fuck. Fuck.
Lula took a step backwards away from the doors. The lift tilted backwards. Lula stumbled. The lift tilted some more. The doors and the glow rose up in front of her as the floor fell backwards. There was nothing to hold on to. Lula felt her shoes scrape against the floor of the lift as she lost her footing, slipping the falling downwards. Flames engulfed the upturned lift as she fell away from it. The rush of air rushed past her as the flaming box disappeared into the darkness. Lula felt her ears pop and skin tickle as she continued to fall. Her arms and legs flailed above her. Everything was black. She seemed to be falling faster. Lula felt her heart pound against her chest. Her heartbeat echoed through her head. She fought the pressure of the fall and struggled to open her eyes. The darkness above her was surrounded by a light. It seemed to be falling towards her. As she opened her eyes fully, the dark shape rushed down and the surrounding light spread outwards.
A… lid?
It all seemed to happen at once. The black shape above her slammed down with a loud, bellowing thud as Lula fell into a pile of soft, cushioned silk. The impact of the fall and the sound of the thud caused Lula to take a sharp inhale of breath.
Lula sat bolt up right. She pushed her arms away but they were stuck under her duvet. She was murmuring as she took short, quick breaths. Her face was wet from sweat. Her baggy t shirt clung to her collarbone. Slowly, she was recognising the small red glow from the bottom of her TV and the white light from her laptop charging on the floor. She stayed upright for a while trying to compose herself. All she could hear was herself breathing, worried her parents would hear. Driving her face into her hands, Lula felt beads of sweat form between her fingers. She quickly pulled her hands away. The build up of hot air felt like it was suffocating her. She clung to her chest and winced as the sweat dripped over her eyes. Phlegm built up at the back of her throat which she had to keep coughing up.
Lula had no idea how long the moment lasted. She wanted to cry but feared making more noise. Luckily, no one had heard her. She leaned over the side of her bed and used an old tshirt to wipe her face. Her fringe was rough but her bun had stayed mostly intact. With a shaky hand, Lula grabbed the glass at her bedside, taking shallow sips of the lukewarm water. As her lips wettened, some water dribbled down her chin and between her crossed legs. Strangely, the water felt smooth down her chin compared to the sticky sweat on her forehead. She put the glass back and rubbed over the droplets on her sheet. There wasn’t much of a mess; and the mattress protector would have absorbed most of it. Her hands then went straight to her pyjama shorts. They sat loosely atop the diaper which crinkled as she pressed against it. She felt the inside gently move against her ladyhood. Trying to take her mind off the panic attack, Lula closed her eyes and tried to indulge on the feeling of the diaper. Was it wet? Eh, sort of. Damp. A small leak. Probably happened as while she felt like she was falling. The inside of both her thighs were bone dry so nothing had leaked, confirming it was mostly dry.
With her breathing back down to a normal rate, Lula laid back down. She quickly pulled her tshirt off. The damp front was too uncomfortable against her chest. She threw it across her room but couldn’t see where it landed. She laid there bare chested with her duvet covering her lower legs. As her eyes adapted to the dark she could just make out the shape of her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. She closed her eyes again and tried to relax and maybe fall asleep again. She left her hands perched over her belly.
As everything seemed to calm down, Lula could feel the slightest of breezes over her nipples. She twitched and wiggled her fingers. Her fingertips tickled her skin. She could never explain why, but always knew that she would feel horny after a panic attack. Maybe it was the process of calming down. Maybe it was a state she felt comfortable in, certainly on her own. Maybe it was a coping mechanism? A way to feel back in control of her body? She shivered as her vagina tensed and a pulse of pins and needles spread outwards. There was no denying what she wanted to do next. She knew it would be okay. She had done it before. Multiple times in fact in the last few weeks. That’s what the diapers were for; and the mattress protector. She tickled her belly with her fingertips one more time before arching her back slightly and releasing the tension in her stomach. A torrent of pee immediately left her and forced its way into the diaper. The silence of her room was broken as the subdued pooling sound filled her ears. The warmth built up around her vagina and quickly spread outwards and down towards her backside. The pee felt pleasurably hot as it left her. She imagined the steam building up inside the diaper like wetting on a cold night. Lula grabbed her breasts and began to squeeze her nipples. She let out an innocent moan. She felt the soggy diaper against her skin as she arched her back some more.
*vrrbt vrrbt*
Lula let out a high pitched squeal as her phone vibrated. The screen shone white and lit up her room. She tensed and stopped the floor, instinctively covering herself with the duvet. As the screen went black she leaned over and unplugged it.
Rosie: “Can’t sleep. It happened again”
Fuucckk.
Lula calmed her breathing once more.
Did she just send this? Or is this from earlier? No… she did just send it. It? It happened?
Lula: “Same. What’s up?”
Rosie: “Wow didn’t expect you to reply”
Lula: “Nightmares again”
Rosie: “Aww babes. But yeah. IT”
Lula: “Like do you want a balloon sort of IT?”
Rosie: “No you dick. Big wet. Lots of pee. Can’t fucking control it”
Oh fuck. Is she worse off than me? I know we… did… this… before the fire… but now we’re both suffering?
Lula: “Oh sorry”
Rosie: “Don’t be. Just fucking shit. How you doing?”
Lula: “Well”
She didn’t mean to press send but did.
Rosie: “Well… happened to you as well hasn’t it?”
Lula felt her face go red. Even after all this time she would still feel embarrassed if it was an accident. But this wasn’t so why did she feel it?
Rosie: “I take that as a yes”
Lula: “Yeah”
She nervously typed her answer with her thumbs hovering above the screen.
Lula gasped as the picture appeared on the screen. Rosie had sent an image of her bed. Her legs were down either side of the picture and a dark patch between them. The flash from her phone made the creases in her sheet glow white where it had been freshly soaked. Lula could just make out the shine of pee against Rosie’s thighs. Lula shifted her weight as she tensed again. Her crotch felt like it was pulsating as she realised she had stopped her flow. She didn’t know if it was in the heat of the moment or just to repay the favour Rosie had just sent, but Lula angled her phone to send a similar picture. Her room instantly lit up and went back to darkness. The picture appeared in the chat. Both Lula’s legs were down the side of the screen and the white of the diaper could be seen poking out above the waistband of her pink shorts and slightly out the sides where they had been pulled up. Her black sheet appeared dry… because it was. Lula never sent pictures. She instantly regretted it. Being horny and tired and recently panicked was a strange mindset to be in. She carelessly untensed and let the last of the pee slither into the soaked padding of the diaper.
Rosie: “Cute”
Lula: “Shut up”
Rosie: “I win for wetness”
Lula: “Put one on as well then”
Rosie: “I don’t wanna”
Lula: “Neither do I”
Rosie: “Don’t then”
Lula: “Don’t want the mess”
Rosie: “Yeah well I’m used to it aren’t I”
Lula: “I suppose”
Rosie: “And to think we do this for fun”
Lula: “Did”
There was a pause. It felt awkward. Rosie had a point. They did wet for fun. Lula knew how it made her feel but still wasn’t completely sure if it was a fetish for Rosie or just a convenience. She has assumed fetish for a long time now but never found the courage to ask. She just went with it. They both accepted it so why make it more awkward than it needed to be?
And Sakura… she embraced… not embraced… tried? Felt pressured? Nah. Tried it too? Not on purpose. Not like us. But wasn’t bothered by it? And now we all… wear nappies? Wear… Have to use… Ugh.
Rosie: “Well I’m gonna try sleep again”
Lula: “Same”
Rosie: “Don’t let the wet bed bugs bite”
Lula: “Same to you”
Rosie didn’t respond.
She still sounds like herself when she messages. Funny. Bubbly. Confident. But in real life… quiet. Angry. Frustrated. Broken.
Lula sighed. She had no idea how to help Rosie recently. She still felt like Rosie was pissed off with Sakura. Sakura hadn’t been messaging much. She still felt guilty. Rightly so… Lula sometimes thought to herself. But she hated that. They were all to blame. The fire she didn’t care about but Beth… They all felt guilty. Sakura the most though.
The mood had disappeared. Lula laid back in her soaking wet and warm diaper with her duvet resting over her waist. About another twenty minutes passed as she aimlessly scrolled through Tiktok. Lula plugged her phone back onto charge and sat up with her legs over the side of her bed. She felt her belly compress at the waistband of her shorts and the padding beneath her squish against her skin. She shifted slightly to feel it move. She began to throb again. She rummaged over her floor for a dry tshirt and pulled it over her shoulders before lying back down. She pushed as hard as she could. Another stream rushed out of her and leaked into the diaper. She moaned at the fresh spread of warm pee. Lula pushed a hand beneath her shorts and pulled at the outside of the diaper. Usually she’d have worn some underwear but she was coming to terms with the fact her parents knew, and wanted, her to wear the protection at night. The squeezed the padding in her hand and felt the contents ooze inside. The outside of the diaper was warm but smooth. She pushed her hand lower towards her backside and indented diaper with her fingers. She played for a few minutes before she felt a jolt in her waist and a heavy pulse throb from her vagina. She didn’t want to put her hand into the diaper so not to make a mess, but pushed and rubbed over the top of it. The familiar feeling of the saturated padding filled her with butterflies. Admittedly, the picture of Rosie’s legs either side of the giant wet patch flashed through her mind a few times. In the darkness of her bedroom, a gentle rustling plastic sound muffled beneath her duvet. |
A Star Vs the Forces of Evil omorashi fanfic that I’ve had uploaded elsewhere for awhile, but I figured I should post in on these forums now that I’m here, considering this is, y’know, an omorashi website. Considering this s my first time posting anything, I hope I’m doing this correctly...
Desc: It's been a year since Moon's defeat of the immortal lizard Toffee. Now, during this time of peace and boring queenly duties, Moon the Undaunted faces her most daunting challenge yet...
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Ugh! The young queen Moon whined internally as she sat on her throne. Enduring yet another long and grueling town hall session. It had been over a year since she had been crowned queen and defeated Toffee, yet she still found this activity of listening to her citizens argue amongst each other and complain about trivial things to her tedious and unnecessary. It had been an hour so far, and the line was only slightly less than halfway depleted! Why can’t these people simply solve their problems on their own? It’s not like their queen needs to hand every bit of information in their lives to them! She complained to herself once again. Of course, she would never dream of saying any of this out loud. She was Moon the Undaunted! An emotionally unshakable queen who always kept a level head, even in the most irritating of conditions. Through all this, she sat on her throne with perfect posture, listening attentively to what her citizens had to say.
“His little ‘accident’ ruined 5% of our total farmland and therefore 5% of our possible income for the year, I demand reparations!” A large, middle aged woman bellowed as she accusingly pointed her finger at a man across the large throne room.
“It was an accident! My horse got loose during a fence repair and ran over some of her farmland by mistake! I’d never do that on purpose!” The elderly man being accused rebutted.
“Oh don’t you give me that! You’ve always been jealous of how big our corn harvest is every year, you let your horse loose as a show of that jealousy! I demand he pay us back for-“
“Be silent, both of you, only I may pass down punishments.” Moon called out with her raised queen-like voice. “Now, Mr. Thorium, I understand that what happened was most likely an accident. However, that being said, it still happened, and it was still the fault of one of your horses, correct?”
“That is correct, your majesty.” The man now known as Mr. Thorium replied.
“See?! He admitted to it! He needs to be punished!” The large woman yelled.
“I’m getting to that, interrupt with your yelling again however, and I will immediately drop the charges against this man.” Moon replied coldly. The woman said nothing more.
“Now, I have a fair compromise for you both.” Moon began. “Mr Thorium, I hereby propose that you pay Mrs. Halgrim back for the damages your horse caused, to the tune of 5% of your estimated yearly crop harvest. That way, there is still a carrying-out of justice, but you don’t pay her back with more of your total corn than she lost, does that sound fair?”
“Yes your majesty, thank you!” Mr. Thorium replied graciously.
“Hmph, I guess!” Mrs. Halgrim said sassily as she crossed her arms and looked away from the accused man.
“Excellent, I bid you both farewell. Moon responded. While the two farmers walked out of the throne room and the next townsfolk in line were ushered in, Moon took the time to notice that a minor problem that had begun brewing inside her thirty minutes ago was now threatening to graduate to a moderate one. Due to the sheer amount of speaking required for these meetings, Moon always prepared by drinking plenty of water beforehand to help keep her throat workable. However, this sometimes presented some unwanted side effects. The water she drank had begun to work its way through her, first making itself known no less than thirty minutes ago in the form of an ever so slight discomfort. Moon had had to deal with this problem before. After all, she prepared for every town hall in the same way. However, she feared this occasion would be especially unpleasant. The aforementioned slight feelings of discomfort has presented themselves earlier than usual, and this town hall was one of the longest of the year, a very dangerous duo for even someone like Moon. Even now, the discomfort had grown. Moon’s need for relief had increased considerably and still about an hour remained of the meeting. Luckily for her, she had a free schedule for the rest of the day following that, which would likely begin with an immediate trip to the washroom. Only one question remained, would she make it in time?
Of course you will! The young queen thought to herself as she continued to sit up straight and tall. You’re Moon the undaunted! A proper queen, an example to your people and the conqueror of the immortal lizard! A little bladder discomfort is but a mere inconvenience! Moon shook herself out of her thoughts and refused to let her resolve wary in the slightest as she prepared to greet the next two townsfolk.
Minutes passed, and through each one Moon’s need for the meeting to end so she could relieve herself increased. It was at the thirty minutes remaining mark that things really got serious. This was the point where Moon had to dedicate more of her brain power than she wanted to simply to keep her legs from crossing, or her hands from flying to her groin to hold herself. As each new case was presented, time seemed to move slower and slower. Moon was passed any point she had been at in previous town halls. She fought valiantly to keep her composure, to not give off any hints of her increasing desperation to her throne room full of guards and citizens, but her filling bladder was practically screaming at her for relief. Keep your composure! she demanded to herself. No matter how desperate you become you mustn't allow the citizens to see you in such a vulnerable state, set an example for your people! She repeated to herself for the third time since the halfway mark. Just thirty more minutes… a single bead of sweat began to form on her forehead.
“Your majesty, the last group of the day is ready for your addressing.” A knight in full armor and a helmet announced with a salute.
“Excellent…” Moon replied with a slight waver in her voice that not even her greatest efforts could even hope to mask. “Send them in please.” She requested with a hint of urgency. 25 more minutes had passed, and Moon was in a situation more dire than she ever thought possible. For the most part, even through the begs from her bladder to allow it the relief it so desired, and her ever-increasing pain and discomfort, she still managed to maintain her composure. The only outward physical change she had since the beginning of the meeting was the beads of sweat that now trailed down her head frequently, as well as her legs. Though she hadn’t resorted to crossing them despite her insane, almost unquellable desire to do so, they were firmly pressed together to assist her weakening bladder muscles in holding back the flood. Just one more, one more! She screamed internally. You’ve made it this far, what’s one more?!
“Are you alright, your majesty?” Moon snapped out of her internal suffering and look down towards the source of the voice, it was a middle-aged man with his hands held behind his back. “I don’t mean to rush you, but the wash mustn’t remain unmanned for too long, lest we risk an overflow of dirty clothes.”
“Oh, my apologies, of course sir Lavabo, please go on!” Moon replied anxiously, hoping her tone didn’t come out like too much of a beg. Then let’s hope for both our sakes that this is a fast fix! She cried internally.
“Very well your highness. I, sir Lavabo, knight of the wash, do humbly request that you arrange for the repair of drying barrel number 6.” The man paused as he brought his hands out from behind his back to reveal what they were holding. “As you can see, this particular drying barrel has failed to dry clothes from its respective washing unit at all.” The knight held in front of him a simple white t-shirt, presumably from drying barrel 6, it was still dripping wet.
Seeing this sight, Moon’s aching bladder threatened to release its plentiful contents right then and there. She watched in complete agony as drops of water fell from the article of clothing in front of her, she could practically hear each individual droplet crash against the polished stone floor of the throne room like a mighty torrent. She was nearing her absolute limit, that is, if she wasn’t there already. Her queen-like composure was holding on by a microscopic thread, she had to solve this issue, and fast. Luckily for her, there was still just enough of her focus left to hear what sir Lavabo had said. She knew this was something she could easily order the royal repair team to do after she dismissed herself and made a b-line to the nearest washroom for her much needed and overdue relief. “I’ll order the royal repair team to the wash to fix drying barrel 6 at once!”
“Than you your highness, the wash is eternally grateful for you kindness.” The knight of the wash returned with a bow.
“You may be excused to return to your duties now.” Moon replied hastily, almost cutting off sir Lavabo’s speech. The knight nodded with a gracious smile and turned to leave.
“That’s the last of today’s town hall requests my queen. The same knight that introduced Lavabo proclaimed.
“Oh thank goodness…” Moon replied with a sigh, more to herself than anyone else.
“What was that your majesty?”
“Oh, uh, nothing!” Moon replied anxiously. “You are free to go.”
“Don’t you want an escort to your roo-“
“That won’t be necessary.” Moon quickly insisted. “You’re all dismissed.”
“As you wish your majesty. The knight replied. He looked around to every other knight in the room. “You heard the queen, let’s move out men!”
“Right!” The knights of the kingsguard shouted and saluted in unison. They began marching out of the front palace door.
As the knights continued to file out, the distressed and desperate Moon hopped off the throne and power-walked to the door behind it. The door that led to a long corridor that connected to her bedroom, where she could finally attain the relief that she had desired for what seemed like forever. She thrusted it open and walked inside. The second she was sure that she was out of view of anyone else, her queenly composure crumbled to pieces. She doubled over, her refined face collapsed into a painful wince, her legs immediately and severely crossed, and her hands flew to her groin to keep the dam holding back the flood from bursting open. Sweat now poured from her face. “Gotta… go…” she weakly stuttered to herself. Moon was so close to her incredible relief, but one final challenge remained, reaching her destination.
Moon grunted in pain as she began her seemingly mile-long trek to the royal bedroom. With every step she took she could feel herself losing the a small amount of the little control she had left. Her filled bladder was screaming at her to just give up now, but she bit her lower lip as she continued on.
“I hope queen Moon isn’t upset that I’m coming to see her right after her town hall…” a shorter, more built young man nervously said to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the royal throne room. “I was going to wait until later today but-“ he stopped mid-sentence as he rounded a corner and spotted a young lady dressed in a grey armored dress, ferociously sweating doubled over in pain. Upon further inspection, the man realized that the young lady was none other than… “Queen Moon!” He shouted in surprise as he rushed to her side and placed an arm around her shoulder. “Are you alright?!”
Moon slowly looked up to meet the man’s concerned gaze. “R-River…” she quietly stuttered as her body trembled. “P-please, help me…” she didn’t care about River knowing about her distress anymore, she had to go, worse than she could even imagine. Plus, even if she wanted to, she couldn’t possibly mask her desperation at this point.
“What’s the matter?!” River began as he frantically started to look Moon up and down for any signs of injury. “Are you hurt, bleeding, do you need a doctor?!” River’s frantic search for injuries came to a halt when he saw Moon’s legs severely crossed peeking below her dress, his cheeks lit up red in embarrassment. “Oh… you have to… go?”
“I- I can’t take it any longer…” Moon said in an extremely vulnerable and defeated tone. “Please, help me…”
“Oh…” River said, still trying to shake off his embarrassment. “Uh, what should I do?!”
“You have to carry me, please!” Moon begged. “To the washroom, I’m begging you!”
“You’ve got it Moon, I won’t let you down!” River announced proudly with a salute. In a flash, he scooped up Moon and began down the hallway with her in his arms. He made sure to be careful to give the ride as little bumps as possible, while still going quickly. Even with River’s efforts to be careful Moon could feel the last of her control slipping away. The internal dam holding back her bladder’s flood was beginning to crack and leak. She moaned in agony as small spurts escaped into her underwear. Every stride that passed was one that she thought for sure would bring her over the edge. River noticed Moon’s extreme pain. “Hold on Moon, we’re almost there!”
“Hurry!” Moon cried as her hand’s grip on her crotch tightened even more.
It only took seconds more before River arrived at the door to the royal bedroom. He threw it open and rushed inside, the beyond desperate Moon still fidgeting in his arms. “Uh, where should I put you?!” He stammered in a panic.
Moon gasped as the hardest bladder spasm yet echoed throughout her entire body. She wasn’t going to like admitting this, but she knew what had to be done. “I- I can’t hold it for even another ten seconds…” She began with her cheeks growing red. “You- you have to take me into the washroom yourself…”
River turned as red as a tomato. “Huh?! I can’t do that, that’s… that’s crazy! That’s so improper for-“
“I’m begging you, please!” Moon cried. “I can’t take it anymore!”
“I... I… okay!” River replied with a level of uncertainty. He knew he had to be as careful as possible. He walked over to the washroom door and pushed it open. He briefly looked around before spotting his final destination, the toilet.
Moon’s eyes lit up. Never in her life had a porcelain throne looked so beautiful and inviting. This bliss, however, was short lived. As as soon as she laid eyes on it, her bladder delivered one final painful message to her, waves of pain unlike any other shot through her body, it took every ounce of strength she had left to keep the flood waters at bay for ever a few seconds longer. She grunted and gritted her teeth. “River, please, do it!!” Moon shouted.
River saw and heard Moon’s intense distress. In one swift motion, he buried his feelings of embarrassment and insecurity and rushed to the toilet, placing Moon down directly in front of it. He then swiftly sprinted out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Moon was now standing right in front of the object of relief. The only task left was to remove her underwear and sit down. Even this would prove to be a daunting task, as she knew the second that she removed her hands and uncrossed her legs the floodgates would surely open up. She had to move as quickly as possible. Gathering her strength one last time, Moon’s hands shot away from her crotch and grabbed the edges of her dress. She swiftly hiked it up and turned around to sit down on the throne. With her dress out of the way, her hands flew to the edges of her underwear, and she uncrossed her legs, the final barrier between her bladder’s ocean of contents and the outside world. In one final exhausting motion, Moon’s light-blue underwear was forced down to her knees, and she practically collapsed onto the toilet.
What Moon felt next was indescribable. The second she sat down on the toilet, her aching, screaming bladder was finally able to let go. The dam burst, releasing a mighty torrent of clear urine into the awaiting waters below. Moon’s eyes widened as she was overcome by the feelings caused by her bladder finally emptying. She had never felt so amazing and relieved in her entire life. “Haaaaaaahhhhhh…” her intense sighs of relief drowned out even the sound of the intense stream of urine crashing into the toilet bowl. “Finally… feels… sooo… goooooood!” She moaned to herself as she threw her head back and allowed herself to become lost in the complete bliss of sweet release. “At long last… what a relief!” Her moans and sighs of relief continued on for what felt like an eternity to her as her torrent continued going strong. “Thank you River…” she moaned to herself as her stream began to slow before finally trickling to a stop. Even with the stream finishing, Moon still sat there for a moment, reveling in the pure ecstasy she felt from the relief she had just experience. “Thanks goodness I was able to make it…” she said in between her relaxed pants.
Moon took a few more moments to catch her breath before standing up and cleaning herself off. She returned her clothing to normal and proceeded to stride to the washroom door. Once again bearing her classic “undaunted” look, Moon pulled the door open and stride out of the washroom feeling completely refreshed. “Now, there’s only one thing left to do…” she said to herself flatly. Suddenly, her cheeks lit up bright red and sweat poured from her face in extreme embarrassment. She had just now recalled what she had just put poor River through. “I have to go find him and apologize!”
Edited October 18, 2019 by Awsometime
Added reference photo of Moon
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Prologue
I don't remember how I got to this point- to the point where I'm about to burst and flood the corridor if I remove my hands from my crotch.
Gripping myself hard, I hurry towards the nearest toilets. Pressing on my clit and squirming wildly seems to be the only way to keep it in as I turn the corner and find myself suddenly faced with a room full of people. I've stumbled blindly into the reception of the building, somewhere I was desperately trying to avoid, and almost feel myself lose a spurt in surprise. Doubling over, I clamp down and wiggle my hips until I bring myself back from the edge. Then, faced with a room of strangers, I do the impossible and straighten up; I whip my hands from my crotch and pretend I was looking for something in my pocket.
Without the pressure on my hole, it suddenly becomes impossible to hold it in. Each slow step I take across the room is accompanied by the furious rubbing of my thighs, which I hope looks subtle but is probably blatantly obvious. But the friction between my legs doesn't make up for the lack of pressure on my crotch; now that there's nothing physically preventing me from leaking, I feel myself lose a spurt. It lasts a second, maybe less, but it sends me into panic mode and leaves my underwear feeling much too damp. And then, what should I see in my moment of fear but the sign for the toilets? To my left, there's a set of two doors with the beckoning sign plastered between them. I nearly lose it again, this time forced to push a hand between my leg and grip myself firmly through my jeans, bouncing on the spot.
Any normal person would barrel into the toilets, commandeer the nearest cubicle, and drop her panties & jeans to the floor in one move. I can imagine all too vividly collapsing onto the porcelain seat and feeling the long awaited relief of my pee rushing out, furious like a firehose at first and then slower, trickling gently into the water below. Moaning, I squeeze myself and rush through a different door, blanking the toilets completely. You see, I'm much too shy to use the main toilets, even in a state of complete desperation. Instead, I set off in search of a distant, less popular set of toilets are: inside the gym, reserved so that athletes can take a quick pee and immediately get back to whatever they're up to. I'd used these toilets before and was confident I could make it.
In the corridor, away from prying eyes, I allow myself a quick respite by shoving a hand in my jeans and grabbing myself through my underwear. It's much easier to squeeze myself without the awkward fabric of the jeans in the way but it doesn't make me feel any less desperate, just a little bit more aroused. Hurrying down the corridor, I pound up the stairs and take a right towards the gym, ripping my hand out of my jeans before anyone can see. When I reach the door leading into my gym, I stop and squirm furiously on the spot, crossing and uncrossing my legs, bouncing up and down, even grabbing myself with both hands and pushing up so hard I'm surprised I don't lift off the floor. Only once I feel I'm in a fit state do I push the door open and slip inside.
The room is filled with sportspeople, most of them so fixated on whatever they're doing that they don't even spare me a glance, and I'm able to easily slide along the wall in the direction of the toilets. I don't let myself double over or even hold my crotch, shaking like I've got the flu as I force myself to put one foot in front of the over. Just before I reach the door, I feel my underwear grow a little wetter against my will and am forced to wriggle my hips until the spurt stops. Once I reach the door of the female toilets, I push it open- ahem. I push it op- even after my second attempt, the door doesn't give and I have no reason to question it at this point. More like, I have no time to question it. I barrel into the men's toilet, which thankfully opens immediately, and assess my options.
It's a curiously structured restroom, especially for a men's. There is a distinct lack of urinals lining the wall, which surprises me, and only two toilets, one of which is marked with an out of order sign; I can't help thinking that it's usually women who don't have enough toilets to go around and get an odd sense of schaudenfreude for once. As well as there only being two toilets, the stall walls diving them is unusually low and only high enough to cover up to waist height if one was standing. There are no doors. I'm confused immensely by this bathroom layout but barely have time to question it, as seeing an inviting toilet is about to push me over the edge. I hurry towards the single working toilet, shoving one hand inside my jeans as a last resort as the other hand fumbles with my zipper. I gotta go.
Due to the lack of privacy, I only drop my jeans and underwear to my knees, so that I can yank them up as soon as possible. Gripping my jeans with one hand, I lower myself onto the toilet and finally, finally, finally, I let it out. The sound of my moans echoes off the walls as my pee pours out faster than I've ever known in my life. It's warm, splashing my thighs it comes out so quickly, and I just want to get it all out of me so I can finally be empty. It's a feeling of utter bliss as my pee rushes out of me and my hand goes slack on my jeans, allowing them to drop down to my ankles, and I tilt my head back in relief. I don't think I've ever needed a wee so badly before in my entire life, so badly that it feels euphoric to let out. My pee is still rushing out of me when I hear the door handle turn slowly.
Abruptly, I'm pinching off my flow without a second thought. It's difficult and a few dribbles of pee escape as I frantically get to my feet and grab a fistful of toilet paper to wipe myself. I toss the toilet paper into the bowl instinctively and fumble to clothe myself again. As the door opens, I'm yanking my underwear and jeans back up to save my dignity and barely manage to sort the zipper before a guy steps into the bathroom. And instead of being embarrassed that I was nearly caught in such a compromising position, all I can think is that: I'm still full. I barely made a dent in my bladder during those glorious seconds.
"Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go-" The guy's chanting is cut off abruptly when he sees me standing there, "Sorry, are you using the toilet? I can wait."
He obviously can't wait, judging by the way he's crossing and uncrossing his legs over each other.
"I'm done," I lie through my teeth and lean over to flush the toilet, causing the guy to double over and moan loudly.
He's gripping himself tightly as he waddles over to the toilet stall, barely waiting for me to move out of the way. He must be seriously desperate as he pulls his cock out immediately and starts to wee. It pours into the toilet like a tap and I'm forced to grab myself as I step up to the sink, grateful he's facing the other way so he can't see the way I squirm against my hand. The sound of him peeing and his moans of relief as he finally lets it go makes it difficult for me to keep holding as I run the tap for a minute under the pretence of washing my hands. I lose a stream into my underwear, a wet patch growing across my panties, as the guy seems to slow down. Then, he lets out a load groan and the stream builds back up to a furious level, until he seems just as desperate as when he started. His mammoth pee lasts well over two minutes, creeping into a third, before his stream dies back down to a dribble. He forces out a few more spurts and one surprisingly loud stream before he lets out a final sigh of relief and shakes himself off, pulling the flush. I'm very aware that I still need to use the toilet very badly.
He joins me at the sink, apologising shyly, and I dig around in my pocket for a lipstick I pretend to apply. Maybe if I can just drag out my time in here, he'll leave and I can finally finish the most-needed pee of my life.
"No worries, sounded like you really needed it!" I manage to make a joke and he smiles, still looking shy.
"Yeah... to tell you the truth, it's been a little over a day," And when he sees the shock on my face, he continues, "I'm not surprised you're here because lots of girls start showing up around the time of the annual competition. There was a bunch of them in here yesterday watching and giggling, which I'm sure some of the other guys loved. You see, once a year, there's a sort of unofficial competition to see who can hold their pee all day. You can get a free gym membership for a year if you're still holding on when the gym closes," He pauses to wipe his hands on his jeans, "A few of us made it but at that point, the toilets were closed and I had to make it home."
Curious, I ask, "Why didn't you go at home?"
"I was tired from holding," He shrugs, "I was so exhausted, I fell asleep on my couch straightaway. I can't really believe it either but when I woke up this morning, I was bursting like you wouldn't believe," He answers my next question before I even get the chance to ask it, "Little did I know, my sister had come down with stomach flu overnight and was hogging the only bathroom. There was no way I could wait all morning. In a panic, I rushed to the nearest public toilets, but they were closed for cleaning. And nowhere seemed to have a toilet. I even tried to use an alleyway but I was spotted and hurried out. This was the last place I thought of."
"Wow," I couldn't help but sound impressed.
He shrugged and headed towards the door, "Since you didn't know about it, I'm guessing you're not here for the girls' competition."
"Huh?" It conspired that the holding competition that my bathroom buddy had been involved in had been for guys only; everyone had agreed it was only fair to test guys and girls separately as girls were much, much better at holding it and therefore would have an unfair advantage on the guys. The girls competition was starting in the afternoon and unlike the guys, they had to make it overnight and until tomorrow afternoon if they wanted to win a gym membership. I couldn't help but mull over how good my holding capacities were as I pretended to apply my lipstick and thought how many of my friends I had outheld in the past.
My male companion pushed the door open and offered me an awkward half-wave, "See ya."
As soon as the door dropped shut, I was reminded of how urgently I had to go and rushed back over to the only working toilet. I started to squat, pulling my underwear down, and immediately started peeing before I could even sit down. This time, the relief didn't come immediately and it was only after I started actively pushing my wee out that I started to truly feel my bladder was emptying. My stream built until it was pouring out of me at an incredible rate, hitting the bowl so hard that I was surprised it didn't split in two. I pressed down on my bladder, trying to empty it as fast as possible before anybody else could walk into the bathroom. After a while, my stream slowed down and I had to push a series of shots of piss out, until my stream finally came to a stop. However, like my bathroom buddy before me, I found a hidden reserve and moaned as I managed to push out another long stream, lasting over a minute.
When I was done, I felt so relieved that it was almost akin to orgasm and all I could do was sit on the toilet, head in my hands, feeling so empty.
I wondered how many girls entering the competition had ever produced a stream like this one and thought, "Alright, game on." |
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Chapter 7
long road
Armani after thinking for a minute Armani decided to take a shower and go to bed and so she did
Evelyn noted she only had two pull-ups left then one
She crawled in bed and passed out
The next morning Evelyn woke up dry for once and stepped out of her room too see Armani with a small duffel bag “whats this about“ Evelyn pounded aloud”road trip, here’s your bag” “and change into this” tossing her a emerald green cloth diaper she loved it already
“Were taking a taxi to avoid suspicion”
Soon they all climbed in the taxi that had pulled up
Evelyn lounged in the crowded backseat of the taxi unable too do as much as put her legs together “these cloth diapers are kinda nice” she thought “so were are we going” Evelyn asked not filled in on the plan
“Key lake” Armani explained
About four hours into the ride the driver stopped and looked back “you girls need a bathroom brake” she asked
“Nope” ”nada” ”not at all” they replied “are you sure you’ve been drinking a lot back there”
“Maybe i will”Evelyn said unbuckling her seatbelt in the still moving car
Hisssssssss
“Are you wearing...diapers” the driver asked
Yes” answered Armani
Evelyn didn’t say a word and lifted up her skirt
Sonia just nodded
“Huh i always thought about trying some on for long drives like this but i end up getting too nervous and decided I’ll just go in my pants
After a few more hours of back and forth conversation and a few accidents in the back Surely enough a tricking was heard from the front
They pulled up in the front of a decent hotel paid the fair and put up for the night after tossing the three wet *two messy* into the places run down washer
The next morning Evelyn awoke to see the others had rented a bunch of diving equipment
“What’s really going on here”Evelyn asked
The organization should have a base deep below the lake were here to find it” Armani fully explained the plan
Soon they were on the beach carrying their waterproof bags of gear and walking with the bulky cloth diapers under their swim diapers
They padded out too the middle of the lake stripped of the clothes they were wearing
Armani was nervous,feeling her stomach churn and cramp
Sonia had done this plenty times before
And Evelyn was ecclesiastical and slightly aroused by the idea
They dove into the water too hopefully re-emerge soon
Nearly after an hour of swimming they found it... a hatch they entered
After going through a manual airlock they found themselves standing face to face with three guards all wearing the same white underwear and bra with nothing over them one seemed too be straining
Evelyn stepping forward said “here let me show you how its done” she walked up too the straining guard who had numerous yellow stains that showed clearly on the white material
“ take your hands off your crotch” the women slowly complied “ get in a more comfortable position stop forcing your legs together” “now the past doesn’t matter nor does the future don’t worry everyone has been embarrassed just ignore it make it a choice not something your body tells you two just breath in and.........release “the women expression became blissful just as her pants were becoming yellow
“Did you just coach her through wetting herself””yes, yes I did”Evelyn said smugly
The women opened her eyes too see her comrades were on the ground the intruders were gone
Armani looked at the three hallways they had come upon”we should split up” Armani said
“Yeah lets spit up and end up pissing and messing ourselves along with about everyone else absurd amounts in a short time in oddly erotic fashions only for our story too end up on a piss fetish website with minimal attention and no part three”Evelyn said with no regards to the forth wall
“Good idea” Sonia stated before taking off the first hallway
Armani took the second rushing into the darkness
Evelyn was left with no choice but too travel down the third, the diaper between her legs dryer then she would of liked it she squeezed but nothing came out
Armani found herself in a large assembly hall with hundreds of people all wearing the same white near translucent shorts “what is this place”she wondered suddenly people started moving she ducked into the nearest door too see a locker room she had a plan
Sonia entered a room her vision blinked and she found herself on a stage and she began too preform dancing with grace suddenly she stopped, urine flowing free down her legs despite any protection she was wearing the crowd watched silent she tried to continue but she couldn’t, feeling a mess into her diaper she saw the crowd...unimpressed
Evelyn walked down the near empty hallways”i bet the others are having fun” she thought as she looked onward at the empty hallway after rounding a corner she saw a sign in front of a room labeled dressing she rushed in only to see a plethora of outfits from panties to full costumes she intended too have fun
Moon woke up even more tired then when she went too sleep she sighed “wet the bed again” as she got up and stepped outside it was chilly perfect for a bike ride her house was far away enough that she didn’t need to get dressed she hopped on her bike feeling urine against her skin “i need a change”she thought taking off on her bike
Armani quickly opened a unlocked locker then grabbed the uniform inside the outfit being a strange pick for a uniform it had no benefits or insignia it was...strange she pulled on the uniform’s bottoms over her own and took her top off then replaced it with the white one
she looked in the dressing room mirror the blue cover of the swim diaper showed through clearly “it doesn’t matter”she thought as she walked out of the dressing room as her stomach churned and twisted
Sonia woke up “the gas” she thought as she sat up
she was in a lab laying on a table with her clothes missing and wearing only some plastic panties she felt liquid sloshed in the bottom it was uncomfortably warm she looked at the other rows of tables each one having another person laying atop them in the same outfit then she recognized some on the far end she walked over it was one of her employees the same one that pissed herself in front of her...but wait that girl was still at base then who was this
Evelyn was having fun in the strange room filled to the brim with completely unused clothes the only things that had been used wear some plain white dresses that had evidently had seen some...use mostly because of the deep yellow stains on the front and back she tried on as much as she could and finally decided on a cheerleader outfit Evelyn decided that it was hers now along with many others as she went too the next room
Moon road her bike down the worn trails scantily dressed and her undergarments filling up she let her mind wander as she effortlessly peddled “is what I’m doing right “ she thought before being cut off by a low hanging branch to the face she fell back his the ground with her crotch being submerged in the near full blue plastic panties she wore
Armani snuck along the empty halls hopefully unnoticed before seeing a sign captain it said she burst in and pointed the gun from her dry bag a the first person she saw a woman with nearly white hairs despite not looking over thirty she sat a desk with countless unorganized papers she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt
they looked back with apprehension “do you belong her” she asked observing carefully Armani replied snappily “no now hands in the air” the women looked and said “ you don’t intend to shoot m-“ she was interrupted by being shot in the knee
as the gun fired the door swung open knocking Armani forwards sending her face straight into the women’s crotch
Armani’s face hit right as she heard a low hissss and then upon contact loud crinkling
“well didn’t expect that”she said unsurely as a new person entered the room seeing a random person with their face in the bosses crotch “maybe i should leave” they said slowly backing out
Sonia looked at the sleeping women wondering what was happening
She was interrupted by technology roaring to life as a large machine almost like a 3d printer started depositing some strange substance on the platform in the center of it Sonia stood and watched as it began making...something
Evelyn pranced into a pure white room only having one button on the inside Evelyn just had to press it. A robotic voice said “loading last simulation program no regrets” as the room changed around her soon at had recreated a large bar. Some as text appeared before her “you have no set goal with this program please act to your own accord time will pass on the outside with a minute to hour ratio” Evelyn thought “well i always wanted to try this” as she strolled to the bar and eyed up a lady
Moon took her car too work to see that the boss was out
With a sigh of relief she got to work at her desk somewhat glad that Sonia was out. moon couldn’t believe she had wet herself she knew and excepted that she wet the bed but not when she was awake
After a while someone in a different bases uniform walked up and demanded her to come with them for a moment she was apprehensive but agreed
Armani slowly stood back up looking the women wearing a lab coat in the eyes she stared back blushing “so i guess you know now” the women said as she did an uncomfortable gesture of lifting her skirt and showing the tab style diaper with a plastic outside she was wearing
a loud hissssss broke the silence as the women’s once slim garment bulged outwards
Armani looked the women in the eyes while the women...finished
The hiss stopped after a few uncomfortable minutes the women forced a smile as she stood messing herself
“Look just don’t make this any more unfortunate then it is” Armani said
“How-a-boat a game” she says before being shot between the eyes and collapsing unconscious Armani felt her stomach churning she rapidly reached into drawer after drawer of the women’s desk she did indeed find the drawer she was looking for stealing a diaper out throwing off her undergarments they wouldn’t be enough as she taped the new dark purple diaper on
It fit snugly, Armani took a deep breath and didn’t have much of a choice what happened next as the near liquid mess exploded against her skin and being absorbed by the diaper a solid mess forming of what wasn’t soaked up she felt it run down her legs then without a word she fell to the floor as guards rushed into the room a sharp pain hit and all went black
Sonia watched and realized what the strange machine was making...a human
It looked familiar but she only knew who it was once it finished it was.....her
Sonia saw it open its eyes suddenly a women with nearly white hair despite not looking over thirty she was wearing a lab coat over a skirt and long sleeve shirt she gasped and looked at Sonia “you want to know what this is about right”
Evelyn still in the simulation opened her eyes she didn’t sleep the simulation just skipped night Evelyn looked at the women lying next to her “that was enjoyable” she thought knowing that she had new...preferences
She decided to toy with the simulation some she flipped up her skirt and tried to wet herself yet nothing she pushed and...the dam broke
She fell over eyes closed her skirt up around her hips leaving everything to be exposed she flooded into the cloth diaper she was wearing into the swim diaper but it didn’t do much as it flooded on the bed and
the simulation stopped Evelyn was laying on the floor of the white room and the robotic voice saying” total simulation time...ten minutes”
Evelyn stayed still laying in the warm puddle forming around her when a team of guards stormed in the room a sharp needle like pain hit her in the back as she drifted away still wetting
Moon was taken into another room and a needle was stabbed into her they drew some blood and told her to go back to work
Sonia looked as the women pointed at each and every person laying on the tables
“Isn’t science amazing” she said “we can light up the night we can travel the world in an instant and now we can create clones” she said as a look of bafflement spread across Sonia’s face “their are drawbacks of course such as it doesn’t work on men and there are some...biological changes””such as the fact that they” “well they”she lifted up her skirt revealing a diaper the thin plastic outside showing a yellow tint “they are completely... incontinent” the women finished as the diaper back bulged out some then settled down “suddenly Sonia was hit in the back of the head she feel to the ground piss leaking out of her full diaper
All three of them were waking up
Sonia stretched and attempted to sit up but that’s difficult when hanging from a bungeeing harness wearing nothing but a diaper that must of been nearly 8 inches thick she was wasn’t able to pull her legs together at all nor was said diaper dry
Evelyn woke up in a similar situation along with the mess the harness pushed against her skin but she knew what to do
Armani woke and immediately reached for a gun and found nothing or at least no clothes to hide one in, she immediately knew they had been captured after a few minutes of recounting, after looking around the large room with a smooth dark wood desk cluttered with photographs there was a women in a military uniform standing before the nude Armani,
Armani felt embarrassed she strained her arms to find them bound to the comfortable leather chair The women looked and spoke “you do understand right”
“Also trust me none shall find us here”she pulled back the blinds on a window to reveal a dark blue sky above and the white of clouds below “the sky is truly the limit” she said “Maybe i should explain” she said stating the same story told to Sonia “the process is not instant and the lack of control gets worse with time but other wise there identical to the original” “why i tell you may ask because we have had three clones go rouge all aboard this vessel two in there own cells” “and the third sitting on a chair in front of me” Armani couldn’t believe her “then were is the real one” Armani demanded “still in containment” the women replied “you can guess who the others are” the women stated as she paraded about the room
“Now you may wonder why” “ simply we have a plan a plan that involves a large secret one a secret right beneath the town hall” “the real me is down there right now for i am a but a clone” “now you must be cold how about some clothes” she said drawing a diaper from her desk
Sonia knew the flexible ties that held her they were common throughout the bases she also knew that protocol requires someone the check any suspended prisoners if they had any erratic behavior. she had a plan and Sonia began to pump her legs sending urine into the absurdly thick diaper despite said thickness it was nearly soaked through with at least three days worth of urine and a mess on the way
Evelyn hit the ground as soon as she finished chewing through the Elastic cables it wasn’t the best landing but she was on solid ground
She stood and waddled toward the door with the bulk between her legs hindering her pace. it was indeed quite the hindrance but her problem was solved as a guard entered the room
Armani laid having no choice in the matter upon the floor as the women fastened the tapes of the diaper it was rather embarrassing but Armani saw a chance as the women stood up Armani proceeded to kick out her kneecap with a crunch the women collapsed backwards her skirt flying up showing amusingly black polkadot panties and with a low plop sound as the women felt a warm soft mess shape to her privates
Armani jumped to and proceeded to stomp or her throat the women fell unconscious
Armani reached into a closet and found just a plain jumpsuit she slid it on
She rummaged in the desk and found beside countless diapers and other objects she found a small phone like console with a diagram of the large plane she was aboard Armani quickly messed with as many dials as possible in-till she was sure something would explode she sat in the captains chair and let out a deep sigh of relief while pissing her fresh diaper
Sonia watched as the guard entered she was swinging violently the she stopped and hung limp the guard rushed over and unlocked the harness...last mistake
Sonia slipped into the guards jumpsuit removing her own diaper and stealing a pair of panties from a pocket of the jumpsuit
She stalked along the nearly empty structure avoiding eye contact with the few people she did pass
Soon Sonia came across a window to see only sky it was a revaluation she needed as she continued down the hall
Sonia reached the boiler room and ran inside seeing a women standing before the great contraption the women look and said “so you’ve finally arrived I’ve-“ she was cut off by Sonia ramming into her at full force the impact letting urine spill into Sonia‘s panties and
The two rolled on the ground urine from both of them spilling onto the floor as Sonia slammed the women’s head into the floor Sonia stood up and made a choice she broke a pipe and left the room waiting for the blast
Evelyn finished stripping the guard and pulled on the uniform sadly the guard didn’t have a change for her so she was unprotected
Evelyn walked through the oddly full hallways brushing past unknowing people she had a dirty thought and started pissing...no-one cared as she snuck along and found what she was looking for an emergency exit..to the planes wing she stepped out the wind chilling her exposed skin fortunately the urine inside the suit was keeping her crotch and legs warm she she crept along the wing reaching the engine and jamming something into the intake before rushing inside it would blow soon
No one knew the true cause of the blast maybe the messed up controls or the gas leak and the intake block but the plane burst and....I watched as the in almost zero gravity my own piss floating beside me I looked down...
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And the world is falling |
This was written in 2 hours late at night (it's past midnight when I'm writing this) so don't judge me ;-; Also the formatting is weird because I copy-pasted it bc typing things in a forum box is nasty
Ethan chugged the last drop of soda, as he threw the plastic bottle behind him, hitting the three other bottled he had already drank. He was aboard his friend's space ship, traveling at near-light speed, and was really, really bored.
"Want the last of my chips?" May asked, who was sitting next to him, equally bored.
Ethan shook his head, looking wistfully into the starry sky, dashing behind him.
"No? Well, sucks for you then, 'cause these are really good chips," she quipped.
She dug her blue hands into the bag, scraping out the dregs. The small, crushed bits popped into her aquamarine mouth gracefully. She moved her bubblegum pink hair out of the bag. It was only when she tossed the plastic into a compartment behind her that she noticed her friend's mood.
"Space is like a bag of potato chips," she explained, "Once you've eaten one, you've eaten them all."
Ethan turned around to make a confused face at the alien. She barked in laugher, then tried to explain her advice. After a few minutes of puzzling back and forth comments, they got nowhere, and moved on.
"I wasn't even thinking about space. I was thinking about how small of a chance that I got to be friends with an alien. You had to land in Kentucky, be in my city, and be zoned in my school for us to meet. Do you realize how small of a chance that was?"
"Nope. My single-celled brain cannot comprehend such numbers. However, I'm sure the computer can!"
She barked a few orders at the computer.
"Fifty percent."
"Are you sure?" Ethan asked.
"Yep."
He continued, "Well, that just made my whole rant useless."
The two laughed, as Ethan grabbed a water bottle. He took a swig, then sat it down at his feet. After a moment, he crossed his legs.
"Hey, uh, I suppose you don't have a bathroom in here, with your ship being one room and all that," Ethan commented.
May's eyes shot open.
"Oh, yeah," she muttered guiltily, "I forgot about your waste products..."
With a hint of irritation in his voice, he remarked, "How long have you been living among humans?"
"Erm... Two years?"
Ethan sighed, discontented, as he stared into space.
He asked, "How long until we get there?"
"Let's see... Three hours!"
He made a confident noise, which could be described as a 'pssshh'.
"I can hold it," he stated, feeling optimistic.
However, after half an hour, he was wiggling in his seat. Worrisome signals danced up his spine. He crossed and uncrossed his legs.
"Okay, fine. I have to pee," he admitted, embarrased.
"Called it!" she quipped.
Ethan's light skin turned a moderate pink.
May jeered, "Aww, look! You're blushing! I wish I could do that."
His skin took on a bright red. He resisted grabbing himself, but a sudden surge made his hands panic. His hands tried not to apply pressure to his swollen bladder, but sitting down, it was difficult not to. A small whine escaped his lips, making his face even redder.
She was overtaken by how weirdly adorable he was in this state. However, she recognized that he wasn't going to admit defeat, even at his his limit; which meant disaster for her seats! She grouped around the small space behind her seat.
"Here's a bottle," she offered.
She shoved the soda bottle to his chest, along with the cap.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
He shuffled in his seat, pointing his back towards her. His hands grabbed his zipper, when he felt a prickling sensation on his neck.
He exclaimed, "Well, don't look at me!"
"Oh, yeah! Whoops."
She turned around in her seat, drumming her fingers on the chair rest. She couldn't help but stare at his reflection on the window.
Ethan was primed and ready to relieve himself; all he needed to do was relax. Relax. Easier said than done. With his friend by his side, he felt oddly exposed. His bladder begged for release, but his human brain sat, apathetic to the organ's needs. The social part of his brain recognised that there was potential for him to be made fun of. His bladder would scream for it to be over, but his brain would not have it. He muttered a curse under his breath.
"This is going to sound weird, but," he admitted, "I can't do it."
She scooted to face him.
"Why not?" she asked, innocently curious. She hoped no malice was in her voice; she didn't want to make him feel bad.
Guiltily scratching behind his head, he murmured, "I think it's because your presence, um... Makes me nervous? I don't know it's weird."
"I'm your friend! You can trust me."
"I know that. It's just..."
His face grew embarrased, shameful. He bounced in his seat, as he crossed his legs. His bladder was getting dangerously uncomfortable.
"Do you feel romantic attraction?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Well, um..." he paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts, "I think you get the hint," he murmurred, adding a small laugh at the end.
She cocked her head, stating, "What hint?"
Ethan sighed, grabbing at his crotch again. He double-crossed his legs, and carefully slipped his hands out.
"What I'm trying to say is that you'd be a great girlfriend."
"And you'd be a pretty good boyfriend, too!" she stated sweetly.
His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened.
"Wait, you'd want to go on dates and stuff?" he asked, dumbfounded.
Smiling wide, she exclaimed, "Yeah, that'd be great!"
"It was that easy?!" he shouted, punching himself in the gut (mentally) for holding his feelings back for a year.
Suddenly, a gargantuan shockwave slithered down his spine. He felt his bladder's muscles give way. Pressure that had been building up was now being released like a shaken soda bottle. Stating a slew of curses out loud, he pulled down his pants, and stuck his genitalia inside the bottle. The ship filled with the noise of hot urine blasting the inside of the bottle. He let out his breath in small, satisfied pants, as pressure decreased. May quickly looked away, but before she knew it, her gaze was drawn in. Pleasure traveled through his body, as the bottle quickly began filling up. Before he could fully enjoy his catharsis, however, urine quickly filled to the top.
Panicking, he removed his genitalia from the bottle, and screwed on the cap. However, his muscles were too exausted to stop the flow that seemed to continue forever. Piss spilled onto his thighs. He said even more curse words, at a louder volume. May aquired another bottle, but by the time she grabbed it, the damage had already been done. A large, visible stain adorned his pants.
Holding up the pee bottle triumphantly, with an embarrased grin, he stated, "Mission almost accomplished."
The two's laugher echoed in the small spaceship. He sent the pee bottle into outer space, as May searched her storage boxes for clothes. She was overjoyed when she found some pants. She was extra pleased, as he allowed her to watch him take off his clothes.
After hours of some chatting and boredom, they reached their destination; May's home planet.
"I needed to visit my parents anyway," she remarked.
They traveled through the planet's thick atmosphere, bashing into clouds. She zeroed in onto a continent. He watched the spectacle of going from seeing a whole planet to seeing little dots of buildings scattering the landscape. However, the closer they got to the surface, the more off it seemed. Fire spread in the distance, while the land looked rugged. May's face was plastered in a mix of horror and shock. Finally, as they landed on the surface, they realized the situation. Destroyed houses covered the land.
"This was my mother's house," she whimpered, pointing to a structure.
The only thing left was steel wires poking out of the ground, with concrete rubble scattered around the perimeter.
"Well, this can't be good," Ethan muttered. |
The Girls
Blayse, 21 brunette, c cups, fully shaved. The crazy chance taker of the group
Bri, 21, blonde, c cups, fully shaved. Blayse Twin sister. College cheerleader
Lizzie, Brunette, 20, c cups, fully shaved. Arts major and aspiring model
Kaya, brunette, 20, b cups, trimmed, the hippie stoner of the group with a tendency to date shady guys
Hallie, blonde, 24, Double Ds, shaved, mom of one back at school for management
Devin, 21, Brunette, Ds, Shaved, speech major who works at the local college Bar
Mary, 22, red head, Ds, shaved, nursing major is the wildest partier of the group with a tendency to have accidents when she drinks too much
Gabi, 21, Bs, fully shaved, business major tall for a girl and on college cross country team
Laurie, 22, Double Ds, fully shaved, public relations major prone to laugh wetting
Trish, 44, Ds, Lansing strip, the “house mom” who owns the property and lives at the house was a successful model in 90s. It’s her idea
The girls all piled in to the massive living room of the three story house and took a seat. Beneath them, they noticed a bucket full of 4 beers, 4 waters, and a cup of coffee.
“What is this for Trish? And why did you have us get dressed for the day?” Asked Bri. She was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of grey leggings
“Yeah I’m confused” her sister added, wear a black tee shirt and grey leggings.
Trish began to explain. “As you know, I have owned this house for close to 10 years. And every year, there is a huge fight over who gets what room. That is not the foot I want us to get off on. So I have came up with a way to decide who gets what room fair and square”
“How?” Hallie asked, in her white belly shirt and jeans
Trish continues “you’ll notice at your feet a bucket full of liquids and a cup of coffee fresh off the pot. I can see you are all sipping on your coffee already. Next, I will be asking you to chug 2 waters. Drink 2 beers. Then two more waters”
“And the other two beers?” Devin asked
Trish answered, “those are for at the end. If you make it that far”
Lauren looked confused in he white halter top and tan Capri pants “what do you mean if we last”
A twisted smile came over Trish’s face “I hope you all had time to use the bathroom this morning. Because we are going to hold it to see who gets which room. The last one standing... wins”
Gabi looked disgusted she was wearing jean shorts and a green shirt “I’m not doing that”
“Then it looks like you will be sleeping in the room beneath the staircase. A pretty cramped area for a girl like you”
“I need a room big enough for my daughters crib for when she visits” Hallie said
“Then you’d better hope you can tighten those bladder muscles” Trish answered. She continued “and just to be fair... I will be joining you” Trish said, cracking open a water bottle and guzzling it down. She was in white shorts and a shirt with lots of cleavage to show off her chest. “Let’s begin”
40 minutes in, all the girls were still left, and now down to their 4th! Water bottle. Laurie was in the worst shape, her legs bouncing up and down.
“I have an idea of how to pass time” said Blaise with a mischievous grin “let’s tell about the last time we had to pee this bad”
“Please can we not?” Gabby asked, as she was likely in the second worst shape behind Laurie
“Last weekend!” Said Mary with a laugh. She was wearing a grey pair of sweatpants. Her favorite casual look “I was out with my nursing friends. I didn’t even realize I had to pee until the walk home. Then I was so drunk I was just like fuck it. Pissed ma jeans right on the sidewalk”
“Oh my god” Bri said laughing. “Yeah,” Mary said “I woke up and my pants were just in the bathtub and my underwear was still on. I slept in my wet ass thong!”
“Mine was last year. During one of the home basketball games” Bri admitted “I had to go so so bad and my friend Karli kept making me laugh. I started leaking real bad from laughing and during a timeout I had to run to the bathroom in the tunnel and didn’t make it” she admitted blushed and smiling. “I got in there, into the stall and by the time I closed the door the gates had opened there was no turning back. I just pissed myself. Blayse has to bring me new spanks and tights”
“Because I’m the best big sister” Blayse said. “Mine was on Kayas Birthday. I don’t remember but according to Bri when we got out of the Uber I just stood on the porch and pissed myself” she laughed.
Kaya, wearing light colored jeans, chimed in. “That was also mine. I peed my bed that night” she giggled.
Lizzie was wearing tan leggings and a tight shirt “a few years ago, I was like 18 I think, I was doing a shoot for my modeling. It was taking forever and I really had to go. The photographer kept wanting different shots and different poses in this light or that light. I asked if I could take a 5 minute break but my manager said we were on a tight schedule and I was almost done. Well at the end I started leaking. I told my manager but she just said we only had 2 more and they’d edit it out if I couldn’t manage to hold it. Well, after the last photo I just froze. And all of a sudden my jeans were soaked and I was standing in a puddle. My boyfriend had to come pick me up I was mortified”
“Wait until you have kids” Hallie said “the other day I sneezed and pissed all over myself”
“What about you, Laurie?” Trish asked
Laurie blushes hard as she stood up “uhhh right now. I can’t do this” she said. Suddenly a dark wet spot slowly but surly appeared on the crotch of her pants. Quickly it spread to the back of her pants, soaking her ass before running down her legs forming a large puddle on the ground. After about a minute plus, she stopped, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at the damage
“Laurie, you have last pick” Trish said “please step forward and remove your pants and underwear and lay them down. This is how we will keep track”
Laurie gingerly waddled over in front of Trish and stripped off her tan Capri pants, revealing her orange booty shorts soaked front to back. She removed those too. Trish watched intently. Focusing on the wet piss still glistening on her pussy and legs. But that was interrupted.
“Oh fuck. Uh oh. I can’t hold it” Gabi shouted. She stood up to run to the bathroom, but soon stopped dead in her tracks. Her hands were tucked in her crotch, but she slowly removed them as her tiny jean shorts grew darker and darker. Kaya watched as the piss ran down Gabi’s legs, darkened her cute little butt and changed the color of her pants.
“This is not helping” Kaya laughed as she shifted her legs.
“Well, you know the rules Gabi. You will pick second to last”
Gabi blushed as she removed her pants and light blue panties at the same time. Her bald pussy soaked in her own piss. Urine dripping of her firm tight butt cheeks. She walked over to Trish, laid her shorts and undies next to Laurie’s, and scurried away.
“This is kinda fun!!” Said Devin, the dark haired bartender with a lower back tattoo.
“We should do this again” Blayse said, shoving her hands into her crotch.
“This is fun for you? I’ve never had to piss this bad in my life!” Hallie said
Ten minutes passed before attention shifted to Kaya.
“Oh fuck. I’m losing it.”
Remaining seated, kaya spread her legs and let nature take its course. She released a strong torrent of piss that pooled in her lap, flooded over the side of the chair and ran down to create yet another large puddle on the tarp laid out in the ground. Kaya stood up, exposing the full extent of just how soaked she was
“That was gross. But I feel so much better. I should have just gone pee right after Laurie” Kaya peeled off her light colored jeans, she had on white panties and you could see the outline of her neatly trimmed bush. She removed those too and laid them in front of Trish.
“Have fun!” She said before scurrying away
Trish looked at the girls who were left. Devin, Blaise, Lizz, Bri and Hallie.
“Come closer. Move your chairs closer to me” the house mom ordered. The girls obeyed. Except for Devin, the bartender and sexy Asian. She began, but quickly sat back down.
“Devin” Trish said with a smirk “whats the matter?”
“I literally can’t stand up” Devin giggled. “I have to pee so bad if I stand up I’m gonna pee my pants”
“Sounds like you are out of options, dear”
“Shit you’re right” she said “well, I might as well enjoy the relief!”
Dressed in a black crop top and grey leggings, Devin spread her legs, and released. She breathed a sigh of relief as the warm piss pooled in her lap and in the chair as it ran to her thighs, down her legs and onto the floor. Before finishing she stood up and turned around, her ass thoroughly soaked.
“Wow. That felt amazing” Devin announced with a smile. Standing in a puddle and soaked in her own piss, she began to recount a story. “I did piss myself on accident like a few weeks ago” Devin confessed. He D cup breasts begging to escape her tight top. “I was at work and it was just me and Anthony. We were slammed! Literally the most crowded I’d seen it. I had to pee so bad but then we got so busy that I forgot! I was like doin the pee dance behind the bar. Then as I was taking an order... I just couldn’t wait” she giggled “all of a sudden the dam had broken and it just came gushing out of me. Like underwear, pants, socks, everything. I tried to put a towel in my crotch to act as a diaper but it didn’t do shit! But I was wearing black leggings so no one could even tell”
Devin stripped off her tight grey leggings and he little black G string. She ran her hand across he smooth, bald pussy, both it and her legs still glistening from the wetness of her own pee. She laid her pants down next to the other pairs of pee filled pants.
“That was exciting. I’m going to go play with Frenchie!” She told them other girls. Frenchie was her dildo
That left Blaise, Bri, Lizzie, Hallie, and Trish.
“Ok girls. You’ve made it this far. Time to turn things up a bit. I’m front of you is two beers. Please grab one, open it, and begin drinking it”
“I don’t think I have anywhere to put it!” Lizzie exclaimed.
“Yeah this is gonna be painful” Bri echoes
As the girls began to drink. Soon, they were close to finishing their first.
“So when was the last time you wet yourself, Trish?”
Trish smiled and crossed her legs as she took a sip of her beer.
“Well, last year, my boyfriend thought it would be hilarious to lock me out of the house when I really REALLY had to pee. He didn’t think I was serious. Thought I was exaggerating... until I wet my pants. Then he finally let me in”
Bri tapped her foot and gathered focus on something other than her bladder long enough to chime in “my boyfriend tickled me once until I peed my pants”
“Actually” Trish began as she finished her beer “that was the second to last time I wet my pants”
She uncrossed her legs and smiled in relief.
“Trish you are out!” Lizz spoke up.
“Yep” she acknowledged “I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed the relief. Continue with the game girls. I will still be the judge”
Trish remained in her wet white shorts as the 4 remaining contestants, Bri, Blaise, Hallie and Lizz, all struggled desperately not to join her.
“Uh oh!” Lizzie suddenly whispered.
“Yep” she said, confirm with herself she could hold it no longer. She stood up as he pee drenched her tan leggings and socks. Forming a massive puddle on the ground. However, soon distraction was diverted.
“Shit” Blaise said as she stood up and turned facing away
“Wow that feels hot” she said as she stood with her legs apart as her warm piss soaked her tight little ass and ran down her legs forming a puddle at her feet.
“I’m still going” Blaise informed as her stream slowed to a trickle.
Both Lizzie and Blaise took off their soaking wet pants and panties and walked to lay theirs in line next to Trish, their hairless pussies glistening from the wetness of their own piss. They stripped naked, exposing their breast along with their butts and pussies and walked off to take a shower.
So there they were, the last two, Bri the cheerleader, and Hallie, the young MILF. Trish could tell this contest wouldn’t last much longer.
“How are we feeling?” Trish asked.
“Full to the BRIM!” Bri responded
“Like I have a 10 pound rock sitting on my bladder” Hallie informed.
Both girls sat, more squirmed, as they struggled to finish their last beer. Bri stood up and was pacing around. Hallie remained seated. Biting her lip, jamming her hands into her crotch and crossing her legs as tightly as she could.
“This is bad.” Bri said “I’m not going to be able to hang on much longer!”
“I literally feel like my eyes are floating” Hallie said, struggling to get the words out.
Then, Trish got an idea
“You girls would probably hate it if I made you watch me” she said standing up
“Watch what?” Bri asked, hands jammed into her crotch as she shifted foot to foot
“Re-wet my little shorts!” Trish said, as another solid stream shot out of her already white shorts, making them transparent enough for the girls to see her little landing strip “it feels so good” she teased
“Uh oh. Oh no. Fuck. Shit” Bri said as she began to lose control into her little grey thong and leggings “Hallie, looks like you win” she informed as the floodgates opened up. In a matter of minutes. Her tights were thoroughly soaked! Running up her ass and down her legs, eventually soaking all the way around her left pants leg. “I can’t lie. This feels amazing”
As Bri finished wetting her leggings, Hallie shot up and made a mad dash to the bathroom. Though when she arrived, to her horror, she found it was locked.
“What the fuck open up!” She shouted
“We are in here!” Blaise responded
“Yeah go away we are in the shower” Lizzie barked.
Hallie could feel herself starting to leak. She didn’t have time to wait around. With a hand jammed into her pussy she ran for the upstairs bathroom, hoping to get there in time. But as she reached the first step, she froze, knowing she had lost the battle
“Oh no!” She shouted. “Fuck I couldn’t hold it” she stood there as if unable to move for a good 90 seconds as her bladder emptied into her underwear and down her pants. Hallie stripped off her white Capri pants and red underwear and through them immediately into the dryer. “Fuck” she murmured as she ran her hand across her smooth pussy.
“Can someone bring me the mop?”
“That was actually really fun” a now fully naked Bri stated. “We should do it again some time” |
I just realized that i never posted any of the stuff I've written on here. So here's my favorite fan-fic.
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Nico knew that he should have gone to the bathroom before they left the mall. He had to go for a while but it wasn't really a problem until right now. He couldn't think of anything aside from how badly he needed to pee. Being in a car definitely wasn't helping, with the bumpy road, and a seatbelt pressing into his bladder.
He wanted nothing more than to be able to grab himself and bounce up and down, but he couldn't act like a little kid with Will sitting next to him in the driver's seat. He could hear Will voice now "I told you that you should go before we left", no Nico couldn't let him know about the situation he was in.
He tried to distract himself by watching the trees fly by as they drove past. Suddenly the car hit a bump and Nico's bladder spasmed from the sudden jolt. He was able to stay in control, but Will had noticed that something was wrong, Nico was facing down with his eyes squeezed shut and his fists clenched so tightly on his thighs that his knuckles were white.
"Nico?" Will asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
It took Nico a moment to register the question "Y-yeah, just car sick I guess"
Will knew he was lying, but he didn't press it because it would just make things worse.
Nico was beginning to realize just how bad his situation really was, he almost lost it back there and it was going to take twenty more minutes to get back to camp. He was considering asking Will to just stop somewhere so he could go. He was about to say something when he realized that the car was no longer moving, there were cars on all sides of them.
"Why isn't traffic moving?" He asked Will, who was looking at his phone.
"Looks like there was a car crash, could be another hour till we get through here"
Nico bit his lip nervously, he knew that he wouldn't last another hour. Will looked up to see the distressed look on Nico's face.
"Seriously, Neeks. What's wrong?"
"I, um, just need t-" Nico was cut off by a wave of intense pain. He slammed his hands into his crotch, not caring that Will could see anymore.
"You have to pee" Will guessed.
Nico gave a small nod. Will knew it must be really bad, Nico almost never allowed himself to seem vulnerable like this. He guessed the son of Hades would last another five minutes tops.
"You can't hold it in like this," Will warned. "You could hurt yourself"
"I can hold it till we get back to camp" Nico replied.
They both knew that he couldn't. Nico still was grabbing his crotch with both hands and every muscle in his body was tensed.
"We're going to be sitting here a while, we might as well undo your seat belt so it's not pressing on you anymore" Will pointed out, reaching over to unbuckle Nico's belt.
He looked at the top of his jeans where the bulge from his overfilled bladder was clearly noticeable. "Do you want to unbutton your jeans too, it might help"
"Um, yeah. I'll try it"
He moved his hands to the button of his pants and "Shit"
He shoved his hands back into his crotch, he felt his pants begin to grow warm and wet. He stopped the stream but he knew there was a noticeable wet spot on the front of his jeans.
"Will, I don't think I can..." his voice trailed off.
"It's okay, just don't hurt yourself"
Trafic had begun to inch forward slowly, so Will had to return his focus to driving. Nico, on the other hand, couldn't focus on anything other than trying not to piss himself in front of Will. He hadn't had an accident since before he lived in Lotus Hotel, he had just turned 18 he wasn't a kid anymore, he could hold his pee.
Will kept looking over at Nico whenever he could, he was leaning slightly forward his hands pressed tightly between his legs, every muscle in his body was so tense that he was shaking. Traffic was still slow but it was moving enough that he couldn't really keep watching Nico.
"Shit!" Nico exclaimed, "No, no, no...."
Nico was unable to move as warm pee poured out of him, covering his hands, soaking his pants, pooling in the seat beneath him, and then finally pattering onto the floor. He felt tears forming in his eyes, he didn't want Will to think he was even more of a baby so he turned, with a humiliating squishing sound, towards the window. He couldn't believe he just peed himself, like a two-year-old, in front of his boyfriend. Will knew he didn't want to talk, so they drove the rest of the way back to camp in silence.
They drove into the camp just after dinner had ended, most campers were at the campfire. Will jumped out of the car and grabbed his jacket from the back seat, he walked around and opened up Nico's door.
"Here, wrap this around your waist" Will spoke softly, in case anyone was nearby.
Nico looked up, his eyes red from crying "B-but it'll get dirty"
"It's fine, I was going to have to wash it soon anyway"
Nico stood up and took the jacket out of Will's hand. He carefully tied it around his waist.
"Okay, walk behind me. It's getting dark, but just to be sure no one will notice"
Nico was thankful for how kind Will was being, but he felt like he didn't deserve it. Despite that, he followed close behind him holding his hand. They got to the Hades cabin without running into anyone else. Will opened the door and lead Nico inside to the bathroom and turned on the shower so the water could warm up.
"Why are you doing this?" Nico asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you being so nice? I just pissed myself in your car, I'm disgusting. Why aren't you mad at me?"
"Why would I be mad at you for a basic human function. Everyone pees, and it's not your fault that we got stuck in traffic. I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself," Will replied, checking the water. "I'm going to go tell Chiron why we were late"
Will closed the door as he left and Nico peeled off his wet clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and he stepped into the shower. When he got out he found his dirty clothes were gone and a pair of p.j.'s on the counter.
He got dressed and walked out of the bathroom to find Will laying on his bed looking at his phone. When Nico opened the door he looked up and smiled softly. Nico laid down next to him, resting his head on the other boy's chest. Will slowly ran his fingers through Nico's black hair.
He buried his face in Will's shirt and whispered "I love you" |
The first part is a short story from the old minute holding board.
I like it so much that I wrote a second part (sorry for my bad English)
Part 1 (the original)
"Okay! Five waters and a pitcher of beer. I'll be right back will all that!"
Jen finished taking her customer's order and walked back to the kitchen as quickly as her aching feet would allow in her 5 inch pumps. She began to fill up five glasses of water with one hand and shoved the other hand deep into her crotch to try and contain the ocean brewing inside of her. Ever since she started working at her husband's diner, he has always had one rule. It doesn't matter if you're working a 4 hour shift or a 24 hour shift, you can only pee when you're off the clock. Needless to say, the other waitresses hated that rule! Eventually all of them got too fed up with this rule and quit. Everyone except his loyal wife Jen that is. She stuck with him working as the only waitress until he can get some more staff so she can finally take a break. He said it would only take about a day. That was over 6 days ago, and Jen has yet sit down, let alone pee in that time.
Jen pulls her high heels off and stands barefoot on the cool tile. She softly massages her bulging, aching bladder and let's out a soft moan. She leans against a wall and closes her eyes as exhaustion takes over her body. Then all of a sudden she becomes acutely aware of her throbbing bladder! She sprints as fast as she can to the toilet right through the dining room, dripping pee as she goes. She slams open the bathroom door and throws open the lid to the toilet. She groans as she sits for the first time in days onto the cold seat, and she let's go of a massive load of pee from her enormous distended bladder that fills the toilet in seconds. As it begins to overflow with her golden liquid, she doesn't care, and she lays her head back in sighs until-
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING JEN?!"
Jen is startled awake. She hears the characteristic sound of pee drops hitting tile floor and quickly shoves her hands back into her crotch to try and stem the flow before a full on torrent is released.
"I cannot believe you think it would be acceptable to pee on shift! And in the kitchen! And why are your shoes off?! And don't give me that, 'My feet hurt, my shoes are too small, I've been on my feet for 6 days' bull shit again! If the health inspector came in today we would get destroyed!"
Jen starts to shake the fog from her head and realizes that her relief was but a dream, and she was thrown back into her nightmare. Having regained control of her bladder, she wearily shoves her swollen feet back into her heels.
"I-I'm sorry honey! I just shut my eyes for a second and I guess I just lost control! It's been almost a week now and I'm just so tired....can't we just close for an hour or two so I can get off these feet and sleep a little...maybe even take a little pee break?"
"I understand, but that's no excuse. You know I can't let you take a break. The exhaustion makes you sharper, and you'll work faster when you need to pee! You don't NEED breaks Jen! It's all in your head!"
Disappointed, Jen doubles over holding her bladder as another massive wave of desperation begins to run through her body again. Her husband comes over.
"Here baby, shut your eyes."
He gently lifts up on her bowling ball sized bladder and takes the pressure off of her peehole. He softly massages it in his hands, and the relief from that nearly makes Jen lose her load right there. She once again drifts off, until all of a sudden, her husband drops her bladder right back down. Jen nearly collapses from the pain and pressure returning so suddenly.
"That's enough of a break Jen! We just got a party of 30! Get back out and wait on these tables!"
She slowly recovers, "Y-yes, I will get right back out there! That was plenty of time to rest for me! I can easily go another few days now! B-but when do you think you'll be able to hire another waitress, you j-just in case?"
"I don't know Jen, I'll get around to it eventually! I'm a busy man! I'll see about getting some applications in here in the next few weeks. But you said it yourself, you should be good to go now right?"
"Y-yes dear. Like you said, I don't need to take breaks..." Jen says as she rubs her bladder and hobbles back out to greet the new party.
Part 2 (my part)
After a couple of hours, her husband calls Jen to come into the kicthen with him.
“Your bladder looks so swollen, you look like you are pregnant. We need to do something about that”
Finaly I am going to pee Jen thought.
“And you can't be wearing that pee stained skirt anymore. So I went home to bring you some new clothes, so if you could hurry and change into them?” her husbond says giving Jen a bag
“W-what you wnt home? Why couldn¨t I have gone so I could have had a pee?” Jen says.
“Don't be silly, you where need here to serve the customers” “No quickly change” her husband says.
“Yes dear, I will hurry up” Jen says opening up the them, She looked quite shocked when she saw what was in the bag, she pulled out a pair of light blue jeans.
“You brought jeans? And my tightes once aswell?” Jen says.
“Yes. I thought since those are very high waisted the would compress and hide your big bladder. Now hurry up and put them on. I even brought you some wetwipes so you can clean your self up a bit” the husband said.
“Thank you” Jen says with her head haning a bit. Here dream of beeing able to empty her bladder was crushed. She took of her skirt and heels and starting to use the wet wipes on her legs an crotch, she even tried to massage her aching feet a bit with the wipes.
“Did you bring any new underwear for me?”
“Sorry did not think to bring that, but do you need that under jeans?” her husbond answers.
“No you are right I don't need that when wearing jeans” Jen says.
She started pulling up her jeans, wiggling them up her tighs and hips. But there was no way she colud close them, her bladder had grown so much and the jeans was already to small for her to begin with.
“Honey I am not able to close them”
“Nonesense, I will help you. Lay down on the floor” he says
Jen layed down and he stood over her and told her to suck in her bladder and stomach, and press the fly-sides together.
She sucked in as much as she could. And then pressed hard on her stomach and bladder and yanked the zipper up.
When his hand hit her bladder Jen saw stars friom the pain, and was sure she couldn't hold any more and piss herself right on the kitchen floor, but somehow she managed to keep dry.
He helped her up from the floor.
“Now put on the clean shirt” he says, taking a up a white shirt from the bag and handed to her.
Jen quickly cleaned her under the arms with wetwipes, and put on the new shirt.
“Tie a knot on them to make it more cropped so it showes of your nice jeans-clad butt” he says to her.
Jen did as he said.
“I also brought you a new pair of shoes” he says.
Jen was horrifed when she saw he had taken her most painful shoes, a pair of black 6 inch pumps that was two numbers to small for her.
“It's okay, I can wear the old ones” Jen says.
“Don't be silly, it will be good for your feet to change shoes after wearing them for so long” he says.
“But then you must help me put them on, my jeans are to tight for me to bend down to put them on” Jen says.
He then lifted her leg a pressed her feet into the tortures shoes.
Jen gave away a small scream when her feet went into the too high and too small shoes. It went stings from her toes up to her bladder, giving her bladder cramps.
“My god how sexy you look now” her says.
She had a look in the mirror and had to agree that despite not having had a rest or a pee in over 6 days, she looked very hot and sexy in her too tight jeans and 6 inch heels. And for a spil second she forgot about her full bladder and how tierd she was.
“Jen you need to hurry up, there a thisrty customers waiting” he says to her.
“O-of course” Jen says almost limping from her heels, every step she took caused stings to be sendt from her poor aching toes up to her overfilled bladder.
“Have you thought more about getting some more staff to help out?” She asked.
“No not had any time for that yet, we beeing open 24/7 and all, but I think it wil slow down a bit after the October feast is over” he said.
“B-but that is almost two weeks, I can't stay awake or hold my pee for that long” Jen says with tears in her eyes.
“Of cource you can, remember you are a strong, strong women who don't need common things like rest and bathroom breaks” He says to Jen and gave her a tight hug, putting more preassure on her bladder. “And remember, you can't have any leaks now wearing so light colored jeans, the smallest spurt will show”
“You are so right, you know me so well. What are two more weeks for me, I can easily make a month” Jen says smiling.
“Thats the spirit! No go out to the customers” He says looking at her tight butt as wiggled, as she hobbled as fast as she could in her heels. |
The hot spray of water droplets rained down on Kagamine Rin's slender, nude body as she lathered her skin down with soap, the sudsy runoff collecting around the drain as steam rose up and condensed on the ceiling tiles. After all, as one of Japan's top idol performers, Rin had to always look her best, and keeping clean was the bare minimum of that. She and her friends had a show today, one she needed to leave for soon, so she had to get ready.
However, as she squirted a glob of shampoo into her palms, a quick little nag from a bit below her stomach reminded Rin that she still had a few more tasks to attend to before she could truly say she was prepared to leave. "Mmph, ooh, I gotta go," she whined, gently rubbing her thighs together, shifting her weight between her feet, at least until she almost slipped.
The life of a pop idol started early in the morning, with proper eating and exercise, last minute practicing, wardrobe decisions, showering, Rin hadn't had the time to use the toilet yet today. Not helping was the warm water already streaking down her thighs, and the slight part between the shower curtains that allowed her to see the porcelain throne.
"Maybe I should jump out of the shower for a minute..." It certainly wasn't a solution she liked to consider, no one wanted to expose themselves to the open air while wet from a shower, to say nothing about tracking water all across the floor. But she had to go, so what other options were there? I know Len pees in the shower, but that's really gross! She was left with little recourse beyond simply...holding it. "If I finish the shower quickly, I should have enough time to dry off and still go to the bathroom," she rationalized, vigorously rubbing the shampoo through her short, blond hair.
That's when the knob to the bathroom door turned and pushed inwards, and in strolled Rin's twin brother, Len. "Rin, you gotta hurry-"
"Aaahhh!" Rin hastily grabbed the opaque shower curtains, bunching them up around her sensitives and turning away from the door. "Knock first, Len!" In truth, as close twins, this would be far from the first time the two occupied the same bathroom simultaneously.
As such, Len wasn't fazed at all by the sight of his sister in the shower, though he still looked the other way. "You're still showering? The ride's waiting, we need to leave right now! We're already cutting it really close with setup time!" With that warning, Len ran back out, slamming the door in the hurry.
Most performances, Rin was the one holding everyone up, so she had gotten used to the art of rushing the final steps of preparation. Before even thinking, she shoved her head beneath the shower head and let the bubbles covering approximately half her scalp wash off. Only once she had turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel off the rack, did she look at the toilet once more and whimper. "I guess...I'll just have to make time at the venue."
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"Come on, we gotta run," Hatsune Miku, lead idol of their group, called back to everyone as they bolted through the backstage halls of Tokyo's Makuhari Messe Exhibition Hall, backed by the distant roar of an impatient crowd.
"You said the stage was the other way," Meiko reprimanded.
"It's not my fault the stagehands were so vague with directions," Kaito defended, "we'll still make it in time!"
"Yeah, but we'll be too exhausted from the run to perform properly," Megurine Luka panted from the back of the pack.
Somewhere in the middle of the group was Rin, starting to feel a little winded, for reasons beyond simple physical exertion. Because of their tardiness, they were hurried backstage for props and makeup as soon as they arrived, and once those were finished, here they were rushing to the stage. These were the obstacles at every new venue. And I still haven't visited the little idol's room.
Rin had very good reason to be worried about this. The performers had a tendency to put on long shows, hours long, and the night's setlist spread Rin's songs apart pretty evenly, meaning no chance to go running off for a potty break. What a great time to be the second-most popular act after Miku. Plenty of songs, each with their own complicated dance routine, necessitating plenty of water so as not to pass out, thousands of audience members that would witness should those factors lead to their inevitable conclusion... "Why me?"
"I'm running out of time, I gotta do something." Already, schemes began swirling in her little head, ways to inconspicuously ask her friends if they could rearrange the songs last-minute to keep her out of the beginning, to make time for her to find a toilet. Nothing serious, of course, she didn't need to go that badly, just a casual precaution. "Oh, they'd never believe that," she lamented, lazily moving a hand above the zipper of her shorts.
Over the distant ruckus and much louder shoes clacking against the floor, Len still picked up some noise coming from his sister. "What are you mumbling about?"
"Eep!" Rin locked up, though still kept running, sending both hands flying to her sides. So much voice training, I can't even whisper quietly enough anymore! "N-nothing! Just...talking to myself."
Len cocked an eyebrow. "You sure? You look a little off." Great, now he's worrying about me. Now I feel guilty!
"Now's a bit late to get pre-show jitters," Miku reprimanded, as she was the first to pass through the light at the end of the tunnel, becoming illuminated by the many spotlights pointed at the stage. Immediately, the cheers of the crowd increased tenfold as Miku, with a big smile, waved to the people and began talking into her headworn microphone. "Wow, what an amazing turnout we have tonight!"
The Kagamine twins were the next to arrive on stage, and Rin quickly discovered that Miku was correct. Makuhari Messe Exhibition Hall could house nearly a thousand attendees, and by her count, every one of those seats was filled with eager fans, waving glow sticks and signs. Hardcore fans like these would never take their eyes off the show, and Rin's pessimistic side began picturing herself having an accident in front of that kind of crowd. And that was far from counting the livestream viewers that would get an up-close view only rivaled by those in the front row.
To say Rin was scared would be putting it lightly. She was still comparatively young, her and Len being the youngest of this group, but she was still far too old to be wetting herself. She'd be mortified if this happened while she was completely alone, but if she peed herself here, she'd never live it down and images would forever circulate the internet. She could practically run away now, covering her face, preempting the embarrassment before anyone could know why she'd be embarrassed.
Yet, despite her fears, Rin still walked out and smiled to the crowd. She was a performer, the show must go on, and she wouldn't abandon her calling and talent over a little bladder discomfort. She'd just have to wait it out for, how long was this show scheduled to last? Two hours? "Ooh, I'm not sure I can," she muttered.
In a show of good faith, Kaito got close to Rin and whispered into her ear. "Microphone's on." As if to prove a point, he tapped a button on the headset by his ear, turning his own microphone on.
Rin's face blushed hot pink as she realized that, yes, she would habitually flip her headset active whenever she entered the stage. If she said anything more specific, she'd be doomed, to put it lighter than air. Yes, air! Air! Opposite of water! Don't think about water!
Maybe time would pass faster for Rin after all, because in the blink of an eye, introductions were out of the way and the setup was beginning for their first number. Meiko, Kaito, and Luka had left the set, and Len was grabbing three plastic katanas from a barrel just off-stage. He tossed one to Miku, who grabbed it gracefully and perfectly as she did everything, and a second came flying through the air at Rin. She tried, she really did, to catch it, but she closed her fingers too soon, and the prop bounced off her knuckles quite painfully. "Ow!" A few attempts to pick it out of the air as it descended led to similar failure, and she could only watch as it came to a halt on the floor, backed by the chuckles of the crowd. "Heh...heh..." I'm gonna pee myself, and I can't even do something this simple!
Just as she began to reconsider singing tonight, the music began blaring over the many speakers, "Knife", slowly bringing the audience to a hush. The spotlights dimmed until only one shone down, emulating moonlight, as the melody kicked in and the song truly began. And, like a switch being flipped, Rin was dancing. She didn't even have to think about it, she had rehearsed this dance so many times, it was automatic and flawless. It was a blessing and a curse, a blessing because it meant she could hide her desperate need by simply acting as she usually would, a curse because a lack of need to think meant no way to distract herself from that need.
And boy, was it a real dire need. While her moves were fluid like a flowing stream, the easiest task in the world for a trained dancer, that didn't make it not testing for a completely different reason. Every time she separated her legs, her bladder yearned to shoot its contents out straight between them. Every time she hopped and landed, the vibrations agitated her bladder and made its walls weaker. I can't believe this, I can't remember the last time I had to go this bad, I'm not sure I've ever needed it! I feel like I could wet myself at any minute!
This was a fight to the death, much like the one fueling Miku and Len to swing their swords in choreographed combat. Only, it wasn't Rin's body in peril, but her image. She'd never be able to recover from a public accident here, and all the work that she'd put into becoming the Japanese superstar she was would be utterly wasted. All because she had an admittedly small bladder.
From a vantage point behind the action, Rin watched as Len struck down Miku, prompting the blue-haired idol to fall into her friend's arms and go limp in death. Rin picked up her fallen friend's sword and brought forth her own, swinging them at her brother with the fire of determination. I can't! No matter what happens, I can't wet myself here! I'll figure something out, but I'll last until I do! I swear it!
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The crowd was enraptured as Kaito and Miku were paired in a ballroom dance, set to "Cantarella", while the unused singers watched from the sidelines, out of sight from the greater public. Unfortunately, this level of privacy was not enough for Rin to finally dance the way she wanted to, needed to, not with two other girls to see, and her own brother to top off the terror. No doubt if she was alone, she'd be hopping around with her hands buried down the front of her shorts, doing anything she could to ease the pain in her body, just shy of yanking her pants down and just going.
Two hours had passed, the concert was reaching its end, and Rin felt like she could cry. Doubleganger, Roshin Yukai, Colorful x Melody, Kokoro, Rin had been doing her part to perform to the best of her ability, straining her poor constitution to its breaking point to keep up with the activity and stay hydrated throughout, all without completely soaking herself. She was pushed to the very edge of her resolve, her bladder, and her stamina to even last this long. And her panties were more than a little soaked from two hours of leaks. I can't believe it...this is even worse than the backseat of that van...
I'm not gonna make it...I'm gonna burst...I shouldn't be able to hold this much... Rin was a small girl, one who was already plenty desperate when the show started, she really thought she was near her limit back then. Clearly, she knew nothing, as the devastating urge had grown tenfold, to heights she never dreamed she'd have to endure. She'd never imagined it was even possible to have to pee this badly, let alone be subject to it herself.
It was getting so bad, in fact, that Rin was really starting to consider just wetting herself, anything to end this suffering. Yes, the result would be mortifying, she'd be the butt of jokes for years to come, but this was a medical emergency! If she didn't, her bladder would explode! It might even be better to pull her shorts down and pee on the floor, so long as the audience couldn't see her shame. Trembling, she began reaching for her belt, ready to undo its clasps and find the relief she'd been dying for.
"Thank you all for your enthusiasm," Miku announced to ecstatic applause, "but we're fast approaching the end of our show." Oh, thank you, time's running really short for me right now. "So we've got one more song to send you off!" Oh no...that's right, the finisher...please leave me out of it! "Decorator!"
The music started rolling, prompting Meiko, Luka, and Len to run back out, waving to the crowd, but Rin hesitated. I'm not feeling well...I'll say I'm not feeling well and can't perform the last song! She might even get away with that, the sweat pouring down her face being more than enough to fool someone into thinking she was coming down with a fever. Yeah, I'm getting sick and I need to go rest. That's all I have to say, just tell someone...why am I walking out? Like a true trooper, regardless of any agony, Rin began walking into the spotlight. She didn't even want to do it!
As the multicolored lasers from behind began waving and the crowd began jumping in their own rhythms, as if puppeted by strings, Rin began the choreographed dance. She only had to worry about dancing, she had no vocals in this song, and thank heavens for that, because she was piloted purely by muscle memory. Muscles that were pushed as far as they could go already, making absolutely sure that the Kagamine girl felt their wrath.
Just a tiny bit longer...I'm begging you, body, just hold out until the song's over...it's not that long a song, I can do it. I have to do it! No doubt that Rin was doing her best, but the cracks were beginning to show. Decorator's dance required all six of its performers to act in perfect unison, and Rin could keep up, but the precision was just asking a smidge too much. It started as simple missteps, almost invisible to the untrained eye, but they soon began accumulating. Before long, she was just narrowly avoiding bumping into her friends, tripping over her heels, missing/skipping a beat or an entire measure.
And that was to say nothing about the current situation inside her shorts. When she got dressed today, her underwear was fresh out of the dryer, and now they were as dirty as they'd ever been. The crotch of her panties were not only wet, but warm and sticking to her sensitives, and it reached far up her butt, just to make it so much worse. As much urine was soaked in as could feasibly be, and it would only take one strong spurt now for it to show on her pants.
Yet, despite the hair's breadth between wet and dry she stood on, she did not retreat. Naturally, she couldn't see if her facial expression was still maintaining the facade of the happy-go-lucky girl, but her friends were certainly doing a bit of acting. They had to have noticed how many mistakes Rin was making, but every time she got a flash of their faces, they were as chipper as ever. They know. They have to know. They probably know I'm about to pee myself too. Oh, I could die if they knew this whole time!
With every ounce of her concentration allocated to her bladder, Rin very nearly missed the music coming to a halt. If that cue had slipped her by, there was little doubt she would have kept dancing while all others were still, though it may have devolved into an obvious potty dance. But no, she did stop moving, quickly jumping to the opposite extreme and metaphorically turning to stone, unwilling to expend even a sliver of energy.
She felt her grip slipping as she could only watch Miku strut downstage with all her usual pep. "Thank you so much for coming, everyone! It means so much to all of us that you wanted to watch us sing, and we really hope you'll support us again!" Miku gave a bow, followed by the rest of the singers. Excluding Rin, of course, who was still frozen solid, and only broke free when it was time to walk off stage. Somehow, she found the drive to do that.
Once they were all out of sight, a certain tension seemed to lift. Everyone could stop to take a breath, assured by the knowledge that this was another successful show. But Rin couldn't breathe that same sigh of relief, not when her own needed brand of relief was still out of sight. And she needed to close that gap now. "Outta my way!" With a burst of power, far more power than would be expected from a girl her size, Rin bolted away into the relative quiet of the back hallways.
Gotta find a toilet gotta find a toilet gotta pee "gotta pee gottapeepeepeepee!" Her time in Makuhari Messe not on stage was limited to a few minutes, so she had no clue where to find the bathroom. All she could rely upon was expectation and common sense, where she'd find a restroom in previous venues. Thankfully, she always needed a tinkle at some point during previous shows, so she had a starting point for her search. "Dressing room!"
She had a basic memory of where the dressing room was, even after being rushed through the first time, and she was running for it. Now that no one was looking, she was rushing as fast as her little legs and exhausted lower muscles could manage, both hands squeezing her shorts between the legs, applying as much force to the girlhood beneath as was necessary to keep her peehole closed tight.
Practically sliding on the well-waxed floor, Rin came to a sudden halt as she only just noticed the "Dressing Room: Authorized Personnel Only" plaque on a door. "Finally! I'm gonna burst!" Thankfully, the door was left unlocked immediately following a show, allowing Rin to bust straight through and straight away begin scanning the room, with the ferocity of a rabid animal.
Yet, no matter how much she looked, taking in the mirrors, counters, stools, cabinets, makeup kits, clothing racks, so many objects, yet no door leading to another room, no little toilet stall. "No...no, that can't be right! There has to be a bathroom in here!" In deep denial, she ran into the dressing room, darting between every corner, looking for something she missed. She must have missed something, what other venue would deny its performers a toilet? But, her initial assessment was correct. No bathroom to be found here.
However, that didn't mean the dressing room had no place to pee, not exactly. One member of the cleaning staff had left a mop and bucket, and there were a few scattered, empty water bottles. "...maybe...?" It wasn't her proudest moment, but Rin really began considering those as options as her hips started to swing and knees started to buckle. She was only in this predicament because she refused to pee in the shower, could she escape by going somewhere else weird? She'd never tried it before, would it even work?
Unfortunately, now was not the time for experimentation, nor careful weighing of her options. "No, I need a real toilet!" Her intuition led her to believe trying to do her business in a bottle would end extremely messily, to say nothing of the possibility of being walked in on in the midst of using either option, equally awful no matter who the person in question would be. In the same frenzy she entered with, Rin ran from the dressing room, holding herself something bad as tears streamed down her cheeks.
And her eyes weren't the only wet part of her body as she bolted through the halls. The spurts of urine had been releasing with every pulse of her bladder, on a regular schedule, and the quantity had finally reached the spilling point. Even though her bladder felt no emptier, enough had escaped that her panties could no longer contain the soaking, and the newest, warmest pee had to go somewhere. Certainly, a little bit, the strongest part of the flow, shot through the soaked undergarments and found a new home in her pants, but the majority instead took the path of least resistance and slipped through the microscopic gap between her smooth thighs and the leg holes of her underwear, snaking down her legs, unimpeded by her loose shorts. "Uguh...AAAAAHHHHHH!"
With vision so muddy she was almost running blind, Rin could only just make out a small sign jutting from the wall, close to the ceiling. Truthfully, she couldn't read the one word posted, but the accompanying image was more than enough of a clue: two stick figures, one blue, one pink, the latter with a flared-out waist barely resembling a dress, both paired with a right-facing arrow. That could only mean one possible thing, heaven on Earth to Rin. "BATHROOM," she screamed as she raced and slid through the first door on the right, bowling past a patiently waiting line.
A row of sinks, dirty mirrors behind them, the grid of small tile flooring, and the sterile smell of old urine; this was the bathroom, all right. She was already pretty misty-eyed, but the sheer joy of the sight sent enough emotion to overcome poor Rin. She'd never had this close a call, having half-wet herself by this point, but they were right in front of her now. Toilet stalls. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in her short life, and their presence was almost enough to spring a premature leak.
That is, until one other fixture of the public restroom became evident to Rin, adorning the wall on her half of the room: a row of urinals, with no dividers between them. Those aren't supposed to be there...oh no! At her starting position, the men's room was closer and, paying no attention, Rin ran into the wrong one. At the very least, it was an easy mistake to fix; just mutter an apology, walk back out and go to the neighboring girl's room instead.
That is, until her bladder throbbed once more, ballooned as far out as it could manage. Pain like Rin had never felt before, coupled with another surge of warmth on her palms. The singer had spent the night unwillingly learning just how far she could push her holding limits, and now she had reached that ceiling. Now, she needed to pee. There was no time to make it to another bathroom. There was no time to even run to the stalls on the opposite end of this tiny room. Kagamine Rin needed the single nearest toilet.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" Since holding was no longer doing her any good, she instead devoted her hands to undoing the fasteners on her belt as she ran to the urinal closest to the entrance, one of the shorter ones. By the time she reached the porcelain fixture, the buckle was undone and its two metal clasps fell against her groin, and she was quick to unbutton and unzip, yet all she could do was stand and look once it was all done. I've never used a urinal before! I mean, yeah, I've thought about how to do it before, when I was little! I don't know how girls do it! I don't even know if they can!
Too bad now wasn't the time to carefully consider posture, angles, physical barriers, anything that could lead to a successful standing female pee. As far as she could think, there was only one way to go about this, and she wasn't waiting on it. Lifting one foot, and using that leverage to wiggle the raised leg against her crotch, Rin pivoted on her heel and faced away from the urinal, allowing her shorts to fall and show her yellow-white striped panties to whoever wanted to see. Or, rather, mostly yellow now. Even those weren't allowed to be a focus for long, as she grabbed the waistband in both palms and shoved them down with her pants, instead exposing her dripping privates.
They weren't in plain view much, though. Rin squatted at the knees and stuck her rear out behind, just enough that her crotch hung just above the outward-jutting bowl of the urinal, keeping her hands on her legs for stability. By this point, she could already hear the short bursts of gentle splashing of her final defenses breaking, and the river rushing past the cracked dam. But she wasn't finished yet. Now, she needed to back up slightly, for the best chance of her coming release to make its mark. It was this blind reverse that lead to the horrific sensation of her butt against the cold, wet back of the urinal. "Eep!" That was quickly corrected with a millimeter of separation, enough to avoid the worst feeling of her life, but still able to make out the emanating chill.
It wouldn't stay cool for long. This poor little idol just couldn't hold out any longer, and with that, the men's room was soon filled with the pounding roar of Kagamine Rin pee jetting into the empty urinal bowl, which certainly didn't stay empty for long. The hard slamming of urine against porcelain was quickly replaced with water hitting water, the sound more akin to a filling bath than a peeing girl, as a thin haze of heat rose from the golden pool.
Rin tried to stay modest, already a challenging task given everything about these circumstances, by staying quiet in this moment. That soon turned out to be impossible, because she had gone as far as a girl could go when it came to holding urine, felt pain worse than any in her life, and the act of letting loose with full freedom was just too much to handle. What felt like a gallon of pee was just erupting out of Rin, the torture ballooned up inside her was quickly deflating, anguish being replaced with pure, tingly pleasure. She couldn't even keep her tone straight as she moaned in ecstasy. "HaaaAAH aAaHhhAaa aAAhhHhh..."
"Rin?!" And her heart dropped while simultaneously skipping several beats. While it wouldn't be unusual to hear someone who recognized her, being a star of the show and all, the fact that she recognized the voice was all it took to destroy her good mood. How could it not, when it was a voice she knew better than her own, a voice that sounded almost exactly like her own?
Afraid to confirm as she was, Rin still turned to look at the speaker, trembling, causing a waviness in the sound of her tinkling. Her breathing was just as inconsistent as fear overtook her, only exacerbated when she looked all the way to her left. Not far away, one urinal's width separating them, was Kagamine Len, his wide eyes staring deep into her soul as his mouth hung wide open. And, of course, he wasn't just in the bathroom doing nothing. From a perfect sideways angle, Rin had a clear view of her brother's not-so-clear stream splashing into his toilet, and the body part serving as the conduit for his pee to enter the world.
"Eep, I-I'm sorry," Rin squeaked as she turned her head as far in the other direction as possible, nearly fast enough to give her whiplash. Of course, being close twins, this was far from the first time Rin had seen Len's "boy differences", but the sight was never one she wanted. He's always been less concerned with shame in the house. Likewise, she'd seen her brother pee a few times in the past, though to Len's credit, it was always just because she was doing something in the bathroom and he busted in because he couldn't hold it any longer.
The problem was, the opposite was not true. No matter how close of siblings the Kagamines were, no matter how desperate she was, Rin would never do her business in front of her brother, not since they were toddlers! And now? Now she was peeing more than she'd ever peed in her life, in a men's public restroom, in a urinal, where Len could perfectly see. No, not even just Len. She wouldn't dare look now, but she had caught brief glimpses of other boys in the room, and they had to be looking at the weird girl that just rushed in and started spraying down a urinal. Rin's face turned beet-red in horror; if her hands weren't busy acting as supports to keep her upright, she'd surely be burying her face in them. I'll never be able to sing again. I'll never be able to go out in public. I'll never be able to get married. My life is over here.
Yet, still she peed. She physically couldn't stop; her bladder muscles were fatigued, they couldn't hold a single drop no matter how hard she tried. Logically, the next best choice would be to force the rest of her fluids out, reduce the time she had to spend where she didn't belong, but that eluded her as well. It wasn't very possible for her to speed up, not when the entire width of her peehole was already being used in the gushing torrent. And, with tiny droplets already splashing back onto her unmentionables, she was hesitant to add power to the mix. Realizing there was no escape, she sighed in exasperation, choking back tears. I deserve this for not being able to hold it.
That's when the light shining from the lamps above the mirrors opposite her was suddenly blocked. Did a light go out? No, the rest are still on. Someone...someone got close! Too close, too close! She couldn't ignore that, so counter to her wishes, she looked to her front, to the witnesses to her shame. But she saw no watchers, no stunned onlookers, only the back of a blond boy in a white shirt and gray shorts blocking her from the rest of the restroom, looking so close to Rin that he could be her...twin. "L-Len?"
"It's alright, Rin," he comforted, never turning his head to face her. "I won't let anyone look at you now."
This whole ordeal had been such a turbulent experience for Rin, her little head was filled with so many conflicting emotions, of relief and fear, that this simple act of kindness plain overwhelmed her. There were still raging waterworks down south, almost louder than the faucets of people washing their hands at the sinks, but bodily fluids began streaking down Rin's face at the same time. "L...LEEEENNNNNN," she bawled, taking her hands off her knees and instead keeping herself aloft by reaching out and hugging her brother tight around his stomach.
The sight happening in this corner of the men's room had gotten even more spectacular, with a crying girl peeing into a urinal, embracing her brother standing right in front of her, but Len didn't fight. He just stood there as her shield, secretly expecting her crying to lead to her blowing her nose in the back of his shirt. And giving death glares to any spectators who watched too long or pulled their phones out for posterity, and no matter how devoted a Kagamine Rin fan any of these audience members were, none would risk the retaliation should their cameras fire off.
So, with the clear sign that the show was over, the guys lost interest and began filtering out, quietly warning whoever replaced them not to make a scene. Everything preceding now had unfolded in a matter of hardly more than a dozen seconds, making the following minute feel like an eternity, filled with nothing but the sounds of flowing streams, flushing toilets, running faucets and humming hand-dryers. Though the first was astronomically overpowering the rest, at least to Rin's ears. Now she had the time for disgrace to set in, be reminded once more just how much she never wanted to let this repeat.
But, even if it was the most humiliating moment of her life, there was still one very real fact that Rin couldn't forget, either: the tingly feeling this left in her private place was just a little pleasant. Even as her bladder began to show signs of slowing, and her tinkle began sputtering and spurting as its volume dropped to a fraction of its previous ferocity, Rin was still swimming in the ecstasy, and when her lower half turned quiet after all was said and done, she needed a moment to process it. "Hahh...ahhahh...pheeeeewwwwwww!" Despite everything, the smile plastered across her face was genuine.
She probably would have fallen to her knees in bliss, were she not holding onto a sturdy support. One concerned about her well-being. "You're set now, Rin? Nothing else in that surprisingly big bladder of yours?"
"Hah...hah...yeah," she panted, unwrapping her arms from Len and standing more upright. However, she hadn't found the strength to lift her head yet, so that downward gaze allowed her to see, for the first time, the damage her underwear had taken. If she were anywhere private enough to change, she'd almost certainly rather strip them off than suffer with them back on. "Oh, I really wet myself this time."
"I'll go grab some toilet paper, then," Len offered, taking a small step away towards a stall.
He only made it one step before Rin restrained him again with arms around his stomach. "No! I...need you to cover me until I can get dressed again," Rin sheepishly confessed. "Besides, it wouldn't do me much good to dry a tiny bit of this huge mess off."
"Alright then." Len took his place back as Rin's wall, where all he could hear was the shuffling of clothes, sometimes squishing as the wetness shifted across his sister's body, always coupled with some little squeal of discomfort, all punctuated with the metal clinging of a belt being re-clasped. Logically, that should have meant Rin was fully dressed and moderately decent once more, but he decided to play it safe and wait another second, until he heard the urinal flush, before rotating to look at his sister. "Hey..."
He couldn't even get a real word out before he was silenced by a tight hug, Rin burying her face in his chest. "Thank you, Len. Thank you so much."
"What? Oh, of course." A little more hesitantly, but no less warm, Len returned the embrace. "You think I'd just leave you when you needed help as badly as that? I mean, you needed a few things pretty badly there."
"I know, it's just...why should I need help? I'm old enough that nothing like this should ever happen to me, but I almost wet my pants, and all because I couldn't say I needed to go before the show." A lump began growing in her throat, and it was all but assured she'd begin crying once more.
Yet, something else about the confession stuck out to Len. "Wait, that's what was bothering you before we went on stage? You were holding it the whole time?"
"Y-yeah...?"
"Wow. I don't think I could have waited that long, I'm sure I would have broken somewhere along the way."
"Well, I thought about what to do so much, but I just couldn't build up the courage to do anything about it-"
"Rin, you're missing the point," Len admonished, pushing some distance between them to look his sister in the eye. "You held it through an entire performance, and you still gave it your all. You looked just fine on stage, and that's really impressive! I'm not all that good at hiding when I need to pee. Remember that time in the backseat of the van?"
A light pink blush warmed Rin's cheeks, remembering one of her more dire moments. "How could I forget? I was squirming and suffering right there with you."
"So I know just as much as you how much it sucks to have to pee that bad. It's pretty normal to want to save my sister from ruining her image because of that."
"Well, thanks. I guess twins are naturally more sympathetic. But, you know, it feels really weird to hear this kind of encouragement from my little brother."
"Hey, come on, I'm like five minutes younger than you," he complained, gently pushing a giggling Rin away. "Come on. With the way you ran off, everyone else is probably wondering if you fell in or something."
"Yeah, okay." Between her and the exit, Len took the lead, finding a sink to quickly splash his hands under, shaking them dry. Right behind him was Rin, slowed down considerably by her panties sticking to her secret bits, forcing the girl to a halt with every step to wince.
Because of this, she reached the sink after Len had finished, and took longer there too, being a lot more thorough with washing. Careful rinsing, plenty of soap, whatever would make her feel less unclean. Of course, with a noticeable dark patch between the legs of her shorts, there was only so much she could do on the cleanup part. At some point, she just had to sigh and accept that the evidence of what she'd done would be seen by everyone on the way out. Shivering at the thought, she reached out to tug on Len's sleeve and held an open hand out. He, thankfully, got the message and took her hand for comfort, and the two left the men's room behind them.
Rin wanted to meet up with their friends and leave as soon as possible, but she wasn't expecting to see all four of them waiting together when they reemerged from the restroom. And as soon as they saw the Kagamines, the meeting got a lot more awkward. "Hey guys, what are you doing here," Len asked.
No one wanted to answer. Miku suddenly looked away and whistled, Luka started to scratch the back of her neck while staring at the floor, and Meiko tapped her foot while counting the ceiling tiles. Eventually, Kaito stepped forward, rubbing his upper arm with a grimace. "Hey, Rin..." Even while addressing her, he couldn't look at her, but he did tap the device circling his ear. "Microphone's on."
As the one who broke the news, everyone elected the unwilling Kaito be the one to carry the fainted Rin out of the stadium. |
Happy almost Halloween!
***
The mood in the car was jovial and teasing. Kyle felt a tap on his shoulder and reached his hand backwards to grab the bottle that was being passed. He took a sip – certainly not his first beer, but there was still something special about drinking on your 21st birthday – and rejoined the spirited conversation.
“It’s totally safe,” Ethan was insisting. “They’re legally not allowed to touch you or anything, so you can’t get hurt.”
“OK, first of all, that’s completely false logic,” Kayla replied. “Just because they can’t touch you doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt. Hell, Baby Barton back there can’t walk ten feet without knocking something over!”
“Hey!” Cody, Kyle’s youngest brother, protested from the back seat.
“You know it’s true, man,” Kyle grinned. Cody was the biggest out of all five brothers already, but hadn’t quite developed the coordination to keep up with his size.
“I know-” Cody took a swig from his own beer. “- but y’all aren’t allowed to call me Baby Barton anymore. I’m officially in college now. I’m a grown man!”
The car filled with laughter. Cody had been stuck with the nickname literally since birth, but now that he’d joined his brothers at university, Kyle supposed it was fair that he wanted to leave that particular nomenclature behind.
“Besides,” Kayla continued once the laughter died down, “it’s not about being physically hurt. These places are literally designed to mess with your brain. It’s not like you can prevent yourself from being scared just because you know you’re not going to be hurt. The brain doesn’t work like that.”
“And that’s the point,” Kyle drawled, turning to wink at Kayla. “A little excitement is good for you!”
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Distraction from our meaningless, consumer-driven lives? It’s a haunted house, Tyler Durden, not an uprising.”
“You agreed to come!” Cody called from the back seat.
“Shut up, Cody,” Kayla tossed a napkin back at him. “It’s Kyle’s birthday. He gets to make the plans.”
“It’s my birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!” Kyle sang. He was only on his first beer, so he wasn’t even a little bit drunk (that would come later), but he was buzzing on the cool fall night, the presence of his friends and brothers, and the impending excitement of what was supposed to be one of the best haunted houses in the state.
Despite being born in late October, Kyle had never been a devoted fan of Halloween. As the fourth of five brothers, he’d participated in his fair share of group costumes, but his parents had always made sure to make his birthday its own celebration. He hadn’t been forced onto hayrides or into pumpkin patches for his parties.
Now, he was turning 21 at the beginning of his junior year of college. His two oldest brothers had already graduated, but Caleb, the middle child, was finishing a five-year architecture degree and had agreed to be one of the designated drivers for the night. Even though Cody was a freshman, it had never been a question of whether or not he would be invited to come along.
The Barton Boys, as pretty much everyone in their hometown called them, were a close bunch. Growing up in a small town, Kyle had never really felt the stereotypical pull to escape or to distinguish himself from his brothers. He was easygoing and confident, secure in his role as neither the youngest nor the official middle child. When the time had come to choose a college, Kyle hadn’t even blinked before deciding on the same state university that two of his three older brothers attended. And when Cody had joined Kyle and Caleb this year, there wasn’t a hint of resentment.
In all, there were about 15 people coming to the haunted house. Caleb was driving their old but reliable minivan, all seven seats filled. After the haunted house, the plan was to go back to Kyle’s apartment that he shared with Ethan, Greg, and Shawn for cheap drinks before heading out for the obligatory 21st-birthday trip to the college town bar.
It had been Ethan’s idea to do the haunted house in the first place. Kyle wasn’t exactly a horror aficionado, but he liked the thought of doing something as a group other than just hanging out at his place. There weren’t a ton of options around their fairly rural university, but the timing of his birthday made the haunted house a perfect fit.
Caleb pulled into the field that had been marked off for parking, and everyone climbed out of the van. Part of the draw of this particular attraction is that it was built into an actual abandoned Victorian mansion, surrounded by what probably would have been considered “moors” if it hadn’t been in the Midwestern United States. As it was, patrons parked on the grass and walked up a tree-lined drive, surrounded by recorded yet realistic sounds of wind and hooting owls.
The remainder of the group parked and joined the occupants of Kyle’s van, reactions split between excitement and nervous chatter upon seeing the sinister edifice. Kyle downed the remainder of his beer and tossed the bottle into the front seat of the van before joining the group to walk up to the check-in table.
He sidled up next to Kayla, who was eyeing the house skeptically.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said quietly. “There’s a waiting area in the back. You can just hang out there.”
She bumped her shoulder against his affectionately. “I’ll be fine,” she promised. “Paying to be scared shitless might not be my idea of fun, but hanging out with you on your 21st birthday is.”
Kyle felt the corner of his mouth tug upward. He and Kayla had met their freshman year when their respective roommates were dating. The relationship hadn’t lasted more than a few months, but Kyle and Kayla had remained close friends ever since. After growing up with four brothers, Kyle found Kayla’s comparatively gentle mannerisms (though she could certainly hold her own) were a refreshing source of support.
He wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulders and squeezed. “I’m glad you’re here. And you know I’m totally on board for whatever ridiculous activity you pick for your birthday.
“Mmmmm…” Kayla leaned into Kyle’s embrace. “I’m thinking manicures. Maybe makeovers at Ulta.”
Kyle burst out laughing. “Perfect. My smoky eye needs updating.”
He was still laughing as they approached the check-in table. Kyle pulled out his wallet, but Caleb waved him away, having already paid. A worker gave them all releases to sign (Kayla glared pointedly at Kyle, but cooperated) and explained the rules: no more than five people in each group, keep moving forward, no touching of the actors, and they could ask for an early exit at any point.
“People actually don’t make it through?” Ethan was smirking, but Cody actually looked nervous.
“A few,” the worker answered, face neutral.
Ethan wiggled his eyebrows, but Kayla just snorted. “Ugh. Let’s just do it. Enough intimidation.”
They split up into groups of five, agreeing that Kyle should go in the first group. His brothers joined him, along with Kayla and Ethan.
“No judging me when I scream,” Kayla ordered as their group approached the entrance.
“I’m pretty sure I’ll be too busy screaming myself to do any judging,” Cody grumbled.
Ethan rubbed his hands together gleefully, and even Caleb looked excited. Kyle couldn’t help but grin; he loved having his family and friends together for this little adventure.
The front door creaked open, and they stepped inside. The mood inside the house was instantly creepy – the sound was somehow totally different, as if they’d stepped through a portal to another world instead of just crossed a threshold from outside. The initial shock of silence felt almost tangible, like all the air had been sucked out of the room in addition to all the sound.
Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he saw they were standing in a hallway. The light was dim and had a bluish tone – Kyle wasn’t quite sure where the light was even coming from.
As they slowly moved forward, Kyle realized that the house wasn’t truly silent. There were soft, distant sounds…whooshes, creaks, and some panicked-sounding whispers. Despite himself, Kyle felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. There was a high-pitched giggle, and a pale girl in a torn nightdress skittered across the hall behind them.
Cody yelped, and Kayla squeaked and grabbed onto Kyle’s arm. Kyle patted her hand reassuringly, but his own heart was racing. He knew it was all fake, but something about the sounds and the dark was really getting to him.
They turned the corner at the end of the hall, entering a dimly-lit room with blood smears on the wall and trashed furniture littering the floor.
“Go back!”
Kyle jumped and turned to see a bloody girl, seemingly missing an arm, crawling across the floor.
“Get out while you can!” she moaned. “He’s coming!”
A creaking sound made it sound like someone was coming into the room behind them. Ethan laughed, but everyone else looked at least a little nervous as the hustled through the room.
Moving through the maze of rooms, Kyle was practically shuffling rather than walking. There seemed to be an impossible number of rooms and corridors, like they were going through a maze rather than a house. The whispers and creaks grew louder with each room, heightening a sense of urgency.
The overall story seemed to be that they’d wandered into a house that was being ravaged by a mad serial killer. Each room and hallway had victims in various stage of dismemberment, moaning and shrieking for them to get out.
Kyle knew it wasn’t real, of course, but Kayla had been right – something about the dark, the sounds, and the unpredictability was convincing his brain that he truly was in danger. He had goosebumps all over, and his stomach was clenched.
The rest of the group was reacting more, too. Ethan kept laughing, almost maniacally; Cody and Kayla were nearly indistinguishable in their shouts and squeaks. Even Caleb yelled occasionally.
Kyle wasn’t making quite as much noise, but he felt almost sick. No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he kept getting more and more terrified. The rational part of his brain knew that he was in no danger, that he certainly wasn’t going to be maimed by an axe murderer.
The increasingly powerful part of his brain was saying RUN!
They were now on the second floor, having climbed a narrow, creaking set up stairs. The tone of the sounds became even more desperate, and Kyle could feel his heart beating in his throat. He fought against shutting his eyes, instead opting to focus on how, surely, it was almost over.
He could feel Kayla behind him, not quite hanging onto his arm, but definitely (subconsciously) using him as a shield. They rounded a final corner into a room that was pitch-dark. Kyle stopped short, unable to see at all.
Suddenly, bright lights flashed, simulating lightning. Flashes illuminated the outline of a huge, hulking figure wielding a very large chainsaw. The figure roared, visible only in half-seconds as the lights strobed irregularly.
Every cell in Kyle’s body froze. He heard Kayla scream, but the noise came as if through a pillow, muffled and distant. He could feel the boys moving around him, punching and grabbing at each other, trying to find a way out.
In the midst of it all, the feeling that most completely broke through Kyle’s terrified paralysis was that of liquid soaking into his jeans.
He was wetting his pants.
Kyle gasped, drawing in possibly the first breath since he’d entered the room. He pressed his knees together and manages to stop peeing, but not before the wetness reached all the way down his thighs.
It was as if Kyle’s brain couldn’t process more than one thought at once. First, he’d been petrified by the man with the chainsaw. Then, he’d been horrified to figure out that he’d lost control of his bladder. While that was happening, he was being shoved toward the newly-illuminated way out by Ethan and his brothers, all frantically trying to escape, a fact he just started to notice now.
Carried along by the momentum of his brothers and friends, Kyle burst out of the house onto a landing. Kayla’s screams and Cody’s shouts had turned into relieved giggles, while Ethan and Caleb raved about the experience.
The outside of the house was slightly more illuminated, but it was dark enough outside that nobody seemed to notice the stain down the front of Kyle’s pants. They clattered down the wooden stairs, stumbling giddily toward the designated area to wait for their friends.
Kyle took one look at the well-lit tent and veered away from the group, rounding the side of the house. He heard the sounds of his friends fade as they continued toward the tent, seemingly unaware that he’d disappeared.
Leaning against the siding, Kyle tried to slow his ragged, panting breaths. He stood in the shadows, which felt fairly safe at the moment, but he knew that he wasn’t safe for long.
His soaked jeans pressed heavily against his thighs. Kyle looked down to confirm that, yes, evidence of his accident was very much visible. There was no way he’d be able to face his friends without them knowing what he’d done.
He felt fuzzy, like his brain had been replaced by cotton fluff. Just 20 minutes ago, he’d been so content, so pleased to be hanging out with his friends and brothers for his birthday. Now, he just felt stupid and childish – the baby who was unable to handle his own birthday party activity.
“There you are!”
Kyle cringed. Kayla sounded so happy, on an adrenaline high from surviving the haunted house.
“What are you doing back here?” Kayla sounded so unsuspicious. “Come and join us! Brady’s group should be out soon!”
Kyle blinked. Kayla wasn’t standing right in front of him, and she apparently hadn’t noticed his wet pants yet.
Kayla took a step closer when Kyle didn’t respond. “Kyle?”
Another few seconds passed before Kyle opened his mouth.
“I can’t.”
Kayla took another step forward, reaching out a hand. “You can’t? Kyle, what happened? Are you hurt? Are-“
She cut herself off as she got close enough to see the darkness on Kyle’s jeans. Kyle raised his head to look at her, but his eyes had no tears – only shame.
“Oh, Kyle…” Kayla moved to comfort him, but she was cut off by an even more unwelcome sound.
“What’s goin’ on, dude? That was awesome!”
Kyle closed his eyes, delaying the sight of Ethan and his brothers approaching.
“Hey, what’s…whoa!” Kyle heard a snort of laughter from Cody, followed by an “Ow!” which definitely meant that Caleb had punched him to shut him up.
There was nearly a minute of horrible, shameful silence as Kyle’s roommate and brothers took in the situation but couldn’t figure out how to handle it. Kyle opened his eyes, but kept his head down, completely unable to make eye contact.
“Ethan, go back and wait for the other groups,” Kayla finally said, quietly but firmly.
Kyle raised his eyes just enough to see Ethan nod. “What do I tell them?”
Kayla drew in a breath, thinking. “Tell them that Kyle decided we didn’t have enough booze back at the apartment, so Caleb took us to buy more. I went with them to make sure they bought something drinkable, not just cheap, shitty beer.”
Ethan nodded again, agreeing with the plan as if it was totally normal, not a cover for a grown man pissing himself. “I can probably talk them into stopping and buying our own contributions, since it’s Kyle’s birthday and all. Give y’all a few more minutes.”
Ethan clasped hands with Caleb, glanced in Kyle’s direction (Kyle was still avoiding eye contact), and turned to jog back to the tent.
“That should give us at least a half hour.” Kayla put a hand gently on Kyle’s arm. “But we should probably get going.”
Kyle started walking, letting Kayla guide him toward the car. He couldn’t put together a coherent thought. He hated the awkward silence, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak or assure his brothers that everything was OK. Everything wasn’t OK. He’d just been so scared by a fake scenario that he’d peed his pants. In public, no less.
The 15-minute drive back to Kyle’s apartment was suffocating. Caleb turned on the radio, but no one seemed to be willing to start a conversation. Kyle had unconsciously avoided the front seat, so he sat in the middle with Kayla.
Caleb pulled up in front of Kyle’s apartment, but didn’t even turn off the car. “Any requests?” he asked, knowing full well that only Kayla would answer.
“White Claw, please,” Kayla requested. “Raspberry or mango.”
Caleb flashed a thumbs-up. “We’ll grab some snacks, too. Back in 20 minutes.”
Kyle had just enough presence of mind to pull his keys out of his pocket at the door. Kayla followed him in and flipped on the lights, but Kyle just stood in the middle of the living room, trapped between wanting to say something and just wanting to hide in his room for the rest of the night.
Kayla sighed, but it wasn’t exasperated. “Kyle, it’s fine,” she murmured. “The house was wild. We were all scared.”
Kyle just stared at her, clearly not accepting her argument.
She tried another tactic. “No one else has to know. Just go get changed real quick. The night is still young.”
Kyle’s shoulder’s slumped, but he knew he didn’t have another good option. Short of lying to everyone more and claiming sickness, he wasn’t going to get out of his own birthday party.
He turned toward his room, but stopped when he heard a brief sniff of laughter from Kayla. Apprehensive, he turned back around.
She was looking at her phone and smiling. She glanced up at Kyle, eyes sparkling.
“Ethan just texted,” she explained. “The last group just came out, and both Tyler and Egan pissed themselves.”
She smiled encouragingly. “Ethan didn’t say anything about you, of course. He just said that those two are going home to change, so we’ve got a bit more time before everyone gets here.”
Kyle exhaled slowly, feeling like his brain was finally solidifying after being turned to fuzz.
“Thanks, Kay,” he whispered, managing the ghost of a smile.
Maybe his birthday was still salvageable after all. |
I open my eyes, but things don't make sense. I could have sworn I spent the night in a very horizontal position, and now I am upright, albeit on my knees... and I didn't fall asleep in this room. I'm pretty sure it was the living room. I mean, what happened? One moment I'm at my best friend's place drinking and we're all singing and laughing and having fun, and now I'm in a.. bedroom? This isn't her bedroom, is it? Also, why are my hands tied? Why are my hands tied to the end of a bed?
Okay, seriously, try to remember... Evening, friends, party... No, that's not it. Err.. yes, that's right! They must have left late at night and.. I must have passed out. That's got to be it, right? But if I went out like a candle, and everyone had already left, only she could have.. except she couldn't have. That's not her. She doesn't pull pranks like this on her friends. I've known that from the moment I first met her at school about three years ago.
I still don't know why I started talking to her. She is strong, determined, bitchy, whatever you call that. People had differing opinions. I'd describe her as a word-vomiter. Take talkative, multiply that by one thousand, and you're not even close. Still, it was fine by me. I've always preferred listening, anyway. We found common interests: anime, music, I don't know. I guess I might have had a crush on her, potentially. Not like I'd ever admit anything like that, of course. We'd hang out after school, and one day when I was about to go home, she just had to ask if I liked her like.. like that.. y'know... So I said yes, and she said I wasn't her type. Cool.
We'd still hang out after school occasionally but not that much. Then nothing. Still nothing. Radio silence. Then she kind of just out of the blue told me to come to her place. You know, that's how these things happen. It doesn't make much sense, and it doesn't have to. Reminiscing about the good ol' times last night was nice, though. She really is a-
"Sleep well?"
good friend. There she is standing in some jeans and a plain t-shirt, looking very confident. You know, wide stance and all, tall and proud.
"Still sleepy, huh? Well, it's not a surprise, taken that you didn't wake up even when I tied you up. I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist when I saw you sprawled on the floor like that. I guess you really didn't hold back on the drinking last night."
That might be the case but I won't say it. Not that I like being tied up or anything, but it's not quite that bad. What is quite bad, though, is that sleeping like a log means not going to the toilet. I could use one right now. At least I am wearing comfortable sweatpants which don't add to the pressure. I should really stop thinking about it.
"Like, I mean, seriously, I thought you hated even the notion of drinking alcoholic stuff, but no. You really seemed to enjoy yourself last night."
She's not wrong, but not wholly right either. I don't like getting drunk. The stuff just tasted so damn good. I don't know how but it really did. It's not like it was a lot of alcohol, really. A couple beers' worth, maybe. But then again, I passed out. Maybe I was just tired. Speaking of tired, I could really use a quick break right now.
"What's the matter? You look tense."
I can't look at her. Maybe if I turn my head, she'll understand that I want to be somewhere else right now.
"Aww. Don't look away. It's okay. It's not like I would torture you or anything."
It's trying to come out. My legs are twitching, and I can't stop it. I have to keep moving to hold it. Hold up. Now she's grinning ear to ear. Don't tell me...
"What's up with all the shifting, sweetie? Are you uncomfortable? Do you need something? Are you holding back something?"
I thought she wasn't into this stuff. She'd always tell me and her other friends to just tell her if we need to take a break because she didn't want to worry about whether we make it or not.
"If you need something, just tell me, okay?"
She's crouched a couple feet in front of me, resting her chin on her palms, her elbows on her knees. I keep looking away. She keeps staring at me attentively.
"You know, all that stuff you drank last night has to be let out at some point. You can't just keep holding it in forever."
I need to go so bad, but I can't tell her I'm about to burst. I just can't say it. I just can't.
"It's impressive, though. If I hadn't gone right after waking up, I would have had an accident already. Still, you need to tell me before it's too late."
It's trying to force itself out. The wave is coming, I can feel it already. I'm fighting with all I've got, but it won't last long. Her eyes keep jumping back and forth between my face and my crotch. With her watching, there's no way in hell I'll give up.
Frankly, I don't have to give up. The writing is on the wall. The wave rushes over me, and a strained gasp escapes my mouth. A spurt slips past my defences. It's hot and wet, and it's very embarrassing to have it happen in front of her. I'm trembling, whimpering. It's too hard on me, too difficult to keep my act together. A tear rolls down my cheek.
"That's quite a wet spot. Don't you think it's time to get up and go?"
I can't hold it any longer. I just can't. It's too late. Another wave hits. I stifle a wail, but can't hold the jet of hot liquid now running down my pants. I just can't. The river begins to flow, soaking my black sweatpants on its way to the spreading puddle on the floor. There is some splattering, a faint hiss, and a lot of short breaths and stifled moans of relief. I'm going lights-out, I can feel it. My vision is fading.
The stream slows down, and ends with two little dribbles. The feeling of relief fades, giving way to shame and humiliation. I just lost control in front of my best friend. I had an accident. I break down, crying.
"Aww. It's okay. We'll just clean up this ocean you released, and do some laundry. It's no big deal."
She's right. It really isn't a big deal, but the feelings are just too strong. I can't stop crying.
"I'll just untie these knots, and you can go take a shower, okay? I'll bring you some fresh clothes, so cheer up, okay?"
Complicated thing, these emotions, don't you think? Are we just friends or is this something more? I can't stop thinking about it in the shower. Who are we, going forward? The clothes she brought, they're something she would wear. Me? Well, I'm not, like, against denim shorts and crop tops or anything, but that's a story for another time. |
I step out of the shower. My eyes quickly find the towel and clothes that she brought me. I hesitate: is it really okay for me to use this towel? A sharp knock on the bathroom door brings me out of my thoughts:
"You don't have to worry about how they look. We can keep this a secret, so get dressed already!"
I look at the clothes: black denim shorts, a black crop top, black panties and a black bra. This is definitely not just a temporary substitute for until my clothes have been washed and dried. She wants to see how I would look as a girl, maybe more specifically as a goth girl? There is no other explanation I can think of.
"I.. think it's going to be an awkward.. fit", I inform her, trying to raise my voice enough for her to hear through the door.
"We can think of a fix when we've put your clothes in the washing machine", she replies.
I guess I had better get dressed in that case. I carefully step into the panties and pull them up. They're not uncomfortable, at least not now. Now, the bra. I have no experience, but how hard can it be? Let's see: those look like small hooks and on the other side they'll attach to.. they'll attach to.. erm... Ah, surely that m-shaped small piece of metal. All of that behind my back. Right. Here we go. No, that's not quite it. Come on, now. There we go. Feels odd to have a band around my chest, but it's not unpleasant.
No more challenges await as far as the clothing goes. Everything's just a bit tighter than I'm used to. I cautiously open the door a little, only for her to yank the door all the way open. Without thinking I've raised my hands in front of my face and taken a step back.
"Aww, don't be shy, it doesn't look that awkward", she tries to comfort me, "There is one thing we need to fix, though. Just a sec."
I stand still, overwhelmed by the situation, while she dashes to her room and retrieves something black: tights.
"I'm sorry, the leg hair really doesn't look right."
I retreat to the bathroom once more with the black tights in my right hand. Slipping out of the shorts, into the tights, and into the shorts again doesn't take long. Only slightly more confident than before, I emerge from the bathroom. This time I'm greeted by the brightest smile I've ever seen on her face:
"I've always said you kind of look like a girl with your long hair, but now you're just adorable."
I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as her eyes thoroughly scan me. My eyes point to the floor. It's a very normal floor. A couple of painfully long seconds pass. Then she breaks the silence again:
"So... I'll just slap these in the washing machine, and then we'll have breakfast."
She walks past me into the bathroom, carrying my wet clothes in her hands. I wander from the bathroom to the kitchen, lost in thought.
The breakfast and the tidying-up of the living room were a blur. As I slowly regain the ability to think clearly, I also become aware of my bladder filling. She is sitting on the couch in the living room, going through her list of anime to watch. She doesn't need my input right now. I walk into the bathroom and close and lock the door behind me. I begin taking the last steps towards my destination, but my bladder protests. It wants to be emptied right now. Despite the accident I had earlier this morning, I still have enough strength to hold it in. I unbutton and unzip the shorts, and then pull them down along with the tights and panties. I sit down, and release. I have to check, and, yes, the stream hitting the porcelain is almost clear. I am healthily hydrated.
The stream tapers off. I use a piece of toilet paper because I extra don't want even a couple of tiny droplets of my urine on the panties I am borrowing from her. I pull everything back up, zip and button up, flush the toilet, wash my hands, and get out of the bathroom. I walk up to her, and carefully sit down next to her on the couch.
"Great timing. I just found the anime I had in mind for today."
I don't say anything in response. She gets up.
"I'll just go pee real quick. Be right back."
I guess I'll read the short description or preface or whatever it's called. Has she picked something great or is it only good? I can't tell, not with this generic "high school student (male) has a secret power and must fight alongside oversexualised female characters to protect the world from a magical entity" description. Well, soon I shall see how much I like it.
She emerges from the bathroom, but doesn't immediately come to the living room. Instead she fetches two glasses and a 1.5 litre bottle of Coca-Cola. Now, I'm definitely not a Pepsi-guy, but Coca-Cola just isn't all that tasty to me. Of course I'll drink it, but it's never my first pick. She fills both glasses almost to the brim, and sets the bottle down. A table in front of the couch would be very nice at times like this, but I guess the floor works well enough. We pick up the glasses, and sip the sugar water while the anime starts.
She takes a final big gulp, emptying her glass, around the halfway mark of the episode. In the anime world the main character and his childhood friend have met the first oversexualised female character (the strong one), and as a result the childhood friend's trust in the main character is slightly eroded at this point. I expect in a couple of seconds the anime will cut to nighttime scene where the villain's plan is explained for the first time. In the real world I realise I'm almost done with my glass of dilute syrup. She pauses the anime to refill her glass, so I quickly gulp down what's left in mine to refill it without having to ask her to pause the anime later.
I didn't really feel it earlier, but the one problem that plagues this house is heat. For some reason, there never ever seems to be a way to drop the room temperature below 23 degrees Celsius (about 73 in Fahrenheit). She is, of course, accustomed to this, but I'm not. Tight clothing doesn't help. Especially the tights don't help. I hope she doesn't mind my sweating the Pacific Ocean in her clothes. She will probably not be wearing them anytime soon, but I really hope she doesn't mind. Now she's looking at me. Do I look uncomfortable? False alarm; her eyes return to the screen.
She finishes her second glass as the first episode is coming to an end. I'm only halfway through mine. Before I get the chance to protest, she skips the rest of the ending song and starts the next one. Now we don't get to see the preview of the second episode, which could mean that we won't understand some parts until the end of the episode. I hope she doesn't complain about that. As the opening song plays, she once again refills her glass.
"What's the deal with the coke?" I ask. Her eyes narrow as she turns to face me.
"I'm not addicted, just thirsty."
I don't want to challenge that, but I don't find it very smart. Water would be better. I don't think I'm in a position to tell her what to do, though. I'm the guest; she's the host.
In the anime world the main character goes to school, puzzled by the mess he has got himself into. He tries to go normally about his day. I can get behind that. I pour the fizzy contents of my glass down my throat. This moving liquid brings to my attention that my bladder is not empty. It has not been more than thirty-five minutes and already I need the toilet again. Maybe these clothes are a little too tight. I adjust my position after I put the empty glass on the floor. I am a big boy. I can hold it. It will only be twelve more minutes. I can hold it for twelve minutes. I bring my legs somewhat closer. They're almost together now. Meanwhile, she has crossed her legs. Are we in the same boat?
The main character in the anime is now trying to understand why he is so central to the plot. Why are all of these monsters attacking him? Why can't it be someone else? What does he have that others don't? Of course, we the viewers know that he has a hidden ability because that's how anime works. It can't be anyone else because he must get all the women around him as a harem. That's how this genre works. Oversexualised female character #1 from the first episode needs a base of operations. Conveniently the main character's parents are nowhere to be seen. As this is playing out on the screen, I realise the second episode will soon end. Five more minutes. My knees are pressed together, my hands press down on my thighs, and I'm breathing more heavily than usual. My body is slowly tensing up, but I've still got time.
As soon as the ending song starts, she pauses the anime, and gets up quickly.
"Just a minute", she says as she opens the bathroom door, and closes it behind her.
Meanwhile, I get up, and walk to the bathroom door slightly bent over, and with my hands in fists on my thighs. As I'm stepping around and occasionally grabbing myself in front of the bathroom, I can hear her letting it gush into the toilet bowl over the sounds of the washing machine. From hearing that, my bladder contracts, but I hold on. I can feel the next wave building up, though. She flushes the toilet, but I am prepared, and nothing happens. As she is washing her hands, my bladder contracts hard, squeezing a little dribble into the panties I'm wearing, and making me gasp.
She opens the door and steps out of the bathroom, making way for me. I'm in too much of a hurry to close the door before rushing to get the shorts, tights, and panties out of harm's way. As I'm not facing the right way, I default to sitting down to release the Niagara Falls against the porcelain. A loud sigh escapes my mouth as the source of all tension erupts out of me. For a moment there is only a loud hiss. Then it fades, and I take a look at the damage.
The stream must have started just before I sat down because not only is there a wet patch on the panties, and a slightly smaller one on the tights, but also a narrow wet line on the back of the panties, and some drops on the toilet seat and the floor. How can I tell her about this? Can I tell her about this? What would she say? I wipe the drops off the floor and the toilet seat with toilet paper. I also try to get the panties and tights as dry as possible. As I pull everything back up, feeling the remaining wetness doesn't exactly boost my confidence in being able to keep the leaks a secret. I can't feel any wetness on the shorts when I check, though. Maybe I'll be fine. I flush the toilet, and wash my hands. Then I realise that the door has been open all along. Not wide open, but still not closed. I can feel my face getting warmer.
As I exit the bathroom, and return to the couch as if nothing has happened, she looks at me, scanning me again. Before I sit down, she gestures me to stop.
"Did you make it?"
"Yeah..."
"No leaks? I don't want any pee on the couch. Seriously, you looked quite desperate, like you were about to have an accident."
I can't lie about this one, but I can't tell the truth, either. I mean, seriously, am I going to admit to peeing in her clothes? No way. I don't have to, though. The silence was enough to get the message across. She sighs before saying:
"Get the towel I gave you earlier and sit on that."
I sheepishly retrieve the towel from the bathroom, place it on the couch, and sit down, still blushing.
"Seriously, if you need to go, just tell me."
"I know." |
She really is quite a friend to have. She invited me to a party at her place, and when I eventually fell asleep on the living room floor (I swear it's because I was tired, not because I was drunk), she dragged me to her bedroom, and tied me to the end of her bed. I think I've already told you what happened next... not that I really mind it too much when it happens, but it was a little embarrassing. Still, it doesn't feel that bad when I know it will be a secret. She is even letting me borrow some of her clothes, and she isn't totally cross even though I... Anyway, the washing machine is now in the high-RPM, extra-loud phase, whatever that's called. Soon it will be time to hang my clothes, and lots of her clothes too, by the way, to dry.
We should be about half-way through this season of the anime we're watching. Is this episode five or six? I don't know, I'm not really paying much attention. At least it would seem my bladder has calmed down quite a bit, and the panties, tights, and shorts that I'm borrowing, as well as the towel she told me to sit on, are more or less dry. I do feel a bit sleepy, though. Having spent most the night, as far as I know, in an awkward half-sitting, half-lying-down position probably didn't have a positive effect on the quality of my sleep. Usually, when I feel sleepy or just tired near her, I rest my head on her shoulder or lie down and rest my head in her lap. This time neither option is possible because she's not close enough.
Now, calm or not, my bladder is not exactly empty. I guess I'll go after this episode. It's not urgent, though: no pressure. There is, however, a different sort of pressure build-up that could get awkward. You see, even men's clothing isn't really made to be comfortable when you, uhm... I don't need to tell you, right? The thing is: I'm not wearing men's clothing. Women's clothing really doesn't have that kind of.. room. I hope it's short-lived. I can sort of deal with it when I'm sitting down, but if I stand up it'll be obvious. If I knew what got me.. excited, maybe I could actually do something about it. Well, there are still five minutes left until this episode's end. That should be enough time for it to pass.
There must be something wrong with the washing machine. The bathroom door is closed, but I can barely hear any of the dialogue in the anime. Not that it's an actual problem, but I like learning Japanese words or simple sentences. That won't happen if I can't hear the Japanese. Maybe the washing machine isn't level, or it's grinding against the wall? Not my machine, not my job. Have I already told you how loud it is? Anyway, I'm glad to report that getting up won't be a problem anymore, at least for me. To my left, however... The way her legs are crossed leads me to believe that I'm not the first one to get up when the episode ends.
The episode is ending; the ending song is playing. Her hand reaches for the spacebar on her laptop to pause the episode.
"Be riiight back", she quickly says, reeeally stretching the "i" in "right", before walking quickly to the bathroom.
Well, I'm not in a hurry, so I don't need to get up yet. I opt to take a look at what's coming up next, but there are no more episodes of this anime to be found. A quick search on Google later I know exactly why: it's still ongoing; the later episodes haven't aired yet. Well, it's a bit too, er, what's the fancy word, generic anyway. It's quite boring to watch the same story unfold with the difference that the main character's hair is brown instead of blue, for example, isn't it? As I sit there wondering, a strange silence falls. I can hear that she's washing her hands. She unlocks and opens the bathroom door, and then says:
"Your turn."
I get up, walk to the bathroom, and close and lock the door behind me. Only now I realise why everything's so quiet all of a sudden: the washing machine has begun the final draining phase. Why is my brain operating so slowly? In a minute or two I'll get my clothes out, and then they'll dry, and sometime in the afternoon I can go home without a trace of any accident. But I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I? Having thought about all of that while emptying my bladder, I quickly check the shorts, tights, and panties: only the panties are a bit damp, and that's probably because it's so hot I've been sweating noticably. I can hardly believe how quickly everything has dried.
The rest of the day was very normal, and not wet. My clothes had dried at around 3 p.m. Before that, though, we rewatched some anime that we both liked, and she did my make-up because "you're already dressed like a girl so might as well complete the transformation". I think she enjoyed that a lot more than I did. Before I left, I carefully removed all of the make-up, changed back to my own clothes, and thanked her for letting me wear some of her clothes while mine were in the wash. All in all, she really is a great friend... and I'm glad she didn't try to dye my hair.
Edited September 6, 2020 by sleeping_cat01
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Here's one I thought of this morning and came up with. A shorter story, and focusing on both extreme desperation and a more enjoyable pee accident. Another Equestria Girls fanfic (humanized ponies).
Also, please don't be harsh if it's too stretchy or low quality. It's been a while since I posted one of my fantasies for the world to see, and I'm a little nervous.
Pinkie's Mall Desperation
The Equestria Girls were out on a trip to the mall on a Saturday. They had fun going to all the different stores and attractions in the mall, before they had dinner at the food court.
Pinkie Pie, who was wearing a white and pink T-shirt and a short, tight pair of jean shorts, suddenly stood up. "I have to go pee," she said. "Real bad!"
"I told you not to drink 20 sodas right before we left," said Applejack.
"21 actually," said Pinkie. She downed her can of soda she ordered with her food and ran to the food court bathroom. To her dismay she found all the stalls were full. She waited for someone inside to finish, pee dancing. "Come on, hurry up in there!" she said.
Five minutes later no toilets had flushed. What was it with other people taking so long in the bathroom? She decided to try for another bathroom. She ran out of the bathroom over back to her friends.
"The bathroom's full, so I'll go find another bathroom," she said, talking fast. "I'll meet you back here."
"I do hope you make it, darling," said Rarity.
Pinkie zipped over through the mall to the next nearest bathroom, and ran into it. Once again, the stalls were all full. Surely someone here was almost done, though. She held herself, pee dancing as she waited.
But, the sound of a toilet flushing was no more to be heard here than in the last bathroom. Pinkie groaned and ran for the next nearest bathroom. She felt the pee sloshing inside her as she ran.
When she reached the bathroom, the door opened and hit her in the face. Pinkie fell on her butt, as Derpy walked out. Pinkie rubbed her sore rear end, and stood up, her shorts miraculously still dry. She ran into the bathroom, but saw three girls waiting for their turn in the stalls, some looking as desperate as her. She didn't bother waiting for them. She doubted all of them were going to make it.
Pinkie ran out of the bathroom to the next one, near the edge of the mall. Her bladder was so full she wasn't sure how long she could hold it for.
She entered the bathroom, but once again the stalls were full and there were more girls waiting desperately for their turn.
"Ooh... There's no way I'll make it if I wait for this," Pinkie said. "I really gotta go!"
Pinkie ran to the opposite end of the mall, for there were two more bathrooms on the other side of the food court. As she ran, she felt the waves of pee sloshing more than ever, as her bladder was absolutely full.
She glanced briefly at her friends, sitting at the table, as she ran by them.
"It doesn't look like she had much luck," said Sunset.
"Oh my," said Fluttershy. "I hope she makes it."
"I bet she won't," said Rainbow Dash.
"Rainbow!" said Applejack. "Although... she did look like she needed to go somethin' fierce."
Pinkie reached the next nearest bathroom to the food court, but to her dismay it was closed for cleaning. She stood for about a minute, pee dancing harder than ever, before she decided to make a run for the last bathroom.
As soon as she reached it, she opened the door with one hand while holding herself tight with the other, but once again it was full. There was only one girl in line, but she looked really desperate. Pinkie briefly considered tickling her into wetting herself so she could get her turn next, but quickly decided against it. There was no way she could do something so mean.
Pinkie ran back to the food court, hoping that by now someone was finished in its bathroom. She knew that whether or not she stayed dry would depend on this, for she was about to burst.
She ran into the food court bathroom as fast as she could. Unfortunately, the stalls were still full, and there were now two girls in line. Pinkie ran out and, without thinking, ran into the boys' bathroom. She usually wouldn't do this but she was in desperate need of a bathroom. However, all of these stalls were full too, and there was a man desperate to pee outside the stalls. She quickly ran out before he could see her and lose control in shock.
Pinkie sat back down with her friends, crossing her legs and fidgeting with her eyes wide open and teeth gritted together.
"Still nothing?" Twilight asked.
"They're all full or unavailable," said Pinkie. "I'm not finding relief in this mall. Not while staying dry, I mean."
"Think you can hold it till we get back to Rainbow's house?" Applejack asked her.
"No," said Pinkie. "I really, really, really, REALLY gotta go!" She closed her eyes shut, crossed her legs tighter, and squirmed even harder.
"Oh my," said Fluttershy, feeling bad for Pinkie.
"I feel your pain," said Rainbow Dash. "Once I drank too much cider before a game, and I barely made it."
"I don't think I can hold it!" said Pinkie, fidgeting harder in her seat and sweating a little.
"There's a gas station nearby," said Sunset. "Maybe you can try there."
"Too late..."
Pinkie stopped fidgeting as a loud hissing sound could be heard, and a pee smell was just noticeable among the food smells in the court. Pinkie looked down at her jean shorts, which were darkening rapidly. As they grew wetter and wetter, her seat became flooded, and pee flowed off it like waterfalls, forming a large puddle on the floor.
"Oh dear," said Rarity, while Fluttershy put her hand over her mouth in shock.
Pinkie tried her hardest to stop peeing, but she couldn't. She was wetting herself uncontrollably. She really couldn't hold it any longer. As soon as she realized her shorts were beyond keeping dry, she stopped resisting and relaxed. Her stream became stronger, and the sound of pee spraying denim got louder. She couldn't help but take pleasure in the relief after holding it so desperately, and in spite of the situation, the warm wetness almost felt nice. "Ahhhhhh..." she sighed, her expression changing to one of relief and pleasure.
Fluttershy felt a bit better seeing that Pinkie looked like she was enjoying herself now.
And she was. The relief felt almost orgasmic, along with the naughty thrill of suffering a pee accident. At the moment she didn't care what everyone else thought, besides, how bad could they react, especially to her? She actually started peeing harder, the sound of her stream growing louder. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of absolute pleasure.
After about a minute, she was still peeing like a race horse, and was still thinking only of the relief and what other parts of it she took pleasure in.
"She's still peeing?" said Rainbow Dash.
"She drank 21 sodas," Twilight reminded them.
"Well I'm... glad she's having fun," said Rarity tentatively.
"Can't imagine why she'd think wettin' herself is fun," said Applejack.
"She's just being Pinkie Pie," said Sunset.
"Are... are you all right, Pinkie?" Fluttershy asked.
Pinkie was too caught up in her immense relief to even hear her. She just continued to sit there, peeing her shorts and loving every second of it.
She peed for just over three minutes, before she finally stopped. Her shorts were completely drenched, there was a massive puddle around the table, and she was sure her white panties had just been dyed yellow. She let out one last sigh of relief. "Ahhhh, that's better."
"Wow, you really needed to go," said Rainbow Dash.
Pinkie felt her wet shorts. She blushed lightly, realizing she had just wet herself in front of all her friends in the middle of the mall and not even hid how much she had enjoyed it. She just giggled nervously.
"It's all right, Pinkie," said Fluttershy. "We still love you, even if you pee yourself."
"I... may have enjoyed that a little too much," Pinkie said sheepishly.
"It's not like that's the first weird thing you've done," said Rainbow Dash.
"And if you think going to the bathroom on yourself is fun..." said Rarity. "Well, I'll never understand it, but who are we to judge what our friends are into?"
"Yeah, those are all good points," Pinkie said. She giggled. "And at least I don't have to go to the bathroom anymore!"
The girls all laughed.
"Wanna go home and change, sugarcube?" Applejack asked Pinkie.
"No thanks," said Pinkie cheerfully. "I don't mind staying like this for the rest of the day."
And so Pinkie continued their day of fun in her wet shorts. They dried in the summer heat at the park. Pinkie knew she'd laugh about this in the future, and chances were this would not be the last time she wet herself.
This came true next time she needed to pee. She felt the urge when they were just about to walk out of the park.
"I gotta go potty!" said Pinkie, holding herself with both hands.
She was about to run to the park bathroom when Rainbow Dash quickly started tickling her sides. Pinkie started to laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP! I'M GONNA PEE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Rainbow!" said Rarity. "Stop at once before she wets herself."
"No, I think she's enjoying this," said Sunset.
Rainbow just kept tickling, and soon Pinkie was wetting her shorts, which, seconds ago, were dry but smelled of pee. She was fully aware of this, and only laughed harder at it.
Rainbow stopped tickling ten seconds after Pinkie finished peeing. "Did you like that?" she asked.
Pinkie felt her wet shorts, and giggled. "That was really fun! Do it again!"
The girls all laughed. It was so like her to have fun being tickled into wetting herself, and Rainbow Dash knew it. Pinkie could be really weird but she was always fun to hang out with.
THE END
Right now I'm wanting to think of more scenarios where they find it enjoyable to wet themselves, whether intentionally or not. And I could easily see Pinkie having fun with it, whatever happened (or rather didn't happen) with her pony self in The Last Roundup.
Edited October 30, 2019 by The Dark Wolf
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Hey guys,
Hope everyone is doing well tonight, enjoying spooky time and whatnot. It falls on a weekday and I work mornings so I’m probably not doing a damn thing this year 😂 we’ll see!
As a writer, a lot of ideas pass through my head. As a semi- pro procrastinator, it takes a long time to see a story through for me, or even start one at all; partly because I lacked motivation, and partly because I didn’t think I didn’t know how to flesh out the idea into a story I’d be satisfied with.
Over time, and on a whim, I’ve commissioned stories from a number of writers across the web, that I felt I couldn’t do justice, or simply wanted to see someone else’s take subject or scenario I’m all too familiar with. Most of these authors are no longer active, which is the only reason I am sharing and crediting their work; here, and in other posts to come as well.
The first one is by an individual who went be “Breeiswet.” The story itself is fictional, but it’s loosely based on a true story, which I heard through the grapevine.
MESSING WARNING. You have been duly warned:
Also, please let me know if this is too graphic. I didn’t write it, but I’ll keep your thoughts in mind when posting again!
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“Do you want to grab some ice cream?” Vanessa asked, walking out of the restaurant where she had just had dinner with her two best friends. They had each eaten a huge meal, but upon seeing the ice cream parlor, Vanessa just had a craving.
Nina gave her instinctual answer: “I’m lactose intolerant,” and Maria was quick to follow up with “me too.”
“Well, so am I, but who cares. We can go home right after and deal with the consequences – it will be worth it!” Nina and Maria looked at each other, and shrugged almost in unison.
“Sure, okay, why not,” Maria replied, and with that, the women embarked towards the local ice cream parlor. They were surprised upon entering to find it quite packed, and soon realized there was a small event taking place. The girls lined up and order three sundaes, with Maria offering to pay for her two friends.
“Would you like to enter our raffle?” The cashier asked with a friendly smile.
“What’s it for?” Vanessa asked.
“You could win a lifetime supply of ice cream. We’re announcing the winners in about an hour.” The girls looked at each other, considering, before Maria bit the bullet.
“Sure, I’ll enter,” and the other girls quickly followed up with “sounds good!” Each girl filled out the slip of paper and slid them into the box, before grabbing their sundaes off the counter. They sat down and began gobbling down the sweet treats.
Maria had barely eaten a third of hers when she could feel her stomach begin to gurgle. She was already realizing she hadn’t thought this through: she was eating an ice cream that certainly would be making its way back out soon, and now she had to wait to see the results of the raffle. She was a little concerned, but comforted herself by saying one of the other girls could wait here for the result if she had to run somewhere to use the washroom, so she continued to down her ice cream.
As she ate, she could swear she could hear Nina’s tummy rumbling as well. Her own stomach was growing more and more uncomfortable, and she was realizing she might not be able to hold it very long at all.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” she said, reaching one hand down and stroking her stomach for comfort. “I’m gonna need to use the bathroom pretty soon, so I might need one of you to wait here for the results if I have to go.”
Nina also had a hand on her stomach. “Why can’t you use the bathroom here?” She asked.
“I’m not doing this in a stall next to someone—I’m eating lactose so it’s gonna get ugly!” She laughed.
“Good point,” Nina giggled. “Well, I’m not doing any better, my stomach is starting to kill, so I don’t think I’ll be waiting.”
Vanessa grimaced. “I’ll join the club too—I doubt I’ll be able to hold it too long.”
Maria laughed. “Great. So basically, we all have to poop and none of us can hold it. Perfect!” The girls smiled back, continuing to down their ice creams.
Things were getting worse by the minute. Soon, each girl had finished their large sundaes, and they were clearly all feeling the effects. Maria was bent over at the waist, jiggling up and down as she tried to maintain control of her aching bowels, and the other girls were not much better off, as all three were beginning to sweat with desperation. But despite the mounting urgency of their situations, they knew they had a good bit of time to wait before they could leave, and it wouldn’t be fair for two to go home while one had to wait.
“Maybe I’ll try the bathroom,” Maria groaned. “It’s better than having an accident in here.” She stood up cautiously from her chair, resisting the urge to clasp a hand over her backside, and waddled slowly towards the bathroom door with both hands crossed over her aching abdomen. But when she turned the corner, she saw a long line for the toilets, and knew there was no point joining in, as she had no idea how long it would be. So she sighed, and began to waddle back towards their table.
“No luck?” Vanessa moaned, her body bouncing in her seat, clearly hoping for the good news that she would be able to use the toilet after all. But Maria just shook her head.
“Even if you’re willing to use the public toilet, the line is super long,” she sighed, slowly easing herself back into her chair while keeping control of her bowels as best she could. The girls continued to sit at their table, each one bouncing and shimmying and clutching their stomachs while trying not to have messy accidents at the table. They could no longer even speak, they were so busy trying to keep their panties clean. Every once in a while, one girl would check a phone to see how much time had passed, but it was never enough.
They’d been sitting for forty minutes when suddenly Vanessa groaned loudly, bending over at the waist and panting slightly.
“You okay?” Maria asked sympathetically, though it was clear she wasn’t okay.
“No, I…” Vanessa panted, and the girls heard a loud squelchy farting sound come from her. “Shit, I think a bit just came out.”
“Are you having an accident?”
“No,” she sighed, sitting up straight again. “It was just a little bit. I feel a bit better.” None of the girls wanted to risk farting, not knowing what else might come with a fart.
“Man, I can smell that!” Nina laughed, and the other girls giggled as well. Finally, after another interval of silence as the girls struggled to hold on, an announcer took to the stage to reveal the winners of the contest.
“And the raffle winner is—“ she began, as each girl carefully pulled out their ticket and looked down, “104598!”
The girls looked down at their tickets, and then at each other. “Anyone?” Maria asked, and the other girls shook their heads. “Well, good thing we waited!” She laughed sarcastically.
“Now we just gotta get home,” Nina giggled nervously, knowing it would be a challenge to even stand up, let alone get all the way home.
“Why don’t you guys come to my place since it’s the closest? It’s only a ten minute walk,” Maria offered, and the other girl nodded enthusiastically, overjoyed at the thought that would soon be able to release their loads into a toilet and not all over the floor at the ice cream parlor. The girls slowly stood up, and Vanessa, who seemed to be the most desperate (even after having slipped up once), had a hand clasped over her butt as if to physically hold her poop in.
The girls began walking towards Maria’s house, but they moved at a snail’s pace with one girl stopping every minute to double over and take deep breaths as a particularly strong cramp would hit. Vanessa was especially struggling at this point, and at one point she stopped completely in her tracks and instinctively crouched to the floor, holding her hand tight up against her butt. Nina and Maria both thought that was it for her, and that she had lost control, but Vanessa simply farted loudly, and then stood up again and continued waddling towards Maria’s home.
Finally, they could see her front porch from the corner. They were going more frantic now, as relief was so close that they began to become even more desperate. They approached the porch, each girl breathing heavily. But right as all three climbed the steps, Vanessa groaned once more, louder yet. She first doubled over at the waist, and then slowly crouching, and this time both girls could tell this was it for their friend. Despite their own desperation, both watched as she began to pant loudly.
“It’s coming out,” she said, and Maria resisted the urge to respond “we can tell” as she heard the loud crackling farts beginning to emerge from their friend.
Vanessa felt a wave of hot, sticky poop explode from her into her jeans, and she continued to take deep breaths as she began to instinctively push her poop out. It felt so good to be free of her intense load, and she sighed in relief as she felt herself continue to poop into her underwear, which were now filling up. Nina and Maria were watching in shock as their friend pooped noisily on the front porch, but soon the urgency of their own situations returned and they left Vanessa to finish up her accident while they rushed in towards the bathroom, still hopeful that they could make it.
Nina seemed to be faster, and had she been thinking clearer she probably would have let Maria use the bathroom first, but her thoughts were so blinded by the fact that she could feel herself seconds away from her own messy accident. So she burst through the bathroom door and, feeling her stomach begin to cramp and her poop begin to emerge, scrambled to pull off her leggings. She got them off in one go, but her panties did not come off too, and she realized with horror that wet poop was beginning to slide into her cute panties. But there was nothing she could do at this point, and without thinking clearly she sat herself down on the toilet with her panties still on, and begin to poop into them. With her body relaxing now that she was seated on a toilet, she found herself pushing as a torrent of hot poop exploded out of her, filling her panties and seeping into the toilet.
It was at this point that she realized she had accidentally locked Maria out of her own bathroom, and Maria was knocking anxiously at the door. But Nina was unsure what to do, as she continued to poop herself over the toilet, knowing that if she stood up she would leave a mess all over the floor. And even as she was having this thought, while continuing to mess herself, Maria was losing control outside the door as well.
She had come so close, and she knew Nina would probably emerge very soon, but she was helpless to stop the flood at this point, and she felt her stomach cramp fiercely. With a loud fart, she exploded with poop into her pants, instantly filling her panties with poop that quickly seeped through. She knew this was only the start, as poop poured out of her endlessly, filling her pants to the point that she didn’t think they would hold anymore. But nonetheless, she continued to poo without end, feeling almost like she had made very little progress with her load. She saw now that Vanessa was coming in from outside, her jeans bulging and brown, and she laughed when she saw that Maria too had not made it to the bathroom and was standing in the hallway messing herself.
“Did Nina make it?” Vanessa asked.
“I think so,” Maria replied, as she continued to poo outside the bathroom door.
“Not quite,” Nina called laughingly from the inside of the bathroom.
“Well, this didn’t go very well for us, did it,” Vanessa smiled. Maria’s load was finally slowing down, and she began to push to expel the last bits of her poop. On the toilet, Nina too was finishing up, unsure of how to fix the mess she was about to make of her friend’s bathroom.
One thing was for sure: the girls had certainly learned their lesson about late night ice cream trips, and this would certainly be a bonding moment for the three friends who had messed themselves practically in unison. Maria began to laugh, now finished her load, and her friends joined in.
“Well, let’s get cleaned up,” Vanessa smiled.
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That’s it, I hope you liked it just as much as I did!
Edited October 30, 2019 by Alex Oxford
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The first of my stories from this thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ has been finished! Originally, this was supposed to be about Hermione being desperate after being petrified, but due to the new policy I had to change the focus to an older character who was petrified as well. I hope you understand.
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“‘Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it.’ Of course!” Hermione Granger slammed the book shut, everything falling into place. The mysterious petrifications that had been plaguing Hogwarts made sense now! Wracking her mind, Hermione realized why nobody had died: they all must have seen the basilisk in reflections instead of meeting its gaze directly. She had to tell the professors! Making sure that Madam Pince, the ill-tempered librarian, wasn’t looking, Hermione tore the page on the basilisk out of the book and stuffed it into her bag. She exited the library, trying not to look too suspicious.
Hermione was headed straight for the headmaster’s office when a disturbing thought stopped her in her tracks. What if she ran into the basilisk before she could warn McGonagall? Then she realized where she was: directly in front of one of Hogwarts’ many girls’ bathrooms. Hermione grinned as a solution presented itself and she dashed inside.
“Come on, come on, there has to be one,” she muttered to herself. Sure enough, there was; atop one of the sinks was a small silver hand mirror. Hermione pocketed it and made for the exit. She held out the mirror and looked down the corridor behind her. The coast was clear. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and dashed down the hall.
It was a long way to the headmaster’s office, and every time Hermione reached a corner, she would look around it using the mirror. That way, if the basilisk did approach, she would only see the reflection. Hermione peeked around yet another corner and saw an older girl approaching. She looked rather hurried, and Hermione recognized her as Penelope Clearwater, Ravenclaw prefect.
Excellent, Hermione thought. The more people I can warn, the better.
“Excuse me!” she called, and Penelope stopped in her tracks.
“Er, can I help you?” asked the prefect. She seemed confused by a Gryffindor approaching her.
“Yes, as a matter of fact you can,” said Hermione, and she launched into a detailed explanation of the monster that had petrified the students.
“Oh my,” breathed Penelope once the younger girl was finished. “We have to tell Professor McGonagall!”
“That’s just what I was one my way to do,” said Hermione.
“Very well then,” said Penelope, turning away and resuming her hurried walk.
“Wait! Where are you going?” cried Hermione.
“Look,” said Penelope, turning red, “I ,er, really need to use the loo.”
Sure enough, Hermione could see her starting to fidget.
“But it’s not safe!” Hermione protested.
“It’s just around the corner,” Penelope reassured her. “I’ll be fine.”
“Then look ahead with this first,” said Hermione, taking out the mirror again.
“Very well,” said Penelope. The two girls peered around the corner together. Hermione had the briefest glimpse of something green and huge in the mirror. Then everything went black.
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“-we go, she’s back now.”
Hermione sat bolt upright and looked around. She was in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was standing next to her, holding a pitcher filled with potion. And if she was in the hospital wing, that meant...
“The basilisk!” cried Hermione. “Madame Pomfrey, the monster, it’s-”
“It’s okay, Hermione,” Pomfrey reassured her. “The basilisk is dead. I believe your friends Harry and Ron were responsible.”
Why am I not surprised? thought Hermione. “And the petrified students?”
“They are all fine,” said Madame Pomfrey. “I was just about to revive the last one.”
She tipped the last of the potion down Penelope Clearwater’s throat. The girl gave a shudder and opened her eyes.
“Ugh, what happened?” groaned Penelope. As Madame Pomfrey launched into an explanation, Hermione noticed that the older girl was fidgeting in her bed. As soon as Madame Pomfrey was finished, Penelope rushed out the door. Hermione followed, wondering what was going on.
“Where are you going?” she called. Penelope turned to face her, and Hermione saw that she was bouncing on the balls of her feet and had her hands jammed into the crotch of her skirt.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Penelope snapped.
Of course, Hermione thought. She never got the chance to relieve herself before she was petrified. Her bladder must be bursting right now.
As Penelope dashed into a nearby bathroom, Hermione was glad she had visited one before her trip to the library. Then she realized which bathroom it was.
“Oh no! Moaning Myrtle!”
Hermione entered the bathroom and saw it was a mess. There was water all over the floor and… was that blood? Before she could say anything, Penelope threw open a stall door and gasped as the ghostly form of Moaning Myrtle appeared.
“Hermione, you’re back,” she said. “You haven’t come to see me for a long time.”
“I, er, meant to,”said Hermione, “but I’ve been petrified for the last several weeks.”
“Excuses, excuses,” grumbled Myrtle. “Your two friends didn’t come until they needed me for something. I do have feelings, you know.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Hermione, stepping on eggshells. She knew how sensitive Myrtle could be. She was about to continue when Penelope interrupted.
“Excuse me,” she said, fidgeting worse than ever, “but I don’t suppose you could move aside? I’m dying for a wee.”
Upon hearing this, Myrtle flew into a rage.
“Oh, you’re dying, are you?” she screamed. “That’s rich, saying that to someone who’s already dead!”
Myrtle screeched and water spurted from every sink and toilet, flooding the bathroom even more.
“Myrtle, please!” Hermione pleaded. “She just needs to use the lavatory; she didn’t mean to offend you.”
“Well maybe she’ll keep that in mind next time,” huffed Myrtle, vanishing back into her toilet.
“Ooh, this is not good,” moaned Penelope. She had moved past fidgeting and was now dancing back and forth, holding her crotch tighter than ever.
“There has to be another bathroom nearby,” said Hermione. “We could-”
“Agh!” squeaked Penelope, and Hermione heard what sounded like a drop of water falling.
“Look away!” the older girl cried. Hermione was about to ask why, then she saw Penelope squat down and lift up her skirt. Hermione had the briefest glimpse of her bum before she obliged and turned around. She heard a loud hissing, followed by a continuous splashing sound. She blushed and covered her ears as Penelope relieved herself less than five feet away.
It took a long time, but eventually the sounds subsided.
“Okay, I’m done,” said Penelope, tapping Hermione on the shoulder. The younger girl turned around and saw that Penelope’s face was even redder than hers. She also saw a huge patch of yellow in the water on the floor. Honestly, she was a little impressed that anyone could hold that much urine.
“I can’t believe I did that,” groaned Penelope. “It was so humiliating!”
“It’s okay,” said Hermione, “nobody will ever know except me.”
“And me!” came a gleeful voice. Moaning Myrtle reappeared, a wide grin on her face. “I saw the whole thing! Wait until everybody hears about the prefect who took a pee on the floor!”
It didn’t seem possible, but Penelope turned even redder at that.
“Please don’t!” said Hermione (Penelope seemed too embarrassed to speak). “I’ll get Harry and Ron to visit you every week, just please don’t tell anyone!”
Myrtle floated around, looking like she was considering it.
“Very well, then,” she eventually said. “It will stay my little secret.”
“Thank you,” breathed Penelope, relief all over her face.
“You got lucky,” Myrtle chided. “Be sure to show me more respect next time.”
Penelope nodded and the two girls rushed out of the bathroom before the ghost could change her mind.
“Thank you for that,” said Penelope as they walked down the hallway. “I owe you for that.”
Oh, it was no problem,” Hermione replied. “Now let’s get to the Great Hall. It sounds like there’s a feast going on.”
THE END |
A huge thanks to Sapphire3619 for allowing me to write this fan fiction of their story. If you haven’t yet, I strongly recommend you read through their version first for full context. If you haven’t yet, you can find it here: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/45138-chasing-courtney/?tab=comments#comment-1487495
Courtney Montell strode towards the bathroom. She had been waiting almost all day to use the bathroom. She wanted to make sure she could use it before she went to detention, which wasn’t even her fault. It all happened after that asshole Chase had tried to kiss her.
It just happened to be her luck that the bathroom was closed for cleaning. With what already occurred in the day, it didn’t surprise Courtney at all.
She was grateful to arrive in the detention room before Chase did, so she could deliver a killing glare when he walked in. Still, it didn’t change the fact she wasn’t able to use the restroom.
About five minutes later she heard Mr. Green yelling at Chase in the hallway. Maybe he had found another girl to harass? Courtney chuckled silently to herself.
Her silent laughing was interrupted by a strong reminder from her body she needed to find a toilet soon. She pulled out her homework, assuming she could distract herself from her bodily needs. T
Mr. Green entered the room followed closely by Chase. Courtney was repulsed by even the sight of him. What could of guy could bring themself to do what he did? Not one she wanted anything to do with.
Fifteen minutes into detention Mr. Green got a buzz on his phone and walked out. As soon as he left Courtney turned to her unwanted detention partner.
“If it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be here. You know what Chase, you’re honestly pathetic. How would you feel if some even bigger guy did that shut to you? I hope you end living on the side of the street.” Courtney was stunned by what she had just said. The stress of her current bladder situation along with with had happened made her act meaner than she thought.
Chase didn’t answer, simply sinking further into his seat. Courtney turned around and looked back her homework. She realized that in fifteen minutes she had accomplished absolutely nothing. The clock seemed to be moving slower than it had in all her years of school. Yet her bladder only got worse and worse by the second.
She ran a hand down onto her crotch, trying to elevate the pain a bit. She couldn’t remember the last time she needed to piss this badly, maybe Middle School? Didn’t really matter now, all that mattered was making it until 4:15.
Courtney’s left leg started to bounce as the need to go worsened. She put her pencil down on the desk and grit her teeth as a wave of desperation came over her.
“Uh, are you okay?” Courtney heard Chase’s voice come from behind her.
“What the hell would you care?” She turned and snapped at him. Chase quickly looked back down at his desk in defeat. rashes
“Why couldn’t the damn bathroom just be unlocked?” The young woman quietly muttered to herself. Than she thought of a better situation. “Couldn’t Chase have just left me alone?” The boy who had tried to kiss her was about twenty feet from her, sitting there, getting away with he had done. Was there any justice in the world?
A second wave of desperation crashed over the poor girl like a tidal wave crashing over the shore. A whine managed to escape her lips as she gripped her crotch with both hands. She closed her eyes, trying to wish it all away.
Everything that had happened today, all seemed to be building up to this moment. She hadn’t intended for any of this to happen. It all seemed to be thrust upon her so fast. And now she was about to be humiliated for something that wasn’t even her fault...
It started slow, a light drizzle into her crotch before it turned into a full forced stream. Courtney audibly sighed as it poured down the back of her legs. The young woman’s jeans rapidly started to turn from light blue to dark blue as they filled with urine.
Courtney forgot that she was even in detention. All that filled her mind was the sweet relief of finally emptying her bladder. Her relief lasted a few seconds before a noise came from behind her.
“Holy shit!” Chase said behind the poor girl.
Courtney places her face down into her desk, trying to force her mind back into that state of blissful ignorance.
Chase stood up from his desk, mouth fully agape in awe of what he had just witnessed.
“Uhhh Courtney, are you okay?”
She didn’t move, simply preferring to try to drown her head into a low quality school desk.
“Mr. Green is coming back soon, you want him to see this? Take my jacket.” Chase removed his jacket and held it out to her. She just ignored him, just staring straight down into the abyss of industrial grade particle board.
“This is all your fault.” Courtney moaned through her sobs.
Chase had been feeling guilty all throughout detention, but now he was filled with total remorse for what he’d done. She was right, he had caused this.
“I’m really sorry okay, I’ll give you my jacket to cover it up and you can return it tomorrow and I’ll never speak to you again.”
“You could’ve just left me alone Chase, you could’ve just left me alone.”
“I know, I know. And now I’m trying to make up for it. You know what, keep the damn jacket.” He held it out to her again.
Finally she took it from him. She slowly stood up and wrapped it around her waist. Tearfully she looked up at her detention partner. “Thanks Chase.” She muttered.
“Hey you guys can go.” Mr. Green stuck his arm into the room gesturing for them to leave. Courtney waited a minute, and than set off for home. |
It's my first time writing any kind of story. This might be something I continue so I was going to make the title a little more general, but decided against it. If it continues, it continues. If not, at least the title is representative.
This story is about a college girl being introduced to something she would have never guessed she would have. It starts out as she's getting ready for a Halloween party. The subject matter may likely get mature (adult content). Interested to see what you think.
Chapter 1
Friday night before Halloween
Texting:
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Amanda: Can you come over later? I'm having a hard time putting my costume together?
Steph: Don't worry about it. I'll be over in a bit. I already picked up some accessories for our costumes.
Amanda: Ugh, I wish you hadn't done that. Everything at the Halloween store is always so overpriced. I could have made out with what I have laying around.
Steph: Geez, calm down. I didn't go to the Halloween store. Barely spent any money. You don't owe me anything.
And I'd be a little concerned if you were able to make due with what you had laying around, haha.
Amanda: You'd be surprised with how many things you can come up with using just a couple of bed sheets.
Steph: Well, this isn't a toga party, you can't just go wearing bed sheets.
Amanda: Whatever. Besides, that's not my concern with the costume. I'm looking through my clothes and can't find anything that I can use. I have a tutu from an old costume, but it doesn't quite convey 'baby'. People won't understand the costume, they'll just think I'm a lazy ballerina.
Plus, it's really short; too revealing.
Steph: It wasn't too revealing when you wore it before?
Amanda: I wore leggings under it. I didn't think they'd go with the costume
Steph: No, they would not. Besides, they'd defeat the purpose of the costume accessories I just bought.
Amanda: How would they 'defeat the purpose of the costume"? (You plan on getting us fake tattoos that spell it out for everyone? At least that'll let everyone know what our costume is.)
Steph: Haha, no. I guess you'll just have to find out.
I'm about to pay, gotta go
Amanda: Ugh, fine. See you in a bit.
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Amanda continued looking through her wardrobe trying to put together a costume for the party that night.
"Ugh, not this one. This is just a normal outfit. Can I even button these shorts anymore?"
"Hmm, this might work." Amanda pulled out a white t-shirt dress. It was rather plain, but had a pink pink trim and had an overall appearance of being girly. "It's not too obvious, but if I put my hair in pig tails with some ribbon..."
Already standing in her bra, Amanda pulled the dress over her head and removed her jeans, kicking them off to the side. She then grabbed some pink ribbon she had in her junk drawer from previous arts and crafts projects, and tied her hair up in pig tails. She inspected herself in the mirror. Too her surprise, it looked pretty good.
"Not bad! However, this looks a little too provocative to be a baby costume" Amanda was relatively tall and had a slender body. Although her breasts were on the small side, her push-up bra was definitely distracting from the innocent nature of the costume.
Amanda, not wanting to contend with the sleeves of her dress, pulled it off before undoing and removing her bra. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She stood wearing only her white bikini underwear. Her slim frame lacked the curves that many women desired, but her abs still subtly stood out, and her breasts were perky.
She threw the dress back over her head and examined her costume in the mirror again. "Much better" she said. This time, her breasts made only subtle impressions, leaving her outfit to appear more juvenile. She did notice, however, that as she moved around her dress would lay against her and she could faintly see her underwear through her dress. "Shit." She began holding the dress tight to her to further examine the situation. From the front it wasn't too bad. Just a little noticeable over her hip bones. She turned around and held the dress tight against her butt. She bent forward a little to get a better view, and just as did so, Steph barged in.
"What's up!" yelled Steph, as she entered the door. Amanda quickly shot up, releasing her dress and turning to face the door where the intruder just came in. "What were you just up to?" Steph said teasingly. "Admiring yourself?"
Amanda, embarrassed and now red in the face from blushing, replied "No!" perhaps a little too guilitly. "No, I was just seeing how see through my dress is. I just noticed I could see my underwear through it."
"Well, that'll teach you not to wear white underwear under white clothing. You always need to choose nude colors when wearing white."
Amanda blushed even harder, knowing that her friend, indeed, was also able to see through her dress.
"Anyway, It doesn't matter since you'll be wearing these instead." And without warning, Steph threw the package she had been carrying in her shopping bag at Amanda. Amanda reflexively caught the package. Tena Overnight Underwear, the package read.
"You bought diapers?"
to be continued... |
I haven't written anything is such a long time. Thought Omovember might be the right time starting to get back into writing lol
Well, here goes nothing...
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It was the end of a cold, long but fulfilling day. The bright bustling city dimmed to a lowly tired pace as people disappeared in the darkness of the suburbs. The mindless workers swarmed the stations like flies around a light.
“Ahh… I’m so full.” A tipsy voice spewed out. “we shouldn’t have had ordered extra deserts and chocolate shake… Especially with kahlua!”
“Haha, come on. It wasn’t take much.” A deeper, more masculine voice replied as the dim street light revealed two figures, one slender and another taller and broader.
A tomboyish girl, her jumpsuit highlighted her curvy waist and hugged her toned legs and glutes. On the other hand, the physically larger male counterpart was dressed in a business suit, conservatively hiding his modest but obviously fit physique.
“Come on, lily, we’ve gotta hurry.” The dominant male pulled lily’s hands. “The bus is gonna leave soon.”
“Ughh…wait...” Lilith groaned. Lilith’s her actual name, but she prefers lily as it’s obviously more convenient.
Lilith pulled her self together, resisting the urge to cross her legs or even hold herself. Her face flushed a bit as she tried not to embarrass herself with her restroom needs.
“You okay?” Alex questioned, as he stood in a super man like pose.
“Y-Yea.” Lilith quickly replied as she reached into his forearm, pretending to straighten herself out.
It’s been a while since she last used the bathroom. To be precise, she hasn’t been since leaving the office, which was around 5 hours ago. The athletic girl felt her lower abdomen burn as her muscles struggled to maintain the reservoir.
To be fair, she wasn’t wearing the most convenient layers, especially with her bodysuit and tights underneath. Her bloated belly wasn’t exactly hidden as her blasted belt squeezing her like a balloon. One would obviously be deterred from going to the bathroom in an outfit like that.
“Damn, there’s already a huge line.” Alex announced while checking the timetable. “At least the bus will be here soon.”
The depot was littered with people, the party goers, the drunks, the late office workers and couples – like them eager to head home.
Lilith stood impatiently, shifting her weight left and right every so often.
Time felt exponentially longer, seconds felt like hours and minutes like days. Fortunately, the bus rolled up into the stop, just in time, but the two of them were nowhere near the front.
The crowded line slowly shuffled into the late-night bus, the people quickly filled the seats like water into a dry rag.
By the time, Alex and Lilith enter the bus, there was only one seat left. Alex was extreme exhausted, both mentally and physically drain from his work. Despite that, he still wanted to provide a seat to his girlfriend, only to think of a win-win solution.
“I know.” Mused Alex, “You can sit on my lap, haha, a win win situation.”
“S-sure.” Lilith agreed hesitantly.
It didn’t sound that bad of a situation to Lilith, at least they both get to sit down.
Alex dropped into the empty half of the seat, gently slapped his thigh, gesturing Lilith to sit. More and more people packed into the bus despite all the taken seats.
The strong-willed girl gritted her teeth as the bumpy bus blasted forward, struggling to hide her desperation and more so her garments dry.
The bus slowly left the city centre, full of mindless drones with their faces lit up by their phones. Lilith knew the hardest part was to come, twenty minutes on the lonely highway.
“Just a bit longer. And…” Quietly thought Lilith. “And I can finally go.”
“You alright Lily?” Asked Alex as wrapped his arm around her stomach and pulled her in. A silent squeal escaped Lilith as she felt her lower muscles shudder as it was squeezed form the outside.
Alex caressed Lilith’s smooth hair and kissed her ear.
“Something wrong?” Alex poked again as he noticed something bothering her. His other hand was still right on top of her belt; the nemesis of her bloated bladder. Alex was not only smart but perceptive too, he knew straight away she needed the restroom.
“N-nah…” She quickly denied as she subconsciously pulled his hand off her abdomen to her thigh.
Alex caressed Lilith’s right thigh as she sat crossed legged on his lap.
“Don’t worry, you’re a big girl.” Alex teased, “we’re almost there.”
The strong façade on her face slowly crumbled away into a light blush, flustering a bit as her cover was blown.
Her legs were pressed firmly together, obviously resisting her overwhelming urges.
“I-I don’t know…” She whimpered, “how much longer I can hold it.”
“You can do it, only a few more stops.” Alex encouraged her.
She bit her bottom lips, trying to concentrate on her desperate needs. The crowded bus didn’t help as she felt a cramped, especially her restricting belt. Despite passing a few stations, there were still no empty seats.
Lily was near her limit; slight sweat was brewing around her brow. She was breathing faster and deeper, like a small workout, to which it was a workout - for her bladder. Her legs now uncrossed, her thighs tightly squeezed together. She was unable to keep them still as her body rocked on Alex’s right leg.
The pressure was immense, her bladder was stretched beyond normal capacity. She felt each individual muscle fibre straining as she desperately tried to stay dry.
The whole bus shuddered as it sped through a rocky road. The loud trembling broke the people’s attention as they were absorbed into their hypnotic screens.
Lily gasped.
She felt her stomach sink as her body was jolted up and down.
Holding tightly onto the seat in front, she felt something amiss.
Small warmth grew around her nether regions. She quickly snapped back, tensing all her muscles like slamming the brakes. The unintentional flow died down, but the damage was done.
Alex couldn’t hide his grin as he was experiencing this in person. He felt her soft squeal as she briefly lost control, not only that, but he felt the dampness penetrate his trousers. Lilith’s leak was a miniscule part of her total tinkle tanker. She was now in the twilights edge, a ticking time bomb as the seal has broken.
“ohhh, just a little longer.” Lilith pleaded to herself. “We’re almost at my stop, then... Then I can finally go.”
She unconsciously began grinding Alex’s leg, the rough denim caressed her smooth but sodden bodysuit. The gentle motion distracted her from her impending eruption.
Alex stayed in the background. Amused in the situation, he began rocking his leg to aid. Lilith’s nether region was pulsing for relief, her bladder has tasted and hungers for freedom.
“I can’t do it.” Lilith thought. “ohh, I can’t wet myself!”
Frozen in limbo, her right hand was glued onto a handle and her left hand was numb as it was crushed between her legs. She knew the previous leak soaked through her layers, desperately trying to hold on as they approach their stop.
Her bladder suddenly spams.
Alex could feel Lilith’s legs tremble violently on top. Not soon after, he feels his pants becoming saturated again, a couple to trails running down his calf before cutting off. He knew she was at her limit. Thinking quickly to get out of the embarrassing situation, he rings the bell for the next stop coming up.
“You can hold it.” Alex whispers and encourages her. “We’re almost there.”
The bus pulls into the stop and slowly comes to a halt. Lilith’s heart was racing managing to hold on against all odds, her adrenaline aiding her as she gets up. Alex helps her to her foot and leads to outside the bus. Alex pulled her down the quite street before Lilith stopping dead in her track.
“I-I cant hold it.” Lilith cried out. “Oh God”
Lilith quick dashed into a small shrub, trying to undress herself. Her fingers fumbling to find each button, her hands shaking as she undoes them. Her bladder slowly starts dribbles before turning into a light leak.
Lilith quickly rips her belt off after clearing her challenging buttons, pulling the suit straight down. Plopping a squat right there just as a large hissing noise becomes audible. She didn’t care about peeing through her bodysuit, tights or panties. Only the blissful relief.
Alex tried not to stare, but to no avail. His hand caressing his thigh before smelling it. Quickly pulling his hand away as Lilith looked over. She quickly pulled up her jumpsuit and jumped towards Alex.
“Close call, eh?” She smiled with obvious relief.
“Haha, too Close.” Joked Alex. “Too close.”
They both quietly walked home, embarrassed but relieved. |
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Sarah woke up to a loud beeping in her room. Groaning, she twisted around in bed before finally lifting the pillow off her head and looking around. Looking for the source of the beeping, she found her alarm clock. it read 6:15. She suddenly leaped out of bed and threw some clothes on, yelling “Shit! I’m gonna be late!” she had to board a plane fight at 9:00 for a meeting. Looking out the window and seeing the storm, she threw on a pair of jeans, a shirt, some rubber boots and a windbreaker. Grabbing her suitcase, she legged it out of her apartment, through the rain and into the car. She frantically started the car and drove off. Around 15 minutes into the drive, she realized that she had forgotten her daily morning pee in the confusion that morning. She decided that she’d just have to hold it in until the airport. Unfortunately for her, that was easier said than done. Around thirty minutes into the drive, she was already squirming with uncomfort. the freeway was jam packed with cars with no breakup in the foreseeable future. Eventually though, she got to the airport. She frantically brought her bag in and determined it would be a good idea to find the nearest bathroom. she found the women’s room, but to her horror, it was shut. Unfortunately for Sarah, one of the toilets broke and needed to be fixed before anyone could use it. She went to the nearest staff member to ask. “Hi, i saw that the women’s bathroom is shut. Could you point me to the nearest set of open bathrooms?” she asked.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but the only bathrooms available as of the moment are the ones after security.” She stated in a matter-of-fact tone. Sarah sighed, thanked the lady anyways and walked over to security. She got in the painfully long line, and waited, all the while squirming in uncomfort. She eventually got through security, although at this point she was desperate. Walking had become a chore; each step felt like a bulldozer running into the full dam that was her bladder. she got over to a map of the airport, and quickly located the nearest bathroom. She waddled through the crowds until she finally saw the sign for the Women’s Bathroom. However, her jaw dropped in agony when she saw that not only was the line for the toilet out of the bathroom, but it wrapped around a wall. women were holding their crotches and nervously fidgeting, and some looked like they were about to pee themselves. Her flight would begin boarding in 5 minutes. she had to make a decision, and soon. After some internal struggle, Sarah decided that the best option would be to board the flight and get on the bathroom inside. She hurriedly rushed over to her gate and showed the guard her passport and ticket. her ticket was approved, and she walked through the tunnel that connected to the plane. she went for the bathroom, however an attendant urged her to sit down and wait for takeoff before heading to the bathroom. So, in agony, she sat down and buckled up.
After the plane was taken onto the runway, it soon took off. The sudden G’s from the monstrous jet engines had suprised Sarah, and caused a small wet spot on her light blue jeans before she caught it. However, just as soon as the pilot announced that the passengers were free to roam the cabin, Passengers were called back to their seats due to turbulence from a storm. At this point, Sarah had about had enough, so she attempted to unbuckle her seatbelt to go to the bathroom before she pissed herself. to her astonishment, the buckle didn’t let her out. No matter how hard she pushed on the buckle, it would not open. She frantically pressed the button to summon a flight attendant. When she arrived, Sarah said “I think my seatbelt is jammed, it won’t let me out!”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but the seatbelts have been locked due to turbulence.”
“Yes, but I really need to use the bathroo-”
“Ma’am, i’m sorry, but you’re just going to have to hold it. There is currently nothing we can do.” she said before walking off. Sarah, panicking, attempted to slide under the seatbelt to no avail. She eventually sighed, and gave up, accepting her fate. She closed her eyes, and opened the floodgates. She felt the hot, yellow liquid flowing into her jeans, completely soaking them. She was pleasantly surprised by the warm piss soaking into her jeans and the airplane seat and even enjoyed it. as the piss slowly flowed down her jeans, it eventually got to her rubber boots. It slowly began filling up the bottom of her boots, and completely soaked her socks. She was loving it at this point. the warmth and pleasure had overcome the embarrassment, and she didn’t care that people were staring, and even laughing at her. After she was finished, she leaned back and put on a movie on the moniter in the back of the seat in front of her. The next six hours was a warm, piss soaked heaven for Sarah.
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A most undignified release
A good night's sleep for a dragon was just shy of three thousand years. Agron awoke after a mere six-hundred.
Eyelids heavy with decades of dust and dirt he strained himself to open his eyes and survey his cave. Why did he wake? Was he in danger?
His muscles depetrified and ached as they sprung back to life. He turned his long stiff neck. Front, back, sides, nothing but the cave walls.
He had been dreaming so pleasantly too. A young water dragoness had invited him to follow to her lake and as they submerged themselves-
He let out a pained grunt as a sharp sting shot up from his abdomen. His bladder had loosened from its petrified state and its voluminous contents stretched against its thin walls. It moaned and stretched under the weight of the released lake until it settled down as a rock hard mass in his lower abdomen.
No wonder he had been dreaming of release in a summer lake.
Staying hydrated was important but a nuisance for a good sleep. Now that his body depetrified it would fill a lot faster too. His gaze went to the barricaded entrance and he sighed. It had taken days to fortify the entrance with rocks and it would take hours to deconstruct. The idea to step into a corner and lift one of his mighty hind legs was tempting and his bladder the temptress. So convenient too, no one would ever know. He shook off the traitorous thoughts. He was a noble and proud dragon, not a wild animal. Never would a dragon relieve himself where he slept or where one might see.
A twinge in his bladder urged him to hurry and open up the entrance lest the rock in the corner became too tempting. In the valley below the mountain flowed a great river of crisp fresh water. One he had used extensively during his last awakening. Stepping into the cold river, letting it wash away eons of dust and dirt whilst answering the call of nature in a most dignified manner beneath the surface. The memories alone sent a most pleasant shiver down his spine but a sharp sting to his bladder.
Stone after stone, rock after rock the barricade shrunk until the first ray of sun pierced the dusty darkness.
Another sun, small and cold, peeked through the rock. “Holy shit!” a human called out. Humans? Here? Why? They knew this was his territory, no one had dared to enter for hundreds of years. They’d answer for this discourtesy. No one barged into his chamber without invitation. But preferably after he took a most desired and earned piss. The agitated sounds outside had him doubt that he could.
He folded up his deep red wings and straightened himself. His bladder protested and had him dancing with his hindlegs, it had no intention to play the noble. All it yearned for was sweet relief.
One last shove against the wall and the barricade collapsed.
A barrage of flashing lights assaulted him before the dust had settled.
“WHAT is the meaning of this?” he bellowed and the humans stepped back, clutching their lights.
“It’s a real dragon. I thought they were all dead. Where have you been for all these years?”
The mass of humans closed in, showing no fear at all. Where was the respect? Where was the awe?
“I took a nap. That does not mean you can encroach on my territory,” Agron said and stepped outwards. He breathed in the musty and heavy forest air. It smelled like rain, the thought of it did not help his aching bladder. Basking in the first sunlight since half a century his eyes darted through the thin remaining forest and down towards the stream and found it gone. A gigantic human settlement of stone and black roads had appeared in his sleep. One of these black stone roads led up to his cave.
A sharp jolt went through his bladder and he squeezed his legs shut. They had taken his place of dignified relief. He would not be found relieving himself out in the open. Dragons had a reputation. If memory served right there was another stream a few minutes of flight to the east.
He spun around. “What did you do to my territory? Where is the forest, where is the river? What did you do?” Agron said and flared his wings in intimidation, which only had the humans flash the blinking suns at him.
“This city has been here forever,” a young woman said. “This is a movie promotion, isn’t it? That’s why he came out of the old painting right?” Another said.
Agron turned to stare at the outside of his cave. The entrance had been painted with quite obvious warning symbols in the old language. The humans did know he rested here. But this new generation had all but forgotten. Humans lived much faster than dragons did, no wonder they forgot over the last generations.
He strained his muscles to keep the lake inside of him contained and his legs from shaking. He shouldn’t bother with these humans, he had to find a secluded place to answer natures call, fast.
He could teach these whelps once he got back. Spreading his wings he prepared to take off.
“Wait, we have so many questions,” one of the humans yelled and he stopped mid-stretch. He might’ve needs but he was a noble dragon. Honor would not allow him to leave a group of humans meaning no harm and with questions no less, it would be impolite and would reflect badly on dragons as a whole.
Agron turned back around and sat down. A minuscule shiver went through his back as the cold wet ground sent wrong signals to his full bladder. Dragons don’t piss where one might see, he repeated to himself like a mantra.
He answered pointless question after pointless question, wishing they’d recognize his despair and grant him a reason to leave. He forced himself to sit straight and strain his rock hard bladder. Dragons didn’t slouch, dragons didn’t know pain, dragons didn’t rock back and forth in an attempt to hold their bladder. His desperation was starting to be quite painful.
The first raindrop hit his snout like a tiny electrical shock straight to his bulging bladder. Focusing all of his attention he kept the damn as raindrop after raindrop threatened to take his control with him. Maybe the humans would disperse now. Humans hated the rain.
These humans didn’t. They donned clothing he had never seen before, clothing that directed the rain away like a scale mantle. Their stream of questions didn’t die down even as the rain turned into a full-fledged storm.
Tiny rivers of rainwater coursed past and below him, tempting his crumbling floodgates to join. Rain pelted his scales and wind played with his folded wings. Flying would be impossible now. He was forced to wait it out and walk afterwards.
A few humans had left once the storm had started, but the rest kept talking and bickering.
“Did you draw those ancient symbols?”
Agron broke into laughter. A mistake. A single twitch in his tired muscles let the first spurt of hot piss escape his member and drip out of his slit. Unnoticeable to anyone but himself in the rain but it sent the heat of embarrassment to his scales. This can’t be happening.
He had to leave, he had to relieve himself before he had a real accident. Honor would have him stay, but losing control like a hatchling would take his honor with it.
“Excuse me, but I have to check the rest of my territory too,” he said between his sharp clenched teeth and stood up. A second tiny spurt drummed against his insides and joined the raindrops. No.
He wouldn’t make it a few miles, he would barely make it one with his bladder this full. He needed something, anything, dignity be dammed.
Through the curtain-like rain he spotted a giant puddle down the slope with as much relief as one would spot an oasis in a desert. That was it.
He nodded a goodbye to the humans and forced himself to a stride down the slope. His bladder sent another spurt cascading down between his legs. Give me a second.
He let himself slip on the mud, aiming for the puddle below. This was humiliating, but less so then relieving himself by accident in front of the group.
A loud crack echoed through the forest and he caught himself before he slipped. The harsh step sending more hot urine dripping from his slit with no end in sight.
He turned his head. The rain and demolition of his barricade had loosened the rocks above. Silent terror took hold of him and the humans as a rock the size of a carriage came cascading downwards. The humans screamed, pointed and scattered aimlessly.
He was a noble dragon and unnecessary blood was not something he tolerated in his territory, even for humans.
Agron jumped forwards, the landing impact sending jets of urine into the mud. Claws pressed deep into the muddy ground he awaited the rolling boulder. It crashed into his waiting shoulder. His claws raked through the ground as the boulder slowed down. Muscles strained to their limit and pushing with all his might they came to a stop inches before the group.
Stunned silence spread through the crowd. He knew it wasn’t because of the boulder. He awaited the realization, he knew his floodgates broke when the boulder hit him. The thundering rumble below him was proof enough.
The wave of relief hit him like a second boulder. He rested his head flat against the rock and leaned into it to stop himself from falling over in pure bliss. Gallon after gallon of steaming piss poured through his now unsheathed member. The sheer pressure carved a hole in the ground and sprayed his belly with mud.
It didn’t matter that they saw him like this. The sense of relief overpowered every other sensation like a lead blanket. He let out a drawn-out moan of pure pleasure as he gave in and surrendered all control over his body. He did not remember a piss this pleasant in over ten thousand years. It did not stop pouring out of him with full force for several blissful minutes. The stretched walls of his bladder returned to rest and the void like sensation of emptiness in his abdomen spread through his body like the afterglow of an orgasm.
A bubbling, smoking stream formed beneath him that made its way down the paved human road until it joined the various streams of rain. “That's definitely a world record,” one of the humans giggled.
After a small eternity, his stream tapered off until it ended. Seconds of silence passed and the sense of orgasmic relief faded, replaced by embarrassment.
Not only had he lost control like a hatchling, but it was the most pleasurable thing since the twin sisters. The hot grasp of desire had taken hold of his lower body, aching and burning for another form of release.
All bore witness to his rising and throbbing dragon hood. He laid down, hiding it in the furrow produced by his own stream lest he lost control over himself a second time.
Earlier adventures had his dragonhood sensitive and the mud was hot and slick and it’s touch like that of a rough tongue. In terror he felt himself hardening and pleasure growing faster than ever before. The warm mud enveloped him like the soft mouth of an eager lover. He had barely pressed himself completely to the ground before his hips bucked forward ever so slightly and, unbeknownst to his human onlookers, his member shot string after string of hot lust deep into the mud and coated his underbelly with the backsplash. His mind befuddled with pleasure he wanted to roar, to spread his wings and beat in tact to the ebb and flow of his throbbing lust until the last drop joined the mud. Instead he turned to the humans with a strained and stone cold face. He wasn’t a prime example of dignity, lying in his own mess desperately trying to hide the second one happening at the very moment but it was oh so exhilarating to do so in front of them.
The scene of him so boldly answering nature's call in the open had left them stunned. Until the questions continued.
“You saved us,” one of them said. “You look a bit unwell. Do we call a doctor? Or a vet?”
“Does this count as public exposure?”
Raindrops dripped from Agron’s snout as he kept his smile. As always his mind had cleared after the deed. The mud below grew colder every second but standing up would expose the second act. He’d be sitting on his mess until they left. |
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The Undergrond Disaster
Rachel threw the last of her papers and other items into her briefcase and muttered “Thank fuck for that!” This was swiftly followed by “Ow! Shit!” as, slamming the lid shut, she trapped the fleshy part of the heel of her hand between the lid and the base. She sucked the wound ruefully; although she hadn’t drawn blood, she expected that there would be a blood blister there later. God, what a day it had been; what a week, in fact. It had been all about stress, pressure, with a liberal helping of frustration thrown in for good measure; she was glad it was finally over, for the weekend, at least. But who knew what Monday would bring?
She glanced at her watch – 7:32 pm. So much for finishing on time tonight, she thought to herself. She’d finished late every day that week, and had been determined to leave promptly at 5 o’clock. Hah! Rachel hurried down the corridor, intending to use the ladies toilet on the way, but the cleaners were in there, so she decided to wait till she got home. A short walk brought her to the tube station, where she could get on a train and be home in about half an hour or so, and she would finally be able to relax. She looked forward to the bottle of red wine that was waiting for her along with her dinner. Rachel silently promised herself that there wouldn’t be much left in that bottle, if anything, by the time she went to bed.
It wasn’t till she’d been stood on the platform for a few minutes that Rachel realised just how badly she needed to pee, and she began to regret not having used the loo before leaving work. In common with the majority of London Underground stations, there were no toilets, and tube trains did not boast the facility either. She briefly considered going back outside to find a loo, but could not recall ever seeing one in that area. The only other option was to go back to the office, which was something she really didn’t want to do. Then the familiar rumble and rush of air through the station heralded the arrival of the train. Oh well, she thought, I’ll just have to cork it up till she got home; the thought that she may not be able to do so never even entered her head. And indeed, had it not been for the vagaries of the London Underground system, she may well have been correct in that assumption.
Things began to go a somewhat awry when she’d got on the train and found a seat, because instead of the doors closing and the train moving off within the usual minute or so, nothing of the sort happened. Ten minutes later the train still showed no sign of getting going, and there was no indication as to why. Rachel’s bladder seemed to be getting fuller by the minute, and was sending increasingly urgent signals to her brain that it wanted emptying, and soon. In an attempt to take her mind off it, Rachel began to think over the events of the past week.
It had all kicked off on the previous Sunday evening, when after a blazing row, she’d finished with her boyfriend of some six months. Although if the truth were told, it had been on the cards for sometime. She was in two minds about it ending; while she’d liked him a lot, she wasn’t prepared to put up with the fact that he’d been messing around with a couple of other women, one of them her so called friend.
Then just before lunch on Monday, her boss, a Regional Sales Manager, was suddenly taken ill, and whisked off to hospital with a heart attack. It was fairly serious by all accounts, because they’d kept him in, and Rachel suddenly found herself deputising for him. Being thrown in at the deep end like that at the age of 23, she’d found the rest of the week extremely harrowing and very stressful. Although had she been one to blow her own trumpet, she would have realised that she had in fact done a pretty good job of things, considering that she had at a stroke became the youngest “manager” in the company, and the only female one to boot.
But the worst thing of all had happened earlier that day, when she had to take on the rather distasteful task of sacking a colleague (one she’d known since she joined the company, and had got on quite well with) when he’d been found to have been seriously fiddling the books, and his expenses. To make matters worse, the police had been involved as well.
Suddenly, there was a hiss, and the doors closed, and the train finally began to move, although not at any great speed. Several minutes later, it stopped at the next station, and Rachel’s bladder renewed its protestations. She was really beginning to struggle to keep it under control by this time, and all the time the pressure was increasing. It was only then that, thinking it over, she realised that she had not peed since after her lunch break at about 2:30, five hours before – and she did not like to think how many cups of coffee she’d downed in that time. She’d just drunk each one that had been placed in front of her by a secretary.
Once more, it was several minutes before it got under way again, but at least there had been an announcement on the station tannoy that the delay was due to a breakdown of some sort ahead. As previously, the train crawled its way to the next station.
Disaster almost struck as it ground to a halt, when Rachel actually lost control briefly and felt a warm wetness around her crotch as a trickle of pee escaped. With a supreme effort she managed to stem the flow, but she knew now that she was now in big trouble, and was beginning to have very serious doubts as to whether she was going to get home without wetting herself completely. To make matters worse, she was now in even more discomfort; the effort of stopping that brief leak seemed to have caused actual physical pain, or so it felt at least. Had she strained something, she wondered; done some sort of physical damage to her waterworks?
This time the train did not stop at the station any longer than normal, and Rachel hoped that was the end of it, and that now it would get going properly. Her hopes were however dashed a couple of minutes later, when it stopped once more, this time in the tunnel between stations.
As the train shuddered to a standstill, she felt another leak; once again she managed to stem the flow, although she did not know quite how she’d done so. But this was the final straw as far as Rachel was concerned. She was convinced that before very much longer she was going to wet herself no matter how hard she tried to avoid doing so. She wasn’t looking forward to standing up when this bloody train finally got to her stop, or to trying to walk up the stairs out of the station. She was certain that she would in all likelihood lose what little control she had left.
By now Rachel was so desperate to pee that she was in absolute agony. She decided that she simply couldn’t bear it any longer.
Sod this! she thought to herself. If I’m going to wet myself anyway, why prolong the agony? I just don’t care any more – I’m just going to do it right here. After all, she decided, no one will notice until I get up as it will soak into the seat. And if anyone says anything I’ll simply insist that it was an accident; nobody will be able to prove otherwise. These thoughts flashed through her brain in an instant – if she’d given it any more consideration, she probably would have bottled it. But she didn’t. She parted her tightly clenched thighs slightly and simply gave in to the inevitable.
Instantly, the pent up pee gushed from her, and she felt an incredibly sweet, satisfying relief. Oh, Jeee-sus, she thought, that is sheer, heavenly bliss! Even so, she knew that once she stood up, everyone would see what had happened (especially from the back), because the mid-grey skirt she was wearing was going to reveal everything. But the relief far outweighed any qualms she had on that score – it felt so good to finally let go, that she just didn’t care. Actually, she soon became aware that people were probably going to know what had happened long before she got up off the seat anyway, because she could feel a hot wetness flowing down the backs of her calves and into her shoes, and she could imagine the puddle that must have been forming around her feet. Obviously, the pee was pouring from her faster than the seat could absorb it. What the hell, she thought; it’s just a little bit too late to be worrying about that now. So she just sat there and let it happen. And strangely, she found that she was thoroughly enjoying the experience; naturally, it was an incredible relief, but it also seemed that all the tension, stress and hassle that had built up over the past week flowed out of her along with a couple of litres of hot wee – and, though she couldn’t quite believe it, it also felt rather sexy. Stupid cow, she told herself. How can wetting your knickers in public feel sexy? Of course it couldn’t. Could it? Naah, course not – but then, it did feel somewhat akin to an orgasm after a long, slow wank…..
As the flow gradually ceased, the train re-started, and she looked surreptitiously around. No one gave any indication of having noticed, at least not that she could see. And for the rest of the journey (which, ironically, then went at normal speed without further unscheduled or prolonged stops), she gazed out of the window at the tunnel walls, surprised to note that wet knickers, tights and skirt didn’t really feel as uncomfortable as she’d expected they would.
When the train finally screeched to a stop at her station, she got up with as much dignity as she could muster, and made her way out of the station. Again, no one seemed interested in her predicament, or said anything, though she thought she heard a couple of girls giggling behind her as she walked up the steps. She thought that they were probably laughing at what must have been a huge, highly visible wet patch on the back of her skirt. She ignored them.
The walk to her flat took about ten minutes; she couldn’t believe it when about halfway there she became aware that she needed to pee – again! It occurred to her that possibly her bladder hadn’t completely emptied when she’d stopped peeing on the train – it had probably only seemed that way because she’d been so desperate beforehand. This time however, she certainly wasn’t anywhere near desperate. She could have easily held on till she got home, but that seemed rather pointless in the circumstances. She was soaked from the waist down, and her shoes were probably ruined; why wait, she thought. She just relaxed her muscles and allowed her bladder to finish emptying itself. A gentle breeze blew the front of her skirt between her legs as she walked, so she was now wet front and back. She still didn’t care. And then she knew it was true – wetting herself did feel sexy, no matter how much she tried to tell herself otherwise. She was becoming incredibly turned on, walking along the street pissing herself like a three-year-old!
She reached her building, and was glad that she met no one she knew on the way, or any of the occupants of the other flats. She opened her door, kicked it shut behind her, and threw her briefcase into the corner of the living room. Going into her bedroom, she stood in front of the full length mirror and gazed at her reflection. A large part of the front of her skirt was wet, and turning as much as she could, she could see that almost the entire back of her skirt was soaked. Rachel unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. There didn’t seem to be much of her tights that had escaped, either. She peeled them down, kicking off her sodden shoes at the same time, hurriedly removed her blouse and bra, and then looked at herself in the mirror again, now clad only in her wet panties. The plain, snow-white “sensible” knickers were pretty well thoroughly soaked, and the wet areas were already beginning to turn that brownish yellow colour that pee stains take on on white cotton! Now thoroughly aroused, Rachel’s hand, almost of its own volition it seemed, found its way under the waistband and down into the wet depths and she began to masturbate. She was so utterly horny by this time that she very quickly reached one of the most shattering and satisfying orgasms she had ever experienced.
As Rachel collapsed into a quivering heap on her pee-soaked clothes, she had the distinct feeling that this would, most definitely, not be the last time that she would ever wet herself. |
The sun sauntered to the horizon, washing the quaint, old town in a pleasant pink. The brightly colored European-styled buildings dazzled with hints of glitter in their bricks. Candy cane telephone poles soared high into the air. A young man on a horse trotted down a pink, dusty, dirt street. He had shaggy, peppermint striped hair, with blue freckles. His mint-white skin was covered by a plain, warm coat, and long, black pants with boots. He gripped his horse's reigns, as he wished he had brought a scarf.
"If I have to deliver one more package in this freezing weather," he chattered, "I'm going to become a fucking pop-sickle."
Despite the innocent, playful aura of the land, curse words were still used. How many on a daily basis appeared was based on the community. He saw multiple people scowl at him. He assumed they didn't like it so much.
He complained, "Of course, this guy's stupid present or whatever is halfway across town."
Digging into his coat pocket, he discreetly tried to hold himself.
"And this is one of the best days that I don't get a break, too. Warren better give me an extra few dimes this time around."
Feeling self-conscious, he put his humanoid hands onto the horse. He steered her to the right, entering a new street.
"Are horses supposed to have socks or something?" he asked the horse. "I live down south, so I really don't know."
The horse could not answer because she was a horse.
He uncomfortably adjusted himself, as the horse jiggled on. The constant bouncing of the horse was making his bladder's muscles weak.
"Maybe I can get one of those lady saddles," he joked to himself.
A sudden sharp jolt made him bite his lip. He hunched forward, gripping himself. Sharp feelings raced up and down his spine, making his limbs jittery. He whispered a string of curses, as he pleaded his bladder not to give up just yet. The young man pressed his thighs together, hoping that his need would cease. After a few seconds of fear, his nervous system stopped signaling.
He whispered pitifully, "At least let me deliver this god-fucking package."
The pair made their way down sprawling paths. Tall, brick structures blocked out the lowering sun. Carriges, horse riders and people were the many annoyances on the road. Their path lead them to the outskirts of town, where mint grass could be seen. Licorice fences bordered the road. His face donned a hopeful smile, as he directed the horse to a distant mansion. A large, fancy house soon appeared in view.
The pair trotted down a crumbly, gram cracker road. The landscape was dotted with colorful jawbreakers and gumdrops.
"Wish me luck," he whispered to the mare, as he tightly gripped the package.
He swung his leg over the horse, and landed on the ground with a heavy thud. His body shuddered, as he felt all liquid slosh against his will. Tingling nerves signlaled extreme need. Thighs clamped together, he took a deep breath. One hand held a package, and the other his groin. He waddled up to the shimmering silver front porch, and pounded his fist on the door. Instantaneously, a maid ripped open the door.
"Package for Mister Locke," he declared.
With shy hands, the dark blue maid daintily received the package.
She chirped, "I will give this to him right away."
She paused, as she took a second to study the odd man. He was bouncing on his heels, shivering and wiggling in the cold. He looked pathetic.
"Are you sure you don't want to come in for a minute?" she asked, "You look extremely uncomfortable."
He hoped she was just talking about the weather.
"I'm fine," he squeaked, "Have a good day, ma'am!"
He shuffled into the cold, adding a polite goodbye wave in order to signal the conversation to an end.
"For a minute?" she offered, "It really looks like you need a ba-"
"Goodbye, ma'am," he stressed, annoyed.
He quickly hurried back to his horse, which was patiently watching him. With a bite of his hip, and a blue tinted face of cold and embarrassment, he hopped onto his horse. She quickly trotted down the path they came from. Only now, his need seemed to worsen threefold. His fingers, numb from the cold, dug into his crotch. He steered his horse every so often, winding down the mansion path into the main road. He tried to search for a private spot, but even in the outskirts of the sprawling town, there seemed to be humanoids littered everywhere.
"How big is this place?" he whispered, bright green eyes wide with wonder.
He fidgeted constantly, as the stables drew into view. His face grew hopeful, but a strong sensation overcame his body. Horrified, he felt his muscles spasm. A long dribble of piss shot down his neg.
"Fuck-! We're so close!" he muttered, clamping his muscles as hard as he could.
He bent over in effort, as his hand tried to hold his liquids in as best as he could. No amount of fidgeting could keep him comfortable. Finally, they arrived at the quiet barn doors. The sky was now a dark indigo, casting frightening shadows on the land down below. Biting his lip, and scrunching his face in concentration, he tried his best to delicately fold his legs over his horse. With attempted delicate precision, he flopped onto the ground.
Instantaneously, he felt his muscles loosen. Relief swept through his body.
"No, no, no," he whined, feeling the shame of assorted eyes scanning him, "Not now!"
Too late. A loud rush of liquids broke the peaceful silence of the country night. He tightly bit his lip, as he tried to tighten his muscles. However, they had given up. Liquid pooled into his underwear, than soaked his pants. Shame clashed with relief. Warm piss sloshed against his legs, creating a distinct stain. Despite his efforts to keep quiet, a moan escaped his lips. An indescribable amount of liquid burst out of him. Finally, after what seemed like a very long minute, he could hear the final droplets of piss hit the now soaked dirt.
Swallowing the shameful lump in his throat, he croaked, "Well, um... This is inconvenient."
He detested the part of him that wanted to do it again. He reasoned that it was because the air was cold, and his liquids weren't. However, the stiff feeling in his groin seemed to cancel that theory. With shaking legs, he wobbled over to his intently watching horse, and unlocked the barn door. A waft of horse stench and hay filled his nostrils. He, however, was used to it. They waltzed over to the pen. Knowing what to do, she wandered into it. He took off her reigns, and set it on a hook.
He was about to turn around and face criticism from his mother, when he heard a voice claim, "Hey, Erian!"
He whipped around, fearful that somebody was going to make fun of him.
"Who said that?" he squeaked.
"Me," confidently stated his horse.
His bright green eyes widened. His throat grew dry, as his face took on a more embarrassed blue.
He shrieked, "Macy?! I thought talking horses were only legend!"
"Well," she explained, "I guess not."
The man gawked at his horse, who looked very amused. He sputtered out nonsense words.
"Anyway," she continued, "I just wanted to thank you for today."
He blinked, confused.
"You treat me so well. My riders before you used to beat me. You talk to me! And I appreciate that."
He whimpered a small thank you.
"Do you know what else I appreciate? You putting on that show a minute ago. I was bored. Like, really bored. Walking in the same town every day gets boring! However, when you were wiggling and moaning, I was like, "Wow! Is he going going to make it or nah?" Also, the moaning was a good plus."
She bounced her eyebrows.
"Anyway, Erian, you're a good man. Keep at it."
He felt a surge of both confidence and humiliation. At least she wasn't mentioning the liquids part.
"Also," she mentioned, "You stink."
"You too, pea-brain," he drawled, feeling worn out from the new experiences he was having.
He slowly turned around, quietly slinking to the door.
"Did you mean p-e-e brain, or p-e-a brain?" she called after him, as he shut the door.
He sighed, as he turned around back to the path. He gazed into the dark sky, shimmering with stars. He thought he was going to be walking home with one problem, but ended up walking home with two.
Thanks for reading my clusterfuck! (That's a cool word; people should use it more.) |
Sorry, not sorry about this one. Wings of Fire deserves some golden love too. I've found nothing on the internet.
A quick idea that wouldn't leave my mind until I wrote and uploaded it.
This was a quick two-hour idea, so I hope it holds up.
Glorious relief
Rainwings were lazy. A fact Glory had the pleasure to confirm once again. No other party in her honor would see the guests taking a mid-party nap, leaving her alone with her slightly confused Nightwing guests. Them and Jambu as the sole source of feverish pink entertainment cracking jokes that only prompted slight nods.
A very small and suppressed part of her wanted to join in but as queen she had an image to keep for the whole lazy tribe.
A black paw from behind set down a bowl of pale yellow juice. A shiver went down all the way to her tail along with a tiny stripe of white color at the sight of the liquid. She had suppressed something else for these last hours. All the juicy ripe fruit and drink gathered in her bladder.
“It’s not poisoned,” Deathbringer said from behind and pointed at her bowl, raising his own.
“You know I’m not a dragon of poisons,” he added, “Not drinking would be rude wouldn’t it?” He downed his bowl in one big gulp. Glory wearily eyed the bowl and raised it to her lips. “To not being poisoned by my own bodyguard,” she said. The sour juice ran down her tongue and it took all her might to stop her face from twisting.
“You are a nuisance,” she said and watched Deathbringer’s face twist and turn.
“Pretty sour isn’t it?” he said.
“What kind of bodyguard tries to embarrass his queen?” she asked, her face tinging yellow, but Deathbringer had already vanished into the shadows.
She shook her head with a faint smile and returned to whatever pointless conversation she had to endure next.
Hours went by and the need to water the flowers rose with every minute. Drinking that sour juice hadn’t helped at all.
Rainwings didn’t care much for sanitation. “The village is up in the trees, who cares about a little more rain?” A mindset so fitting for these lazy scales. Glory was used to holding it for hours on end, relieving herself when the village slept and nobody would see her. A queen can’t be seen relieving herself, although the former queens did not share that sentiment. She had seen a golden arc fly from Dazzling’s hammock and wished that could be her right now.
The palace grew louder and fuller as the Rainwings returned from their midday nap. Glory pressed her legs together and the white streaks off her scales as an orange-pink Rainwing poured juice hanging upside down from the ceiling into held out bowls below. He missed most of them, causing it to splash and patter onto the weaved floor and seep downwards.
An unnerving sound to her swollen bladder. Most of the gathered dragons were either cursing him or laughing, paying little attention to her. A chance to slip outside.
Her scales shifted to a dull brown, one that no Queen would ever wear, and slipped through the masses and the door. She turned right and ducked behind a wall, her scales camouflaging to match its color. Staying dead silent and still she waited. No one had followed her. A ripple of pinkish-white coursed through her body. Her bladder rested rock hard in her abdomen.
Gazing around she found a secluded platform further down. He didn’t like the idea but her bladder could not wait too much longer. Spreading her wings she glided downwards near silently, peeking and watching the Rainwings above her. No one had noticed her slipping away.
Her tired bladder muscles relaxed near-immediately as her claws reached the platform.
“The queen is running from her own party?” A voice asked from the shadow of a tree. Her muscles clenched, stopping the near immediate release. “Deathbringer!” she hissed and swayed around.
If it was only him she’d happily continue but he took her worry straight out of her head.
“I’ve brought your whole guard just in case,” he said and Glory spotted them hiding among the trees and platforms in camouflage all around her. Of course, he did.
“Three moons Deathbringer, you don’t have to bring my whole guard because I’m out to get a whiff of fresh air!” Glory hissed and sat down to stop her legs from trembling and giving away her predicament.
Deathbringer jumped from the shadows and landed next to her, dancing around as if he’d won a bet.
“Fresh air? On a secluded platform in camouflage?”
“You know how some of them are, can’t get some peace and quiet unless they are asleep,” she said.
He nodded and smirked. He had surely noticed the thin stripes of white coursing through her scales and was teasing her. Her lower body stung painfully.
“I’m here because we have a situation,” he said and his expression hardened. Glory’s mind snapped to attention. If he was serious, it was serious and she had no time to worry about her bodily needs.
“What is it?”
“An audience, now.”
“Who?” She asked and stretched her wings in preparation to take off. A painful spasm and a flash of white went through her body. Why did it have to be now? She would cut the audience short and duck away into on of her chambers afterwards. The floor in her rooms was a weaved mesh of vines and twigs, it would seep right through. And it had a door for privacy, a rarity in this village.
“I think it’s best if you see for yourself,” Deathbringer said and they took off, heading towards the audience chamber. Every beat of her wings sent a white pink shiver through her body as it strained her bladder. A vine broke loose and she ducked beneath. She gasped as the sudden movement forced a few drops of urine to leave her bladder.
Maybe she should admit it, grasp onto the next tree and paint the bark a deep yellow. The mere idea had her lose another few drops. She could command them all to forget it afterward. She was the Queen, they had to obey- These were the Rainwings she was talking about. They’d tell everybody that queen Glory had them forget that she pissed on a tree. No, that wasn’t an option.
Deathbringer turned right, away from the route to the audience chamber. “Don’t worry, I had them brought to my secret audience chamber,” he said.
“You have a secret audience chamber now?”
“You could also call it my new hut.”
A few endless minutes later Deathbringer’s hut came into view. A standard weave of vines and twigs, built into the side of a big tree. To her surprise it had a sizeable sunspot outside, the builders had probably forgotten that he didn’t need one.
Glory found no sign of any dragon waiting for them. No guards, nothing. Deathbringer flicked his tail. “To your positions,” he commanded her invisible guard. A slight fluttered in the air and they had all gone.
Deathbringer landed first barged inside with no introduction, nothing. Just who was waiting for them? Why the secrecy? Glory landed outside and forced her scales to take on a royal mix of emerald green and blue. Her left leg twitched against her will as her bladder protested against waiting any longer. A sweet flowery scent wafted from the hut.
She stepped through the thick entrance vines and exhaled in amusement. Her scales turned an amused yellow. “What are you doing?” she laughed and desperately clenched her legs as another drop found its way to the floor.
Deathbringer lay on a massive leaf bed with some kind of pinkish flower in his mouth. Petals lined the way from the entrance to the bed.
“Really? Are you trying to be romantic? This is unexpected, if not embarrassing,” Glory said and wiped the petals sticking to her claws.
“I’m saving you from your boring party. You know I’ve been planning this. Like my new hut? It has a queen sized bed unlike the “royal” chamber. I had some ideas on how to do this. But I reckoned kidnapping you would be a bad idea. And aren’t these flowers romantic?” He asked and played with one of the petals. His smile turned to a smirk.
“They aren’t. You might’ve noticed the sweet scent that’s slowly numbing your muscles. And that the sour juice earlier was indeed a little poisonous. A diuretic.” A flash of pain shot over his face.
“What ARE you doing?” Glory hissed. Her legs shook unmistakably as her rock hard bladder pushing against her fading strength.
“Because I know you like it. Don’t think I didn’t notice those streaks of pink dancing around your stomach whenever you hold it past a reasonable time. You enjoy being pushed to your limit don’t you?” he smiled and she returned it.
“You can go kiss my ass. This was a setup,” she squirmed and the suppressed flashes of pink became obvious.
“With pleasure. But-” he stopped mid sentence and jumped off the bed, legs clenched together.
“I see how it is,” Glory said and stepped up to him. “You are trying to prove that you can hold on longer than I can. That was a terrible plan.”
They both stood facing each other, trembling, faces contorted in pain. A hot knife slid through her insides.
“These flowers are a bit much aren’t they?” Deathbringer said and took a waddling step towards her. “Why don’t we both go at the same time, so nobody loses?” he asked and Glory nodded reluctantly. That was a compromise the was fine with right now.
“On three,” she said. “One, two, three.” She clenched her floodgates, barring them their promised release. Deathbringer did the same.
“That worked out like expected,” he laughed. Glory pounced forwards and tackled the surprised Deathbringer. They rolled through the petals until he came to a stop with Glory sitting on top of him.
Her muscles burned and she smiled down at him. “I’m not sorry,” she said and slumped down on top of him as all her muscles relaxed.
“Likewise,” Deathbringer cooed. Hot liquid spread between them and it was impossible to tell who had given in first. An orgasmic sense of relief and comfort flooded Glory’s mind as she nestled her head down next to Deathbringer’s. “Ohhhh,” she moaned in relief. Her thick stream drummed against his belly and his steadily climbed higher up her thigh like a steaming hot tongue.
Their combined lakes spread below Deathbringer, pooling in his outstretched wings and seeping through the weaved floor. The flowing warmth trapped between them was unlike anything she had felt before. She didn’t want her stream to die down, but it did. His was going strong, now aiming straight past her side and hitting her wing.
“Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?” Glory asked when her sense of relief died down enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Have you seen your color? I didn’t know you could reach that vibrant shade of pink,” he answered. All she could do was smile. Her insides burned with pleasure, twitching as she slid over his soft scales to sit back up. The last remnants of his stream rolled down her inner thigh and tickled her.
She inspected her surroundings. They were both a steaming hot mess. The sharp scent in the air sent waves of pleasurable pink down her sides.
“As your queen, you are the one responsible for the cleanup,” Glory said. She smirked and a mischievous yellow mixed into the vibrant pink. “And as punishment for misleading me, you’ll use your tongue. You’ll start with me.”
“As you wish my queen,” Deathbringer said and bowed slightly upwards.
A twig cracked in one of the windows and they both spun around. “I, uh, forgot my position,” a voice whispered.
“That was the code for leaving us alone until tomorrow,” Deathbringer sighed. Glory turned a shocked bright green and then switched to camouflaging herself.
“Great, now I’m an exhibitionist,” Deathbringer murmured.
“You do not mention what happened here to anyone, ever! If you do I’ll take away your sun time for a month, am I clear!” Glory shouted at the poor Rainwing switching colors like a deranged rainbow.
“Yes,” they whimpered and vanished.
A few seconds of silence passed until Glory reappeared, the pink slightly faded.
“The party is still going. How about a rematch on my terms, after a bath?” she suggested.
“I do like my odds of winning.” |
Hello. I am not the author of this story. This is one of many stories from Shara & Ger´s Female Desperation web page. It´s long but it worth it. Enjoy...
The fog was lifting from the skyline, the fir trees outlined against the hazy early-morning sky. The far window in the room was open, the fresh smell of pine needles and the pure mountain air wafting through the small room. The dormitory was eerily silent at this hour, the sun was just coming up and most of the dorm's inhabitants were still cozily in bed, sleeping. Elizabeth got up out of her bed, quietly stretched her limber arms to the ceiling, trying not to wake her roommate. She yawned and looking at the clock on her makeshift desk, pulled off her pink underwear and lavender nightshirt and stumbled sleepily into the shower. Her roommate lay in bed, still asleep while Elizabeth started her day. Towel wrapped around her, Elizabeth walks out of the shower and turns on the small coffee maker they had in their room, then heads over to the dresser to find a clean uniform for the day. Dropping the towel to the floor, she looks at her body in the full length mirror, her shoulder length dark brown hair shining, still wet. Her dark nipples grow erect as the morning breeze gently blows across her naked body as she stands in the dorm room. She looks wistfully at her boobs, wishing her 34B's were another cup size larger. She grabs the forecast sheet she took the earlier night from the office. Light winds from the west, 5-10 mph, mostly sunny with a high in the upper 80's- a hot day ahead. She hunts through her dresser drawer and selects a pair of light yellow panties, puts them on and admires her toned body in the mirror. Her ripped abs, chiseled from many days in kickboxing class shone with a bead or two of water from her shower. Her panties, snugly tight against her crotch, outlined her mound and her mass of dark pubic hair was matted down beneath the cotton/lycra fabric, visible through the faint yellow color of her underwear. She briefly touched herself through her panties, her fingers softly stroking the soft fabric clinging to her most private parts. She felt a tingle rush through her, and she wished she had time to explore herself further. She loved looking at her body for some reason, and laughed at the thought of the other park rangers always staring at her when they walked by. If they could see her now, she thought, laughing inside. Her roommate still slept calmly in the other bed, and now the coffee was done. Elizabeth's long slender legs walked gracefully across the room to the coffee maker, then she sat down in her chair and quietly drank her first cup of coffee for the morning. She glanced out the window, hoping nobody was spying on her as she was still topless, read a little of the book she was reading, then stood back up and finished dressing. Against park ranger regulations, she skipped her bra, hoping a supervisor wouldn't be looking that closely, and she put on the medium tan colored uniform shirt of the park ranger service. She glanced around, trying to remember where she had put her olive green colored uniform slacks, then found them, and slid the tight slacks up her legs. A pair of socks and her hiking boots, and she was dressed. She walked over to her roommate's mini refrigerator and took a pair of liter bottles of water out of the compartment in the door and placed them on the ledge near the door. Glancing at the clock, she realized she had a little more time before she'd have to clock in, and she sat back down and poured her second cup of coffee for the morning and went back to her book for another fifteen minutes. Another glance at the clock, and Elizabeth knew it was time to go. She double-checked the assignment sheet for the morning- she had the South entrance station. A 15-minute walk, and it was a nice day. She grabbed her water, threw it in the backpack she carried, put on her nametag and silently headed out the door, leaving her roommate to sleep. Another mid summer day for Elizabeth was about to begin, one of many during her summer job as a park ranger for a national park. While the pay wasn't great, the experience was a great asset and looked good on her resume. As she strolled out of the employee dormitory onto the dirt path and headed to the ranger station at the south entrance, she looked up at the morning sky, the clouds now breaking apart as the sun started shining. It looked like it might be a warm day, but Elizabeth loved nature and the outdoors, and this was the ultimate job. Hopefully, she thought, when she finished college with her forestry degree, she'd be able to go full time with benefits and have a career in the great outdoors. As she headed along the path to the station she stopped to admire the two deer picking at grass at the roadside's edge, unaware of her presence. Such beautiful animals they were, with their fur glowing in the morning light. Elizabeth turned up the entrance road and headed to the south station. The north station was far busier; this one was a little more remote, but it could still get busy at times, and she was the only park ranger assigned to it for the day. They were going to renovate the south entrance and add some facilities for guests there; right now it was a small guard shack and not much else except a faded yellow porta-potty across the road in the trees that served as the bathroom during the day. Elizabeth came up onto the guard shack, used her key to open the door and stepped into the shack, pulling up the chair near the shacks window where she's sit for the day, collecting the day use fee from any guests who'd arrive in their cars. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but all the rangers on summer internship had to share in the duties; not every day was leading tour groups or manning the information center at the major lookouts in the park. Elizabeth checked her watch and looked over at the porta potty in the woods. The two cups of her morning coffee were slowly making their way to the young woman's bladder, and she thought about heading over and getting a quick morning pee in before the day started, but she hated the dirty porta potty and decided she'd hold it until lunch hour or later on if she had to. She hated the smell inside anyway.
A half hour later, the first car of the day pulled up. Elizabeth leaned out the window and greeted the older gentleman in the car. She had recognized his face; he had done some photography for the park service and was probably going to take some more early morning pictures before the sun rose too far. She sat back and noticed that already the morning heat was getting stifling in the small shack, and she reached down to her backpack at her feet and pulled out the first liter bottle of water and started drinking it. As she filled her stomach with the cool water, her body rapidly took in the fluids, while her kidneys processed her earlier liquids. By 8am, one hour since she'd gotten there, Elizabeth had to take a pee. She looked over at the dirty porta potty again, grimaced at the thought, and since she didn't have to go THAT badly yet, she decided to hold her pee and wait until lunch if she could. "Too bad I wasn't at the north entrance," she thought to herself, thinking about the indoor restroom in the building next to the guard shack there. She sipped some more of the water, mindlessly staring out the window, looking at the next group of cars coming down the road to the shack. She crossed her legs; she was starting to have to use the bathroom a bit worse now, an hour and a half since she had sipped her last cup of morning coffee, and the tourists were starting to arrive. It seemed busier at the south entrance than normal, especially for this time in the morning, she thought.
"Hi. That will be 5 dollars," Elizabeth said with a smile. The harried mother shuffled through her purse and paid the ranger, taking the park map and speeding off down the entrance road. "Figures. Another family rushing in here just so they can rush home, missing everything because they are always hurrying," Elizabeth mumbled under her breath. "Hi. That will be 5 dollars. How are you folks today?" she asked the group of Japanese tourists. They paid her and smiled, obviously not understanding her English. She tapped her foot on the wooden floor of the booth. She wished the cars would stop so she could run across the road to the porta potty. 10 o'clock now, and Elizabeth badly needed to pee. "Hi. That will be 5 dollars, how are you this morning?" she asked the next family as they pulled up. Some usual questions and they were off. It was getting warmer, and Elizabeth mindlessly grabbed her water, only to find the bottle empty. She looked at it and couldn't believe she finished it already. She tossed it into the recycling bin outside the other wall of her station and grabbed the second liter of water from her backpack. She'd definitely have to go buy some more when she went on her lunch break at noon if she was going to get through the long afternoon, she thought.
"Damn, another car. Can't catch a restroom break this morning," she mumbled under her breath, momentarily placing her hand between her legs as she squeezed her thighs together. "Hi. How are you doing? That will be 5 dollars. Yes, 3 miles up the road and take the first left, and you'll find a bathroom there." Elizabeth winced at her last answer. She wished she could use the bathroom; her bladder was filling rapidly with the two cups of coffee and liter of bottled water she had already drank this morning. Three more cars, and then she probably figured that would be it for a while, and she could run across to the porta potty before she had an accident in her pants, she thought. She tried to relax, but the swelling in her bladder was a constant now, letting her know that her body was requesting some relief of the pent up urine kept prisoner inside of her. "Hi. That will be 5 dollars. Thank you. Yes, 3 miles up the road and take a left." Two more cars, she thought, two more cars. "Hi, that's 5 dollars please. Yes, the visitor center is 3 miles up the road. No, your dog can't come on the trails but you are welcome to walk it in the parking lot of the center. Yes sir, the center is open until 7pm tonight. No sir. Yes sir. Have a nice day." "Jesus," she thought, tapping her feet as she noticed her bladder swell inside of her, "what dumb questions that guy asked." The last car pulled up. Relief was near. "Hi. That will be 5 dollars. Yes. No, it's only $8 if you are pulling a camper. Yes, 3 miles up the road and you'll find the public restrooms there." She looked in the car and saw the couple's younger teenage girl squirming badly in the back seat, obviously in need of a bathroom, Elizabeth thought, just like herself. The car drove off, and Elizabeth stood up and immediately noticed how badly she needed to pee. Smelly or not, she needed to quickly relieve herself right now and she walked quickly across the road to the porta potty, hoping no cars would pull up right then. She crossed the ditch and headed to the faded yellow plastic door. She grabbed the handle and pulled, and suddenly realized it was locked. The padlock was on it. Swearing, she fumbled with her keys, trying to find a key that would unlock it. She stood there, moving her feet, feeling her bladder start to scream inside of her; it must have known how close she was to a toilet, and her bladder wanted to release that pee, now! None of the keys fit. Elizabeth stood there, not believing her bad luck, and for a moment thought about heading behind the large boulder and just peeing there in the grass; she really had to go so very badly, but then she saw a group of hikers heading along the edge near the boulder. She was stuck, having to pee very badly with a locked porta potty right in front of her. She swore loudly and sheepishly headed back to the shack, her body now demanding release, her urine rapidly stretching her bladder to the limit, her slacks feeling tighter as her tummy swelled from the pressure. She sat down, sitting relieved the pain a little, and then she saw the next line of cars approach. She needed to call the ranger station and request a break, or she was going to end up peeing her pants, she thought, and even with that thought in her mind she absent mindedly reached for the water bottle and took a long gulp to quench her thirst from the morning's heat.
"Hi, that will be 5 dollars, Yes, Thank you," she said, noticing the flirtatious look the young men in the last car had given her. True, she thought, she did get the attention of the guys and sometimes the dads too. Right now she just wanted to find a bathroom, and she grabbed the phone and dialed the number for the ranger station up at the visitors center. "Station, this is Ranger Smith," the voice on the other end of the line answered. "Yes, this is Elizabeth down at the south gate. Could you send somebody down here for a break as soon as you can please?" Elizabeth asked, trying not to show the urgency of her situation to the other ranger.
"Okay, South entrance, right? Yea, I'll have someone come along any minute, everything okay down there?"
"Yes, although it's been pretty busy. How's it going up at North?" she asked. "They're slammed, cars backed up for a mile. Some convention or something, they all decided to come here today. We might get record attendance today," the other ranger replied.
"Okay, well thanks," and Elizabeth hung up the phone. A few minutes, and a ranger would drive down the road with a truck and she'd be able to take the truck up to the visitor's center and relieve her pounding bladder. The thought of releasing all that trapped pee within her body went through her mind. She really wasn't one to be able to hold her pee THAT long, and she had always worried about being caught somewhere and not finding a bathroom. She remembered her roommate telling her how she had peed in her uniform giving a wildlife hike one day when she had drank too much water on the trail and forgotten to use the bathroom at the trail-head, and how the hikers all saw her pee in her uniform right there. Elizabeth and her friends had endlessly teased her roommate for months, laughing at the shame that girl experienced. Now Elizabeth wondered if it would come back to haunt her as she felt her bladder stretch inside and send a pulse of pain through her abdomen as her pee desperately wanted to escape her body. She clenched her muscles and held back, realizing now she was in an emergency situation and had to pee so badly she knew she could not hold on much longer. She hadn't wet her pants in many years, but remembered once as a 13 year old peeing in her shorts in the mall in front of all of her friends and getting teased about it. Elizabeth clenched her muscles harder, fighting off another pang of pressure overtaking her struggling body. "Where the hell is that relief?" she asked loudly, looking out the window to see if the other ranger would be coming soon. She absolutely needed to use the bathroom badly, and couldn't wait much longer. Elizabeth started to call the station again when the phone rang. "Yes?" Elizabeth answered, desperate to use the bathroom and squirming in her chair, holding back the torrent of pee within her.
"This is Ranger Nelson up at the center. We've had an incident here; somebody tripped on the gift shop floor and we can't send anybody down there right now. Can you hold out until lunch? It's only an hour away, and then I should be able to send someone down to relieve you." Elizabeth froze in panic. An hour, she thought. Could she hold back her throbbing pee for an hour? She realized she had no choice, and desponded replied in the phone that she could wait until lunch but that if anyone got free she could use the break sooner.
"Have to pee, huh, laughed the ranger.
"Yea, actually, yea," Elizabeth said sheepishly in return. "Could you hurry? The porta potty here is locked and I don't have the right stupid key", she said, a hint of desperation in her voice.
"Well, just hold on, I'll get someone down there as soon as I can. It's pretty bad up here, this old lady is screaming and her husband is freaking out and I don't have anybody to send right now."
"Okay, I'll be okay," Elizabeth lied, feeling the unrelenting pressure building further within her shaking body, her pee screaming for relief, her girlhood swollen and tense and her muscles clenched. Her dark green uniform slacks pressed tightly against her tummy, making the feeling of desperation worse. Elizabeth needed to pee so badly, and there was no relief in sight. 45 minutes to go, she thought, and here came the next group of cars- a long line this time. Elizabeth tensed her muscles, tried to stop squirming in the chair and concentrated on holding back the river of pee inside of her bladder, filling like an overflowing lake behind a dam that prevented the water from releasing. Elizabeth had not had to use the bathroom this badly since she peed her pants at the mall 6 years ago, and she shuddered at the thought of having an accident in her pants as an adult. The first car pulled up to the guardhouse. "Hi. That will be five dollars. Thank you." The next car, and after that came then the next. Elizabeth could not stop from squirming in her seat; her bladder was swollen to the very limit, the edges stretched, her urethra desperately wanting to release the hot urine within her bladder into the outside world. She pressed one hand hard against her pee hole through her slacks, trying to press up and in, keeping her muscles clenched as she felt a wave of pressure run through her body, causing her to almost lose control, but somehow managing to hold back at the last moment. Elizabeth was in panic, and she knew she would be having an accident if relief didn't come soon. She glanced up at the clock as the next car pulled up. 11:30. Thirty minutes more until lunch break. She clasped her free hand tighter against her crotch and she tapped her feet violently on the floor as she tried to hold off another burst of pressure that singed like a red-hot knife through her throbbing body. She again managed to hold back the impending surge of pee somehow, and the pressure passed. She took a deep breath, somehow managing to deal with the sharp stinging pain within her as her bladder cried out desperately for relief. The next car was a large family- with lots of questions. Elizabeth struggled as she answered the many questions, trying as hard as she could to smile and maintain a professional attitude while the inside of her body violently screamed for the relief of her distended bladder. "God I HAVE TO PEEEEE!!!" she thought to herself, struggling against all odds as her bladder again sent explosive signals of pain through her body, making her feel like her pee was at the very edge of her pee hole, trapped within her, trapped behind her yellow panties and green uniform slacks, unable to escape. She violently shook, trying to hold back the urge, and again managed to control herself while the pain increased. "Hi. That will be five dollars. Yes, three miles up and too your left. Thank you!" Another car. The pressure increased. Elizabeth didn't dare take her one hand away from her crotch; she feared if she did that she would instantly pee into her clothing from the immense desperation she was feeling. 11:45. 15 more minutes. She was still thirsty, and finished the last of her second liter of water. Her bladder screamed in protest as her kidneys processed more urine. Her bladder could not stretch much further without exploding, and the searing intense pressure within her body was almost too much for her to take. Her knees were pressed together, her feet tapping on the floor, her butt squirming in the seat, her hand pressed hard against her pee hole, her body totally desperate from the massive water consumption that morning, all without a bathroom break she normally would have taken hours ago. Another car. "Hi. That will be five dollars," she somehow managed to say, fighting back yet another urge to void, her bladder signaling immediate distress. Only her years of kickboxing and running that had built up her muscles kept her dry; any other girl would have been uncontrollably peeing into her pants at this point, but the immense pain and discomfort was almost too much for Elizabeth. 5 more minutes, she thought, taking short breaths as her bladder struggled with the ocean of hot pee inside of it. "Hi, that will be five dollars. Yes, there is a public bathroom up at the visitor's center. No, there isn't anything here. I'm sorry, it's just a short drive," Elizabeth explained. The young couple was striking, but the guy's girlfriend sat anxiously in the front seat, her hands pressed against her khaki shorts, obviously struggling with her own bladder. "Ha. And you think YOU have to go pee," Elizabeth sarcastically said as the last car drove through. She looked around, wishing for any sign of her relief. Finally, 12 noon. Nobody. She squirmed in her seat as she looked around. She'd just have to run for the rock; there was no way she could hold in her pee any longer. She grimaced and screamed as she barely controlled her bladders last violent contraction and somehow she managed to keep from uncontrollably peeing into her underwear. She had to pee so badly, she stood up and rushed out of the guard shack, almost peeing into her slacks as she stood up as the pain increased, and right as she got to the ditch she saw a park ranger walking down from the other end of the road. She froze, her bladder still screaming and her legs pressed together but happy to finally see some relief. Then she panicked. Where was the truck? She prayed he had the key to the porta potty.
"Hi. I'm Jaspere. I'm your relief, so go have fun!" the young gentleman replied. Elizabeth had seen him before at a party, but didn't know him.
"Hey, Thanks. Um. By the way, do you happen to have the key to the bathroom here? I have to go pretty bad!" she admitted, blushing as she said it, knowing there was no way she could walk the 15 minutes back to the dorms without having an accident in her pants.
"Huh? Nobody told me about that. I'm sorry. I didn't know that was why you needed the break. Guess you better get going then", said the man, a bulge forming in his pants as he realized how desperate the young and very attractive park ranger was.
"Shit. Okay, I'm outta here, I'll be back at one!" Elizabeth said, leaving her backpack behind and heading down the path back to the dormitory. Her first steps almost caused her to burst; the immense pain inside of her made it hard to walk. The very act of moving her legs caused her bladder to violently contract a little, and she panicked, trying to hold back the stream of pee inside of her. She looked around, desperate, unable to continue, her bladder thrashing, screaming, protesting as it reached the very limit and demanded release NOW. She had to pee so badly that at any other time she knew she would have been peeing her pants. She couldn't believe how she had been able to hold it in so long, but she knew there were only minutes left before she'd be urinating into her clothes as a fully-grown adult of 19 years, and she didn't want that to happen. Over there, she saw a large tree. She started to head over when around the bend a group of hikers came into view. "Crap!" Elizabeth swore- clutching at her crotch, her legs pressed tight together, unable to move in fear of peeing right there and then. She tried to take a few more steps and almost wet herself right there, barely able to hold back the incredible shrieking pain inside of her. The group of hikers started walking towards Elizabeth, coming much closer.
"Shit," she thought, trying to hold herself together. She hoped they didn't have many questions, as she stood there, struggling with her overloaded bladder, waiting in the middle of the dirt road for them to approach. She barely kept herself from peeing as another violent wave of pee pressure overtook her struggling body.
As they came closer, Elizabeth recognized them, a girls camp group, and here on a weekend retreat. The leader had caught Elizabeth's eye; she was about 28, blonde hair, and very pretty, her stocky but sexy legs in a pair of very short shorts. The rest of the group were younger girls, all wearing backpacks too big for them and wearing the same color light tan short shorts with a light blue T shirt a logo on it. The leader came over to Elizabeth, who tried to stand up straight and look professional, her body panicking inside.
"Hi. We saw you the other day. We wondered if you could tell us the best route to the lake trail over here on the map?" Elizabeth looked at the trail map and started to explain the choices. Halfway through her explanation, a violent sensation overcame her as the surge of pee pressure overtook her and she tried desperately to control her pee. She started shaking and was holding the leader's map so she couldn't rush her hand to her crotch to hold back the impending stream, and she felt another surge run through her body, but this time she couldn't control it. She tapped her feet, stood there squirming as she held the map, and felt the first burst of pee escape from her burning pee hole and escape her clenched girlhood. She shook violently and somehow forced her pee hole closed, peeing only a second into her clothing. She glanced down and saw in horror the very obvious two-inch wet spot on her upper inner left thigh where her vagina had been aiming the burst of pee. She felt another wave overtake her, and tried to answer the woman's questions, but suddenly fest another spurt of pee escape. The small jet of pee burst through her yellow panties and a small trickle ran down her left thigh and stopped after a small stream formed. Elizabeth knew she was losing control, and tried with all her might to hold back the increasing contractions within her bladder.
"Yes, I think given the size of your gr-uhm a group" Elizabeth stumbled on her words as another jet of pee rushed through her pants, a very obvious 5 inch wet mark on her inner left thigh appearing, along with the shiny wetness that surely was obvious to anyone looking that the park ranger was beginning to have a pee accident. Elizabeth tried to continue.
"Yes, the northern trail would be better. Have a nice day!" she managed, forcing a smile as she died inside, peeing another 2-second burst into her clothing. Her panties now were soaked at her crotch and her olive medium dark green slacks were obviously wet at the crotch and marks of wet pee appeared on her left leg. She looked at the group of girls and suddenly realized they were pointing at her, giggling.
"Wow, she's like totally peeing her pants!" one red headed girl in very short shorts said.
Elizabeth blushed, and suddenly she cried out, "Oh my God, I'm sorryyy," and Elizabeth's screaming bladder finally won the battle, and she started to pee, first jets of pee lasting 3 seconds, then as she tried to hold them back but ultimately couldn't, her bladder increased and the pressure of her hot pee increased, and the next few bursts of pee were 4 seconds long each, soaking her panties and the crotch area of her slacks. A dark, wide pee stain was slowly spreading down Elizabeth's left leg, and then she totally lost control. The other girls and the leader suddenly looked at the poor desperate park ranger while Elizabeth lost it and started peeing uncontrollably into her pants. Pee gushed out of her crotch, her pee hole enlarged with the pressure as hot pee streamed out of her, through the fabric of her damp panties, into and through the fabric of her uniform pants. The dark wet stains of her pee as pee shot out of her body and flooded through the uniform pants fabric glistened in the high noon sun. She was peeing like a fire hydrant, her bladder pumping ounce after ounce of warm streaming pee out of her tortured pee hole, pee thrashing into her clothes, exploding through the fabric, running down both of her legs now, puddling on the ground. 19 years old, attractive, and a first year park ranger, Elizabeth was peeing her pants- in public- in front of strangers. She started to cry, and then screamed in anguish, and ran off, embarrassed and humiliated as the group of girls started to laugh, her clothes obviously wet from her pee accident.
Elizabeth made it back to the employee dorms, only to find her room locked and her roommate gone. Elizabeth stood there with pee soaked clothing sticking to her legs, and cried. She had forgotten her key in her backpack back at the guardhouse. Sobbing violently, she released the rest of her pee into her clothes, emptying her bladder as her uniform dripped with her pee, and she headed down the hall to get the supervisor to let her in the room. As soon as she rounded the corner she entered the lunch room full of people, all park rangers and park staff, who saw the pretty 5'8" dark haired park ranger, standing there, tears in her eyes, sweat on her forehead, with peed in pants, wet marks everywhere, leaving a trail of wet footprints in the carpet behind her. Elizabeth stood there, humiliated, and sobbed like a newborn baby, having a nervous breakdown as she headed sheepishly back to her room to take a shower and change out of her pee soaked clothes. |
One more story from my youth!
Years ago i made a car trip with one of my girlfriends. Lisa was her name. For me she had a perfekt body, she was very slim exactly how i like the girls.
We had many similar interests, i did like her very much, but she was more a girl for my body than for my heart. Our journey should bring us to some cities in Europe.
We started at 6 am. We had enough to drink and to eat in our car, the petrol tank was full, so it was not really necessary to stop for some hours.
It was about 10 am as Lisa said " can we please stop anywhere? I need to wee!"
OMG, how did i like to hear this! She needed to wee, the bladder of this slim girl next to me was full. How bad was Lisa needing to wee, how full was her bladder?
For me not and never full enough, so i wanted to make her hold!
I teased her and said "Oh my little girl need a wee!? Did you not have your morning pee?"
I had my morning pee, but it is hours ago and i had a lot of coffee and any juice" she answered.
"I don`t want to stop just for a wee, you are a big girl, i think you can hold it until lunch!?" i said.
"Girls have a strong bladder, girls are good in holding, you are a big girl, hold it!" i told her.
"Why do your boys always say something stupid like that?" she said angry. Girls have a bladder like boys and girls need to wee like boys if their bladder is full, where should be the difference? The only difference is that girls are sometimes forced to hold it because they have less opportunities to wee, but that does not mean that they would not have to.
"That is exactly what i mean, girls have sometimes to hold it because the circumstances and for that they should train to hold it, they should train to endure a full bladder for hours if it is necessary.
"I think we should use this journey to train your bladder, no wee for you until after lunch!" i said. After that she was a little bit quiet. She was shifting in her seat so that her short skirt was sliding up on her slender, nude thighs nearly up to her panties.
I could see it on her upper thighs how she tensed her muscles with all her power to keep her pee hole shut and to keep her panty dry.
I loved to see her suffer and she did know that. She looked at me and said "now you tortured me long enough let me wee, i am needing it so bad".
"No!!! Hold it, it will be a good training for you, are you really that full down there" i said and pressed my hand in her belly. I could feel that her bladder was bulging and tensed, like a girls bladder always should be.
At noon she said that it would be time for a lunch. I told her that she would not like to stop for something to eat, i told her that she just wanted to stop for to piss.
"Yes, yes i need to piss" she said loud and consequent, i am needing to wee since hours, my bladder is full to burst, my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad and you want let me go. That is not more funny, stop and let me pee".
"Just a little longer, you can endure that" i said and did drive past one service place and then past an other. Her pretty, slim legs was twisted as i finally stopped at about 1pm. Lisa told me that she could not get out of the car, she would start to wee as soon she would give her legs apart.
I grumbled with her and said that is exactly what i mean, if she would be good trained, she would not have a problem to get out, she would be able to hold it, like girls should be able at such a situation.
She did get out with both hands pressed hard between her thighs. She was standing beside my car with her legs tight crossed and then, after one minute, she walked stiff and light bended over with her knees rubbing together to the station. Everybody who saw her must have known what she was needing to do so badly.
On the way i told her that we first take a table, then we make the order and then she could go to the loo, or better would be she hold it until after lunch.
"No way" she said " not even one more minute longer, first the loo and then all other". I could not stop her, i had to let her go. It would have been great to go with her, to hear how long and how powerful she was pissing after holding it for so long, but that was not possibile.
As she came back i told her how cute and how sexy she is if she is so desperate for a wee. She was not angry about that, that i made her hold it for so long. She realized that she could make me horny with her full bladder.
Next day she played this "game" with me. At lunch she wanted to the loo. "Hold it!" i said and she did not go, she did not go until we was back at the hotel. She did know that she could make me total horny if she was needing to wee and was holding her pee for hours.
She did know that i wanted to fuck her very hard if she was full to burst and she wanted to get fucked very, very hard, so she did hold it nearly every day.
Our last destination was Paris. Before we did get there i did not let her take her morning pee. Poor Lisa was about to burst, but no wee for her!!!!
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Summary: What will happen when Keith walks in on Zach during an unexpected moment?
Chapter 1: The Secret
Chapter Text
It was the end of their third live show out of five, and while adrenaline filled the Try Guys while they were on stage, they all knew they would need the night and early the following day to recover. Eugene was talking to the crew, and Ned had gone off somewhere to call Ariel. Keith easily wove through the crowd of people backstage toward the bathroom. He had assumed that it would have urinals and multiple stalls, but what he saw in front of him made him freeze where he stood.
It was Zach, boxers entirely soaked, a large puddle beneath him. Zach's hand had been rubbing across his cock through the damp fabric, though that hand dropped to his side when he saw Keith. Zach's face went pale, and Keith quickly stammered something before slamming the door behind him in his hurry. Keith was thankfully able to find another bathroom, trying to figure out exactly what it was that he had just seen.
It was soon time for their meet and greet. Keith took any opportunity he could to quickly glance at Zach to see if he could discern...something, anything. Although, he wasn't entirely sure what exactly it was that he was looking for. Zach was acting as though the incident had never happened and if Keith hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it happened. When the meet and greet ended, the four best friends found a well-rated Mexican place to eat at for dinner. Once again, Zach was acting as if everything was totally normal, although he did avoid looking at Keith and addressing him directly. When they had finished, they selected a hotel for the night. Eugene and Ned had called dibs on one of the only two rooms left available, the one with two beds. Once again, Zach and Keith would be stuck sharing both a room and a bed.
As Zach and Keith took the elevator up their room, Zach appeared engrossed in his phone. They would have normally chatted easily, as they had been best friends for years. The silence was awkward, but Keith certainly didn't know what to say either. They soon arrived at their room and stepped inside. Zach dropped his backpack on the floor, a plastic bag fell out; it looked like it held the boxers Zach was wearing earlier. Zach's cheeks and ears turned red as he bent down and hastily shoved it back into his bag refusing to look at Keith. Keith frowned. He never liked to make his friends uncomfortable, but he could also be nosy at times. He was also concerned that this might be a medical issue, and wanted to be sure Zach was okay. And if he was a medical issue, he didn't want Zach to feel bad if he wet their bed that night.
"Hey Zach?" Keith prompted.
He saw Zach's shoulders slump in defeat. Now, it would be infinitely harder to avoid Keith. He rose to his feet, still refusing to meet Keith's gaze. The two were silent for a moment before Keith spoke again.
"It's okay," Keith told him gently, causing Zach to look up at him with a confused expression. "I can understand why you didn't want to tell me about this, but you're okay right? No new or getting worse diseases?"
The sincere care in Keith's eyes made Zach falter a little. He sighed. "No, nothing like that."
Keith heaved a sigh of relief. "Alright good." Once Keith had confirmation that Zach was okay, he grew more and more curious. "So what is it then?" he pressed.
Zach was already a lot shorter than Keith but the question appeared to make him shrink even further. "C-can we just drop it?" he mumbled, his cheeks flushed.
Keith blinked. "We can," Keith agreed. "But you also don't need to keep it from me."
Zach shifted uncomfortably, mulling over Keith's words. "You wouldn't understand," he muttered.
"Explain it to me then," Keith said back, both a bit surprised at how eager Keith seemed for an answer.
"It's weird," Zach stalled, startling a bit when he felt Keith's larger hands rest on his shoulders.
"We've wrestled each other naked and covered in oil, explored a BDSM dungeon together, and you've probably seen my dick more than some of the girls I've dated," Keith laughed.
Zach nodded, still seeming unsure. Keith sighed, pulling back and sitting down on the bed. He patted the place beside him for Zach to sit down. Zach hesitated before dragging his feet and easing down beside Keith. Keith looked down at him curiously and once more Zach avoided looking back at him.
"Is it a sex thing?" Keith ventured, knowing he had his answer when he saw Zach's hands ball into fists.
Keith draped an arm across Zach's shoulder. "You know I'd love you guys no matter what right?"
Zach shook a little, his resolve fading away as he leaned against Keith, grasping on to the hem of Keith's shirt.
"Shhh, it's okay," Keith assured Zach gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Explain it to me," he repeated. "I'm all ears."
"Actually, you're all mouth," Zach said quietly. Keith chuckled, glad to have Zach joking around a bit again.
Zach stood then, rolling his shoulders back, stretching, and taking a few deeps breaths. "Okay," he began nervously. "Ever heard of watersports?"
"Like kayaking and parasailing?" Keith replied.
Zach shook his head. "No. I'm sure you've seen it as a category on porn sites."
"Not that I remember," Keith said back.
Zach fidgeted a bit before continuing. "Okay...do know what--have you heard of edging?"
"Isn't that something like...delaying orgasms or?"
"Yes!" Zach answered. "While someone continues to...stimulate you. Or you do it to yourself." The heat rose in Zach's cheeks once more.
"Watersports is basically...," Zach squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "...a kink for pee."
He looked up anxiously at Keith, who merely appeared to be listening. "Okay," Keith replied.
Zach fiddled with his own shirt. "And that's sort of an umbrella term to include things like golden showers and...and omorashi," he mumbled.
"Omo-what?" Keith tried.
"Omorashi," Zach corrected. "It's similar to edging except instead of holding in an orgasm...you hold in your pee. Until you can't anymore and then you end up...well you saw."
"Wetting yourself?" Keith asked, wanting clarification. Zach bit his own lip, hearing Keith say that causing a pang of arousal straight to his groin. Zach nodded.
"Again it's something you do on your own, or with someone else," Zach explained.
Keith nodded, appearing thoughtful for a moment. "And if you're doing it with someone else?" he wondered.
"You um...I mean they...Okay so one person is holding, right? The other person forbids them from going in a more traditional way...And maybe tickle them or give them lots of water or press on their stomach or stuff." Zach buried his face in his hands.
"You can't tell anyone about this," Zach warned. "Not Ned, not Eugene, not--"
"Your secret's safe with me," Keith replied. Zach looked up, not realizing Keith had stood up as well.
"You know," Keith continued, his voice dropping to a lower pitch. "You did have a lot to drink at the restaurant." Zach blushed, gulping when he felt Keith slip a finger beneath Zach's chin, forcing Zach to look up at him. In a way, Keith was merely teasing Zach, or at least, that's what he thought he was doing. In fact, Zach fully expected Keith to break out into a giggle and they'd both laugh about this.
But he didn't.
On Keith's end, he expected Zach would pull away and push at Keith's arm, chastising Keith for making fun of him.
But he didn't.
Swiftly, Keith took Zach by the wrist, and grabbed a water bottle off the dresser. He pulled Zach into the bathroom. Zach's eyes widened when he saw Keith close the toilet lid and sit on it.
Keith folded his arms. "And don't even think of leaving, or using the shower or sink," he told Zach firmly. "You're not going anywhere."
Zach swallowed thickly, giving Keith a slight nod. Keith held out the water bottle for Zach, raising his eyebrows in silent expectation. Zach hesitated before reaching out for the water bottle with trembling fingers. |
Thanks everyone, I guess I'll just post the rest of it in a comment for those who liked the first part.
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..."One more beer then?" he asked with a smile. Oh my god, I thought, will I end up rushing to the bathroom right after telling him I don't need it? "I don't think so," I muttered, weakly trying to smile back, "I don't want to get drunk." "Sure, it's up to you," he replied, "would you mind if I have one though?" "No problem." He continued, "Personally, I might want to get tipsy - you know, I'm a little nervous in a company of a smoking hot woman like you." "Oh c'mon," I chuckled, "with that body of yours you must only be dating the sexiest girls." He gave me another curious stare lasting an eternity. Please keep up, please keep up, I begged my bladder. "Will you believe me if I say I'm interested in you more than in any other girl?" Before I had the time to reply, a waiter passed us, and he ordered another beer. Unexpectedly for even myself, I squeaked under my breath, "One more for me, too." I noticed a glimpse of approval on his face. Does he want to get me drunk? Would be creepy.
For the next excruciating minutes, supposedly I kept talking, asking and answering questions, but for the life of mine wouldn't remember a word if it. I had haze before my eyes and blood pumping in my ears. My bladder was so bloated it felt like a basketball inside me. I was agonizing.
Having finished his beer, he stood up and said, "Okay, I'll call on that bathroom once again, and we can leave." By that moment, I knew I couldn't bear it any longer. It was unbelievable how overstretched my bladder could get and how I still haven't lost control after all that beer. I realized it was only my fault that I got myself into that trap, but now I made up my mind: as soon as he's back, I'll go take probably the longest pee in my life.
"Okay, we can go," he commented, passing my table and heading straight to the exit without stopping. "But..." "Hmm?" - he turned around. "We need to ask for a check and pay!" "Ah, I've paid at the bar on my way to the WC," he said light-heartedly. What else could I do but follow him?
I started up in a hurry, which apparently was a mistake: I leaked a little. Just a few drops, but I knew they could be followed by a flood in no time. It was already dark outside, which felt like a special gift to me. I also thanked myself a thousand times for having chosen to wear a skirt. This, plus darkness, gave me a hope that he wouldn't notice spurts of pee running down my legs.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" he asked. I pondered over it a little. Although it was going to take at least half an hour, walking seemed the best idea in my situation. Bursting in a taxi would be far more noticeable, also, ruining someone's upholstery isn't nice. "I'd be happy!" exclaimed I with as much enthusiasm as a person who is currently wetting herself can show.
For a couple of minutes I kept leaking constantly, but then I managed to cut it. I felt relieved after letting some liquid out, also, an upright position gave my exhausted bladder some much-needed space. Only then I paid attention to my nether parts that were all swollen and oversensitive because of the pressure. I was unconsciously stimulating my labia and clit the whole time I was wiggling in my seat, and now they throbbed and pulsated so hard that I was desperate to touch them no less than to pee. But the closer to my place we got, the more overwhelmed I was by the extreme need to empty my bladder. By the moment we were at my porch, it was the only thing on my mind. I started leaking again and couldn't help it anymore. But I didn't care already; there were just a few moments left until home.
Finally, at my door, I was reaching for the keys, when I heard the soft and cunning voice above my ear. "Can I kiss you?" Oh... Not that it was unexpected; but the timing was just awful! Still, I couldn't resist this man... "Yes."
He pressed me against the door and leaned on me - just a little, but even this light pressure felt like his whole weight pushing on my bladder. It was an unprecedented torture - but also the most intense pleasure I had in ages. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" he said quietly. I nodded. "Are you holding your pee right now?" I startled. "What?! No!" "Seriously?" he asked slyly, "You're leaking like crazy. Or are you just that aroused?" "No... I mean, yes." "Yes what? Are you holding your pee or not?" My face was on fire. Avoiding eye contact, I nodded. "Do you know that's the hottest thing a woman can do?" he whispered. Wait... Was he watching my condition from the very beginning? "Are you enjoying me pissing myself here in front of you?!" I blurted. "No more than you're enjoying it." I breathed heavily, trying to collect my thoughts. I needed to go so bad I wouldn't care if the whole world watched me. But losing control right there still seemed impossible. "Now that I admitted I've been holding the whole time, can I just go home and let it out?" I saw the widest grin on his face. "Of course you can go use your bathroom, at your home. But is this what you want?" "It's easy for you to speak," I moaned, "it's not you risking your pants." "What if I'm about to get my pants soaked?" "Do you want to pee, too?" I asked, somewhat puzzled. "No. I want you to pee." Upon saying this, he lifted me like I weighed nothing, holding me by my butt and putting my legs around his waist. Spreading legs like that got me... I exploded. I peed and peed and peed, releasing more cascading liquid than I'd ever thought I could store inside. He was pressing my spring against his crotch harder and harder, making me feel his erection through the thin moist layers of my panties and his jeans. I wished I could go on forever... Eventually, the last wave subsided. Gently he let go of me, but still had to support me, my knees were too weak. There was a small puddle under our feet; more got absorbed by his jeans. Now all I needed was an orgasm, no, many, many orgasms. I opened the door and let him in. It was the time to break my rule.
Edited November 7, 2019 by soo-pis-sed
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This is my first attempt of a series of short stories I plan on making, if the feedback is good I'll be motivated to write more! Also this helps me become a better writer, I hope to one day be a pretty popular writer on here, so let's see!
(This will be a fiction series)
On a bright sunny morning of November the sun was shining brightly through kaileys blinds as the alarm on her phone was going off.
"Ughh.." she groaned and stretched checking the time and she wasn't late, thankfully, yesterday she woke up 20 minutes late and barely made it out the door, but she wasn't letting that happen today.
She got out of bed and took off her pink pjs and took off her plain white panties and threw them on the floor and grabbed a pair of adorable pink panties with little white hearts all over them and she matched that wonderfully with a pink bra, and while she was checking herself out in the mirror she held her Crotch and groaned "gotta empty the morning bladder" she said to herself and put on a black skirt that went quite a bit above the knees.. but she didnt care, she liked the attention and, deep down occasionally she would like to tease the guys that tried to look up her skirts, she found enjoyment in that, she also loved the fact that she was absolutely beautiful and claimed to be the most beautiful girl in grade 11, her luxurious blonde hair captured the attention of most guys, and she always made it soft and wavy in the morning so it flowed beautifully down her back and shoulders, her eyes were an ocean blue and her face was soft and cute, she was pretty curvy and she also had a set of nice breasts which she took pride in greatly!
After she emptied the main drain she sighed in relief and got to getting ready and soon she was out the door!
She said goodbye to her parents and went on with her day and met her best friend Jessica down the street and they hugged and bounced up and down, kaileys skirt bouncing up and down with her opposite body movements and they giggled and chatted the whole way on the bus, the 2 girls were both beautiful, both blonde and both kinky, making a perfect little friendship.
They arrived to school and kailey went to the cafeteria and got a milk to start her day and they walked throughout the school before finding a spot to sit for the next 20 minutes before the bell rang, they chatted and giggled the whole time as kailey drank her milk and Jessica sipped her coffee
Jessica saw under the table that kaileys legs were spread and she saw her panties "nice pink panties, they look adorable on you" she said and kailey giggled wiggling on the seat keeping her legs spread, not afraid for people to see
"Thought I'd tease a few boys today and give them something nice to look at" she giggled and kept them spread out as guys looked at her but not up the skirt.. yet.
The bell rang for first period and the girls waved goodbye, kailey was starting her day off with English class, followed by Math, 2 classes which which she was pretty good at.. she pulled out her big water bottle and set it on the very right corner perfectly of her single desk and pulled out her textbook and she remembered 'oh shit, I've got a science test 4th.. I completely forgot' she thought and twirled her thumbs in her beautiful silky hair.. the day dragged on and she kept drinking from her bottle, filling her bladder, she didnt have a really big bladder, so 4 little bottles of water was enough to fill her little bladder.
When it was lunch time a few hours later, she was studying for her science test, she was with Jessica again sitting outside as guys walked by and she had her legs spread and guys walked by looking and peering up and she giggled, but Jessica noticed that she was squirming pretty badly
"Kayls?"
"Yeah?.." she said and turned her legs facing her and tightened her big thighs together
"You gotta pee?" She smirked and leaned forward looking up to her on the table, kailey blushed with a red hot face
"Maybe.. yes very badly, but I've gotta study for this damn science test, and I cant miss out or I'm just gonna forget" she said whining a bit letting out a whimper which turned Jessica on and she reached up her skirt and touched herself briefly lining the squirming and whining
"Mhm, well go use the bathroom you've still got 5 minutes" she giggled and kailey nodded and went to use the bathroom, and when she found it and went inside all the stalls were full and there was girls waiting right in line 'oh my God are you fucking kidding me..'she said and left and went to get her stuff and Jessica was there on her phone
"better?" She asked smiling
"The bathroom is fucking full" kailey groaned and got her stuff and put it in her bag
"Well the bell is gonn-" and as Jessica said that the bell rang and kailey groaned
"Mr Macdonald better let me piss.." she said
"If not you could go in your panties" Jessica said giggling
"No, that's disgusting I dont wanna ruin them and thats so embarrassing" kailey said bouncing up and down squeezing her thighs
"Suit yourself" Jessica said and walked off and kailey thought
'Why would she want me to wet myself?.. that's so weird surely it must feel so gross, what a weirdo' and she ran to the last class with her legs clenched and got in her assigned seat right on the middle row on the far left side of the class and set her bag down
And when the bell for class rang her teacher walked in and closed the door and passed out the tests to everyone and when he stopped at her table she tapped his shoulder "please.. may I use the washroom?" She said and he shook his head no
"You had your chance, so hold it" he said and went and sat at his desk
"You may begin" he said and everyone put their heads down and started and so did kailey.. she was so desperate to go she could burst right there, and she still had an 1:15 to go.. she had to try and hold it as best she could..
Midway through the test she was just over halfway done and she was really really needing to go.. and she had her left hand shoved up her skirt clenching her panties, which were surprisingly still dry. But then she let out a leak and she felt a tiny little wet spot which didnt bug her but it meant she wasn't able to hold for much longer.. and she kept on holding it. Throughout the class she kept leaking dampening her panties a bit and she started to panic 'no no no no.. this cant be happening' she said so faintly and let out a spurt into her panties and she whimpered.. they were pretty damp, she lifted up her skirt slightly and saw they were still bright pink except where her bum was, she could feel it being a bit wet and it was warm.. and she enjoyed the little warmth and there was a little bit of a darker spot near the bottom of the chair and a tiny little puddle on the chair
'I cant.. I cant hold it much longer, this is gonna be the end of my life' she said and let out a leak on purpose to see if would relive stress and it didnt.. it made it worse and she grinded her teeth and set her pencil down 'fuck it.. I've just gotta go..'she said and inched forward and lifted her skirt a bit so it wasn't under her ass so it wouldn't get wet and she slid to the back of her chair and rolled her skirt up so her panties were fully visible and she groaned before a loud hissing sound came from her panties, the golden fluid gushed out at a million miles an hour splattering into her oanties causing a loud hissing sound and the splattering of the pee on the floor was loud and she hit her head against the desk and started to cry loudly as it continued to flood out of her, she could.feel her panties getting absolutely destroyed by the hot piss as it spread up the front of her panties and the back.. she continued to pee at full force for about half a minute before it dripped off the chair and the hissing stopped and all that could be heard was the faint cries from her and her skirt flopped back down covering her panties slightly.. they were so warm.. and wet they clung to her soaked pussy nicely but this was a horrible spot to have an accident and she looked down while sobbing her tears adding to the puddle which spread under the whole table to the chair infront of her as it dripped from her chair still..
"Kailey go to the nurse, and take your stuff he said and she packed up leaving her test on the table.. when she walked she left a few dribbles in the hall from her still drenched panties and she sat in the nurses office and called her mom and she rushed to pick her up and soon she got ther and she hopped in the car and rolled up her skirt to inspect the damage and.. it was bad, the front of her panties were drenched, only having a small untouched bright pink spot near the top and the patch up the back went about 2/3 of the way up her ass, and sat back and thought to herself 'that.. didnt feel that bad.. it was just a horrible time, maybe ill try again.. I dont know'
Once home she showered and put on a new pair of white panties and threw the drenched pink ones in the wash, and she plopped her pink pjs again and googled "wetting" on and incognito tab and found articles on peeing yourself and why it feels so good and she browsed and browsed before closing the tab and laying down
"I'll try it again tomorrow" and she closed her eyes and took a nap
To be continued?.. |
@omoraashee
Actually, I have a LIST of ideas. The problems are, 1. for me, I'm not a native English user, writting English fictions is too much for me; 2. some ideas invloves knowledges from more than the first half of season1.
And just like what I said in the topic, "The plot of Season 2 and the first half of Season 3 is not in its best condition and it may be misleading at times. So I don't recommend let young kids watch that part alone without parental guidence, even though it is said to be a cartoon for kids." French style romance plots can be really annoying at times, try to stay calm when watching Season 2, 3 and special episodes. But I still recommend it beause I am a great fan.
Here are some ideas:
1. Marinette was clearly not in the mood to design a reasonable and fashionable battle suit when she first became Ladybug, I believe this is the reason why Ladybug is in a plain looked and perfectly seamless bodysuit which can only be removed by detransformation. This can be awkward since Marinette can be forgetful when she's in a hurry, like when she need to use the bathroom but forgets she can detransform until she's not longer in a hurry.
2. I believe in a fan theory that, since Miraculous provides energy for wielders, that they actually don't need to eat or drink when transformed, at least not in a few days, maybe they don't even age when transformed. This is not confirmed by Zag, but goes along well with many plots. However, by logic, I don't think this convenient mechanism can remove existing body waste, and with a fan theory for omo uses that they still need to get rid of excessive water if there is too much water in blood, a bunch of omo fic ideas can be generated from this.
3. Alya is a devoting journalist and editor, and you know what can happen.
4. Chloé has a twisting personality, it is a well accepted R18 fanon that she is a BDSM lover in both S and M side and is secretly enjoying Marinette's scolding. There can be a story about this fan theory.
5. Chloé has a strong self-control will power that she can refuse Hawk Moth's offer if she doesn't like it, only problem is she's not willing to use it to prevent herself from doing bad things in most cases. This self control can be put to use in certain aspect for the sake of fanfic plot.
Kagami(new character indroduced in Season 2) has a challenging and fearless but introvert personality. She's from Japan and you know Japenese girls can be shy at it even for a warrior like her.
They don't get along well with each other, and certainly don't want to show their weak side to each other.
Things can get out of hand when they have to stay together in some social activity, like a banquet, but lasts more than only a few hours and involves outdoor activities.
Strong women/girls surrending to bursting bladders and enemies turned to some kind of friends after dealing with a common crisis are both interesting plot ideas.
6. The rabbit hero went through a 4000 years long dormancy, and she goes to the bathroom just like ordinary morning routine after greeting Ladybug and Chat Noir. (Senson 3, Timetagger)
What if, her bladder and bowels becomes more sensitive than usual during the 4k years long sleep, that she soon regerts not go before dormancy?
7. A lot of people want to see Lila humilliates herself when her shenanigan aimed at Marinette backfires. There can be different fanfic ideas with different kinds of shenanigans available.
8. There are cases that sphincters become numb during extreme holding, that someone can not let go at once on the toilet after a long holding. Sometimes it may need medical attention, but usually can goes away by itself, yet often leaves pain or discomfort and frequent urination problem in next days.
This can happen on a girl with both strong will power and strong PC muscles.
Since I already listed Chloé, here goes Alix fanfic ideal as an example: There can be a story where her videogame combat with Max turns into a combat of bladder, since they are equally noob at a new game that neither of then can defeat the other side easily. Unknown to Alix, Max as a well-prepared semi-professional gamer literally has everything considered, including the obvious plan for an overtime game. He did not tell Alix because he doesn't think this is necessary rather than actually feels shy about wearing diaper. Alix took it too serious without this knowledge, she did not ask for a single bathroom break through night till she won the game almost noon. She felt like dying from abdominal pain and nausea when the joy of winning subsided, and later panicked fearing a bladder rupture when she is "locked".
She may cry for Max's help, or prefer not letting anyone know and managed to regain control of lower muscles after a few or more minutes. Things can be interesting when she asks Max his trick of avoid batroom break when either as soon as she recovered from feeling of emptying her baldder or days later still having a sore low abdomen. If Max was not called for medical knowledge support during that time, he may think Alix was on diaper just like him or would had asked game pauses, and spending unusually long time in bathroom can be explained as changing out of dirty diaper or taking a poop.
9. Original akuma can be a good MLB fanfic element. Or rewriting the battle with canon akumas. Akuma directly or indirectly linked with omorashi themes can make interesting MLB omofics.
9.1. And this is a kind of bizarre ideal, with bodypart theft fetish. For example, Ladybug has her lady part erased or taken during a battle, the akuma went in hide so she can not cast the Miraculous Cure, or the battle has been over but there is a Miraculous malfunction. With whole private part including outer genital and whole length of urethra and lower half of vagina missing or unfunctioned, she can not urinate and masturbate. She can't ask for a medical surgery because this may leave a permanent surgery result. So in the first case , she must catch the akuma before literally bursting, and in the second case, she has to wait for a reconstruction from Tikki the kwami of creation which may take several hours if not a whole day.
The story can contain both scenarios. First she got hit by the power in the crotch, then the akuma got away, some time later she found herself unable to pee and got warned that she may lost this part permanently if gets sugical method involved. She finally caught the akuma in agony, but her yo-yo was damaged. Everything seemed normal and yo-yo was fixed by the Miraculous Cure, but she is later horrified to find herself with nothing between legs. What adds to her agony is she still needs to attend school in the afternoon and has to pretend nothing is wrong.
A plot twist can be that, to relieve her wielder's pain or to prevent serious inner injury(and embarassment), Tikki enlarged Marinette's bladder capacity by copy&paste bladder wall as a fast but temporary relief during a class, since reconstructing the whole groin area or at least urethra still need more time but Marinette is at the brim of mental breakdown and can't wait a few more hours. So after this unforturnate incident, Marinette has a double sized huge bladder.
Pixelator's ability is convenient if you don't bother creating an original akuma.
9.2. A less extreme idea is mind altering. The concept of toilet and excretion are taken from Ladybug/Marinette's memory/mind, this problem is not fixed either because the akuma is still at large or because Ladybug can not fix herself if she does not know she is not in right shape(which is a not very popular but useful fanon). She either as Ladybug or as Marinette feels increasingly uncomfortable in lower abdomen in the rest of the day but has no idea what is happening. There is a similar work in this site but about Jinx's first time dealing with a human body not about MLB, it can be taken as a good reference,
9.3. Both ideas can also have a Chat Noir version. But if he needs a reconstraction, he needs to ask Ladybug.
10. The most common plot, a bunch of people struck somewhere and some of them if not all need to pee. Where and when and how can be various.
10.1 If you want to turn this into a series work, what happened in 9.1 can give Marinette an advantage in this incident. Max can sell NASA quality diapers as a "help", this can be a humourous factor, when more and more people giving up dignity(but almost no one buys overpriced diapers because bottles are clearly cheaper), and Alix may be reminded of her unfortunate experience during 8 and the next week of sore bladder. There can also be a story with Lila trying to make Marinette wet herself without knowing she now has a cow baldder, instead somehow she gets herself in a dilemma and her manipulating ability doesn't work on her own biological need.
11. Bodyswap and genderswap can lead to awkward scenes.
11.1. Genitalswap or genital transformation/partial TG is even more interesting. Unfortunately, this is a rather uncommon theme.
If you don't find these ideas appealing to yourself, you can still take some inspirations.
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It was at the end of the work day. The company had anniversary and the mood at the office was cheerful. When the work time finished all the people from the office were moved to the cocktail party. Everyone was officially dressed, the atmosphere was very pleasant.
Claire is a 32 years old nice looking woman, working as an office assistant. She was smart dressed that evening in a suit with a tight over knee-length skirt, beige pantyhose and high heels. She is very talkative and open minded girl. That evening she was as usual in a good mood, talking and laughing all the time with her colleagues and business partners. During the whole evening she drank a few glasses of white wine as well as other soft drinks. Maybe about ten o’clock the main part of the company was preparing to leave.
Claire was also ready to go. There was only one thing she had to do before leaving. All the evening she was busy with talks and she postponed the toilet. Now, her bladder was alarming that it should be emptied as soon as possible. She put on her jacket, left the main hall and headed to the toilets. For her bad surprise a long queue was formed in front of the only two cubicles. Obviously she was not the only one who was delayed for a toilet. Claire always hates that kind of queues and she began to hesitate whether she should wait. On one hand she felt heaviness in her bladder and really need to go, but it looked that she would wait there at least ten minutes. The way to her home was about half an hour by walk or less if she was able to catch a taxi. She was staying patiently and calculated what is better to do. The queue was moved slowly. Claire was muttering on her mind that she should have visit the toiler earlier. She became slightly nervous, trying to look calm, but it was not so easy, especially when in front of her there was a dozen of desperate ladies. Some of them were in visible discomfort. Claire also began fidgeting a bit on her place and suddenly she decided she couldn’t wait that queue and left the queue.
For her surprise, outside of the restaurant, there were two girls, her colleagues, who were waiting for her. They all were on the same direction. At first Claire insisted to wait for a taxi, but shortly after she agreed to go by foot. They all walking together, loudly discussing and laughing. Soon after, Claire realized that she did a big mistake that she didn’t go to the toilet before leaving. The full bladder was constantly pressing her, so she tried to go as fast as she could, while two other girls seemed they weren’t in a hurry so much. Claire began feeling more strong and urgent need to pee. She began to worry whether she would get home in time. She didn’t dare admit it to her colleagues, but her predicament was quite visible. At one moment one of the girls noticed Claire’s strange movements and asked if everything is ok? Claire was slightly embarrassed that her urgent need became visible, she admitted quietly, that she really needed to pee, so she had to hurry up. The girls showed sympathy and increased the pace.
It was difficult for Claire to concentrate on the conversation. The main thought in her head at that moment was to reach the intersection where their path was splited and she would continue on her way alone. In this state, she definitely wanted to be alone. She was secretly thinking about how to reach home, walking on the less busy streets, so in case of emergency she quickly could find a secluded place. They reached the intersection. Claire quickly said goodbye to her friends, almost on the go. She excused herself that she was in a hurry and continued on her way.
Now, she was free and accelerated the pace. There was almost nobody around. Only rapid click-clack sounds from Claire’s high-heels were hearing around. She kept going fast and even slightly running from time to time, which was not so easy wearing a tight skirt and heels. An approaching man walking from the opposite side started looking at her with curiosity. She could guess how strange she was looking now. But she hoped he didn’t guess that a smart dressed sexy girl was about to peeing herself. She tried to slow down and to look normal while he pass. Shortly after a strong urge hit her again, she was felt that she was about to loose control. So she slowed down and was forced to press her hand into the groin area. А second later she felt a jet of pee escaped into her knickers. She immediately stopped on the spot and grabbed herself as hard as she could. She quickly managed to stop the flow. It was only a small leakage, but her lace knickers and pantyhose become wet. Claire was panicked. She waited a few seconds to regain control before continue. Now she was sure she was not going to make it on time. She was walking and carefully looked around for a hidden place for peeing. She felt so embarrassed, that she was forced to pee outdoor. But it was the only one option, otherwise she was going to pee herself which was far more embarrassment.
As soon as she saw the first dark alley, she turned into it, did a quick look around if somebody was there. She made sure nobody was watching at her and rushed behind a nearby parked car. On the last steps she began to lift the skirt, feeling she was going to leak again. She dropped the purse on the ground, trying as fast as possible to get down the pantyhose, squeezing legs together and bouncing. It was so difficult for her to hold on just another second. She was holding herself as much as she could, but she was feeling how the bladder overcame her. The pee started to flow through her knickers and ran down on her legs. She did an attempt to stop the flow, while in the same time was trying to take off the pantyhose. She only managed to reduce the stream, but not fully stopped. The stream was twisted on the pantyhose and pouring down on the ground. She managed to get it down along with knickers and released a high pressure pee stream. It was escaping with an enormous force, foaming and forming a huge puddle. Claire sighed with relief and relaxed with full force to pee. As she was peeing she observed the damages at her lace white knickers and pantyhose. Both of them were quite a lot soaked in the crotch area. On the pantyhose there were thick wet stripes on both inner parts of the thighs. As she peed she was thinking what to do further. She was ready to remove them and throw them away. But the place wasn’t so hide and safe, someone could come in any moment.
The pee stream lasted about a minute and once she finished, she wanted to get away as quick as possible. She quickly stood up, pulling up her wet underwear and run away. She came back on her street. She walked quietly, trying to look normal. Due to the late hour, the sidewalk was almost empty. She passed only 2-3 people on the street, but it seemed they didn’t noticed something suspicious at Claire’s legs. No one could have guessed that under the skirt of this attractive woman was hiding a big wet spot from the peeing accident. At the same time she felt disgusted, felt like she was all soaked. When nobody was around, Claire stopped and checked her legs carefully if there were some visible wet trickles below the skirt. There were no any stains from the knees down. But the skirt had a slit in the back, through which it was visible, her thighs. In any case she was trying to avoid people. There was also another reason - she felt a smell of urine, so she felt so embarrassed. She couldn’t wait to get home and to remove that all wet clothes. She couldn’t believe she could wet herself in 32 years old. Now she had to be very careful when entering in her block of flat, so she shouldn’t meet any of her neighbors.
Finally she reached to her apartment. She tried carefully opened the door without making a noise. But her husband appeared in the hallway to greet her. From the beginning he caught something suspicious in her behavior. She said him hello and quickly added that she need the toilet. As she removed her high-heels he looked at her well-shaped legs and bottom. Her tight skirt was slightly risen and through the opened slit he was shocked to see that there were clear visible wet stains on her pantyhose on her thighs. He said nothing. He understood why he felt some smell of urine. He realized that her lovely wife had a peeing accident. Claire hurried to hide in the bathroom, without knowing how much this accident was turning on her husband. |
It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”.
“Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.”
As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them.
Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them.
Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?”
“If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked.
Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did.
“I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained.
Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.”
A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style.
“Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?”
“What happened to your hand?”
Sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
“What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice.
The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers.
“Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.”
With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.”
As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator.
“Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.”
A silence yet again drifted between them.
Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?”
Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?”
“Nine o’ clock,” he reported.
“Four fucking hours!” he hissed.
Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.”
“Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open.
It was a cloudless afternoon, as Yukon shivered at the bus stop. He adjusted his facemask with his three-fingered hand, making sure his nose wasn't crooked. Yellow irises hid behind green contact lenses. Annoyed with the weather, he fidgeted with his trench coat, and glanced at his watch. Five minutes late. Grumbling, he scanned his environment; a tall city surrounded the nearly seven foot “man”.
“Moderately intelligent,” he thought to himself, now glancing at the stoic city citizens, “Though on my planet, out buses aren’t late.”
As soon as he thought of it, a bus started to shake and stop. It opened its doors with a loud clang. Stepping inside, and giving money to the driver, he instantaneously encountered a problem. Nearly every seat was full. However, that wasn’t the main issue. The thing was, the bus was full of furries. Every last human was in costume. He fearfully tucked in his lips, as he started shambling to the last open seat. His brain churned with why there were so many of them.
Getting situated in his seat, he felt the bus chug and grind down the street. He was about to ask his seatmate why he was there, when he noticed something odd. While everyone else was sitting still, the person to the left of him was wiggling. Assuming that the human was a male, he crossed his legs, and stuck his hands in his groin. Small grunts of effort could be heard periodically. He wore a plaid shirt with jeans, and donned a skull head that had black fur. A black bookbag attempted to make a wall between them.
Scratching the side of his face, he asked, “Need any assistance?”
“If you have a water bottle, that’d be nice,” he joked.
Unfortunately, understanding jokes was not something that Yukon did.
“I do not have those. My apologies,” he explained.
Putting his hands on the seats, he stated, “No, no, you’re cool.”
A sense silence rose between the wiggling furry, and the giant “man”. Feeling he didn’t make a great first impression, he stuck out his hand for the other to shake, human-style.
“Hello!” he greeted. “My name is Yukon. What’s yours?”
“What happened to your hand?”
Sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
“What do you mean?” he asked attempting to root out the nervousness in his voice.
The skull-human showed him his own hand, which had five, long, skinny fingers.
“Ah. Well, um,” he muttered, trying to find an excuse, “I had an accident.”
With a chuckle, he stated jokingly, “I’m about to have one right now.”
As soon as he said that, he realized that it wasn’t funny at all, and only made the atmosphere worse. Sulking, the furry stared out the window, wiggling his hips. Yukon wondered what he meant by accident.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he stated, trying not to sound like a predator.
“Oh,” he quietly spoke, “Erin.”
A silence yet again drifted between them.
Hoping he wasn’t too annoying, Yukon asked, “Why are you wiggling so much?”
Trying to hide his annoyance, Erin responded, “Well, I live in the country out East, so I’ve never been to a big city. I’ve been on this damn bus for… Err, what time is it?”
“Nine o’ clock,” he reported.
“Four fucking hours!” he hissed. Gripping himself, he groaned, “I’m going to explode.”
“Explode?!” Yukon thought, eyes wide open.
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Quick note: finally sharing another fic. Started this back in July only to finish it now. Enjoy and tell me what you think! On with the show now!
The large office building's door swung open as Chloe quickly paced in. She was quite the pretty woman. She was 27, on the shorter side, had rather light skin and a short, straight, brown bob cut, which made her look proffesional and sexy at the same time.
Her clothing consisted of a tight grey business skirt, ending slightly above her knees, a black pantyhose and a white blouse that beautifully wrapped around her voluptuous breasts. The sleeves of it were rolled up slightly on her arms.
She was also carrying her handbag on her shoulder as well as an overbearing ammount of pee in her bladder, bulging out of her skirt. She wanted to believe she did a good job hiding her need, but anyone could tell something was up with this lady. The clacking of her modestly-sized high heels against the fancy tiles of the floor echoed through the mostly empty office lobby, occasionally swaying off of her rhythm as her overflowing bladder sent spasms throughout her body, causing all sorts of squirming from the cute worker.
She reached the elevator and furiously, pressed the button, begging for its soon arrival. She stood with her legs tight together, as she was worried that even the smallest opening will flood her white lacey panties.
From the desk came the pretty receptionist's, Amber's, greeting. The contrast her dark skin and curly hair gave to the mostly white lobby deffinetly made her position perfect from an aesthetic point of view. Who wouldn't want to be greeted by this beautiful woman?
"Morning Chloe!"
"Oh, uh, h-hi hi!" She turned to face Amber and crossed her legs in the process.
Amber giggled a little.
"Firstly, you're really early and secondly, what's up? Did you forget to pee or something?"
"Not quite. My roommate got sick and spent the whole morning in the bathroom. I thought I'd just get here as soon as I can, though that might've been a mistake."
"How come?"
"I'm seriously bursting! I didn't know that traffic at this time of day was so bad!"
She pressed her right leg tightly against the left. She could feel the inside of her thighs getting sweaty.
Amber giggled once more.
"So you've been holding in all your night's pee?"
"And my morning coffee. I just couldn't do without it."
Amber was finding the situation humorous, as seen by her laughs. Truth be told, she thought Chloe looked cute standing there, squirming in front of her.
"I've deffinetly been there before too. Just reccently, in fact, I almost wet myself on the way home."
"Woah really? Uh, was it bad?"
"Lets just say it was an extra close call. Maybe I'll tell you the details over coffee some time."
"Ooooh... pleeaase don't even mention that!"
Amber laughed a little.
"Well your morning's been off to a good start. Anyway, your ride's here."
Chloe turned back. The elevatot doors opened and she waddled in.
"Good luck! I hope you make it to the finish line dry!"
"Th-Thanks!" Chloe sighed out with a short smile and giving a quick thumbs-up to Amber. Holding it all in was getting more and more energy-consuming by the second.
The elevator doors closed and it started climbing up to her floor. The sudden movememt sloshed the pee inside her swollen bladder, assaulting poor Chloe's nerves on all fronts.
"HNG-!" she yelped, as she felt a surge of pain from her abdomen that caused her lips to part and release a small trickle of urine out of her and into her white lacey panties.
Now with nobody around, she pulled up her skirt and held herself between her legs, pressing onto her pussy with all her might and pee-danced like her life depended on it. As she pressed on it, she felt how sticky her lips had become. This only made accentuated her need for release. The seal had been broken and the dam was breaking further.
10 more floors.
"Oh god, oh no, oh god, oh god!" she muttered to herself, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead, serving no good, only reminding her of all the liquid inside her. She could feel her hands getting wet with sweat, at least she hoped it was only sweat. Her wet panties clinged to her privates.
7 more floors.
"Shit, shit, shit."
If she wet herself, it'd be disastrous. Her skirt was grey. If it got wet, it would be impossible to not notice it. She couldn't come back to work anymore and look any of her colleagues in the eye.
Feeling her bladder slightly calm down, she removed her hands to inspect the damage on her panties. She rolled up her skirt and looked down at them. She was shocked at the size of the dark wet spot on them and the size of the enormous bulge of her bursting bladder as it pushed her skirt out. Knocking her knees together and stepping in place, she gently caressed it, feeling how hard to the touch her liquid vault had become.
Another leak came, this time ignoring her panties and dampening her pantyhose. This caused her to twist back up once more. Pushing her hands hard against her quivering womanhood and dancing around the metal box lifting her to the salvation she so desperately needed.
She unzipped the side of her skirt a little, revealing the side of her panties. She hoped her bladder bulge got more room to grow and it'll be easier to pull her skirt down later. The problem was, there was no way her vault could expand more. It had gone almost rock-solid. Chloe would reach the limits of its flexibility very, very soon.
4 more floors.
"Just a little more... just a little more. Please hold on just a little more!"
The sound of her high heels stepping on the metal floor, the sound her pantyhose made from her rubbing her legs against each other and her heavy, strained breathing resonated throughout the elevator. If you paid attention, you could almost hear the sound her sticky lips made, being constantly rubbed against each other and pushed on to.
She grabbed the railing on the wall for balance and lift her leg up, pressing it against the other, almost crushing her hand between her thighs.
"Fhuck.. I have to go so fucking bad."
1 more floor.
Depite how impossible it sounded, she had to compose herself. She gave her now wet pussy one last good squeeze before removing her hands and pulling her skirt back down. She uncrossed her legs, but still kept them close together. Her sphincter muscles were strained almost to the point of pain, as it was bassically the only thing keeping her night's worth of pee and morning coffee inside her.
The elevator arrived on her floor and she exited it. Before her was an open floor office room, but the bathroom was the only place she intended to go. With every step, her bladder sent strong pulses from her abdomen all throughout her body. She had composed herself earlier thinking someone else would be here, but she had arrived an entire hour early to work so her floor was completely empty.
She was thankfull for it and expressed her gratitude by pressing both her hands against the front of her skirt and resuming her peedance. She knew where the bathrooms were. From the elevator straight to the right was the door to the throne of her relief.
She was growing increasingly frantic. The sign for the ladies was right in front of her, almost taunting the poor woman's bladder, but she just couldn't move any faster. If she did, she'd completely piss herself. Her desk was right on the way to the toilet. She dropped her handbag on her seat. It fell off, but she didn't care. All she cared for was not exploding and keeping her bottom half dry. She strained all her muscles with every step. Her hands were back under her skirt, pushing into her exhausted pussy. The wet patch had grown enough that she was now sure her hands were wet from pee. She was getting teary-eyed as her clothes were growing increassingly moist.
"This can't be happening!" She said out loud through heavy breaths.
She raised her head up and rejoiced. The toilet was right in front of her. She was not gonna give up now. Channeling all her strength into her left hand, she squeezed herself shut as her right hand reached for the handle. She pulled. It opened. There it was. That what she litterally hadn't seen since yesterday: a toilet.
It was too much. She felt it all coming. The time for caution was over. She ran in, not even closing the door. Her zipper was already open so all she had to do was pull her skirt up. Without a second thought she did so, but in doing that she pushed it onto her bladder. It was as if a water balloon had gotten a hole poked into it because she started peeing full-force. A full-blown panic overtook her. She threw the toilet seat up, pulled her pantyhose and panties down and sat down in one swift motion while her stream had already started splashing down on the floor.
Finally. Relief at last. She blasted her stored up liquids into the toilet. Her bulge grew smaller and smaller as it deflated. The door was still open so a crashing roar could be heard all throughout the floor. Chloe herself could not care less. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, her arms hung to her sides. She let out a long sigh as her face deeply blushed. All she cared for was that she made it. Sort of.
She wasn't done yet, but she started to assess the damage. She looked out the door and saw a trail of dark spots on the carpet. Without a doubt from her. The tile floor of the ladies' also had a small puddle from when she already began peeing. The carpet would dry and she could wipe the floor with toilet paper.
But then came the part she feared most: her clothes. She looked down. Her white lacey panties were soaked completely. They were still dripping drops of pee as her torrent crashed on and on in the bowl. Her pantyhose also had a wet spot that had started running down the insides of her thighs. Luckily her skirt was already up when she began peeing so there was no wet spot on it.
"Goddammit." Was all she said, though not in a sad tone. Rather, an annoyed one. You see, this isn't the first time Chloe had a close call in her adult life. At least this time it really wasn't her fault. She was used to this and had already began plotting how to cover up her tracks.
Her stream dwindled down to a trickle and soon ended. Chloe took a deep breath.
"Okay."
She wiped her womanhood, shivering slightly with pleasure as her privates were sensitive like they had been many times before in situations like these. She kept her skirt rolled up and took off her pantyhose and panties, dropping them into the sink. She got up from the toilet with her beautifull butt and slightly hairy pussy fully exposed, almost slipping as her naked feet splashed around her pee puddle. The fact that she felt a little light-headed didn't help her balance either. She flushed and got to work.
Chloe took a chunk of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. There'd still probably be a smell so she had to get creative. She wet the soap under the tap and rubbed it on the part of the floor where her pee had splashed down. Wiping it with toilet paper, she threw the chunk out.
Now her clothes. She ran her panties under the tap, washing them with soap and hoping for the best. Same with her pantyhose and shoes. Chloe was glad the ladies was also the warmest room that she knew of in the office. She left her clothes to dry on the radiator, praying that they'd be dry in time. She tried thinking logically. She arrived an hour early. Even when she arrived on time, the office was only about half-full. There was about 50 minutes till that.
Chloe rolled her skirt down, making sure there wasn't a wet spot. As she zipped her skirt back up she noticed how it got stuck at one point. She then left the bathroom and her clothes to dry. She headed to her desk. As she did so, she could feel the wet spots of the carpet on her bare feet, luckily the carpet was dark blue and the spots weren't really noticeable unless you squint really hard.
Another thing Chloe was glad of was the lack of security cameras. At least she couldn't notice any. So eithere there were none or security would have one hell of a show in store when reviewing footage.
Chloe sat down and began to wait. As she did, a new thought popped into her head, and a naughty one at that. Since there was nothing else to do, she went back to the ladies' room, deciding to act on her new urges while her privates were still sensitive and tingling. Just like before in situations like these.
30 minutes later Chloe was at her desk. Nobody still hadn't shown up yet, but she was growing nervous as it could happen any moment now. She decided to check up on her clothes so she went back to the ladies'. She also felt het bladder start to twinge, no doubt from needing to pee again.
Chloe entered the ladies' and first checked on her clothes. Her panties were still a little damp, but it'll do. Same with her pantyhose. She smelled her panties, hoping the scent of her urine wouldn't be strong. Luckily, it wasn't. She smelled her pantyhose as well and... nothing, for the most part.
Chloe decided to pee before putting her clothes back on. She unzipped her skirt, noticing again how it got stuck at one point. Luckily not for long. She rolled it up and sat down on the toilet. Her stream started flowing faster and with greater force than she anticcipated.
Chloe clossed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of emptying herself again. A small blush even showed up in her cheeks. She didn't deny that she enjoyed peeing, but it just wasn't something you think about that much. Though, given how often she had a full bladder, it had been something that she sometimes thought about. Who does that though? What person would like the feeling of peeing?
She finished, wiping herself again and noting that it felt good again, and put her clothes back on. She stepped into her lace panties and slid them up her legs. She had to pull a little harder to get them over her butt, though that fact made her more happy than annoyed. She then sat down on the closed toilet and pulled her pantyhose over her beautiful legs and thighs, sliding her legs into them and pulling them up over her hips. A situation akin to the one with her panties occured. Chloe felt the same. She looked in the morror and fixed her hair up.
Stepping into her high-heels, she walked back out of the ladies'. As she sat back down at her desk, the elevator doors opened and a group of young male clerks entered, chatting among themselves and laughing. They noticed Chloe and greeted her. She smiled and did the same.
"What a start to a day." Was the last thing she said before turning on her computer and getting ready for another day of work.
Edited November 10, 2019 by Noriaki
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-A picture of the main character, Addilyn. I feel like I don't use this picture enough and now is a perfect time.
Ayla and Harriet: Locked in
It was a dull winter evening and the rain was lashing down over the Midlands. The halls of Fort Victoria were quiet with most of the Guildhands and Apprentices heading out into town to celebrate a successful Royal visit.
However, sitting by candlelight in the confines of a large study, there were two Apprentices who were not fortunate enough to be out getting drunk with their friends. For Ayla - The Fiery-haired Bard and Harriet it was another night in Sidmere’s study, reading up and practicing their spells for a chance at their upcoming Guildhand trial.
Ayla, who had seen the brunt of the duties for the Royal visit, had been so eagerly awaiting the night where she could finally go out and unwind. But she couldn’t avoid studying when the trials were so close.
She looked out of the rain-splattered window, looking down on Guilden, the lights of the town fragmented by the rain, and sighed.
For an hour, she studied, focusing on her spellbook and trying to drill the long list of spells into her head. Her attention waned; often she found herself wandering from the pages and up to the massive library that towered above her Mentor’s study.
So many books, and she didn’t believe that Scholar Sidmere had read them all in his time. The man was barely past the age of thirty, and he much preferred theatre to books.
Instead of studying, Ayla began to ruminate about how many of those books her Mentor had read, and how many were still waiting to be opened, left to gather dust through years of neglect.
A hand slapped her shoulder, jolting her forward and knocking her from her ruminations. She spun around in her seat and behind her, Harriet stood with her wand in hand. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your reading?” She asked, poking Ayla’s cheek with her wand, her fat freckled cheeks raised with a smirk.
Harriet was another of Sidmere’s Apprentices. She was a short girl with a little weight on her, coming from a fondness for food. And it showed. She had a belly on her, but most of her weight was in her thighs which were delightfully plump, the faint sight of them showing beneath her skirt.
Her chubby cheeks were freckled and she had a small button nose that really showed just how rounded her cheeks were. She had brown hair that reached just beyond her ears and was often short and curly, but for tonight it had been straightened. It was easy to tell she was naturally curly-haired as it was already beginning to furl back.
She was a year older than Ayla - Nineteen years. It gave her the idea that she was the Senior, the older sister of the two and she liked to act like it. Though often she looked more foolish than mature. Her talent as a Magi was not be overlooked, but Harriet had a penchant for not acting her age.
Ayla reached out and swiped the wand from Harriet’s hand. “Shouldn’t you?” She retorted. “You won’t learn much swinging your wand around.”
“I am.” Replied Harriet, snatching her wand back and running to the other side of the table where Ayla couldn’t reach her. Not that Ayla cared to follow her.
“It looks it.” She shook her head.
With a mocking glance, Harriet pointed her wand at her and chuckled, brandishing a mischievous grin. “It’s important you are as useful with your spells as you are your books.” She recited her Mentor’s words with an accent that barely resembled his.
Her performance as Scholar Sidmere gave Ayla a strong fit of the giggles. Her impression was good, or maybe it was just the mockery she put into her words.
“Well, get back to it. And let me read in peace.”
Before she could continue reading, a wand slammed down on her book. Ayla huffed and slowly looked up, again seeing Harriet smirking. “Come spar with me, Ayla.”
She pushed the wand away. “I need to catch up on my reading. There’s a whole bunch of spells I’ve yet to learn.” She tried to open her book again, and again the wand came down on it.
“Oh, come on!” Harriet whined. “I need to practice some of these summons and it’d be fun to do it with somebody. “Come on~” She kept begging, hopping up and down and eventually rocking the table, all wide-eyed and soppy like a puppy. “If you do it I’ll love you forever~”
It took some time, but eventually she caved to Harriet’s begging and took the wand. “Okay, I’m sure I can show you a thing or two. Just stop with those puppy-dog eyes.”
The girls took up position in the center of the study and prepared for their first round sparring. The game was simple; one girl would manifest an illusion, and the other had to summon something to best it. If Harriet summoned a mouse, Ayla would summon a cat. If she summoned a tree, then Ayla would summon an axe.
It was a fast game, each round lasting only a minute. Before the girls knew it, a whole hour had passed. The clock in the town rang for seven and both girls set aside their wands.
Harriet’s stomach growled, as did Ayla’s, and both girls agreed it was time for something to eat.
“Did you bring something with you to eat?” Harriet asked, pulling out a neatly wrapped sandwich from her rucksack.
“I was going to get something from the Great Hall… but I forgot.” Ayla squeaked, hanging her head down.
Harriet giggled and reached back into her rucksack. “It’s a good thing I brought enough for us both, isn’t it.” She said, placing a smaller sandwich on the table.
In the back of her mind, Ayla had a feeling that this wasn’t really for her, that it was just another sandwich for Harriet to scarf down, but she wouldn’t say no. She took the sandwich and fiddled with the delicate wrapping. “Where did you get this? From that little tea shop in town?”
“Uh-huh!” Harriet nodded, spewing crumbs as she’d already taken a large bite from her sandwich.
“Aww, I wish you’d told me you were going there.” Ayla huffed. “You know how much I love that big flask of cinnamon tea they do.”
The chubby Magi smirked, crumbs again falling from her mouth. “Then it’s a good thing I was thinking of you.” She again reached into her rucksack and pulled out two green flasks.
For a short while, the girls sat at the table, munching on their sandwiches and talking. There really wasn’t much to talk about, but that didn’t stop them from chatting. Harriet, with a mouth full of pork sandwich, bragged about a new spell she had been learning - a teleportation spell capable of vanishing anything.
“It’s going to be such a great spell!” She said, crumbs spewing everywhere as she waved her wand around. “I’ll be able to move anything that’s smaller than me, but with enough effort, I could learn to move mountains!” She cheered, again waving her wand.
Not much for bragging, Ayla sat quietly and nursed her cinnamon tea. She listened to Harriet brag and brag. She knew she couldn’t say anything when Harriet had been kind enough to bring her a sandwich and tea, so she kept quiet, nodding along with every word Harriet said.
After both girls had finished their food and their tea, they set back to their studies. The night was growing and they both wished to get as much studying done before their Mentor’s return. Ayla once again buried her head deep in her spellbook and began reciting summoning words, and Harriet returned to her summoning.
It had only been a few minutes after finishing her tea that Harriet felt discomfort in her bladder. It was enough to interrupt her from her spellcasting. “Haa~” She sighed and threw her arms up. She couldn’t ignore it, she had to answer nature’s call.
“It was a big flask of tea.” She shrugged to herself.. She sat her wand down on the table and strutted off to use the lavatory, whistling a tune as she approached the door. “I’ll be back in a minute, I’m going for a slash.” She informed Ayla.
“Alright.” Ayla peered over her book. “Don’t take too long, I know what you’re like.”
Neither girl had remembered, nor realized what they had been told by Nidley earlier. Harriet walked up to the door, growing quite desperate for a pee. It was growing worse quickly, like the contents of that flask was rushing itself into her bladder.
She grabbed the door handle and pushed it, and to her dismay found that it wouldn’t budge. The handle was stuck, rattling under her grasp.
“Oh right…” She sighed, remembering at last. “Nidley put this dumb lock on the door.” She held the lock flat in her palm and jiggled it, hoping that would be enough to undo such a flimsy looking lock. “What did Nidley say this thing does? Ask us a question or something like that?”
The lock the Kniv had put on the door was designed to stop the girls from shirking their studies and heading out into town to get drunk with the rest of the Guild.
At first Ayla and Harriet found the idea ridiculous, but no matter what they said, Nidley brushed it off and insisted that it wouldn’t be a problem. “It’s not like you’ll be locked in here! If you need to get up to do dirty things, all you have to do is answer a question and the lock will undo itself! Easy right?” The Kniv told them.
“You’re both great students, so you shouldn’t have a problem with this lock provided you’ve both been reading your spellbook - which I’m sure two great Apprentices have been.”
The look Nidley had given them glowed with a certain mockery. It came naturally to a Kniv, that mocking little stare. They were mischievous by nature after all.
The lock began to shake in Harriet’s palm and suddenly, like a creature drawing its first breath, it gasped. “If you wish to pass you must solve my riddle.” A deep voice echoed.
“Alright, I’m an ace at riddles.” Harriet claimed with a burning arrogance. That arrogance was suddenly knocked as a knock from her bladder struck her, causing her legs to seize. She jiggled her hips, dancing up and down on the spot, feeling her fluids sloshing around inside her. “Hurry it up then, I’m burstin’ for a wee here.”
A deep deep guttural groan emanated from the device, and the voice told her the riddle. “I vanquish light, but without it I diminish. I am as darrrrk as night and black as coal, but I can shape myself under your contrrrrol.” The riddle concluded with an inhuman groan. “What am I?”
“I… what?” Harriet had never heard such a riddle, and after mulling it over for a minute or two, with her thoughts being disrupted briefly by growing urgency between her legs, she gave in, huffed and crossed her arms. “What the hell does that mean?”
She tried listing off the first things that came to her mind. None of them were correct. FInally, she grabbed the lock and started pulling at it. “I don’t know the answer to that dumb riddle. Now come on, open up and let me go for a wee! I’m not going to sneak off! Come onnnnn!”
She pulled and pulled, the steel rattling under her grasp, but the lock didn’t budge. “Your answerrrr is incorrrrect.” It moaned. “Return to me when you can solve my riddle.”
“Hey! No!” She pulled furiously, planting her foot on the door and pushed herself back with the lock in hand. “Come on! Let. Me. Go!” Still it wouldn’t budge. No matter how much Harriet pulled, rattled and rived.
All of this activity only aggravated her bladder. She stopped when she felt a fierce sting between her lower lips, like a burning against her spigot. “Gah!” She took out her frustration by kicking the floor.
There was nothing she could do, and with her bladder begging for relief, Harriet could only hobble back to the table. “A-Ayla do you know the answer?” She asked, cheeks flushed.
Ayla shook her head, but she did have one idea. “Nidley said the answer would be in our spellbooks, right?” She flicked the page and read on. “Maybe it’s not just a riddle, maybe they’re summoning words. You know - words of power for helping novices with spellcasting.”
“Like what Sidmere has you doing?” Harriet said with a sly smirk.
“Yes… like what Sidmere has me doing.” She replied, masking her anger at such an easy dig of her abilities.
“So we’re going to have to read through this whole thing to find them?” Harriet picked up her own book and ran her finger across the pages of the unopened book. “There must be a thousand pages here!” Saying that made her bladder twinge. She grabbed the edge of the table and bent down, squeezing her thighs tightly together.
To read through the whole book and find those words, if they were even there, would take a lot longer than her quivering bladder could afford her. All that tea had gone right through her and quickly it was filling her up. She felt fit to burst and knowing she had no choice only made it feel worse.
Harriet pulled up a chair and sat down at the table. She pressed her butt deep into the chair, crossing her legs and brushing the heel of her right foot up and down her shin in impatient desperation, letting the rhythmic sound soothe her. “I’m bursting!” She hissed through her teeth.
“Try not to think about too much.” Ayla told her in a weak effort to try and help. “Here, I’ll help. How about I read from the back and you read from the front?”
“P-Please.” Harriet accepted, her tongue quivering as her body waned in strength from holding. “Thank you, A-Ayla.”
She smiled kindly. “It’s no problem.” Though she had her own selfish reasons for finding the answer to that riddle, and she kept it hidden well beneath the table.
All Harriet could do now was bury her head in the spellbook and flick frantically through the pages. She tried to sit still, but her urges kept her squirming, writing in her seat, brushing her pudgy butt against the wood.
She read as fast as she could, pushing through the pages of spells, looking for anything that could match the riddle.
Nothing would stop her. The only thing that came close was the growing wave of desperation that kept washing over her, sending her whole body into a frenzy of feverish shivers, the lapse in control causing her to strike the table with her knees to alleviate the urges.
“Have you found anything yet?” She moaned, growing ever more impatient.
“Not yet.” Ayla replied, though she was reading at a much slower pace, examining every sentence thoroughly.
“Oooooh~” She moaned again and buried her face into the books pages. She felt a twinge between her legs like a violent flash of lightning striking her. She grasped the book tightly, pulling it close and pushing the tip of its spine against her spout, shuddering as it brought her momentary relief. “I’m dying for a piss here!” She cried.
“I know, but keep reading. It can’t take much longer.” Ayla tried to reassure her.
Harriet had not been alone in her plight as Ayla too had been feeling nature’s call for a while now. She too had greedily downed her entire flask of tea before returning to her studies. She composed herself far better than Harriet but that didn’t mean she wasn’t feeling the same pressure as her friend.
For now, Ayla accepted there was nothing more they could do but find the answer to the riddle. The only other solution she wouldn’t dare consider, and that was to find… other means of relieving themselves. That was out of the question, so for now Ayla sat, legs together and the thoughts of relieving herself pushed to the back of her mind.
An hour had passed, marked by the chimes of the town clock in the distance. The girls had hardly made a dent in the pages they were reading. It had gotten worse for them, both girls squirmed in their seats, Harriet noticeably more so than Ayla.
Both girls were near their limits.
Harriet was burning up. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire and she had grown sweaty from the frequent shivers. She had grown more tense as time passed, sitting with her legs pressed right against each other, pressing her hot, pudgy thighs together. She grimaced at the clammy feeling of sweat.
Even as she wrapped herself up, she could still feel her water, the impatient calls of her bladder pushing ever closer to the tip of her maidenly spot, her lower lips trembling as her strength dwindled.
She couldn’t distract herself, whether it be by reading or impatient pacing, her mind could focus on visions of sweet relief; of pulling down her knickers and seating herself over a nice, waiting commode. The sounds of her water sloshing beneath her and she let it all out.
Those visions proved to be too much, and Harriet at last couldn’t contain herself. She gave up, slamming her book closed and accepting defeat. She buried her head deep in her knees, pressing her hands down between her soft maidenly lips, not a care for the sweat moistening her fingers.
“I can’t hold it in any longer!” She declared, screaming loud enough for her voice to echo.
She leapt up from the chair, her sudden movements causing intense agony to the point she doubled over, crushing her hands with the sweaty fat of her thighs. “Please tell me you’ve found the answer!” She cried, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.
She hadn’t and Ayla lacked the heart to tell her the truth. She shook her head meekly. She too had been distracted by her body’s frequent cries for the lavatory. Beneath the table she rocked her legs, sweeping the floor with her boots, listening to the scraping of the stone to distract herself.
She had grown desperate, near her own breaking point. She could feel her bladder overfilling, the warm contents giving her belly a slight bulge. Still, she kept her composure.
“I’m going to piss myself!” Harriet continued to cry, jumping up and down frantically with her hands wedged between the heft of her thighs. Her wrists lifted her skirt and revealed the faintest glimpse of her knickers. “I really mean it this time! It’s about to come out!” She spun around, scouting the room for something to go in. “I’ve got no choice… I’m going to have to piss in that plant!”
Ayla felt her heart skip a beat when she heard it. “W-What!?” She yelped, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. She looked over her shoulder toward the corner Harriet was eyeing. There was an old ceramic pot that housed a small green shrub, perfectly perched in the shadow. “Y-You can’t go in that!” She shouted. She’d never heard Harriet be so crude. “J-Just wait another minute or t-two! I’m almost through-”
Her words fell on deaf ears. As Ayla tried to reason with her, Harriet ignored her and squirmed over to the pot, holding herself the whole way. She hiked up her skirt and treated Ayla to a glimpse of her peachy backside, barely contained by her white knickers, which clung to her crack with sweat.
She stood over the shrub, weak at the knees, shaking violently as she clawed at her knickers. The sweat had them clinging to her maidenhood like glue. Her hands, shaking feverishly, also gave her problems. She could feel it coming, her spout quivering. She had to get her knickers down and squat down over the pot before it was too late.
“H-Harriet!” Ayla yelled, trying her best to get her to stop. “J-Just h-hold it for another-”
“I can’t.” Harriet hissed. She stood immodestly with her hands hiking up her skirt, revealing her white cotton knickers in all of their glory. “If Nidley didn’t want me to piss in their plants she shouldn’t have put that stupid lock on the door!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggle, she was able to hook her thumbs under her knickers and yanked them down. They fell around her knees, revealing her soft pink lips, glistening with sweat.
Ayla couldn’t believe it. She could feel her heart racing. Harriet’s maidenhood, right before her very eyes.
There was no more time. Harriet felt a spurt dribbling from between her lips. Without hesitation she thrust herself down and squatted over the pot, lowering herself over the soil. She felt the leaves press against her crotch, they tickled her lips.
She let go, and at last felt the pleasure as her water rushed out of her and into the waiting soil beneath.
“Ooooooooh~” She moaned as the air in the chamber resonated with a heavy hissing and the sounds of her piss slashing against dry soil. Her stream struck the soil with force, causing it to splatter against the leaves of the shrub, as well as her bare thighs.
She didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything. The relief was too much. It felt too good.
She took great pleasure in the relief she was feeling, enjoying every second that she was filling the pot. She swayed her hips gently, thrusting them from side to side. She glanced down and watched as her thick stream rained from between her thighs, spraying the little plant in her essence as she danced from side to side.
A few stray dribbles ran from her maidenhood, leading a hot, damp trail to her wincing anus and dribbling down onto the floor.
“Ahhhhhhhh~” She continued to sigh, moaning like a whore being serviced between her legs.
Her stream showed no sign of stopping, and the soil, now damp and steaming with piss, could barely hold anymore of her fluids. With a little push, her stream grew even stronger, now striking the leaves and splattering the floor around her boots. “Oooh~” Her legs went weak from the ecstasy she was feeling. She could hardly keep herself up so she squatted deeper, her cheeks widening as she straddled the sides of the pot to steady herself.
“Ahh~ F-Fuck me~ This feels~” Her symphony of sighs continued, dripping with relief that was near orgasmic. “Sooo good~”
Ayla leered at Harriet’s maidenhood, watching her douse the poor plant with a splattering of piss. Her cheeks grew redder, burning like hellfire. Harriet’s backside was delightfully plump, her rosy cheeks dripping with stray drops of pee that glistened in the candlelight.
She knew it was wrong to watch another girl during such a personal moment, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. She watched every second of it, the sight of another girl pissing gleefully in her presence causing her own bladder to wince in envy.
It was taunting; she felt helpless. Part of her wanted to rush over and join her, pulling down her knickers and hovering over the plant with her. The only thing Ayla could do was straddle the chair and press her maidenhood against the seat, squirming like a helpless child.
It was as if she was torturing herself. To watch Harriet relieve herself with such unrestrained pleasure while she was confined to her seat, writing around, on the edge of soiling herself. It made her lower lips tremble and coupled with the pressure against her maidenly spot, she began to quiver with glee.
Harriet was still not relieved. She must have held the whole of Lake Astana in her bladder to be pissing for so long. She was still going, her stream splattering noisily against the pool of piss where the soil could not soak up anymore.
Her stream was growing weaker and she was beginning to feel empty. It was an orgasmic feeling, one that curled her lips in pleasure. With feverish fingers, she lowered herself down to the pot and seated herself atop it, barely hanging over the edge.
Her pudgy thighs sank in the ceramic pot and her radiant cheeks, filling out the empty space, concealed her stream from Ayla’s leering eyes. But she could still hear it; a soft muffled splashing against an already large pool of piss. Her cheeks slowly spread as her butt sank into the pot, giving Ayla a rather… vivid view of her rear porthole, glistening with piss and winking with every shiver.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime had passed, there was silence again. Harriet’s stream died down to a few little trickles. The chamber’s smoky aroma was now polluted with a strong stench of fresh piss that steamed in the air.
Ayla, with her bladder bulging and her heart battering against her chest, relished the silence. No longer could she be teased by the sights and sounds of Harriet pissing. That sound, the sloshing of her stream as it mingled with the already growing puddle in the pot had been as tantalizing as it had been taunting.
It had given Ayla a feeling of ecstasy for all the wrong reasons.
“Hmm~” Harriet concluded the ordeal with a soft sigh, a quiet little moan that told her that at last her bladder was empty. “That’s better~”
She pushed herself up from the plant, letting her knickers flutter down her knees and rest atop her boots. A few dribbles still trickled from her spout. Now that it was all over, Harriet realized just how awkward of a situation it had been, not just for her but for Ayla, who had just witnessed her unleash a mighty flood into an unsuspecting pot of soil.
Ayla sat, squirming, staring blankly at Harriet.
“S-Sorry, I r-really needed that.” She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, feeling the little prickles of her hairs standing on end. She bent over to grab her knickers when she felt a cold damp patch between her cheeks. “A-Ayla, would you mind…” She spun her finger, gesturing for Ayla to turn around. “I need to wipe.”
It took the fiery-haired girl a moment to register that she was gawking like a drunkard in a brothel. “Oh! OH! Ah! Sorry!” She averted her leering looks and buried her head back into the books pages. “I wish that was me over that plant…” She whispered.
She heard Harriet approach the table. A hand reached past her and grabbed one of the napkins from their dinner. “S-Sorry… I just need this for… you know.”
Cloth shuffled behind her. Ayla could imagine it, almost as if she could see it; Harriet’s wet cheeks being pushed back into her knickers, her fat, round cheeks barely contained by the cotton. She smiled sinfully and continued with her reading.
Harriet appeared shortly after, strolling past the table with a spring in her step and taking her seat, leaving what she’d done in the pot to stew with the soil. Steam rose up from the soil.
“I’m all done.” She said, curling her lips into a smile. She sounded fatigued, her breath was heavy and ragged, her cheeks red and glistening with sweat. “Ooh, you had no idea how good that felt.” She let out a moan and leant back in her seat, savouring the feeling of an empty bladder.
Ayla ignored her. She couldn’t listen to Harriet talk about how good it felt. Maybe when she wasn’t on the brink of bursting it would be tolerable, but right now it just weighed down on her.
“Hey is something up with you?” Harriet asked, prodding the cover of the spellbook with her wand. “You’ve been really quiet and you’re looking pale. You feeling ill?”
With the unrelenting assault against her maidenhood, Ayla knew she couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. She pressed her hands atop her thighs and took a deep breath. “I… have to pee as well.” She whimpered, the shame of saying it aloud made her heart flutter. She could only stare down at her legs, watching her fidgeting thighs beneath her skirt.
“Oh, Oh!” Harriet exclaimed as if she should’ve known. She perked up suddenly, leaning up and over the table. “How bad is it? Like is it pant-pissingly bad?”
Ayla said nothing, letting her face, burning a bright ruby red, tell Harriet everything.
“You idiot, you should’ve said something!” Harriet flailed her wand with scorn, furrowing her brows angrily. “You should go and do it in the plant pot if you’re about to piss yourself.” She gestured to the steaming pot with her wand.
She shook her head furiously, refusing to entertain the idea. “There’s no need for that!” She protested.
She brushed off the idea before Harriet could say another word. Being a Caravarni, Ayla was used to peeing in the bushes when nature called, but not like this. She couldn’t just squat down over a potted plant and relieve herself in it, especially when that potted plant belonged to her Mentor. The shame would never leave her, she’d be forced to live with it, knowing that plant had been moistened by her water.
“I’ll be fine. I’m not too desperate.” She put on a fake smile and confidently brushed her fiery-hair out of her eyes to mask the urgency that was slowly chipping away at her. The pressure in her bladder was swelling, the soft bulge that protruded from her stomach had grown and it felt like she was about to explode.
For now, Ayla buried her head back in her spellbook and tried to resume reading. This time she read quicker, practically skimming the pages.
And then, after only a minute of reading, Ayla found exactly what she was looking for.
As if the words on the page lit up, the passage she had desperately sought was right before her eyes. “Of course.” Ayla muttered, smacking her cheek in disbelief. “It’s Sentient Shadow!” She looked up at Harriet, eyes glowing and a bright smile. “The riddle - part of it is the summoning words of Sentient Shadow!”
It was so obvious, so blatant that even the most novice of Magi would know it without the aid of a spellbook. No wonder Sidmere had her reading these books religiously. For that she smacked herself again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Harriet threw her head back and stared blankly at the ceiling. “Of course! Shadows can only be seen with light and the moving under control thing.” She didn’t sound half as disappointed as Ayla. “Well, we’ve got the answer and you need to piss, right? Go show that stupid lock!” She cheered, clenching her fist.
Were it not for her body’s cries for relief, she would’ve sat and read the passage over to make sure she was correct. But she had grown so full, so desperate beyond belief that she’d have to forgo any thorough research. She was close to soiling herself and as her body waned in strength until she felt weak she was holding herself on sheer willpower alone.
She was growing hot, her whole body, but mostly between her legs, was burning. She’d grown jittery, her whole body shaking in an effort to keep herself moving. It was the only thing that staved off the growing pressure that welled between her legs.
As quick as her feeble form would allow her Ayla pushed her chair back and hopped to her feet, slamming her legs closed and doubled over as the pressure hit her. “Hnng!” She hissed, her whole body tightening.
Fearing that rushing would be more than her bulging bladder could bear, she dragged her feet across the floor, walking slowly, stiffly, forced to embrace the feeling of her fluids sloshing around inside of her.
She dragged herself before the door. Her whole body was trembling like the cold had gotten to her. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek. It may have been a tear for all she knew. She squeezed her legs together to relieve the tension on the aching muscles between her thighs and stood up straight, head raised and brandishing a fierce look of determination painted over her weak, feverish expression.
There wasn’t much she could do to ease the stress on her lower half. She prayed her tight form would be enough to deter even the smallest dribble. It hurt, the pain she was feeling with every passing second grew more intense. She felt fit to burst at the seams, her lower stomach spasmed and her legs shook.
Her cheeks burned, cooled only by beads of sweat. Her lower lips quivered, dripping with sweat from the shakes. In the back of her mind Ayla heard this little voice that begged her to give up, telling her to collapse and let it all out just so she could bask in the warm relief that would follow.
No. She wouldn’t allow it. “H-Heroes do not soil themselves.” She whispered a reassuring mantra to herself.
All that stood between her and the warm, welcoming embrace of a lavatory seat was the lock Nidley had put in place. That lock, which hung from the door silently, half-covered by darkness, was the great beast to be slain.
She ignored everything she was feeling, pushing it to the back of her mind so she could focus only on getting the door open. For a few moments she would have to endure the screaming in her head. She stood still, enjoying the heat from her thighs as they rubbed desperately against one another.
With a low guttural groan the lock awakened and again offered its riddle. “Answer this rrrriddle…”
Before it could speak, a twinge, no a strike from her bladder rocked Ayla between her thighs. It was so intense that she lashed out, stamping the floor with her foot and biting her lip, chewing down on it. “Hnnn…” You’re Sentient Shadow!” She screamed, forsaking decency and grabbing herself between the legs, fingering herself with an iron-clad grasp. “You’re the malformation spell Sentient Shadow.” She took a deep breath in the narrow hope of composing herself. “NOW OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!”
Silence fell on the study, the whole chamber growing eerily quiet. The air was still. Ayla stood frozen, legs crossed and fear dripping from her body. She clenched her fists tightly, nails digging into her palm as a horrendous wave washed over her, striking her walls with enough force that she thought she was going to give in and flood her clothes.
She endured it, though she feared it was not without repercussions. The seat of her knickers felt surprisingly damp.
“You arrrre corrrrect.” The lock answered and clicked. The small latch wrapped around the door undid itself and the lock fell from the handle.
Finally, it was over. Ayla cheered. She reached out to kick the lock aside and almost instantly realized that was not her wisest move. The only thing holding back her water was the pressure from her legs squeezing together. As her legs parted, her bladder seized the moment.
A hot spurt leaked into her knickers, dampening her crotch. “Aah!” She whimpered, bending over and clamping her hands against her lower lips. She felt another spurt spill onto the tips of her fingers.
“Ayla, are you okay?” Her antics had drawn Harriet’s attention. “You can make it on your own, right?”
“Haa~ I’m fine. I’ve… just been sitting too long. Legs have fallen asleep.” She replied with a poorly convincing smile. I’m about to pee! I’m about to pee! I’M ABOUT TO PEE! “I’m going for a wee and then I’ll be back.”
That small leak had given her a taste of the relief she sorely needed. With that first dribble Ayla could feel herself giving in. The soft spot between her legs burned like hellfire, her lips quivered beyond control and she could feel herself losing control; her walls widening for a larger flood that was pushing closer to the cotton of her knickers.
She waddled forward and slammed her hand against the door handle, the cold brass chilling her sweaty palm was a victory of its own. She threw the door open, staring down the long stone corridor. Just a short walk, a minute at most. She could make it.
She took her first step out, but as she did, another hot spurt burst from between her legs. At first Ayla didn’t care. She was determined to brave the short walk to the lavatory, but then there was another spurt, and another, and another.
The fourth spurt soaked the seat of her knickers but it didn’t stop there. It came rushing out, a continuous hot flood that poured from between her lower lips like beer from a tap.
“N-No…” Ayla whimpered, sliding down to her knees.
It was over. A well thought battle of wills but in the end it was Ayla who lost.
Sinking to the floor, Ayla gave up and let it happen, letting her knickers flood. A long hot stream poured from her lower lips, splattering against the seat of her knickers. Her maidenly forest grew wet, soaking through, her hair wet and clinging to her knickers.
The relief was tremendous, sheer bliss that filled every inch of her body as her pee filled her knickers. She felt her bladder shrink with every passing second as it all poured out of her like a dam had burst. “Ahh~ Ahh~ Ooh~” She moaned, feeling a stronger wave of pleasure shooting through her whole body. It made her shudder. She bit her lip, stifling a heavenly moan.
The cotton of her knickers grew heavy as they struggled to hold anymore of her piss. It kept coming and coming, a long unending stream. Her whole lower half was sopping wet and warm. Piss pooled in the seat of her knickers, the warmth spreading to her backside. She could feel the dampness against her anus, which twitched as her muscles tried, and failed, to tense up in an effort to stop her stream.
It was like a reflex, her whole body trying to seize up, and struggling to stop her stream.
Finally, when the cotton of her knickers could hold no more, Ayla felt her thighs starting to grow wet, and quickly after her shins. Her pee ran through her knickers, dribbling along the soft skin of her thighs and raining down to her knees.
It didn’t stop, the streaks of piss that ran down her thighs quickly became one long downpour clinging to her thighs and dripping onto the floor, forming a large steaming lake around her.
Ayla lost count of how long it had been. It must’ve been at least forty seconds. Forty long seconds of pissing into her knickers, helpless to stop it. Forty long seconds of near orgasmic relief that had her head high in the heavens. It was sheer bliss.
Finally, it was over. A lake of steaming piss was slowly growing around her, her entire lower half had been soaked, her bare legs glistening in the light, and the faint bulge of her bladder had receded. It was finally over.
“Ha… Ha… Ha…” Ayla moaned between ragged breaths.
She sat motionless on the ground, sitting in the puddle of pee she had produced. Her thighs and butt were soaking wet. Slowly, her legs drifted apart and she felt on her backside, gaining a warm unwelcomed refreshment in the waiting wetness beneath her.
Once the relief had settled, reality set in. So did the humiliation. Where a warm fuzzy feeling had her feeling better, reassuring her that at least she knew relief, a numbing coldness had set in. Ayla dropped her head in shame and glared at the large puddle surrounding her. She had done that; a lake and it had all come from her.
The air was hot with the stench of fresh piss. Steam rose, shrouding her. Her sopping wet legs were quickly growing cold. Ayla had no words to say. She wanted to cry, to thrust her head against her pillow and hide away from the world. A grown girl, a hero, and she had soiled herself like a child.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her. She felt herself being lifted up from the floor. She watched the puddle grow smaller as she was lifted to her feet. Trickles dripped from her thighs, landing with a splash in her piss.
“Addilyn?” Harriet whispered softly in her ear. She used her full name, which was a rare occurrence. It made Ayla feel worse. “Are you okay?”
“I w-wet myself.” Ayla stammered. She felt a tear running down her cheek. “I’m a grown girl, a Guild Apprentice, and I wet myself…”
“I-It’s okay.” Harriet comforted her, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. Ayla’s wet legs brushed against Harriet’s skirt and she could feel her skirt soaking up the wetness. “It happens to the best of us, r-right?” The trembling in her voice told Ayla that Harriet was lost for words.
Suddenly, Ayla pushed herself against Harriet and buried her face into her shoulder. “I actually wet myself…” She sobbed, pushing her face deeper into Harriet’s shirt.
The darkness made it easier to hide her shame. She wrapped her arms around Harriet for comfort, feeling at ease as Harriet returned her hug. Knowing that Harriet didn’t mind as she pushed her wet legs against her made her feel at ease. She felt safe, secure when Harriet put her arms around her, like the world disappeared and there was nobody else but Harriet and herself.
“There’s no need to worry.” Harriet told her, pulling her closer and whispering softly in her ear. “I’m not going to tell a soul, of course I’m not.” And then inspiration struck. She pulled herself away from Ayla and rushed to get her wand. “In fact, nobody has to know!” She twirled the wand.
“W-What do you mean?” Ayla squeaked, wiping a tear from her eye.
“I’ve been practicing a vanishing spell, Haven’t I?” She again twirled her wand and pointed it at the puddle of piss. “I think now would be a good time to use it!”
That made Ayla feel a tad better, or at least enough for her to smile. “Will it work?”
Harriet nodded. “Of course it will. If it’s smaller than my own weight I can make it disappear. I think that’s less than my own weight.” She said with a playful giggle. “Just watch as I show you how a true illusionist works.”
With a swish and a flick Harriet raised the wand to the tip of her chin. She stood over the puddle, tapping the air with her wand. She needed to examine everything about the item she wished to vanish: The size, the smell, the texture. Everything.
She measured the shape, the small streaks that spread from the puddle. Next she measured the volume and colour. “Fucking hell.” She muttered under her breath. “She was really holding it in.”
“What are you doing?” Ayla asked. She stood behind Harriet, tapping her fingers against each other.
She’d never known a Magi use a vanishing spell and she didn’t quite understand why Harriet was stood staring into a puddle of her pee.
Her thighs were starting to feel clammy now that her pee was beginning to dry. Her maidenhood felt damp and sticky. The smell of piss in the air began to turn, growing cold and stale. All she could do was rub her legs together and try to ignore the discomfort.
“Okay.” Harriet took a deep breath and raised the tip of her wand.
She channeled a sliver of magical energy into her wand. The tip began to glow as the energy collected, illuminating the air with a purple light. “Okay.” She repeated, taking another breath.
With a sudden flick, as if slashing through the air, Harriet thrust her wand diagonally in front of her. The air that touched the tip of her wand began to shimmer purple, leaving a hovering tear. Ayla’s pee too began to glow a sparkling purple.
She raised the wand up, and mimicking her movements the puddle lifted from the floor. Little droplets of pee danced in the air, following the motions of Harriet’s wand. “How cool is this, huh?” She said, waving the wand around and making the droplets dance.
“I-It’s pretty impressive.” Ayla said with burning cheeks as she watched her pee dance in the air.
“Even if I do this?” Harriet giggled and directed the floating droplets toward Ayla.
“Ah!” Ayla yelped, leaping backwards and narrowly avoiding the drops of pee Harriet directed toward her. “Harriet! Will you please just make it disappear!”
“Alright.” She huffed, moving her wand in the opposite direction. “Ready?”
For the grand finale Harriet lifted her wand high above her head, as high as she could reach. She let it hover above her and then, in a single motion, brought it down. All the droplets hovering in the air came down, crashing against the floor.
The air exploded, erupting in a burst of magical energy. The light was blinding. Both girls recoiled, shielding their eyes from the overwhelming purple light.
Once the light had vanished, Ayla peered up. The first thing she noticed was that the puddle was gone. The floor was clean, spotless as if nothing had happened.
“Woah!” Ayla couldn’t believe it. Harriet’s spell had worked. “It really worked?” She took a step forward and looked down. It was really gone; No more pee, no puddle, no foul smell. “It really worked! Thank you, Harriet! Thank you! Thank you!”
“It’s no problem.” The arrogant Magi twirled and tapped her head with her wand, striking a pose. “It’s a great little spell to have.”
“It is! Where did-” Ayla paused as a sudden cold spell took her by surprise.
A whispering wind fluttered beneath her dress and she could feel it right against her lower lips. “Did it get cold all of a sudden?” She reached down to grab the hem of her dress, but instead she only grabbed air.
“What… WAH!” Ayla shrieked. Her skirt was missing, and just that, her knickers had vanished too. “Where’s my… and my… AHH! Look away!” She continued to scream, turning her back to Harriet.
“You know I can still see your arse.” Harriet said lewdly, giggling.
“IT’S NOT FUNNY HARRIET! DID YOU VANISH MY SKIRT!?” She continued to scream, fuming to the point her whole body was glowing red.
“I didn’t mean to!” Harriet tried to defend herself while masking a snicker. “You’ve got a really cute arse, haven’t you? How have I never noticed that?” It was round, soft and shapely, a proper girl’s arse.
“Harriet!” Ayla shrieked, thrusting her hands behind her to try and hide her butt. “What am I supposed to do? This is your fault, you know! How am I going to explain to Nidley or Sidmere that I’m not wearing a skirt? Or underwear for that matter!?” The thought of explaining this to her Mentor made her go weak at the knees with worry. There was no way this could be happening.
“Alright! Alright! Ehh… well, the door is open. Just rush out to your bunk and grab a clean pair of skivvies.” She suggested, sounding proud of the idea.
Ayla could only huff at the idea. “How am I meant to walk the halls like this? No! Don’t turn around, you already know what’s wrong!”
“Okay, I know what to do.” Harriet shrugged her shoulders. “I guess there’s only one thing for it.” She hooked her hands beneath her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fluttered to the floor and she stood before Ayla with her skivvies proudly on show. There was a small dribble of pee from where she hadn’t wiped after using the plant. “Here put these on.” She said, offering her skirt to Ayla.”
She took Harriet’s skirt and held it in her hands. It was warm with a faint smell of lavender, Harriet’s favourite scent. “You want me to wear your skirt?” She looked up, tilting her head like a confused puppy.
“Well I won’t need it if I’m staying here. And I at least have my knickers to cover up my pride and joy.” She thrust her hips forward, showing off her knickers.
“F-Fine. Turn around and let me change then.”
While Harriet stood with her back turned, Ayla quickly put on the skirt. It was loose-fitting around her slender figure, which wasn’t a surprise. Harriet had always been pudgy around her waist. She pulled the skirt up and fastened the belt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She sighed, adjusting the skirt.
“It’ll be fine. Everybody is out in town getting pissed anyway. Just run back to your bunk, grab a clean pair of kegs and get back here.”
Ayla rushed to the door, stopping at it and turning back. She turned around and with a glowing smile thanked Harriet. “T-Thanks for doing that for me, Harriet.” She said warmly.
“No problem, little sis’.” She replied with a warm smile. “Now go get changed, and give your bits a rinse in the restroom too.”
Once Ayla had vanished down the hall, Harriet sank down into a nearby chair and sighed. “Fucking hell what a night.” She said, resting her eyes. She swung forward and looked over to the plant pot in the corner, running her fingers through her hair and grimacing. “How the fuck will I explain to Master Sidmere that I took a piss in his plant?” |
Epilogue
Late on a cold winter's night, a forest Kniv flew quickly through the halls of Victoria, flying as fast as her little wings could carry her. “Aaah… gotta tinkle!” She cried out as she zipped up the stairs leading to her Study.
Between her legs she felt the errant twitches of her little bud. She felt like she was carrying the weight of the world in her bladder. Every passing second was like a giant river being poured into her, filling up her teeny bladder until she felt fit to burst.
Since Nidley had promised her Master that she would refrain from doing anything dirty out in public, she was forced to hold her bladder, swimming with a human-sized glass of juice, until she was back in the privacy of her bedchamber.
That meant no going into a nearby alley, hiking up her long white dress and making a tiny puddle in the comfort of the stone and shadows, or ducking into the nearest bush on the streets to give it an untimely watering.
But Nidley couldn’t wait long enough to make it to her bedchamber. Instead, she rushed on ahead of her Master and hoped that she could hold it in long enough to make it to her Study. There was a potted plant there - an Orientian bladebush, where she could do her dirty deed in peace.
Quickly she flew through the stone corridors. They felt never-ending. When she turned one corner, believing it to be her last another was waiting.
Finally, Nidley saw the large wooden door awaiting her. She’d made it to her study. And not a moment too soon, she could feel the weight of her water descending, her bladder pushing against her little rose.
She stomped down on the door handle, grimacing with each stomp as it rocked her whole body. Her bladder protested her reckless stamping, kicking against her painfully. “Just another second!” She cried, stomping harder on the door handle, trying and struggling to ignore the intense cries of pain from her bladder.
The handle clicked and Nidley let the wind carry the door open. “Ahh, about time.” She sighed, letting her resolve rest knowing that blissful relief was a moment away.
She rushed inside to her study, and to the pleasure of a private potted plant, ripe for watering. “Oooh, I’ve gotta tinkle so b- AHHH!” She screamed, the sudden fear almost tipping her overburdened bladder over the edge.
Her two apprentices, Ayla and Harriet, were sat at the table, their spellbooks and wands by their side.
Nidley bit down on her tongue, stifling her words. She had forgotten about her two Apprentices who had been in her Study all evening, preparing for their upcoming trial.
Hastily, which was near impossible with how desperate she grown, Nidley was forced to compose herself. As a Vice-Scholar, she had to look somewhat dignified in their presence.
Her bladder had too strong a hold on her fragile little frame. She struggled to hold herself as a wave of desperation washed over her. She tensed up, closing off her little bud, grimacing as she felt her anus tighten, and wiggled her butt under the secrecy of her long white dress.
Once the wave had settled, she spun around, placed her hands behind her back and straightened herself up, putting on a warm smile to distract from the shuffling of her thighs. “G-Good evening, Apprentices.” She said, hiding the quivering of her lips behind her fangs.
She noticed immediately that Ayla was no longer wearing a skirt, but instead she was now wearing a pair of dark brown trousers that finely fit her slender legs. “A-Ayla weren’t you wearing a skirt before?”
“N-No! I w-was w-wearing these all night!” The fiery-haired girl stammered, her cheeks growing a bright crimson.
Harriet said nothing, sitting in her seat and watching the little Kniv feebly make conversation. She could see it clearly, though Nidley was doing what she could to hide it.
The little shuffle of her thighs, the breathy, ragged words, the errant twitches as her fingers curled. It was obvious what Nidley was so desperate for.
And that was when she decided it was time for some fun. She leant forward in her seat, a smirk of sinister intent marking her face. “Are you okay, Nidley? You’re looking awfully fidgety.” She said with a tone dripping with feigned concern.
The Kniv was lost on how to respond to that question. She hadn’t expected either of them to notice she was fidgeting. “I-I’m fine.” She scrambled to find an excuse. “Just nice to be back home~”
The room fell silent and the air grew awkward with every passing second. “Well… you’re free to leave~” She dismissed the girls, keeping up a smile that was waning.
Beneath the feigned exterior of dignity and crumbling composure, Nidley was a mess. She was dying for a pee and with her only means of relief right in front of her eyes, she struggled to contain herself. She’d grown fidgety, her thighs clammy with sweat and her little rose quivering with anticipation.
She had to endure a mere minute more and then she could pull off her dress, rush beneath the bladebush and do her deed in the dry soil.
The sooner they left the better. The thoughts of sweet, watery relief pushed themselves to the front of her mind, teasing her bladder with images of steaming puddles and loud splatters. The thoughts made her lips curl and she tightened the grip on her bladder, struggling to quell the tremors.
Ayla got up from the table, gathered her things and wished goodnight to Nidley. “Let’s go, Harriet.” She called back to her friend as she approached the door.
Just a few more seconds. The plant was calling to her, and the shivers grew stronger as the thoughts rushed around in her head. Her little rose twitched at the thoughts of watering the bush.
However, Harriet had a different idea. Instead of gathering her things she pushed her chair closer to the table and with a grin stared straight at Nidley. “Go on ahead without me, Ayla.” She said. “There’s some reading I need to finish up on.”
“Y-You what?” Nidley moaned. She felt a sharp twinge from her bladder and the feeling was far from pleasant. It was as if somebody was driving a stick against her tummy, pushing it deeper. “There’s no need for that, Harriet. You should go get some rest.”
“It’s quite alright. It’s only right a great Apprentice makes the most of her time, right?”
Nidley held her tongue. “S-Sure.” She said, hiding her disappointment.
She couldn’t just shoo Harriet away. With the Guildhand trials only a week away, it was important they were practicing their spells when their time allowed them, and she feared what her Master would have to say if he discovered that she’d thrown them out of the study.
Ayla waved goodbye to them both and vanished off down the hall toward the bedchambers.
Harriet made herself comfortable and settled into her seat. She grabbed a flask from the table and unscrewed the lid slowly. The chamber filled with the aroma of fresh Earl Grey tea. “Would you like some tea, Nidley?” She offered, jiggling the flask.
Tea - that was the last thing Nidley wanted right now, though she was thinking about making something just as warm in the soil. “N-No thank you.” She shook her head. “I’ve had enough to drink tonight.”
She continued to twitch, her fingers clenching up into a fist as she felt her strength begin to wane, her body growing weaker. Holding it for so long was playing havoc on her thighs, and she couldn’t keep herself composed for much longer.
“I can see that.” The Apprentice muttered under her breath, hiding a devilish smirk behind the flask. “I hope you don’t mind if I pour myself some.”
Slowly, Harriet raised her cup to the tip of the flask and began to pour herself some tea.
The Kniv was forced to endure the sight, her skin crawling as she watched a hot steaming stream of tea fill the cup. It tinkled into the filling cup. Nidley chewed on her lip, fighting the urge to thrust a hand between her legs as she endured the quiet splattering of tea pouring.
Her eyes twitched, she raised a leg, trying to push it against herself to calm the feverish twinges of her little bud.
It looked… and sounded familiar to something she very much needed to do at that moment.
“Uuu…” Nidley moaned, gritting her teeth. She strained, pushing her body and forcing every ounce of strength she had to tense up the muscles between her legs.
She just had to hold it for a little while longer. Once Harriet was done reading that passage, she’d surely leave. That was what the Kniv kept telling herself.
Harriet sat with the cup in her hand, swilling the tea around, listening to the sounds it made. She remained quiet, letting the sounds fill the air.
Steaming tea sloshing around in a little cup.
Nidley cringed violently. Again she chewed on her lip, wincing and whimpering with every sound; they conjured up thoughts of squatting down in the soil of the nearby plant, getting herself down nice and low and making some of those sounds herself.
Harriet raised the cup to her lips and took a sip, slurping the tea noisily. Much to Nidley’s dismay. “Ahh~” She sighed, smacking her lips. “Did you have a nice evening, Nidley?” She asked, peering up from her book.
Her little rose quivered, straining to keep back the impending breach of her dam. “It was fun!” She replied, hiding her pain behind a smile.
The Apprentice returned her smile and took another sip of her tea. She sat back in her chair, savouring the taste. “That’s good. Where did you and Master Sidmere go?”
It was getting closer, she could feel a leak coming. Her Knivhood was clammy and her knickers clung to her with sweat. It was a gross feeling. “We went to the Gilded Pheasant for dinner.” She answered.
Harriet again sipped from her cup, this time she made Nidley wait as she took her time to swallow her tea. “I bet it was lovely.” She smiled sweetly. “Are you sure you don’t want some tea?” She asked again, putting her cup out toward Nidley and giving it a gentle shake.
That was it. Finally, Nidley couldn’t take any more of this teasing. Her muscles couldn’t hold for any longer. The sounds of hot tea splashing were too much for her tiny bulging bladder.
Like a drop of dew teetering over a leaf, she knew it was only a matter of time.
There was no choice, she’d have to go elsewhere. All she had to do was excuse herself and dash off toward her Bedchamber. That was the nearest place she could do her dirty deeds in private.
“Eh, Harriet.” She put on her kindest smile, drawing attention away from her tightly-crossed legs. “I’d love to stay and chat but there’s something I really need to do.”
“Oh, that’s a shame.” Harriet frowned. “Would you like a hand?”
“Oh no, not at all~”
“Are you sure? It’s not a problem.” She insisted, even going as far to stand up and make her way toward the door. “I’m more than happy to help with any-”
“I SAID IT’S FINE!” Nidley yelled, her face burning with frustration. It was only after she realized just how loud she’d been that she chuckled nervously. “Please get back to reading. I can handle it. I’ll be back shortly~”
Once Harriet returned to her seat she flew out of the Study and dashed off towards her bedchamber.
Flying was becoming too strenuous. Her body began to feel heavy and shortly after she dashed off her wings began to grow feeble as her bladder bulged, sending shudders of discomfort through her whole body.
Her Master’s bedchamber was only a minute walk from the Study, but even that felt far too long for the Kniv’s overburdened bladder. She flew through the door, moving as fast as she could, narrowly missing the bookshelf as her mind focused only on getting her to the lavatory dry.
She reached the lavatory door, a large wooden door in a brass frame. On the other side of it was her own patch of soil to relieve herself in. With both hands she pressed down on the handle, raising her butt up high. “Come on! Come on~” She moaned, pushing herself.
The door handle didn’t budge. It merely rattled as she pressed down against it with all of her might.
“No!” Nidley cried. “No! You can’t be jammed now!”
If she couldn’t get the door open it was all over. Where was she to go if not in her own lavatory? She’d never make it outside to do it in the grass. For now, even when she felt it was hopeless, when her body ravaged her with feverish shivers and a tightening pain around her waist, she continued to fight against her bladders will.
“It’s not jammed.” A voice behind her whispered coldly.
Fear ran through her, leaving her numb. Slowly, Nidley turned around and saw who stood behind her. It was Harriet, staring down at her and smiling devilishly. She glared at the Kniv, her smile growing as if she took pleasure in watching her fidget in desperation.
“W-What do you mean it’s not j-jammed?”
Harriet chucked.” I took a look at that stupid lock you put on the door. It’s just a simple riddle charm you infused with a lock. So I disenchanted it and placed the charm on the door to your private commode.”
“W-Why?” Nidley cried.
The Apprentice’s eyes burned in the light of the chambers lantern. “Because of you and that dumb lock, I couldn’t go to the privy earlier. I had to have a piss in a potted plant.” She leant down, her pudgy tummy peeking beneath her shirt as she got close to the Kniv’s face. “Now you can know what it’s like to be locked out from the lavatory.”
Nidley moaned. She landed on the handle and at last held herself. “O-Okay~ Lesson learned, now what’s the r-riddle!?” She begged.
“There is no riddle.” Harriet’s smirk grew larger, like the devil grinning. “It’ll only open when I speak the right words.”
The Kniv whimpered, grasping herself tightly, wrapping her legs around themselves and pressing her hands deeply between her clammy lower lips. A wave of desperation struck her and her whole body seized up, the only way to endure the torturous strain was to wrap herself up in a ball, pressing her knees against her chin. “Ooh~ F-Fine, I’ll have to go out of a window!”
She flew past Harriet and back to the door of her bedchamber, but as she pushed down on the handle, she found that it too wouldn’t budge.
“And there’s the regular lock.” Harriet said calmly, shrugging her shoulders.
The regular lock that the charm had been attached to was now hanging from the door leading back into the corridor.
Nidley couldn’t believe it. She whimpered, biting her lip and pressing her finger against her little rose, defying her bladders cry to empty itself in her knickers.
“So right now you’re trapped in here with me.” Harriet said with a sly giggle.
She wouldn’t let herself be teased and mocked by one of her Apprentices. She was a Vice-Scholar, a position of respect. She wouldn’t let a pudgy little Magi best her. “That’s what you think!” Nidley replied, sticking out her tongue.
If she had any energy she would’ve gleefully wiggled her little butt in Harriet’s face. “You forget I’m a Master Summoner~ I can easily manifest a key that fits this lock~”
Harriet didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. She looked at her fingernails and shrugged her shoulders calmly. “Then do it.” She said, smug smile still adorning her face.
“I’m going to!” Nidley yelled. She fluttered down beside the lock.
Manifesting a key to open such a simple lock came easily to her. But there was one problem - to create a key, she’d need to know what kind fit the lock, which meant using her magic to examine it.
With her current conundrum, her body wouldn’t handle the stress of using her magic, especially so intensely, without her leaving a warm, soggy patch in her knickers.
Once she summoned the key, she’d also have to endure the few seconds her body needed to keep the summon active. Even a few seconds would be more than her bladder could bear.
“Well what are you waiting for?” Harriet asked calmly, tapping the wall in rhythm to the passing seconds.
“Q-Quiet!” Nidley hissed, baring her fangs.
She gently placed her hand flat on the lock. The steel was cold, like touching ice. The sweat from her palms left a small imprint upon it. She took a deep breath and against the anguished cries between her legs, began to channel a sliver of magical energy toward her palm.
Her whole body grew warm as she felt the energy coursing through her.
As the energy surged through her body, she could already feel her strength dwindling. Her whole body went numb and suddenly it was as if she was too heavy for her own wings. It was like she was trying to lift a block of steel.
Her bladder couldn’t handle the stress from the magic. Every inch of her grew red hot and her body grew weaker. “I’ve got to push through it.” She whimpered, lips curling and teeth grinding.
She was shaking violently, sweat dripping from her forehead. Her cheeks were burning red like coal.
All she had to do was begin the manifestation within the lock, weaving the magical energy inside of the lockhole. If she could hold on out, the energy would take shape around the notches and a perfect key would be forged.
But that was easier said than done, even for a Master Illusionist. Just channeling even a drop of her magical energy proved to be a crushing burden on her bladder. Under such stress she was no more powerful than a novice.
Already she had stained her knickers with a small leak. Her growing weakness meant her body was desperate to relieve itself anyway, even with just a tiny dribble.
Against her bladders fierce cries, which were no longer cries but rather screams, Nidley pushed on, channeling the energy further and pushing herself. She could feel the illusion forming, like an artists brush against a canvas the image took form.
Two notches, a bump, and a notch, she could feel the form of the key taking shape. The bottom of the lock began to hum, resonating with a low level of magical energy.
“Just a little more…” Her bladder cried in anguish, bulging to the point of bursting.
But she had come too far now. Nidley pushed herself past her limit, channeling more energy to speed up the creation of the key. The pain began to intensify until it was unbearable and she was forced to press her clammy thighs together.
It was like a rope tied around her bladder, every drop of energy she applied slowly tightening, letting her feel her bladder’s bulge.
“A-Almost there…” She cried, and applied a final drop of magical energy.
But that proved to be more than she could handle. Suddenly, it all came undone. Another leak escaped, larger than the last. Her knickers grew damp, but with it came a delightful shudder of relief.
Nidley could feel herself breaking, her bladder couldn’t contain itself and she at last had reached her breaking point.
“Alright!” She screamed, pushing herself away from the door and letting all of her work fade in a faint purple glow. She landed on the table and immediately thrust both hands under her dress, pressing them against her wet Knivhood and fondling her rose. “I c-can’t do it! I really need to tinkle!” She cried.
“So you’re going to admit you can’t get that door open?” Harriet asked, leaning in and savouring the Kniv’s desperation with a smile.
“Y-Yes!” She continued to cry, crushing her hands between her thighs as she squeezed her legs together.
Harriet huffed and looked away from the Kniv, crossing her arms. “Yes wasn’t good enough for me. Let me hear you say it.”
Nidley whimpered. It was like her bladder had become as solid as stone. Her whole body had grown tight, tensing up in a last-ditch effort to keep her knickers dry in the face of this cruel Apprentice.
“Say it and I’ll let you go for a piss.” Harriet impatiently demanded.
“OKAY!” Nidley screamed, piercing the heavens. “I can’t get that door open! I tried and tried but I really have to tinkle! It’s almost impossible without wetting myself!” She fell on her knees before Harriet, anguish marking her face. “NOW LET ME USE THE LAVATORY!”
And with those words spoken, Harriet relinquished her sinister smile. She snickered and with a casual shrug of her shoulders strolled toward the lavatory door.
“There is no charm on the door.” She said smugly. “I made it up, that door’s wonky so I just needed to fiddle with it to make it stick.” She puffed out her chest, looking quite pleased with herself. “Of course I wasn’t going to let you piss yourself, you dummy.”
She struck the door with her elbow and it opened slowly, revealing the porcelain throne and more importantly for the little Kniv, her plant pot hanging from the ceiling. Her own little lavatory.
Nidley took in the glory of her lavatory, her eyes glimmering. It was a sight so glorious that even just looking caused her to leak. And that leak reminded her that she didn’t have time to gawk.
With haste, Nidley spread her wings and leapt up from the table. “T-Thank you~” She screamed as she zipped past Harriet. A trickle of leaking pee cascaded down her thighs and left a trail behind her as she flew.
The privacy of the pot awaited her, beckoning her to its earthy embrace. The dry soil that she landed atop welcomed her with a quiet crunch that begged to be moistened by her.
Knivs always felt comfortable relieving themselves among nature. Even a Kniv such as Nidley who had lived among humans for years still found comfort squatting between the trees and watering the earth beneath her feet.
Finally in the pot and sheltered among the leaves, Nidley let the thoughts of long-awaited relief push themselves to the front of her mind. Those sweet thoughts teased and taunted her bladder, the mental image of squatting over the soil was too much to bear for her.
Fear took hold of Nidley, turning her pale. She felt her spigot twitch, her inner walls contracting as something wet moistened her hands.
There was another spurt, larger than the last. It washed over her fingers, dribbling between the webbing and trickling down her palm.
She was too weak to even vanish her evening wear. She moaned, dancing atop the soft soil, fighting with her dress.
But that was the least of her worries. Another spurt leaked from her maidenhood and this time it didn’t stop. It kept going, one long running stream that she couldn’t hold back. This was it. A gentle sound of hissing seeped into the quiet air, and between her legs Nidley felt a growing wetness.
“Ah… Ah… Ah…” She cried, torn between fear and pleasant relief. The two feelings together created nothing but confusion for her.
A long white dress was not easy to remove, even with the hem pulled right up to her stomach. She had to wrestle with it to get it off, using only a single hand while keeping the other against her rose, letting her hand be doused in a flood of warm pee.
She hobbled up and down uncontrollably, flinging herself around in the struggle against her dress. She finally pulled it up and over herself, revealing her bare knickers and soaking thighs for any and all. “Ahh… I’m going in my underwear!” She cried, watching dribbles of pee dance down her bare thighs, gleaming in the lantern light.
“No! No! No!” She continued to cry, begging to whatever deity could hear her. “I still need a second!”
Her knickers were growing heavy under a lake of pee. Regardless of how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the stream. The floodgates had opened and her white cotton frillies were paying the price.
“P-P-Please… just… another…” She moaned, her tongue trembling from the hot pleasure that shot up her back and through her body.
The relief was so good that Nidley trembled, feeling her legs turn to jelly.
With her free hand she grabbed the side of her knickers, grimacing as her fingers felt the warm embrace of the growing wet stain. She had no choice, she had to do this. With all of her strength, she pulled at her knickers and tore them off, shredding them from around her waist.
“Ooooh~” She moaned, feeling the pleasure of freedom from her soaked skivvies.
With her knickers torn off, her stream rained between her legs and down into the waiting soil beneath. The air resonated with a strong pattering as her water pierced the dry, cracked soil between her feet.
It must have been ten seconds since she had lost control. The only measure of time she had was how damp her knickers were.
“Aah~” Nidley moaned lewdly, feeling her cheeks grow warm. She watched her stream rain down without control, sputtering and pouring like a nozzle that had lost control.
The relief left her whole body feeling weak. Her legs were trembling and felt as soft as mush, she couldn’t keep herself standing. She straddled the trunk of a nearby fern, wrapping her arms around the bark to keep herself steady.
Instead of squatting down, she spread her legs, leant forward and raised her butt up high, letting her pee splatter behind her and douse the leaves of a bush that had been tickling her shins.
The air hissed with a crinkling sound as the leaves received an unexpected wash.
“Ooooh~” She continued to moan, wearing a dumb fang-baring grin.
With each passing second that she watered the bush, Nidley could feel her bladder growing lighter.
The earthy scent of soil grew warm and the scent of fresh piss permeated the air. Nidley lowered her head and gazed between her thighs, her eyes half open, and watched her thick stream splattering against the leaves behind her.
It was strangely pleasurable, watching her pee rain down from between her legs and strike leaves behind her. She sprayed the leaves with some force, causing them to bob. The leaves danced under the weight of her pee, rising only when her stream grew lighter.
A cold breeze fluttered through the plants, striking Nidley’s bare cheeks. She didn’t care. The rising from the heat of her pee was turning her blue cheeks red, as well as the splashback she created.
There was no telling how much time had passed. For what could’ve been a few seconds, a minute, even an hour, Nidley had stood there, bent over, wrapped in the embrace of a bushes stem as she gave the bush behind her a hot shower.
“Haaaa~” She moaned. The relief had been unlike anything she’d known. It was indescribably, a feeling of such intense ecstasy that were no words in either Human or Knivish to describe the feeling between her thighs.
Overwhelmed by the relief of an empty bladder, Nidley gave in to the weakness that had slowly filled her body. She slowly fell to the floor, squatting over the massive puddle she had created beneath her.
She was still going, a gentle trickle rained from her Knivhood, quietly tinkling into the steaming puddle she had produced.
“Hmmm~” She sighed, biting down on her lip.
She took a moment to regain her composure. The sheer bliss of unleashed her river had left her lightheaded. She pushed herself forward, raising her butt, and with a soft grunt pushed out the last few dribbles.
Beneath her the damp patch of soil continued to grow, soaking into the dry dusty soil. Nidley peered between her thighs, noticing not a patch but a puddle pooling above the soil. She chuckled coyly, watching the puddle grow, pooling around her feet. Fragments of dirt and bark swimming atop the yellow river, moving with the growing streaks.
She’d been holding so much that the soil struggled to soak it up faster than she was going.
“I think that might be a new record.” She mumbled to herself. It was impressive, and it wasn’t the first time she’d been surprised by how much her little bladder could hold.
At long last, after a grueling night of torturous strain on her teeny bladder, Nidley knew the sweet feeling of relief. She fluttered from the lavatory, stark naked and with a great big smile as she patted her belly where the tiny bulge of her bladder protruded.
At the end of the chamber, Harriet was waiting. She stood by the door, picking at her nails with her wand. In her hand she held something round and purple that she began to slowly spin with her fingers.
“Ooh!” Nidley immediately recognized what she was holding, and the sight of it made her little mouth quiver. “Plum!” She screamed like a delighted child, rushing toward Harriet with her arms outstretched.
“Yes, it’s a plum.” Harriet said with a kind smile. “It’s my way of saying sorry.” She rolled the plum in her hand one final time and chucked it toward Nidley.
The Kniv caught it and with small chirps of excitement she landed on the table and began gnawing at it, sinking her fangs into the skin and peeling it away. “All that tinkling made me hungry!” The taste was sweet and one she sorely missed these last few hours.
Harriet watched her eat the plum, watching her chomp and slurp between little chitters of excitement. “I just wanted to give you a taste of what I had to go through tonight because of that dumb lock-in idea you had.” She said apologetically, glancing down at her twiddling thumbs.
Maybe it was just anger that had gotten the better of her; frustration for what she had to go through because of Nidley’s half-witted idea.
“I suppose it was dumb of me, huh?” The little Kniv hung her head in shame, letting her bangs cover her face. “I didn’t think that maybe you two would have to tinkle.” Not once had such an intimate situation crossed her mind. She’d been so certain that her riddle lock would’ve posed no problems.
“So no more lock-ins?” Harriet asked, slowly revealing a second plum she had been keeping in her rucksack.
“No more lock-ins.” Nidley agreed.
And since that incident occurred there has been a private commode in Master Sidmere's privy, though Nidley often uses it to test the resolve of newer Apprentices.
The End |
As Cassie huddled under the covers with nerves that couldn't be calmed and a bladder that couldn't be emptied she thought about how she'd ended up in this predicament. The root cause was her love of sweets.
It was Halloween so she was looking forward to getting lots of candy. She was even dressed up like candy. She thought she looked sweet, but her mother thought she needed more wrappings. She said she was an adult and could go out dressed however she wanted. Her mom said if she wasn't a kid anymore she shouldn't go trick or treating anymore. They argued until Cassie agreed she was too old for trick or treat and her mom agreed to let her wear that outfit to the Halloween party. In her mind she didn't agree however.
As soon as her mother and her little sister left for trick or treat Cassie left out the back door headed in the opposite direction and did the same. She got lots of compliments and lots of treats. There were many boys and men handing out candy who felt very generous when they saw her in her costume. She came home with a bulging bag of sweets. After staring at it proudly for a moment she headed off to the party. She was saving the junk food until after everyone had seen her slim figure in her delicious costume.
She was distressed when she got home and couldn't find her bag. She was infuriated when she saw her sister Hallie eating candy she specifically remembered collecting herself. She started to scold the little girl, but found herself being scolded by her mother. She had combined Cassie's candy with Hallie's because the older girl wasn't supposed to be out collecting candy at all. Cassie went to her room to sulk and found herself planning revenge.
There was no way to get her candy back without getting herself into trouble, but she could punish the little brat who was eating that candy. She decided to tell her ghost stories that were way too intense for her simple little mind. After all it was Halloween, the perfect night to give a kid nightmares. Best case scenario she would wet the bed and get screamed at and humiliated by their mother.
Cassie came out of her room and pretended she was over the candy drama like the mature adult she was. She made herself and Hallie root beer floats and they went up into the attic and told ghost stories with only a flashlight to protect them from the spooks. Their mother was glad to see the girls bonding like this so she didn't scold Cassie for giving Hallie pop before bed. She even let the little girl stay up way past her bedtime. After all Halloween only came once a year and she might as well enjoy it to its fullest. Little did the woman know the horrors Cassie was filling that innocent child's head with as she sucked syrupy sweet soda from a straw.
After an hour or so Cassie had terrified Hallie with tales of grisly murders and accidental manglings and ghosts that prowled this very neighborhood, but now it was time for the grand finale. Drawing from a nightmare she'd had years ago Cassie of the thing known only as the Slurping Terror. She let Hallie meditate on that name while she went downstairs and topped off their floats. She came back up and described the Slurping Terror in nauseating detail.
It was a slimy thing with lots of legs and feelers and mouthparts. It lived in the sewer. It moved around with a slurping sound. It could squeeze through crevices and pipes. A slurping noise would be heard somewhere, but the hapless humans wouldn't know what it was or where it was coming from until it emerged from whatever nook or cranny it was slurping its way through. It could come out a vent or a drain or even a toilet. When it found a victim it latched onto them and slurped their soft organs out of the nearest available hole.
Hallie swallowed the tale as easily as she swallowed the soda pop. She asked if the Slurping Terror could fit underneath a closed door. Cassie said she didn't know, but maybe one night she'd find out. With that Cassie abruptly announced that it was time to call it a night, telling Hallie to slurp down the rest of her float quickly before their mom took it away. She put her sister to bed and neither one of them brought up the idea of going potty before going to sleep. Cassie wished her sweet dreams while inwardly wishing her bladder-draining nightmares. The older girl sat up a while thinking about her own clever stories before she retired to her own bed.
When Cassie awoke her bladder was killing her. She heard the old clock in the den chiming midnight. She also heard something else. A sort of slurping sound. She told herself it was a normal noise in this old house. It still scared her enough that she got back under the covers after walking a few paces toward the bathroom. She crossed her legs and waited for the noise to go away, but it didn't. It gradually grew louder and louder. It seemed to be oozing and shuffling toward her bedroom. Soon it seemed to come from right outside the door.
Cassie gasped and nearly whizzed when she heard loud footsteps. She started to calm down when she realized they were Hallie's. She'd made it safely to the bathroom after all. Cassie scolded herself for getting so scared over nothing. She was twice Hallie's age but wasn't acting like it.
After the toilet flushed and the little footsteps went away Cassie tiptoed toward the bathroom. She opened her bedroom door, but slammed it shut in an instant. She'd seen something moving in the shadows. Something dark and wet and glistening. Something that could make a slurping sound as it moved.
She ran back to bed and shielded herself with bedding. Under the covers she curled into a little ball with her hands pressed tightly between her legs. Her bladder hurt more than it ever had in her life, but she couldn't bring herself to empty it. Somewhere in the house the slurping sound resumed. It seemed to come from different places at once. There was even a noise right under her bed. She didn't know how she was going to survive the night. |
No wee for a waitress girl. Part 4
We went for a early dinner to a little Italien restaurant.
My waitress girl did not wee since 21 hours.
She would have needed it so much, but her bladder was mine for this evening and wanted to make it full to explode.
No wee for Anne!
During the dinner i could not think anything else then on the girls bladder and how strong her urge to wee must have been, after holding it for so long and drinking so much.
I was total aroused and i wanted more of it, so i started a conversation about pee holding.
I asked her if her colleague at the coffee shop, is also able to suppress her urge to pee for so long.
She said that they were told at the job interview that there would be one day, every two weeks where they have to work alone and that they would have no chance to go to the loo all day long.
They had to agree to that and they had to conform that they are able to endure that.
She said that this would be not so unusual. Girl’s in a kiosk have the same situation, there is no loo and the girls can’t wee all day long.
Or at street festivals, most of the vendor girls have a bladder big as a melon, at the end of the day.
”What are they doing if they need to wee so bad that they can’t hold it anymore “ I wanted to know.
”They can do nothing but to hold it, there are so many people’s around, they simply can’t pee, no matter how bad they would need to do it. “ she said.
Anne said that she has a girl friend who did from time to time street vendor job’s, she told her that the most evil thing at this job is to hold sometimes a bursting bladder for hours.
Need to wee like crazy, but absolutely nowhere to go.
”I know that feeling from my job “ said Anne, “not all girls can do that, but some of us girls have good conditions and are good trained too!”
” You can train your bladder and your sphincter to endure the pressure, to keep your panties dry, but you have to train your will too. You have to get used to suppress your bodily needs and to endure a sometimes painful urge to wee.” she said.
There are so many situations where boys can pee but girls have to hold it. They can’t squat anywhere , even they are full to burst.
”I see you like it to talk about bursting girl bladder’s” said my waitress girl and looked at my bulging pants.
”How is your bladder? Big and hard as a bowling ball, exactly how i like the bladder of a girl ?” i wanted to know. “ I think you should drink something.” i said and ordered a large drink for her.
”You know that i did not wee since 22 hours and you make me drink more and more, i am sure you would not let me go to the loo if i ask you to be allowed to go “ she said.
”Why do you boys like to torture us girls, not letting us wee if we need to go so bad, why do you like to see us suffer from a painful urge pee, why do you love to fill our bladder full to burst?” she asked.
” I don’t really know that, but i know for sure, that you girls are so sexy if you are desperate to pee, if you cross your legs, if you bend over and press your hands between your thighs .” I answered.
” I will not do that, i don’t need my hands to hold my wee in.
“I am a good trained waitress girl, and i have an iron will, my bladder has to obey “ she said.
She should get punished for so much arrogance, i thought to myself.
Even the strongest girl piss her panties if you don’t let her go long enough.
I just have to make her drink and hold and then her bladder will bring her to the limit of her endurance.
I wanted to challenge her and so i asked her if her colleague is better in holding than she.
She told me that she would be in the same level with her and that she is a little slut too.
Her little skirt is shorter than her’s, so that you can see her panties if she bend over the table, to take a cup or a glass.
She loves nothing more in the world than money and she is ready to do something for money.
There is a group of 4 till 5 young men between 30 and 40 years, they like it, like you, if girls are desperate to pee.
This guy’s comes at the evening on days where she is working alone. They know very well that she did not wee all day long and that she would need to go pretty bad.
The men invite her for some drinks. They don’t buy just the drinks, they buy extra for that, that she drink it.
She makes a lot of money with that. The guy’s take always the table in a corner, so that the other guests can’t see them.
For a good tip she let the guy’s reach, with their hands under her skirt. She let them feel her swollen bladder and she let them press on it.
Sometimes she overdo it and she drink too much, all for the good money, and she starts to leaking.
The men can see it on her moves and on her face, how much she suffer from the need to wee.
”Is your panty still dry?” he asked, reached under her skirt and can feel that it is wet.
” Oh our little sluty did wee wee in her panty” said the guy and showed the pee wet finger, to his friends.
He smelled on it and then he pushed the finger in his mouth.
Another guy did the same, he did feel her wet panties between her thighs, pushed it by side and pushed his finger, deep in her slit and then he licked his finger.
Sometimes she had to work for 2 more hours leaking, with a wet panty and full to burst.
After the dinner, we went to a dancing bar. The first way was to the bar, for a drink.
”Oh no, no more to drink, i can’t anymore, all my belly hurts from needing to wee so bad. Let me to the loo !” she pleaded.
I did not let her go! But i made her drink.
I think that was reality, she wanted a piss, she was full to her limit. She did not say it just to make me horny.
I was horny as hell and i did not want to let her pee .
I did take her to a slow dance, I did take her little ass in my two hands and pressed her body hard against my body, belly to belly.
My hard cock pressed hard on her bladder and the extra pressure from outside made her nearly crazy.
“I piss my panties if you don’t stop that, i can’t anymore, please let me pee!“ she pegged.
She did not wee since 25 hours, i did not stop to press her bladder, but i did stop her talking, i kissed her hot and madly .
I had to be careful not to cum in my pants and she had to be carful not piss her panties.
A last drink and then we did leave, we wanted to go to my house.
At the exit was a toilet, she pegged that i would let her go. She can’t anymore, she really, really need to wee now. She said.
”Not even 30 minutes and we were at home, you have to endure that and your bladder has to obey!” i said.
She was frantic to pee, but i did not let her go.
On the way to the car, she stopped and crossed her wonderful legs.
”I think you don’t have to cross your legs, to hold your wee in” i teased her.
”Oh it’s no more funny, i am about to explode! To hold it for so long and to drink so much, was not a good idea. Now i know how my colleague feels with her guy’s.“she said .
All her body was shaking and i could see drops of urine running down on the nude, smooth skin of her thighs.
She could not stop it, she lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down and pissed between the cards, with high pressure.
She pissed so long and so much that it was nearly unbelievable.
Where could this thin girl hold so much wee? A big part of her bladder must have been outside of her belly!
She could not understand what she has done and she could not believe it.
Next time she will do it better, she promised me.
I did take her home and we fucked nearly all night long.
Some days later, she called me and told me that i should pick her up from her shift, for a nice evening.
She did not have a wee in the morning, she is holding it since yesterday evening.
But that could be a next part. |
This is one of my favorite stories of all time.
It is written by Peter-P.
Hope it is okaey that I post it.
Title: Too strong and ambitious to get relieved
By: Peter P. <[email protected]>
If I had superhuman abilities, I would like to get invisible and to
have mind-control to strong bladdered women. It should be
possible to find them by their thoughts while holding-it. Afterwards
I would read and manipulate their mind and to look inside them while
they do more than their best to hold-it.
Then the following situation could happen. Probably it also would
happen without any manipulation, just because 2 women are very
ambitious and really tough.
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There are two really sexy ladies in tight mini skirts and high heels who
spontaneously start a hold-it competition in a bar:
Beverly has long brown hair playing around her beautiful face. Lucy is
a killer-blonde one. They both are really tough, have strong bladders
and an enormous will. They both are dangerously ambitious - no one of
them can loose and they nearly damage their bladders. When the bar
closes, they take all their will and strength and walk to Beverly's house
to continue their competition.
In the house they try to speed up their painful and desperate competition,
which is not a game any more for them. They change their tight skirts to
stretch mini skirts, drink disurethic tea and juice, lay down on the floor
and put their beautiful legs vertical to the wall. By this trick the blood
pressure at their kidneys comes up to a higher value and they produce
more and more yellow juice against the extreme pressure in their bladders.
This slows down, when their plane abdomens are totally distend and
bulging like big melones. They are in full desperation and really panic
that their poor bladders would explode. No one of them had an expe-
rience just nearly like this before and they wonder if they just got hurt in
the next minutes or if it will happen in the next few seconds. But both are
sick of ambition: It can and shall not be, that they stop without winning
after hours of all this unbearable pain, desperation and exhaustion!
Then they decide to make the competition as hard as possible to find an
end of the horrible situation. They take strong corsets, pull them as tight
as even possible and change their stretch skirts to leather mini skirts with
strong belts. To round up this outfit they slip onto the most extremely
high heeled shoes which are able without platforms. You will not beleave,
but they leave home for a long walk at the small but loudly gurgling and
murmurling river near the village. They nearly have no breath in the much
too tight closes and with their more then rock hard bladders. It is like a
nightmare, but they always stand it - this must be the result of all the
years they did not use the toilet, also when it became exaggeratingly
urgent and painfully brimfull. Both try to look as they would have not
any problems - to discourage their competitor.
They start to talk about their experiences with full and overfilled bladders
for hours and longer. By this they find out, that both of them just use the
toilet once a day to be able to sleep at night. Just on their weekends they
clean their kidneys to prevent stones and other disease. Both proudly
were able several times to stand 3-days wedding parties with many many
drinks but without having any pee. Both only use their own toilets and no
others since thier childhood. And both are not willig to change this long
tradition. What a horrible situation - a never ending nightmare in total
desperation, unbearable pain and urgence, with bladders which normally
whould have been exploded long before. But instead of this now are
bonded in sexy clothes.
Every movement increases the pain, every spoken word is like a hit on
their bursting stomach. Every muscle of their beautiful bodys is tensed
to its breaking point. Sweat is between their legs, on their cheeks, all
over their slim and beautiful, but now musculous and hard bodies.
Their calves and legs are cramped after the now three hours walk on
the so much too high heels. Standing on 7 inch high heels (18 cm) is
rarely possible, but a few beautiful women really can walk on these
shoes. After much training it looks very sexy, when they not just solve
to wear it, but really have learned to move on them with grace like a
ballet dancer. But after a while their toes, balls and complete feet get
really painful. Their calves and legs get harder and harder and it needs
very much self-control not to stagger around - but still to walk just like
on clouds. But Beverly and Lucy have a much harder problem: Their
bladders cramp in short periods like some minutes before a confine-
ment - but they get no babies, their poor and totally exhausted bodies
try to push out the now dangerous mass of liquid, which nearly blows
up these sexy babes just like totally overfilled ballons in the sun. But
these completely stupid females are too strong and much too ambitious
to give up and let it go - to releave themselves now nearly 18 hours
after they started a simple game. Normally a bladder would never
have resisted such a pressure, but they exaggerated it totally. They
both had blown up their bodies to the absolute maximum, than
pressed it into very slim and extremely tight clothes - and to give their
bladders no chance, tied their corsets to a really wesp-waist, nobody
knows how they did it, but now they cannot escape without giving in
and pee outside their own toilett the first time in their lifes - and they
both were extremly proud of their absolutely non beatable bladders.
Our sexy ladies are not able anymore to walk more then three steps
without a stop to bend over and nearly get a blacked out by the
unimaginable pain and exhaustion. They cannot think clearly anymore -
but they don't give in...
If you think this would be the most extreme horror situation our two tough
beauties have to solve, you are wrong:
They both stand the situation second for second, minute for minute, hour
for hour. And suddenly they get aware, that they have an important fitness
competition in the near city in just two hours. They are the favourites of
their club and have to win the cup. What to do?
They stagger home with their now weak legs in their much much too high
heeled sexy shoes. On the so stony walk beside the river it is impossible
to run. And it is impossible to survive without shoes. They have to run or
to walk very very quickly in their tight skirts and corsets. The river is
still making just that noises they cannot do theirselfs all the time. Their
legs cramp more and more, get weaker and weaker. The tight skirts
cut deep into their skin and press their bladders again and again an again.
Their breath is flat because the whole inner body is filled with their heavy
and rockhard bladders, which now swings and rocks up and down with
all might. How heavy can these gallons of water be...
After a not ending powerful walk and run they reach the house - they don't
know how, but they did it. The time is rare and they have to piss a quarter
of an hour and again and again. So they decide not to pee, but to hold it
until they are ready to start. They have a shower to wash away all the
sweat. Water ist gurgling and hissing, but they have to stand it - after all
the time... They style their hair and do their make up - still hoppling and
fidgeting all the time. At the end they have not a second for the loo and
hurry up to the car - on their super high heels, they forgot to change
shoes.
It is impossible to concentrate in this state of maximum pain and cramps
and exhaustion. They have to stop their car very apruptly more then once
to prevent a car accident - and their bladders nearly come out of their
bodies, havy as they are. It seems so unreal and absolute impossible to
them, but it happens. Why is a body with an overtrained bladder able to
contain and hold such a harmful mass of water for hours and hours?
Why does it not explode to stop this nightmare, they wonder...
At the hall, where the fitness contest happens, many friends and
neighbors wait for the two sexy favourites. They want to cry, just to
piss, to let out the source of all the torture, to stop their supernatural
and superhuman effort to hold many liters of water in a tight body.
But they don't let it go - they still hold it and reinforce the disastrous
stituation from minute to minute. Even they think it is impossible to
get it worse, but it gets more and more. It is impossible not to fidget
with such an oversized but brutal compressed bladder, but they have
to, in this cruel torture trap.
At the warm up, they get aditional unbelievable attacks of pain and all
their strenght seems to help their bladders to push out the incredible
masses of water. But they have to stand it and they do anyhow. It is
not understandable to us, but they hold their extremely bulging bladders
pulled in, just with their strong abs muscles. Do it not just for a minute,
but on and on and on..
Then the long time of waiting is too much for them. They sit down in an
empty corner behind a wardrobe and soundless cry - but it does not help
but just contracts the stomach and compresses the bladder like everything
in the moment - just stronger, much stronger than they can stand. They
clean up their makeup and sit on a bench totaly apathetic for half an hour.
Then the first of them, Beverly, has to show her beautiful and fit body.
The other one, Lucy is just on her own.
On stage our sexbomb has to show the different muscles. Has to strain the
muscles and contract them to the absolute maximum. Every movement,
every straining presses her bladder more and more and it is getting out
of control. But she has to strengthen it again and again, to hold it a never
ending time. Nobody knows about her torture and she has to smile while
she is dying thousands of deads in the spot light. Then it is over and she
has to leave the stage for a new and endless wait.
Her friend had Lucy given up and used a toilet behind stage. Now Beverly
has to suffer on her own as never a human beeing or another creature on
earth before. The demoralisation is really hard for her and her friend Lucy
tries to make her also give up soon. She is in rage because she lost the
first hold-it competition in her life. She is angry, that she used a public
loo. Before she ever had laughed about weak people using a stinky toilet
instead of going home like her...
Lucy now talked about the fine feeling of an emptied bladder. Her own
bladder was still a painfull and cramped lump, but that was her secret.
She had to piss again and again and the toilet sounds could be heard
in the room where the resisting poor sexy - our Beverly - sat. Every
hissing was like a shot in her body. Her bladder then contracted as much
as it could. It was not changing the size, but worked directly against the
cramped, weak sphincter and it felt like an open wound where somebody
puts a hot coal into. She was as desperate as it is possible to be despe-
rate, thought about dying quick, but did not give in, did not let the masses
of her urine go.
Then Beverly was alone, while her cruel friend Lucy showed her sexy
body to the audience. It was not better without Lucies nerving horrible
tries to get her weak, because her body now spoke to her in the most
extreme and impressible language it could - if you don't feel it, you cannot
imagine what this poor sexy lady had to go through in this not ending
time.
Later on Lucy tried again to hinder her to hold it much longer then her with
all might. But Beverly, our tough hold-it winner in her anger decided not to
show her pain and not to fidget, not to press her legs together anymore
and pull in her stomach as much as she could (or not could) . It got worse
and worser, became as bad as it could be and much more, but she anyhow
was too strong to leave control - unfortunately for her, really fascinating
for us...!!!
Beverly's second show on stage was an unimaginable horror, because
she had to do excercises, which maximized the pressure on her bladder,
many times. Then she had to wait again for ages with Lucy, the cruel looser,
who surprisingly took her from behind and pressed her bladder with all her
strength and might. And Lucy was a good trained fitness model... While this
the water was still running in the bathroom. Lucy tried it again and again
and strong sexy Beverly had to fight against her inner. She was unable to
do anything to get free, out of Lucy's clinch, because the pain totally
paralysed her.
When Beverly was alone later on, she wanted just to give up, but she
could not, because the toilet door was blocked - water still running and
hissing. She stood at the door and had one cramp after the other until Lucy
came back from stage. How can a body stand that, why is it fixed to hold it
on and on, just because the will has ordered to wait till the home-toilet is
right there?
The last show-part was the hardest. Beverly, our furiously fighting babe had
choreographed a free show part with many leg-ups to her nose, some slow
and with power and some quick hitting her lower body and her bladder hardly.
By this she had to show all her muscles on her sporty and slim body. She
was not too muscular but now with all the holding, her muscles contracted
or sometimes cramped. It was fascinating, what power and strength she
showed - and still looked very female an extremly sexy. Just her eyes showed
the extreme and never ending pain she had to stand for now more than 27
hours.
Beverly won the golden cup, had to give another show - the winner's show.
And after a long long time she finished. But now she had to go to the
housebar with all her friends. And they drank all the night. Her bladder
was completly full and did not fill further, but just the thought of getting
more and more filled was too much for her. But she was too shy and
proud to stand up and go home - so she stayed and stood the endless
horror longer and longer in total desperation - but without any sign of
fidgeting or showing the cramps which drove through her body and
bladder.
Now she knew, she would stand it as long as she wanted or longer.
Her body was too strong to give her pain und suffer an end. She could
hold it, but could not stand the pain, the exhausting effort to stand it
and the cramps all the time. It was the hell - the real and incredible
cruel hellfire in her. In the next afternoon the party was over, she hold it
now for more than 45 hours.
Everybody took a taxi (cab) home and she did not trust to do so also.
So she walked home on her 7" high heels - just bought for a joke and now
worn for more than a day because of the silly and goddammned hold-it
competition. By car it was about an hour and by food on these neckbreaking
high heeled torture instruments she needed about one and a half day. Every
step on her cramped feet with the cramped calves, legs, ass and back was
a hellfire for her now absolutly revolting bladder. She did not know, how
her body took all the power still to knead on this rock hard organ. She also
did not understand how she could clamp her sphincter under this conditions
till now, but unfortunately it worked anyhow. The way was bad, the stones
too sharp to put off the shoes and too rought to walk on these artistic
tools. But she walked on, suffering and too tired to cry. Her tight mini
skirt and the fucking corset made her worst, but she walked on and on
and on. She could feel her hartbeat hammering on her bladder, which
was totally compressed and pushed up in her body. The grumbling of her
now hungry stomach hit on the bursting balloon, her breath was like a big
steam hammer on her exploding bladder and her tortured, hot and wound
sphinkter. Her peehole was totally cramped, weak und needless, but it still
worked under her effort to hold it - just till her home and own toilet.
Then Beverly really reached her home, suddenly it was in front of her. She
thought about the biggest and longest piss she ever had. With her last power
she staggered up the front steps. Panic overcame her - she was so near to
her toilett and now thought, no knew, but just thought, she would not solve
the last few meters.
Were was her key? She could not find it! - It was not in her bag!
Lucy, her ex-friend and competitor in the hold-it "game" had been at the bag
at the bar, she remembered...
With her last power she walked to the village and to the phone cell - it was
broken.
She had to cross the whole village, which she did within an hour. Her need
was so strong and urgent now, that she speeded up on her high heels as
it were running shoes. She ignored the pain and tried not to show it to her
neighbors. It was incredible - it worked but was very bad to her condition
und her super extreme desperation.
She called her competitor, but this cruel witch just told her to take the
key from her home - she was not willing to go out of her house. The way
to the neighbor village was about 4 hours by food with normal low and
comfortable shoes. Our poor sexy got it in a 5 hours march violating her
weak body, her cramped legs and feet and gave a maximum of pain to
her exploding but bounded bladder.
At her goal she decided to give up now and piss into Lucy's toilet - it just
was too much to her now. The first dribbling was near the floodgates,
but she anyhow hold it back - just a second longer and another second...
Now the pain grew again to a maximum above the absolute maximum.
The way became longer and longer. After half of the way normally it goes
quicker, but here it took longer and longer. It was an endless, an more
than endless torture. 86 hours... Incredible! Incredible as the absolute
overfilling, the compression, the will battle, the show with all the harming
movements, the sadistic efforts of her ex friend and the long, long party.
Incredible also the long march on these devil built tortouring shoes.
She could not believe, that she still hold these extreme masses of water
inside her, by sexy clothes more than clenched, body. Normally it would
have flown out by her pulling in her stomach or at least at the river walk.
Her body worked so strong to push out the dangerous and harming fluid
bulging out her bladder like at a high pregnant woman. Why the hell she
was so strong and so mad to hold it back for nearly 90 hours now.
Supergirl would not have done it, why was her body stronger than itself,
just to extend a situation, which was completely impossible? Why the
hell did she all her trainings to her bladder instead of emptying it when
it got full. She had been so stupid to be proud of agonizing her bladder
to an ironhard and unbeatable muscle. And now three, nearly four days
ago she forced it too much. Her bladder was exploding in slow motion -
a never ending burst and she had to stand it. Also these goddamned
high heels pressing her tortured feet to a position, which was not to
solve. And she wore it not just for fun at home, but now for days on the
road, in the forest and had to wear them on her way home also...
At Lucy's house she had to ring and wait in total panic - so near to the
relieve. But the door did not open. "Piss on the street, that everybody
can see how much you overrate your bladder", she heared from inside.
But that was too much for her. She stood there on her heels, holding
her strong but now more than weak thighs together without twisting
them or making a helpful knot into her beautiful legs. Regardless of
her totally exhausted and tired face she looked more beautiful than
before by her superhuman strength and inner power.
How long would Lucy tease her? For minutes, for hours or for days?
She was so desperate as never before and not willing to show it -
not here! It was really not possible, but her long time desperation
was increased once more. But she did not give in. She knew, she
now had to walk home after the waiting time, but she would solve it
also - unfortunately she was too strong for a so helpful breakdown...
After hours of waiting and sound attacks from flushing toilets and
running water, the key did not appear. It was a cold and damp morning
and partly it rained with the cruel sound of hissing pee. She felt cold,
very cold, but did not alow herself to fidget, not to twist her legs or to
bend over. Her pee stood just milimeters behind her floodgates and
they became weak and weaker from second to second, but she got no
release. It was so hard, so injuring her, she felt her bladder damaging,
but could not do anything but waiting. Waiting to the dangerous and
harming event, because a relieve was not allowed to her unfortunately
too good trained pity bladder. To give in was impossible to her, not
after all that fighting, not in front of the neighbors and at least not for
the fun of that witch, Lucy. Before this she prefered to die the most
atrocious and hideous death on earth !
In the rainy afternoon Lucy gave up her dirty game. It was too much to her
to see how the winner of the hold-it competition stood there in front of her
house, her legs - just for provocation - put a little apart and without any
sign of a problem. She didn't know how near the breakdown was and how
her new enemy had to suffer, because her bladder did not become weak
enough to let it go involuntarily.
The key flew out of the window into a small frog pool in the garden. It was
impossible to see the ground under a thick layer of seaweed. Our lovely
fighter pulled off her aching shoes and went into the cold and green water.
The cold water hit her like a foodstep onto her critically filled bladder,
which seemed to fill again more and more. It could not be, but it felt like.
And her desperation and panic grew more and more. This "hit" by the cold
water made her a bely-ache like a big caliber shot. But she knew, she had
not much time anymore. So she went into the pool, deeper and deeper until
her beautiful legs were in the much too cold water up to her short mini
skirts seam. Her feed lost the feeling in the ice-cold water but her bladder
gave her more and more feeling of the most horrible kind. She knew, it was
not allowed to her to give up outside her home. Not now and not here!
After 20 minutes she found the key, put it out with her food and felt a new
horrible painful expression of her body. She had lifted her leg over the
water. It looked like a ballet excercise. Her thigh pressed hardly on her
abdomen and her over-sensitive bladder, which was at its end of strength
now. She quickly bend her knee and took her shank down to take the key
with her hand. Her body was so paralysed by the pain, that it used all her
concentration to put her beautiful, still lifted leg back, down into the
cold water. A new shock hit her und squeezed her poor and overstrained
bladder again. Then she tried to come out of the cold water, but there were
some deeper holes under the dirty water and she needed about half an
hour to find a dry way out.
Completely frozen she cleaned her legs from the seaweed. For this she
had to bend over deeply. This made her more and more pain und nearly
drove her crazy by agony. But she knew, that Lucy the witch was behind
her window and so she did many unnecessary and very painful movements
just to show, that she was incredible strong and had no real pain, as hard
and overfilled as her bladder was. In her inner, it was like seeing a dark
and thousands red and white stars behind her eyes. Now she knew, she
would not reach home by time, because her bladder became really weak.
It was too much to her now. But she wanted to be out of sight or better
out of the village, when it would come over her! Her feeling was like it
just started to stream out of her horizontally, but it was still at the last
millimeter inside her.
She put on her high heels and wondered, that she had walked quick and
also run on it. They were so much too high and she had to take all her will
not to fall out of them. Her feed were extremely bended, her heel was in
the same direction as her leg, her sole and toes were bent in an angle of
90 degree or more, her feed balls were presses on the ground with all her
weight on just a very few square-inches and her tip toes were squeezed to
a point. It needs much power to balance on these shaky pencil thin but
7" high heels. Her beautiful calves showed just a shadow of the hard fight
to hold her heels as high as they were - for ages. She wondered that her
feed did not slip down in these pumps and build an arc just to the half of
the height. Just standing was an acrobatic act. Walking on it was quite
impossible, but she just did it and she did it with grace, slow as quick,
it was wonderful to see her walking in these sky high heeled buildings of
an evil, who wanted to see beautiful women give in or stagger some steps
in total pain and with quickly beginning calve cramps and give in then. She
was much too beautiful to exist. Her sporty and muscular but slender and
really female legs, her bulging ass, the obligatory super mini skirt, her
tight waist and good trained upper body with a wonderful bosom, lovlely
big but hard breasts, standing itself without any bra. Normally she had
a lovely face, but now it looked exausted, tired and hard by standing the
endless and increadible pain, which steady increased, although it still
was at the absolute maximum. And she looked strength by her never
ending fight against a break of the dam, against all reason and better
knowledge. Her long and beautiful hair was just a little naturely curled
and after all the sweatdriving powerplay, not pasted or fatty. She had
strong muscles, but she did not show them. In her fitness training it
was a big surprise, when she contracted her hard muscles and e.g.
her biceps appeared like sharp drawn ball and afterwards was gone
in seconds. So she allways looked sporty and extremely beautiful,
feminine and so sexy, that you would never forget her after getting
just a short glimpse of her.
This sexy supergirl now stood all the pain and unbearable pressure for
more than 90 hours. Nobody would think something like this, as relaxed
as she looked in the moment. But we know, that in her poor body the
biggest catastrophe built up from second to second. Something, which
was a desaster as ghostly and monsterly harmful as all her strength
and will power which she needed to come to this normally completely
impossible state.
Now Beverly had to come out of the village, but her bladder was too
weak for that walk. As she was out of sight from the house of cruel Lucy
she stood still, twisted her legs, tried to open her belt und jumped up
and down in full and totally overwhelming desperation - all on the same
time. But her bladder was too overfilled, too strained, too heavy by the
enormous capacity of now about three or more liters of water, much too
much - and long clenched into her slim body and her sphinkter too weak.
Normally at a capacity of about 1,5 liters, she started to pull in her
belly-muscles, to give her bladder not too much volume to fill more.
She had hold this many times for a weekend or the mentioned wedding
parties. When she did not manipulate with her abdominal muscles, her
bladder could hold up to two literes or on some days a little more.
Once she had slept too long after a long night in a nightbar and had her
bladder completely overfilled and bulging out. It hurt really bad, but it
was too late to pee and come to the office by time. So she grit her teeth
and hold it the whole Thursday long. After work she drove to one of the
countrysite wedding parties with all her pee in, and damned the last night.
She could not sleep the night with her now crampy belly-ache but in the
morning she smiled, made some jokes and helped building up all the
tables and benches. She was frustrated, but it was her own fault and
she didn't want to disturb the happiness of the party by her more and
more growing problem. It was very hard to her to pull in her stomach
against the extreme pressure and pain, but she did it. After 3 days of
party and gallons of beer, whine and other drinks, she was invited to
stay over night and drive to the office directly in the morning. She was
too proud and shy to talk about her more than forced urge and more
than unbearable pain. So she stayed over night with tears in her eyes
and came to her office with her bladder overfilled to the absolute
maximum she ever had. She solved the day, did some very urgent extra
work until the late night and came home at about midnight. She ran to
her loo sat down - and stood up again to get a bucket. She needed all
her willpower to do that, but she was pride to measure 2,3 liters after
5 days and 4 nights. That was her personal record --- till now...
So now in the present, she was in the wrong village frozen to ice with a
super short mini skirt and high heels which did not allow to walk on them.
Her bladder was giving up the first time in her life and she was 4 hours
from home...
She suddenly became very angry on her ex-friend to end her lifelong phase
of having a strong bladder und just going to her own toilet as hard as it
was sometimes. She started to walk faster und faster, her ice-cold legs got
harder and harder and started to cramp again, but she still speeded up as
much as she could without falling over her own feet. She clickered over the
pavement of the road, now nearly running, but running was not possible
with these cramped legs on her high high heels. The cramps got worse, but
she held her speed with all power of her will now. Every step undeadenly
hit on her bladder. Her pain increased again to its absolute maximum she
had these days and ever in her life. When she came to the forest, she
decided to try to reach home. It was quite impossible, but she wanted to
try to hold her bladder as the non beatable - she could not give up, not
because of the unfair game of this witch. Beverly nearly run over the
rough and partly too weak ground, stumbled - but did not slow down.
Her legs and feet were just one big source of cramp and worst pain.
Her bladder had no hard hits on the forest ground, but her partly really
staggering walk made her fight with all muscles to stay upright instead
of falling down with probably hard inner hurts and unrepairable
damages on her bladder. She was surprised what incredible extreme
pain she had to suffer - and that she still was dry...
After 3 hours (!) she came home and the key was right. She opened the
door and speeded up with her last power to reach her toilet after now 95
hours. She tried to open her belt, but her bladder pressed in such a hard
way, that she was not able to open it. All her fight and effort for nothing?
No, please not this to me...!!!
She tried to lift her extremly tight skirt and wanted to pull down her pants
in now more than extreme panic. It did not work, because her pants were
fixed between her skin and her skirts waist-band. Now again she was not
willing to give in - not damage her clothes, but pee as a hero on her own
toilett.
She pulled in her stomach again and again. She felt her sphinkter getting
weaker and weaker, but did it on and on. After half an hour - a never
ending time in this state and so near beside her toilet, Beverly got it off
and sat down. She started peeing -- but in the last second, the first drop
out, but still not fallen down, she stopped herself: She would never have
such a full bladder again - it would be a sin not to measure the fluid,
the pissing time and her extremely bulging abdomen!
With all the little rest of her will, she staggered down to the cellar and
wondered, why she did not step out of these shoes. She came down the
steep and tiny steps with it and looked for a big bucket. She got real
panic again, as she did not find one quickly. After a while she got it and
hasted upstairs.
To find out how much her abdomen was bulging she had to put off the
refractory belt and her much to tight leather skirt... She tried it and
tried and the valuable time flew away. Her work got harder and harder -
she had tears of pain in her eyes and was like drunken by the extreme
pain. She was in danger to damage her bladder, but did not stop her
doing. Again and again she pulled at her belt with all her force - and
she was really strong as we know. It did not help and she did not want
to give in. She tortured herself in rage and fury until she got the belt
off. 2 hours she fought against her bladder without loosing a single
drop of pee. Now she hold it for 97 hours !!!!
She started to measure her bladder bulging out to the maximum, then
she got an idea: She would hold it now deliberately until 100 hours were
over - or better 123 hours. She had to pull in her bladder again as deep
as ever possible without any technical devices and hold it for further 26
hours. The short time without the extreme pressure of her skirt, belt and
corset made her wanton - and we know, she will do what she decides
once. Good luck for the hardest 26 hours anybody ever survived...!
At the first try to pull in her belly, she found out her completly madden
and really dangerous mistake, but now it was too late for her - she could
not give in...
At these hours she had new maxima of pain, of exhaustion and the seconds
passed very slowly on her clock. She was fully desperate und afraid to die
with an big and loud bang, but she pulled in her bladder with all her might
and strength and her will battle was absolutely endless. Now she had time
to think about what she did, but she was too tired and too exhausted for
a clear thought. She just felt unbearable fear and panic coming up in her,
covering her and pulling her down. She worked with all her strength against
this fear und pulled her bulging abdomen in, deeper and deeper. It hurt her
more and more and she - typical for her - reacted with more and more force
against her bladder...
At the 100th hour she started to lift up her legs up to her nose. She did it
alternatingly, 100 time the right one and 100 times the other one. And
then started again and again. She forced her desperation in this much too
dangerous and unbearable game - probably to loose her willbattle a.s.a.p.
She hit her bladder harder and harder and repeated her powerplay for 23
hours. But her poor bladder was too strong and she drove crasy while
doing this. Nobody would do this excercise as long - even not with an
empty bladder.
It is too horrible to describe it. Nobody can figure or imagine this fight,
this fear and panic and the absolute maximum of pain for a never ending
time.
But at the end, our sexy fighter reached her target 123 hours. That is
5 days and 3 hours at the absolute border of everything she could stand.
Her piss was 5 liters in just 2 minutes. A stream with a power, which
would have damaged her pants and probably the her sexy mini skirt if
this would have happened outside, with her clothes on.
You will not believe it, but Beverly had her torturing high heels on the
whole time and after pissing she had a shower and went to a bar - with
her still unbearably and incredibly hurting bladder. After opening her
floodgates once, her bladder was in such a weak state, that she had to
press her legs together as strong as she could and twisted it twice. She
was fidgeting the whole night, but always still standing on these 7 inch
high heels.
From this day on, she wears her torturing sky high heels every day at home,
in the office and on the street. The collegues call her Beverly Heels now.
More and more often she has her heels some milimeters above the ground.
That needs really much power - but is the sign, that she has her bladder
absolutely overfilled again and by this she involuntarily contracs her leg
muscles more than normally.
Before the contest, Beverly just went to the bathroom once a day to let
out all her pressing and hurting hot piss. Now she overfills her bladder
regularly with her trick to lay her legs up and relax her belly. And she
holds it 2 days now and then has a relaxing day to clean her kidneys to
prevent damages. On these days she holds it without her overloading
trick and drinks and pisses after 8 pm. as often as it is necessary.
If you see a beautiful sexy on tower high heels and with a super short tight
mini skirt, then look, if she probably has her bladder so much overfilled,
that it makes her crazy. But probably you will not see her pain, because
she is able to hide the most extreme pain for days, if she just is willing.
And that is more and more often. But her personal record will be really
unbeatable forever. Or however, will she beat it sometimes for you?
______________________________________________________
Where are the other beautiful women and sexy ladies, who have trained
their bladder with all their willpower to come to a new maximum?
Do you know such a superwoman, who has an unbeatable bladder and
an iron will for ages? I would like to hear about such a fascinating sexy!
Or are you a woman, who likes these games to come to the absolutely
increadable feeling?
Write to me: [email protected], let's talk about your experiences and
try to find a way to increase it to new fascinating and probably orgastic
high peaks in the list of your personal records. Enjoy your success and
the unbeatable feeling of the biggest piss in your life! Do you ever have
had somebody to talk about it completely open?
I would like to enjoy it with you in your next mail !
Peter P. |
Jasmine chewed her lip to quell her thoughts. She didn’t hate Chantelle- in fact, she often appreciated having her around during their drunken ventures. Jasmine couldn’t count the number of times that Chantelle had managed to attract cute boys to their table with her loud, outrageous antics. But sometimes, she just went too far.
Tonight was one of those nights. Nicky hadn’t been able to make it because of work, so Chantelle had tagged along with Jasmine, Dar, and Zoe. Chantelle had immediately ordered tequila shots for the table, then five more for herself in an attempt to get buzzed as quickly as possible. After merely twenty minutes, she had wandered over to a table of older men. They were happy to buy her drinks as she continued to flirt with them and offer glances at her matching red bra and panties.
Despite being engaged in conversation with her friends, Jasmine kept a close eye on Chantelle at the other end of the bar. It was a matter of time before she was kicked out, then they would have a few moments to pay the tab and get her home. Once they had taken a moment too long following her out of the busy bar and she had wandered away. They had finally found her two hours later in front of a 7-11 with a visibly excited teenaged boy and a bundle of snacks.
Chantelle was getting drunk dangerously quickly as the men generously served her, hoping that they would soon be treated to a flash of her 38D breasts. Surprisingly, the waiters had completely missed her drunk show so far. She had long passed the point of quick flashes and was now routinely pulling up her shirt and skirt for extended periods of time to tease the men. Strategically, the men had offered her a seat against the wall, where the booth mostly hid her from view of anyone passing by. The burly fellow next to her had a giant tent in his jeans which she frequently reached over to rub.
Chantelle was also growing visibly desperate as she consumed drink after drink. She wriggled in her seat constantly, with her skirt hiked up and legs crossed. Not wanting to leave the company of the nice men, she was clutching her crotch with increasing frequency as the minutes ticked by. She had been drinking heavily for over an hour and her bladder was making its needs known.
Watching her, Jasmine was feeling a mild need herself. She was only on her third drink, but she hadn’t peed since lunch time. Her afternoon coffee and water intake had flowed down to her bladder and the alcohol wasn’t helping matters. She wondered if Zoe needed a pee break and would go with her. Dar hated using public toilets so she could stay behind to keep an eye on Chantelle.
Finally, Chantelle could wait no longer. She loudly announced her need and urged the man next to her to step out from the booth. However, he was still very erect and was in no mood to reveal his predicament to the world. Finally, after a minute of pleading, Chantelle drunkenly climbed on his lap. The act made her leak into her G-string panties and she quickly grabbed her crotch. The three men at the table laughed as she momentarily sat down on the man’s lap, struggling to maintain control. The sensation of her plump ass rubbing against his throbbing penis was overwhelming and he instinctively grabbed her, preventing the desperate college student from proceeding to the ladies room.
As she struggled to escape, the inadvertent grinding brought him to the verge of climax. He hugged her waist firmly with his right arm while lowering his left hand into her crotch. Enjoying the warm wetness on his fingers, he gently stroked her clit through the silk lingerie cloth. It was too much- the pressure of the man’s muscular arm on her bursting bladder, the orgasmic tingling from her womanhood, and the undeniable urge to void her waters. Chantelle gasped as her vulva pulsed and a hot waterfall flowed from the fully exposed crotch of her red panties. She stared helplessly as the fabric rapidly darkened and her pee flowed through the man’s hand down to his crotch.
It took a long moment for the man to realize what was happening. He had stopped rubbing Chantelle’s pussy as he ejaculated in his jeans. The faded denim cloth was flooded down to his feet before he realized that she was peeing on him. Roughly, he pushed her off his lap and out of the booth as he swore loudly. The entire bar immediately turned to observe a stunned Chantelle on the floor wetting herself uncontrollably. A giant light yellow puddle grew around her as she covered her face in shame, her bladder forcefully emptying itself into her clothes.
Jasmine sprang into action. She threw cash onto the table, instructing her friends to leave enough money to cover Chantelle and a sizeable tip. Zoe and Dar hurriedly gathered their belongings as Jasmine rushed to get to Chantelle before someone else did. She had been ready for this with both Chantelle’s and her own belongings in hand. It was next to impossible to get her highly intoxicated friend off the floor with full hands, but Jasmine somehow did it. The girls rushed out of the bar surrounded by laughter from the patrons and angry protests from the staff.
As Zoe scrambled to the car, the fullness of her own bladder entered her thoughts. She had been about to excuse herself before Chantelle’s ruckus had started. Could she make it home without peeing her skinny jeans? |
Zoe's legs scissored involuntarily as tried to keep an eye on her highly intoxicated friend in the back seat. The strong aroma of her pee wasn't helping matters. Zoe hated having a small bladder. Despite making sure she always peed right before they went out, she was usually the first to need the ladies room. She was sure everyone noticed it was always her asking for a road stop and this insecurity pushed her to hold off announcing her need until the last minute. This had resulted in her just barely making it to the toilet in time after unexpectedly long waits in queues. It was the same thought every time, as she dabbed toilet paper on wet crotch of her panties- she would never risk wetting herself again, no matter what. But, she always felt the same hesitation the next time- it was just so embarrassing to visit the ladies only twenty minutes after getting to a club!
In a way, Zoe felt slightly jealous of Chantelle, now passed out beside her. She had pissed herself in public but was comfortable with an empty bladder. In some ways, that beat anxiously gripping your pussy trying not to soak the back seat on the drive home. Zoe gasped as Jasmine drove over a bump in the road, just barely preventing a leak into her pink bikini-cut cotton panties. Dar took notice and turned around to see her friend desperately clutching her crotch. Zoe blushed, but dared not release her iron grip. Even with her fingers helping, it felt like she would begin wetting her pants any second now.
"Is everything okay back there?" Dar questioned in concern for her drunk friends.
Zoe was too distraught to reply- her teeth were biting down hard on her lower lip and she struggled to maintain control of her bladder. This drive was simply taking TOO long in Friday traffic!
"What's going on?" Jasmine asked, as she braked the car to a stop at a traffic light.
"Zoe looks like she really needs to pee and Chantelle is passed out. Maybe we should pull over at a gas station."
"Gosh, I really need to go too, but we are only a couple minutes from our dorm. It won't really be quicker having to ask for the key then finding the bathroom. Plus, it might be really dirty or occupied."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I hate public toilets and I have to pee too."
Jasmine's need had quickly grown to an urgent emergency. She absentmindedly pushed her thighs together under her tight black dress. The added pressure on her womanhood helped a bit. However, she had inadvertently lifted her foot off the brake and the car was drifting forward into the intersection. Fortunately, there were no cars crossing but a cop car behind them had its siren and lights on.
"Oh FUCK!" Jasmine swore as she realized what had happened. The light had turned green, so she moved forward and pulled to the side of the road. The policeman took his time getting out of his car. Zoe couldn't even follow his questioning as she continued to fight her bladder's natural urges to void itself into her jeans. She saw him glance into the back of the car a couple of times and she felt herself burn red with humiliation. It was one thing for her close friends to see her in this state, another for it to be a tall, handsome police officer.
Zoe moaned softly as Jasmine was asked to step out of the car. She was SO close to having an accident. Her heart raced as her bladder pulsed over and over, DEMANDING immediate relief. Jasmine had just completed her breathalyzer test and was now being asked to walk in a straight line. This was a huge chore in her desperate state. Zoe watched helplessly as her friend carefully placed one foot in front of the other, her left hand in a tight fist and the right pressing on the groin region of her dress.
Zoe felt herself leak. Crying quietly, she shifted in her seat attempting to regain control. She barely stemmed the flow as Dar looked back at her again. Zoe was beyond the point of caring what she looked like. All that mattered now was holding in her pee... somehow. Outside, the policeman was now talking to Jasmine who was desperately dancing on the spot, eager to continue her challenging journey home. Zoe leaked again and she knew there was no stopping her bladder this time.
As the officer was dismissing her friend with a warning for being close to the legal limit, Zoe pushed her door open and stepped out on the asphalt with rapidly darkening jeans. She just managed to avoid soiling the car seat as her pee splashed onto the brightly-lit street beneath. Zoe sighed with intense relief as she squatted just outside of the vehicle, with one hand on the car seat and one on the open door. Cars drove past slowly, undoubtedly closely observing the attractive young lady wetting herself in clear view of a police vehicle.
Zoe finally finished peeing as the policeman returned to his car. Thinking quickly, Jasmine pulled off Zoe's T-shirt revealing her pink bra and placed it on the car seat. Ignoring her protests, she shoved her friend into the car then hobbled back to the driver seat. Her favorite dress was in real danger of being ruined if she didn't hurry home. |
Hello everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fiction on this site. This is a tale of extreme desperation involving a girl in cosplay. It is inspired by @Jailor Eckman's piece on his Hoard Images pack called “On the Way” and I give credit to him for the character. Seeing how frantic she looked in that terrible situation she was in and how much she drank actually inspired me to request an additional photo of her in a far worse situation where it looked like she was in serious pain. You can see the image that Jailor made in Request #010. From there it gave me some ideas as to how the rest of her story went and it is all culminated in this fiction that I’ve written here. I’ve taken into mind of the health consequences of what this girl in this piece can face and I have included descriptions of such consequences to try to keep it realistic, though I guess it won’t be entirely. I ran into some writers block towards the end of the piece which admittedly did delay the release of this fiction for a couple more months, but I eventually got over them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fiction. Peace out and let me know what you think of it.
NOTE: There is a mention of Bailey as a teenager in junior high school suffering desperation and some vivid descriptions of sexual encounters that Bailey would imagine in this story and there is nudity involved in this piece as well as some strong language. View this at your own discretion.
It was a bright morning in Springfield Oregon and Bailey Porter was excited about the anime convention in Seattle that her anime club successfully raised funds for. She had dyed her hair red the night before and prepared her red seifuku outfit. It was to be a six hour drive to Seattle so she had no intention to waste any time sleeping in as the convention was to open at 3:30PM and her best friend, Selina wanted her to be there for 3:00PM.
With the alarm clock going off, she gets out of her bed in her naked form quickly discovering that she has a strong urge to pee, likely a result of needing to go since 9:30PM last night and going to bed without relieving her bladder. Her toilet had been broken for two days and her landlord said that he would show up in four days as his office is currently busy. It was not a big deal to her, she was going to go to a rest stop on the way and have her morning pee and during those two days, she would stop at either a friend’s place or go to a coffee shop to use the bathroom. She put on her seifuku outfit which perfectly fit her small petite figure, put on her glasses which suited her cute face and ate her breakfast which consisted of bacon and eggs and orange juice. A thought crossed her mind “Why am I drinking when I already have a full bladder?” she pondered this question for some time, but decided to drink the rest. “Whatever.” she thought, she knew that she was going to stop at a gas station or rest stop on the way to the convention. Her cell phone started ringing, she grabbed it off her coffee table to see who it was. Sure enough, it was her friend Selina calling her. She swiped to answer. “Hey Selina.” her friend’s voice answers: “Hey Bailey, how are you this morning?” Bailey felt a slight twinge from her bladder and crossed her legs. “Other than the fact that I still have to pee, I’m alright. I’m just waking up from my bed rest and having some breakfast.” Selina was heard laughing on the other end. “Oh T.M.I Bailey. Nah, just joking, its okay. I’ve had a pretty strong urge to take a tinkle myself when I woke up. How bad is it?” Bailey crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to think about it. “It’s really bad but I can still wait. I’ve had to piss since last night and my landlord still hasn’t fixed the damned toilet yet. I slept with a bladder full of piss and it kind of screwed with my sleep.” Selina’s tone on the other end got serious very quickly. “Now Bailey you better listen to me, as soon as you get on the freeway, look for a service station and relieve yourself. Do not hold it, you don’t want a UTI and a bladder infection like I did and I know you have a habit of doing that. Plus, you’ve had one already.” It was true, even though Bailey does have a weak bladder and very often she has had very urgent urges, she does have a habit of trying to hold it in even when she was bursting and that has led to some very close calls and she has peed herself in ninth grade when she was fourteen because of this. She definitely hasn’t forgotten about the god-awful urinary tract infection that she had and that certainly made her constantly worry about being near a toilet so she didn’t suffer from UTIs and bladder infections. Bailey replies “Selina, I totally get you. I am going to stop at one and take a piss. I’ve been holding it for almost ten hours, there’s no way I’m going to hold it for an additional six. I planned out my route on Google Maps, so I should be there for that exact time.” Selina seemed assured at the other end. “Thank you, Bailey. You know it would hurt me to see you like that again returning to our school from our museum trip back in junior high, you know back in ninth grade.” Bailey definitely did remember that being the worst she had to pee, and she did not want that to happen again. “It won’t happen again.” Bailey said “I’ll see you at 3:30.” She hung up the phone, put her dirty dishes in her dishwasher and then she got out the door. The air outside was cold as was expected when the weather began to cool down during this time of year. It irritated her bladder and she winced and shivered. She quickly got into her sedan and started her drive. The air was almost just as cold inside her vehicle as the temperature outside, but she figured she could get used to it.
Bailey eventually merged onto Interstate Five. The time was 8:30am, she had been holding it for eleven hours. This thought made her shiver in her car seat. She noticed that it was starting to get a little cloudy. The traffic on the highway was moving fast and steady. While she was driving, she was thinking about her friend’s costume. Selina wanted to keep it a surprise, but she couldn’t help but picture her in different outfits, even having some naughty thoughts about her wearing something scantily clad. Just then, she felt a twinge in her bladder reminding her to empty her morning pee and the urine from last night and the orange juice was starting to stream into it. It was becoming more annoying to deal with. Just up ahead was a service station. She merged into the lane that would take her there and she arrived there at 8:45am. She went inside and walked up to the clerk. “Excuse me miss, do you know where I can find the bathrooms?” Bailey asked, subtly squeezing her thighs. The clerk looked at her with a look of remorse for her situation. “I’m very sorry, there is a problem with the plumbing in the building and the washrooms are closed.” Bailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Is she going to have to hold it for the entire trip? She seemed to be at disbelief but didn’t think it was a big deal. She has held her urine for very long periods of time before and she was young healthy eighteen year old girl who turned eighteen about a month ago. It’s not like she has had her pelvic muscles torn away by pregnancy. Though she did have a weak bladder and whenever she has to go, it always made her feel so uncomfortable and it always became urgent very quickly. She can always lie to Selina and tell her that she relieved herself, even though that wouldn’t be true. Bailey felt dehydrated and felt tempted to get a large drink. “Okay, do you mind if I get the extra-large sixty eight ounce peach tea?” The clerk took her money and handed it her, although she was puzzled considering Bailey asked for a bathroom. The clerk took Bailey’s money and then gave her the drink. “Here you go, don’t drink it all at once now.” The clerk said with concern, Bailey didn’t seem to be listening to her, in fact she thought that the clerk shouldn’t be stepping out of her place and concern herself in someone else’s affairs. Bailey left and got back into her vehicle.
Bailey looked at her drink with such intoxication in her eyes. She couldn’t believe the size of it. This was slightly bigger than one of those big gulps at 7-Eleven. The tea inside it looked so delicious. She wondered how nice it tasted. Without thinking about the consequences, she began to quickly gulp down that ridiculous sized drink. She was just sucking in the peach tea like a vacuum until it becomes empty. She did not have time to find a garbage to toss it out so she placed it in one of her cup holders. She could feel her bladder reacting to the liquid coming down her body and she briefly stuck her hand in her crotch. The morning pee urge was getting really bad, though she didn’t think it is going to get any worse. She couldn’t afford to stop at so many service stations to look for a toilet. Even though she had been holding it since feeling the urge last night, she just had to suck it up and hold it for the whole six hour drive regardless of what Selina says if they are to make it to the convention in time. Bailey has a weak bladder and she is sick of having it, if she held it in while she was sleeping then she can make do with liquid still inside her for another six hours. That will really strengthen her bladder control and keep her pelvic floor strong. She started her car and drove off.
It was 9:30am and Bailey was making significant progress towards her destination. Though she could see that the clouds in the sky looked really nasty. It looked like it was going to rain and sure enough it started to. The water temptations outside of her car and the cold air inside it didn’t help matters as her bladder continued to spasm and ache. She did remember seeing a guy pee next to a tree when she was camping with her friends last summer, she was always envious of guys because it was definitely a lot easier to urinate when you have a penis. She wondered how she could pee standing next to a tree even though she has a vagina. She imagined taking off her jeans and pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her vagina lifting her leg and peeing full force on the tree and moaning in relief. She would have done that had she been on the verge of going in her pants on the campground but she didn’t want to embarrass herself at the same time. Immediately after that thought she felt a bladder spasm that felt stronger than before. Why is her need becoming so much worse? She squeezed her thighs together and shook them as the rain turned into a downpour. The pressure in her bladder was growing and she began to realize that that massive peach tea that she drank was going to end up in her bladder along with her morning pee that she should have pissed out when she woke up, not to mention her piss from last night was still sitting in her bladder as well as her orange juice. Her mind flew into worry but she relaxed herself. She should find a service station soon with a functioning bathroom and she could still hold it until then. She glanced at her clock on the dashboard and saw that it was 10:45am, thirteen hours and fifteen minutes without peeing. The traffic was still moving fast, she wasn’t worried too much.
Fifteen minutes later and the traffic started to slow down into traffic delays. What is going on? She is not seeing any construction signs up ahead and she was confused. She turned on her radio and discovered that there was a horrific car accident up ahead that closed major sections of the highway and was causing delays. The movement of the cars was incredibly slow. It isn’t just needing to pee that’s worrying her, she was worried she would be late to the anime convention. That six hours might turn into eight hours at this rate. Bailey’s need to pee was increasing freakingly fast and she began to look worried, she didn’t think she could hold it for six hours let alone eight but she had no choice in the matter and Selina was just going to have to accept it plus she didn’t want to have to stop at a bathroom so often because of a weak bladder. She simply had no time to look for one, no matter how painful it would become, the liquid was going to have to stay inside her.
At 12:00PM, Bailey became completely desperate. She would feel a spasm almost every thirty seconds and it would remind her that she needs to go to the bathroom soon. She cannot simply forget about the pressure anymore and shrug it off as an annoyance. It was constantly prodding her at this point. This was the kind of bladder pressure that when she is working or studying, she would stop whatever she is doing and find a toilet right away only she is stuck in a vehicle on a six to eight hour drive to Seattle and she had to use the short time she had to get there, so she had to simply hold it. She tried to take her mind off her bladder and focus on the road ahead, but the traffic was barely moving and her kidneys aren’t even nearly done processing the loads of caffeine that she drank. She can feel the peach tea, her morning pee, her orange juice and the urine from last night swishing and sloshing around inside her which was making her wince and all she can do is cross her legs and squeeze her thighs together as she had to have both hands on the wheel.
At 12:30PM she was absolutely bursting! It was becoming impossible for Bailey to think of anything else and the freezing downpour outside was making things so much worse. Her bladder felt rock hard and it was starting to feel tight around the waistband of her skirt. She needed to go so bad, her body was literally sweating to keep it in. It was becoming intolerable and now she was starting to worry about the growing pressure inside her more than being late to the anime convention. The empty sixty eight ounce cup looked tempting to her, but she was a proper lady and not five years old and she had more dignity than that. As she reasoned to herself before, however painful this may become, she was going to have to hold it. Instinctually she took her right hand and shoved it against the crotch of her skirt, her eyes began to water and she clenches her teeth looking worryingly at the traffic delays ahead. She has been holding her urine for fifteen hours now and she was worried if things were going to get much worse. At the rate the pressure is going up, she was going to have a total toilet related emergency on her hands and she was starting to regret drinking that massive peach tea.
An hour and a half later at 2:00PM, Bailey was starting to panic and she was in heavy pain. She was about to explode and get her convention outfit and car upholstery all drenched. The waistband of her skirt was pressing into her bladder and she was constantly opening and closing her legs. Her body was sweating profusely and she could feel the urine about to burst out. Her bladder even began to expand and push back against her waistband which is causing the bladder pressure to reach unbearable levels. She noticed that she started feeling horny as well and was having sexual thoughts about the guy she wanted to date and she started feeling wet, even briefly thinking about how good his penis would feel inside her vagina. She wondered what sex would be like while she is bursting for a pee, how it would intensify her pleasure of having his cock thrust in and out of her. It was obvious that her bladder was pushing against her g-spot. She felt a strong spasm and that brought her back to her reality, she was about to burst! She was about to burst in her cold car and it is pouring outside. She placed both of her hands on the crotch of her skirt, looking worryingly at the traffic delay and the rain on the highway. This was so similar to her situation back when she was fourteen years old, coming back from her trip to the museum and peeing herself as soon as she got to her home’s doors. A downpour and thunder storm outside and her face was all red and sweating and so embarrassed in front of her peers. No matter how much she begged teachers to pull over to a gas station, no matter how many tears she cried, she had to hold it for the entire two hour trip back, slowing leaking during the trip. The school was closed and she had to take the city bus home, waddling home afterwards and she peed herself outside of her parents’ home. She remembered that being the worst she ever had to pee in her life and now she was on that level again where she was worried about peeing all over her seifuku outfit and all over her car seat. “Oh my god. I’m going to explode.” Bailey moaned “Why can’t this traffic go any fucking faster?” The accident must be cleared up, isn’t it? How bad is this accident? It turns out that there was a severe car pileup which resulted in fiery crashes and multiple fatalities. She was lucky that this did not happen to her, but her situation isn’t so grand being stuck in a car for eight hours with a bladder that was about to burst. She would not allow this to happen to her. She will pee in a proper toilet like a decent and polite lady and not her empty sixty eight ounce cup. Bailey’s anxiety was spiking up and she started taking deep breaths, deeply breathing in and out and sighing in desperation on top of it while her legs and her bum began to gyrate. Her entire lower body eventually began to gyrate on top of that as she struggles with the pressure in her lower abdomen and her sighs turned into moans and groans. If she was wearing jeans, she could undo her button to relieve the pressure a bit but she didn’t even have that. That was not an option for her skirt, it is just going to continue to push into her lower abdomen and worsen her urge and she was so afraid of being impolite that she would not take off her skirt to relieve the pressure. She’ll just need to suffer for a while longer.
The downpour continued and the traffic hasn’t gone any faster. In fact, it has gone slower for poor Bailey and her bladder pressure only continued to increase and increase and increase. Bailey was in even more psychological distress and her moans and groans have gotten louder in volume. It is an absolute emergency now and it is starting to hurt; her urethra felt like it was stinging and she could also feel the pressure in her vagina. She was constantly trying not to think of toilets and water temptations. Her eyes spelled horror and pain and it began to blush red. It was no longer just prodding her; the searing bladder pressure was always there inside her body sitting and expanding and it was never ending torture for Bailey. Her bladder no longer felt rock hard, it felt like a boulder is sitting inside her with steamy boiling water inside it. “Why is this happening to me?! Why did I drink that horrible peach tea? Oh god.” She thought. The traffic was slowed to the point where the traffic stopped moving. “Oh god, help me please.”
She moved her other hand off the steering wheel and started to move it toward her crotch when she felt that something was off. She felt a large mass on her lower abdomen and she looked down and realized in horror what that large mass was. This was her painfully overfilling bladder. She looked five to six months pregnant. Her bladder was so distended and overstretched it looked like it was popping out of her lower belly as if she was actually carrying a child inside her. This really caused her to start losing her mind. She looked over at the clock and realized that it was 2:45PM, over seventeen hours without a pee and having to pee so much her bladder was stretched to the point where the skin on her lower belly was popping out. This was horrid, absolutely horrid! This urge is a lot worse than needing to piss on the bus from her trip to the Museum when she was in junior high. This was unlike any other urge she has ever felt before. She has never had to pee this bad in her entire life, she never thought it was possible to have her bladder this full. She needs to get to a service station right now before she pisses all over her car interior.
The rain kept on coming down which tortured her and the traffic has barely moved an inch. She turns on the radio and hears a broadcast saying that all drivers need to remain in their cars as there is flooding on the highway. Afraid to look, but curious anyway, she looked out of her window and noticed that the highway was flooded with rainwater all the way up to the wheels of her car. She was practically driving in a river with rain that continued to come down like a bathtub faucet. Suddenly, she gasps as she feels a giant wave of urgency and she immediately holds up her skirt and places it against her bulge with one hand and shoves the other in her panties with her fingers going inside her vaginal canal. “Okay! Okay!” Bailey said out loud in a panic. “You are about to explode. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water. Don’t think of water.” Bailey repeatedly said to herself until she is tempted by the water surrounding her car outside, visualizing herself as if she is driving a boat in a storm. Then imagining herself hitting a tidal wave which sets her boat upside down with her falling into the sea. “Don’t think of water… water... I’m thinking of water! I’m thinking of water!! I’m thinking of water!!!” As she said that a third time, tears begin falling from her eyes and she starts to sob. She kept thinking of a different image but still saw herself sinking into the sea with no hope of ascending, about to drown. “Oh god, is this really all my pee!?” She panicked and sobbed as she saw the ocean water turn yellow, turning into urine. She could no longer see the surface nor the ocean floor or any of her surroundings, instead she could only see walls closing in on her, further compressing her air until she wakes from her trance, feels a giant urgency wave worse than before and she felt a gush of pee spray onto her fingers and onto her panties. She just leaked her pee! She immediately starts screaming in a pained and panicked fury and places her fingers deeper into her vaginal canal. The front of her panties became saturated and her car upholstery and the back of her skirt was wet with her urine. It took all of her effort to stop it but felt even more pain as her panties and car seat were wet. The only audible sound that filled the car at this point was her screaming and crying in such distress. She couldn’t even do a thing to calm herself down. All she could think about was her horrid need to piss. She looked at her empty sixty eight ounce cup and cursed that sweet tea. That horrible, horrible sweet tea did this to her, making her feel like a boulder full of boiling urine is inside her abdomen and about to piss herself in her car just as she did when she was in junior high coming back home from the museum trip. She considered using the cup as relief but decided against it out of pride, wanting to piss like a proper lady should on a toilet, refusing to give in to the agonizing pressure inside her.
Just then she notices a call from Selina. She continued to scream and cry in her car until she takes more deep breaths. If she asks, should she tell her the pain she is going through or lie? Hopefully she does not ask that. She swipes to answer, trying to hide the pain in her voice and trying not to cry as she struggles with the searing pressure and bladder contractions. “Sup Selina?” Selina immediately answers “Hey Bailey, are you still heading over to the convention?” “Yes I am.” Bailey felt another painful wave and covered her mouth for a second, then continued “Sorry, the traffic is kind of slow. The highway is flooded and there is some kind of accident again, am I late?” Selina notices something was off and was worried “You sound kind of nervous and fidgety, are you alright?” Bailey was worried that Selina found out what she was battling but quickly came up with a lie to deflect the concern “I’m alright, it’s just nerves that’s it. Sitting in a car for a long time can make me anxious.” Selina seemed to believe the lie. “That’s fine. They’ll go away.” The lie clearly worked. “Listen, I know this is going to sound disappointing and it will be a bitch to do this, but the event is being rescheduled because of the bad weather. Springfield and Seattle are declaring states of emergency because of flooding and property damage, this is the worst rainfall we got in a long time. We both need to return home now.” Even though Bailey was disappointed, she knew Selina was right. Still trying hard to hide the agony in her voice she says “That sucks but you’re right, the highway is completely flooded and I don’t want to be caught in the flooding.” Bailey shuddered when she said flooding, she continued “I guess we just spent an entire day on the freeway. Anyway, do you want to come over tomorrow morning?” Selina was delighted with this invitation “Oh, absolutely. We can spend the weekend watching movies and playing video games, considering the state of emergency is going to last until Sunday evening.” Bailey was horrified when she heard this, was she going to have to hold it for two whole days? That was impossible, what was she going to do? This was far too painful, she needed a toilet before she pisses herself or suffer damage to her body; she didn’t know which was worse in her panicked state. She held back a moan by covering her mouth with her left hand that was drenched in piss, she could smell the urine as the scent went up her nostrils, and the smell wasn’t strong considering that the drink hydrated her so much. “Bailey, are you there?” She quickly uncovered her mouth and replied “Yeah, sure. It’s just disappointing that we can’t go out and do things because of this. Will the lack of a functioning toilet be a deal breaker to you?” It certainly caused Bailey some frustration of not having a working toilet. “I can just pee in my own plastic cup or outside on the grass, it’s alright.” Selina giggled. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Bailey replied then hung up. Then she began to realize what she just did. “Is Selina going to see me like this?” she pondered “No I won’t let that be possible, I’ll find a place with a working toilet.” She saw an exit from the freeway up ahead, she went up the ramp onto the main street and then took the freeway back to Springfield Oregon.
For most of her trip home, Bailey constantly wiggled and sobbed in her car constantly thinking about how she has to pee so unbelievably bad but has to hold it in for the rest of the day, horrified with the prospect that no establishment was open so she could release her scalding waters into a toilet bowl for the next two days. Her bladder pulsed painfully inside her, she cursed this day for causing her so much pain and suffering, and she cursed the sweet tea for putting her in this terrible state. That clerk warned her to not drink that sweet tea all in one go, she should have listened. Bailey instead ignored the clerk and now she has put herself in an absolutely horrible state such as this. She kept leaking on the way which made things worse. Even when she leaked, it gave her absolutely no relief from her torment, in fact the leaks worsened it. She was drenched in sweat, her grey panties were completely drenched in urine, her thighs glistened with her own pee and her bum and her vagina were completely coated and submerged in the urine puddle on her car seat. The only scent she could smell was the incredibly pungent smell of her own urine, it continued to go up her nostrils which not only grossed her out but reminded her that she needs to get to a toilet ASAP! She continued to sob and moan and she would continue to scream in panic and searing pain while being tortured by her own hellish environment, the flooded roads, the rain, the thoughts of water and toilets that she can’t stop thinking about and the slow traffic, the puddle of piss she was sitting in which submerged her ass and her pussy and the strong smell of her little accident in her car, all of it made it feel like the boulder in her lower abdomen is only getting bigger and the contents inside it getting more and more scalding. She even tried to give up and pee herself, but nothing would come out, she would just leak and leak and leak, never giving her any relief from the terrible pressure.
It took her eight more hours to return to Springfield. The time was now 10:30PM. Bailey desperately looked for any gas stations or establishments that were open so she can relieve her horribly distended bladder, but they were all closed due to the state of emergency on her city. She has held her pee for twenty five hours, an entire day of pain, and an entire day of sitting in her car with a bladder that was horribly beyond exploding and she never got to go to the anime convention because of the weather. She pulled into her parking lot and she got at least some relief. She can finally move around. Her bum that is soaked with her piss is very sore from sitting all day, her abdomen is absolutely distended with her bladder sticking out and she has not had a piss in an entire day and her toilet is still broken and she cannot find any establishment that was open and had a working toilet. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, walked out of her car, locked it and waddled to her apartment while putting a hand on her bladder still suffering tremendous pain. Trying not to scream, she walked in and with all her strength, she immediately sprinted to the bathroom. Her toilet had still not been fixed. “This day is just awful, AWFUL! And now I need to sleep with a full bladder again, with all this piss inside me?!” She sobbed again, but eventually she did compose herself. She took off her shoes and socks, her skirt and her top and her bra and she looked at her panties. She had been leaking the whole trip home and they were completely soaked and smelled very strongly of urine. Disgusted, she took off her panties and threw them into the washing machine. Bailey then looked at her naked self in the mirror. She looked sexy, but the only thing that isn’t making her look sexy is this god awful ball of piss sticking out of her abdomen. She again put her hand on her massively distended bladder and felt that it was as hard as a bowling ball. Her skin did not give way no matter how hard she pushed it. Anybody can mistake her for being pregnant. This was terrible, this needed to come out of her body, but she can’t do that in her empty cup or go squat in the bathtub or on the grass, she had more dignity than that so she decided she was going to have to suffer more.
Thinking of all she has gone through, Bailey looked at her vagina and her ass in the mirror. They were the parts of her body that were drenched the most in her urine. She spent hours sitting in it as it glistened her thighs and submerged both her butt and her pussy. She remembered that she needed to clean her car. Bailey quickly put her bra, her top, and her tie socks shoes and although the back of her skirt was wet from her accident, she put that on too. She didn’t bother putting panties on as she didn’t want to wet another pair and she was grossed out with the idea of wearing her already drenched ones. She got baking soda and made a soap solution and obtained a rag and went out the door. The heavy rain coming down on her was even worse than sitting in her car with the rain tormenting her. It felt so cold, the contents in her bladder no longer felt scalding. Instead, it was starting to feel like a ball of freezer burnt ice that was painfully sticking out of her. Then a thought crossed her mind, she was in the street and it was dark out and nobody could see her, she can discreetly pee in the street if she wanted to. Even when she is suffering this amount of pain, she kept holding it in as she believed a decent lady doesn’t urinate in the street. She opened her car door and bent downwards, holding back a moan as bending downwards squashed her bladder. She took her cleaning solution and put it on the rag, then she tried her hardest to scrub off the large urine stain that was apparent on her car upholstery. The rain was so cold on her body that she shivered and her bladder hurt even more, feeling like a frozen lake inside her lower stomach and the skin around her distended stomach feeling numb from the cold rain. Bailey groaned and moaned trying not to freak out. It absolutely hurts. To add to her torment, the cold water on the ground went right up to her calves as the parking lot became flooded. Again the thought crossed her mind that she should just piss in the rainwater, but again wanted to maintain decency but she was curious whether she could relieve herself here and now. With her pussy exposed, her ass hanging out and her legs spread, she relaxed and tried to let out a stream. Ten seconds pass and nothing came out. Was her bladder locked up from holding so long or was she just nervous to piss outside? She didn’t want anybody to see her in that position and she was going to behave like a polite young pregnant woman, only she wasn’t pregnant, her bladder was so overstretched that it felt like it was occupying much of her stomach which made her look that way. Her lower stomach began to feel like a giant freezer burnt ice cube, the cold was getting too much for her condition. She starting to rush the cleaning job. Eventually she finished cleaning the stain off her car seat, shut her door and then waddled painfully back to her apartment.
Immediately after coming back inside, she was consumed with thirst. She knew it was not a good idea to drink anything else for the sake of her bladder or her kidneys but she hasn’t drunk anything else ever since that sweet tea and she needed to hydrate herself. Screw it she thought. She took her empty sixty eight ounce cup, went to her osmosis tap in the kitchen and sensibly filled it halfway with water so she doesn’t put too much additional strain on her organ. Bailey was a bit of a masochist for doing this to herself, but she had to take care of her other needs and her bladder was going to have to hold more. She would hold it no matter how painful it got until she can pee like a proper lady as she reasoned many times to herself on this particular predicament she was in. She drank out of her cup to her hearts content then felt her bladder painfully protest as her body began to process the loads of water she is putting into her body. She rubbed her swollen bladder in an attempt to calm it while she looks very uncomfortable. She rubbed her bulge as if she was actually carrying a child hoping to lessen pregnancy contractions. Due to her pride and caring about being a proper young lady, Bailey decided that she was going to have to sleep with all this piss inside her small petite and naked body. She took off her wet clothes and left them on the floor, not caring to put them away. To calm her nerves, she took a sleeping pill, turned off the lights in her apartment and went to bed at 11:00PM. Before she passed out in sleep, she had been feeling horny all day. She stuck her fingers inside her vagina again and massaged her clitoris. The masturbation felt more intense, she knew that she gets horny with a full bladder and the worse the pressure got the hornier she became. She wondered what sex was like with a bladder this full, maybe it would be very painful with his cock accidentally pressing on her absolutely exploding and distended bladder when he thrusts it in and out of her vaginal canal, but a girl can imagine. She eventually got tired, stopped massaging herself and went to sleep. Though it was hard to as she always felt the searing, once icy now scalding pressure inside her lower abdomen. She was surprised how much was actually inside her bladder, all sixty eight ounces of fluid in there and there was more to process into her overloaded organ in her tiny body.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to ignore what’s inside her body, though she can still feel the horrid pressure inside her abdomen and she would quietly sigh and moan in her half-asleep state. The loads of water she drank was definitely having an effect on her and it will be even more so in the morning. She had drunk thirty four ounces of water which she was unaware that the water was also going to stream into her bladder on top of the over sixty eight ounces of urine already inside her. She was having very horrific aquatic dreams, showing her fall into the sea from a ship hit by the tidal wave and her falling into an icy lake. Then the dreams switched over to something else. She saw herself as a teenager again, rushing home face all red slowly pissing herself, but then she got to the door and let it all out. While she was unaware, urine started to dribble out of her bare vagina and onto the bed. Then the dribble turned into a stream and the stream into a gush. She unconsciously squeezed her thighs together and the gush stopped. Her vagina, her ass, her thighs, her legs and her bed was now completely drenched in piss. Her dreams also took a sexual turn, she dreamt that a man was having intense vaginal sex with her while she was beyond exploding to pee with her bladder sticking out. The vaginal lubrication leaked on the bed forming a small patch mixed with pussy juice and piss. As the hours passed, although half-asleep, Bailey was not conscious of the fact that her abdomen is noticeably getting much bigger as more and more water is pumped into her already terribly distended bladder.
It was 6:30am in the morning, the weekend has just begun and Bailey has been thirty three hours without a pee. Her eyes opened and it seemed like the pain was gone, though she and her bed did feel drenched. She noticed that her naked body was covered in sweat and urine. This was her own. Why was this? Bailey looked under her covers and saw that she not only wet the bed in her sleep, but her abdomen looked bigger as if she was eight to nine months pregnant and the bulge protruded up to her ribcage. Bailey gasped, feeling anxious and horrified and immediately she felt her lower body feel like its ripping itself apart and she covered her mouth, went underneath her pillow and screamed in such agonizing pain. It felt that if she got up, her bladder would literally rupture and burst inside her. She could have made due with the pain from yesterday, but this was truly beyond unbearable. Seriously she could not stand it! Her bladder felt like an anvil that was falling towards the ground at high speed. She could feel massive pressure in her pisshole which caused her to gasp again and all the now scalding volcanic hot piss was moving towards her urethra. It felt like a volcano that was ready to erupt. She could feel her bladder press painfully against her pubic bone and her g-spot and even breathing would add to the already agonizing and horrible pressure inside her. She could also feel massive pain in her kidneys and her back and her sides, they were starting to have trouble processing liquids. She couldn’t even scream or cry anymore or even breathe, she couldn’t even moan, she could only gasp and wheeze because if she did anything else, she would feel a stabbing pain in her lower abdomen. The pain from her pelvic floor and her bladder was excruciating and the pain from her pubic bone hurts much worse when she touches it. Her spine ached and hurt so much and even her vagina ached excruciatingly from the pressure. Breathing also added much pressure to her bladder so she had trouble doing so, she felt so faint that it felt like she was going to pass out from both the lack of oxygen and the tremendous pain inside her tiny eighteen year old body.
Bailey weakly grabbed her glasses from the table next to the bed putting them on and looking at what’s happening to her body. She was shocked at what she did to herself. “My god, I can’t take this. I can’t stand it!” Bailey faintly wheezed “How did I do this to myself?” Then she remembered, the piss from two nights ago is still inside her, the piss from yesterday morning is still inside her, the orange juice is still inside her, the sweet tea and now the water all inside her massively overstretched bladder. It seems that she never learned from her mistake. Her eyes were watering and tears started falling down. The pain is so beyond excruciating that many thoughts crossed her mind “Am I going to get a bladder infection? Is my pee going to start backing into my kidneys and making me sick?” On top of that, Bailey couldn’t stop thinking about water or toilets. “God I need to take a fucking piss and get all this piss out of me before I put myself in the hospital.” She whispered out loud but felt a huge stabbing pain in her bladder and lower abdomen, she gasped in pain but that made the pain intensify. Speaking or even whispering added to the pressure in her overfilled organ. Her body was being ravaged by a series of spasms and bladder contractions and urine continued to dribble out of her pisshole and making her inner and outer labia more drenched in her own pee, it was doing everything it can to force it out of her body but she has held it in for so long that only little leaks would come out.
This torture she is doing to herself is Hell. This was making her feel sick, she began to get worried about doing some serious damage to her kidneys, but still held on to the belief that she needed to use a toilet like a proper lady and still refuses to urinate in her empty 68oz cup. She had to call Selina for help, but Selina wouldn’t be awake at this time in the morning plus she sleeps in. It was still dark out and the downpour and the thunder continued to torture her mind from her empty window as she continues to think about water and peeing into a toilet. She could not think of anything else, she constantly thought of water temptations and she cradled her distended bladder while she was attempting to clench her teeth, they only chattered. She laid on her bed for hours, moving her legs inward and outward and moving them up and down squirming in her bed and sweating like a faucet while she cradled her lower abdomen. Then it reached 9:30am, thirty six hours holding her urine. The pain reached a point where she could not take it anymore, she thought she was damaging her body doing this, she needed to get her piss out, now!
Bailey got out of her bed in her naked and wet state but felt a really sharp pain in her abdomen which made her feel nauseous, her face looked so pale and she looked like she was in a state of absolute distress. She covered her mouth with her hands to stop the loud wheezing so her neighbors wouldn’t hear. She waddled to her broken toilet. Despite the fact that the flushing mechanism was still broken, she sat on it rubbed her bladder bulge and tried to relax. Nothing would come out. Was she suffering from retention? “My goodness, I have to go to urgent care! I need a catheter!” Bailey started crying heavily in the bathroom sitting on the toilet while all of the sudden, she heard her cell phone ringing. She got off the toilet and walked over to her cell phone on the coffee table. There was no hiding anything from Selina anymore, she was going to know from the stress in her voice and her crying, and she just couldn’t stop it. Bailey swiped to answer and immediately answered “Selina is that you?” Selina laughed out loud “Of course it’s me silly, didn’t you add me to your contacts list?” Just then Selina noticed Bailey’s gasps, wheezing and tears on the other end “Hey, what’s the matter? You don’t sound too good.” Bailey decided that she was going to tell Selina the truth, she couldn’t hide anything anymore. “Selina. I need help. I have to pee so badly! I can’t hold it!” Bailey started crying heavily on the phone to Selina in which Selina responds with disbelief “Well what are you doing talking to me about it?! You’re not a kid, you’re an adult. Just piss in your broken toilet or get a cup and don’t freak out like this.” Bailey felt a strong stabbing pain in her abdomen again and gasped “I can’t get it out! I’ve been holding it for a day and a half! Thirty six hours! You get me? I’ve been holding my piss for thirty six hours! I wasn’t able to find a place with a working toilet and the traffic was absolutely congested and now my bladder is sticking out! I’m in so much pain!” Bailey wheezed louder this time as her speaking added more pressure in her lower belly. Selina was horrified and angered at hearing this “Oh my god Bailey! Why didn’t you just piss in a cup or on the road?!” Bailey felt embarrassed by her friend’s angry tone but at least she was telling her friend the truth. “I don’t do that! I’m a lady and I need a toilet!” Selina got fed up with what she was hearing “That’s it! I said I’ll be coming over there to hang out with you, but I am going to come over there, hold my badly needed piss for a minute and force yours to come out.” She hung up the phone.
For the next fifteen minutes, Bailey sat on a bar stool her legs an inch from her bladder her feet also on top of the stool. She was trying her best to relax and stop crying. It hurt so bad, the pain was becoming too much for her to bear and she wasn’t sure if her kidneys were in a healthy state anymore. She moved her fingers through her urine drenched labia back into her vagina. She couldn’t bear being in this state, but minus the pain in her back and her kidneys, she imagined being penetrated by a guy’s monster cock while she is in this horrible condition. She tried to imagine the effect on her massively distended bladder while having his penis deep inside her love canal and thrusting hard. No she thought, her bladder would probably rupture and her pubic bone would hurt even more. Oh how she needed help, she never thought it was possible to have to piss this bad that your stomach is protruding out of your body and your kidneys are hurting and you feel anxious and sick and about to pass out. This was a hell of a lot worse than coming back from that trip to the museum when she was in junior high. She could not find comfort on this stool, she carefully got up from the stool and walked over to the sofa so she could put on some TV. It pulled up The Shallows, a scene played where Blake Lively was swimming and wading through Jellyfish underwater and being chased by a shark. The setting reminded Bailey of the ocean that was sitting in her lower abdomen and she felt a sharp radiating pain move all over her stomach and she leaked and spurted on her sofa from her bare pussy. Great, she didn’t just pee on her bed but now she pissed on her sofa. She thought about calling 911 until she heard a knock at her door. Bailey carefully got up from her sofa. Making sure not to squish her own bladder, she opened her door and saw Selina. Selina had a ponytail with black hair and in her own seifuku outfit except it was blue. She has a very slim figure with B cup breasts and she stared at a naked Bailey horrified by what she was seeing in her lower stomach on her petite naked body as Bailey did a slow pee dance, looking horrified and sweating like a fire hose and gasping.
“Good lord Bailey, what did you do to yourself?!” Selina yelled in anger while pointing at her bulge while briefly putting a hand over her crotch. “I’m busting for a piss myself but you? Goodness gracious, how can you put yourself through so much pain?! Why do you have to piss so much?” Bailey couldn’t even speak a long sentence “It… hu-hurts!” Selina went to the kitchen to grab a pint glass and placed it underneath Bailey’s vulva which was sopping with pee. “Seriously Bailey. Don’t worry about being a proper lady. Just pee. Get it out now!” Bailey pushed the cup away “I-I… I can’t. I’m going to ho-hold it. I need-“Just before Bailey could finish her sentence, Selina pulled Bailey angrily to her face grabbing her by her shirt. “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you! Take a piss right now and get that out of your body before you damage your kidneys!” Just then, Selina noticed the empty sixty eight ounce cup on her dresser, she noticed that there was remnants of water in it. “Holy shit, Bailey. Did you drink a soft drink out of this and then refilled it with water and drank it all out too? And you didn’t even tinkle?” Bailey nodded her head once. “I-I f-f-filled it with… water halfway. I h-h-had… sweet tea bef-before that.” This sentence caused Selina to completely lose it on Bailey, she was absolutely furious now. “You added caffeine in the mix too? What the hell is the matter with you?! Seriously, are you trying to torture yourself? For what?! Are you actually trying to get a kidney infection?! Bailey Porter, we are absolutely going in the shower enclosure right now!” Selina snapped, she felt a spurt in her g-string but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the state of her friend’s urinary health confused and infuriated that her friend has held it for a day and a half. On that note, Selina angrily dragged Bailey into her bathroom in her shower enclosure. She motioned for Bailey to stay on the shower enclosure drain and then she rushed into the kitchen to find a measuring cup. She wanted to know how much urine was inside her friend’s bladder and she was going to use the mega cup to relieve her own. She placed the gallon sized measuring cup underneath Bailey’s pussy and looked at her sternly. “Bailey, we need to get it out. Take as much time as you need, but you need to take a piss very soon.” Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and tried to relax and pee. Two minutes later and nothing came out, she only felt a sharp pain in her stomach which caused her to gasp. “It’s not working. I think I need to go to A&E.” Selina held Bailey by the shoulders “I just think you are not relaxed. You keep thinking about the pain in your body and it is only going to get worse and you’ll get tenser.” Selina put her hand on Bailey’s distended lower abdomen and rubbed it which caused Bailey to gasp in pain. Selina immediately took her hand away. “I’ll try and help you relax, if nothing happens then I’ll call an ambulance. Come sit with me on the sofa.” With that plan in motion, Bailey got up and painfully waddled with Selina to her sofa.
The two girls sat on the couch watching The Shallows as well as 47 Meters Down. Selina is still holding her full bladder not wanting to torture Bailey with the sound of her relieving herself. Bailey’s bladder on the other hand was still horrifyingly overstretched and pressing against her pubic bone and she was in an absolutely horrible state physically and mentally and the watery images on her TV were making her mental state worse as well as her pain. Selina was rubbing Bailey’s back and her bladder that was sticking painfully out of her abdomen. It was filled with so much liquid Bailey thought her bladder was going to tear. “My god, this is going right up to your ribs. It looks like a giant bowling ball is inside you.” Selina said in shock and concern for her friend. Bailey was crying and she looked at her friend with her teeth chattering “It-it fe-feels li-li-like- one is inside me. I’m in so mu-mu-mu-uch p-p-p-pain. My back and my kidn-n-neys are hur-r-rting. I-I-I’m about to burst and-and damage my body! It s-s-s-so so bad that-at-at my bl-bl-bladder feeeels like it-its going t-t-t-to rupture a-a-nd it won’t come out!” Bailey continued to wheeze and writhe on her sofa. Selina can only look at Bailey in horror, it really hurt her to see her friend struggling like this, a lot more than that museum trip back in junior high. “It feels like its going to rupture?” Selina asked in surprise, and her friend nodded her head up and down. She looked at the clock and noted the time. It was 1:30am, forty hours her friend has held it in. Selina had tried to relax Bailey to no avail. “Selina, my back!” Just then Bailey noticed a very sharp and consistent pain in her back and her sides and her kidneys and winced in agony and making squealing sounds as if she is being tortured by a demon. Her lower abdomen felt like it was going to tear and her pubic bone felt like it was going to crack and her bladder literally felt like it was going to burst inside her. The pain was becoming too much for her to the point where she uttered a mix of pained moans and squeals and she felt like she was going to pass out. “It’s okay Bailey, take some deep breathes, I’ll get you to A&E.” Just as all hope is lost, a stream of urine squirted out of Bailey’s sopping pussy onto her sofa. “I think it’s starting to come out.” Bailey said in shock. Selina then grabbed Bailey and took her into the shower enclosure along with the measuring cup and the sixty eight ounce cup.
Bailey squatted over the measuring cup and Selina held onto Bailey. “Now Bailey, do what you did before.” Her friend started tearing up “I can’t believe I’m doing this, this hurts so much but I need a proper-“ Selina became furious again with where Bailey’s words are going. “NO MORE EXCUSES!” Just then Selina wrapped her arms around Bailey’s severely distended bladder and squished it. The pain was blinding and absolutely horrible, Bailey gasped very loudly. Finally, all the liquid that Bailey’s bladder contained for forty hours straight comes out in a giant gush. It wasn’t just a gush, it was a literal spray as if it’s a shower head spraying urine coming right from her vagina and the pee looked as clear as water. This was not yet relief, this was still blinding and torturous for her to feel. The spray felt so painful, perhaps even more so than keeping the loads of piss inside her. Selina herself began relieving her bladder by pissing into the empty sixty eight ounce mega cup. Bailey’s face turned red from the pain and she was screaming and crying in her shower enclosure. “Selina, please stop!” Her friend however isn’t having any of it “Are you kidding? Look at that measuring cup!” They both saw that the searing liquid has filled the cup past one quart and Bailey wasn’t even done pissing out what she has battled with since that trip to the anime convention. “How could you have done this to yourself?” Selina growled in anger as she finishes her pee. Bailey on the other hand was still pissing hard into the measuring cup. Her bladder isn’t as distended as it was before, it was decreasing in mass as more and more piss came out. Selina was horrified by what she was seeing. The liquid was filling the measuring cup past two quarts now with no sign of stopping. It took a total of three minutes for Bailey’s bladder to completely empty. Her stomach bulge was gone and she sighed, finally relieved of the pain inside her tiny petite body. Her pelvic floor however was seriously strained and hurting and her kidneys still burned, but not as bad as before. “Oh my god Bailey, look at that.” Both she and Selina looked at the measuring cup. It went past three point two quarts. “The bladder usually can hold under five hundred milliliters before it gets really urgent above that. You pissed out a little over three litres, you were just one away from a gallon. Your bladder could have ruptured and you could also have suffered serious kidney damage. How could you have put yourself through this torture? Are you out of your mind?” Bailey did not know how to respond. “I just wanted a proper toilet.” Selina growled again at her friend “Well consider what could have happened to you! You weren’t helping your situation by holding in that what must have felt like a giant stone inside your body. If everything in your body hurts like that, you need to let it out. I don’t care if you would do it in your panties or one of your sexy g-strings or whatever, I don’t EVER want to see you go through that again!” Bailey then kneeled on the ground looking right at the measuring cup she pissed in and saw how full the gallon measuring cup is. Embarrassed, Bailey started crying, the smell of her own piss filling her nostrils. Selina then realized how harsh she was with her words, she kneeled down to Bailey and moved the measuring cup. “Come on, you don’t need to be smelling your own piss.” Bailey took the measuring cup back and kept it close to her. “I’m already covered in my own sweat and pee, the smell of my own pee reminds me of what I went through. Oh god, my pubic bone is hurting still.” She held on to her left side of her pubic bone and had one hand underneath her vagina wincing in pain. “It’s okay Bailey. We’ll get you to a doctor to check you out. I also think we should check out your bladder and your kidneys too just to make absolute sure they are okay. You’re not going to go through this by yourself.” Bailey looks up to Selina and smiles. “Thank you Selina.” The two girls hug and then Bailey went to sit down on her sofa that was soaked with her urine and Selina went over to get her cell phone.
Bailey went through some serious pain, and Selina believed that it was in her best interest to go see a doctor to get herself back to normal after such a painfully long holding of her urine inside her massive and painful bladder. Her pelvic floor was going to take time to recover from this horrific ordeal. She did not know how she got to this point, but what is done is done and she believes that this is the worst pain she has ever experienced in her life and vows never to put herself in this position or to experience this kind of bladder pressure ever again, or so she believed. This was truly a petite girl's wet plight. |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
"Marie! Wake up!" Callie said as she shook her cousin awake. Marie groaned and slowly opened her eyes.
"........5 more minutes....." she said as her eyes slowly shut. Callie shook her again until Marie lifted herself from her pillow.
"C'mon,Marie! We need to get ready for today!" Callie said as she exited her cousin's room. Marie sat on the edge of the bed yawned. She got up and slowly walked up to her closet while rubbing her eyes. She had no idea how Callie could be so energetic during the morning. Each time Marie took a step,she could feel a slight pressure in her abdomen.
"Oh....i gotta pee...." Marie said to herself. She opened her closet,grabbed some clothes and then closed it. She then left her room and made her way to the bathroom. With each step she took, she could feel a bit of pressure. Despite this, Marie kept walking at a steady pace. The bathroom was very close to her room, so she wasn't really in a rush. She opened the bathroom door and entered it. After closing the door behind her, she placed her clothes near the sink and then turned to the toilet. Unlike most inklings, the Squid Sisters had a squat toilet as supposed to the sit toilet most of Inkopolis had. As she approached the toilet, she grabbed the waist of her shorts and pulled them down along with her panties. She took them off completely and then placed them next to the bin for dirty clothes. Marie then squatted above the toilet and relaxed.
She let out a stream of green urine that splattered against the toilet bowl. Marie sighed and closed her eyes as she emptied her bladder. After a while,her stream weakened until only a couple of drops came out. Marie stood upright and flushed the toilet. Without wiping,she made her way to the shower. As she approached the shower,she took of her shirt and threw it near the bin.
With the press of a green button,the shower head released some green ink. Marie then briefly stepped out of the shower and grabbed her phone to pick a song. She stopped scrolling when she saw the newest song: "Prism Wave" by Chirpy Chips. She tapped the "play" button and after a few seconds of loading,the song started playing. Marie grabbed the shower head and started washing herself with this ink. Today was one of the few days off Marie got. And she was planning to spend some time with her cousin,Callie.
Ever since the "Callie VS Marie" Splatfest,the duo has exploded in popularity. Ever since then,they've been busy with solo careers. So much that they didn't get to spend a lot of time together.
Marie turned off the shower head and stepped out. She shook off the ink on her body and approached the sink to put on her clean clothes. Meanwhile,Callie was already downstairs preparing breakfast. She placed two plates on the table; One with pancakes and one with waffles. Marie entered the kitchen while stretching.
"Breakfast is ready,Marie!" Callie said with excitement. Marie lowered her arms and looked at the plate of waffles in front of her. She smiled and sat down in front of the plate. As Marie prepared to dig in,she saw Callie approaching her with some Milk Tea.
"That won't be necessary,Callie. I'm not really thirsty right now..." Marie said.
"Oh...Uh...Okay." Callie said as she sheepishly scratched her head. She then grabbed a cup and started preparing some lemon tea for herself.
"So...Are you ready to go out today?" Callie said as she prepared the lemon tea. Marie just nodded as she kept eating her waffles. Normally,Marie would stay home and sleep during her day off. But since it's been so long since she got to spend time with her cousin,she decided to do that today. After she finished eating,Marie put her empty plate near the sink. She then entered the hallway to get a jacket while Callie was finishing her Tea. She took one last sip of her tea and then placed it next to Marie's empty plate.
"C'mon, Callie! Let's go!" Marie yelled from the hallway.
"Oh! Coming!" Callie said as she started dashing through the hallway. She grabbed her jacket and exited the house with Marie.
"So....Where do we go first?" Marie asked.
"Oh! How about Arowana Mall?" Callie said with excitement. Marie simply nodded and the two continued walking. As they got farther away from their house,Callie started feeling a bit of unease in the lower half of her body. She had completely forgotten to use the bathroom while she was home. To make things worse,the tea she drank was slowly making it's way to her bladder. Callie glanced at Marie,who was still looking at the road ahead of them.She clenched her fist and ignored the pressure.
"C'mon,callie. you're not a kid anymore.you can hold it..." Callie thought to herself. She then noticed that Marie was moving a bit faster then her. She picked up her pace and caught up to Marie. With each step she took,she could feel a little bit of pressure. She turned to the direction of their house,which was almost out of sight. Callie looked back in front of her and tried to ignore her bladder.
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The Squid Sisters reached the entrance of Arowana Mall.
"Here we are....Where do we go first?" Marie asked. She didn't get a response.
"Callie?"
"......"
"Callie!" Marie turned around and looked at her cousin. Callie jumped and looked around nervously.
"Oh...uhh...Ooh! Let's go to the clothing shop first! I heard they have some new clothes there! Callie said. She then started running through the mall.
"Callie! Wait!" Marie said. She sighed and started running after her cousin. After a bit of running,Callie stopped in front of the entrance to the clothing shop.
It took a few seconds for Marie to catch up.
"Don't run off like that,Callie..." Marie said. She then took a second to catch her breath.
"Sorry....hehehe..." Callie said with a sheepish smile. Marie sighed and entered the store,with Callie following her. The two then split up and started looking around the store. Callie was starring at the row of clothes in front of her. However,she could feel her bladder pressuring her again. And this time It felt a bit stronger. Callie started rubbing her legs together while looking at the clothes in front of her.
"Hey,Callie?" A voice said. Callie turned around to see her cousin standing there with some "Toni Kensa" branded clothes.
"Which one do you think i should take?" Marie said as she lifted and lowered the shirts she was holding.
"Uhh....The white one." Callie said she pointed at it. Marie then turned around and headed towards the changing rooms. Callie sighed and went back to looking for clothes.
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The Squid Sisters left the store. Both of them were holding one bag filled with clothes. Just then,Callie heard a sniffing sound. She turned around to see her cousin looking at a fast food stand.
"I'm going to get something to eat,Callie." Marie said. She then made her way to the stand. Callie crossed her legs and looked around. She spotted a restroom near the clothing store they just exited. Callie looked at Marie and then back at the bathroom. She took a couple of steps towards the restroom until....
"*Gasp* OH MY COD! LOOK EVERYONE!!!" A random inkling shouted. Every Inkling and Octoling near the shop turned around and saw Callie. They all immediately ran towards her and blocked her path.
"HOLY CARP! IT'S CALLIE!"
"I'M A BIG FAN OF BOMB RUSH BLUSH!"
"CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!"
Callie nervously smiled and backed away. Her fans kept asking questions and getting closer to her until Marie grabbed Callie.
"Sorry,everyone. But i'm afraid we gotta leave now. Stay fresh!" Marie said. The two then ran away from the mob of fans until they reached the entrance of the mall.
"*Sigh* Thanks,Marie. It's almost impossible for me to come here without getting mobbed by fans..." Callie said while scratching her head.
"Maybe they think you're me." Marie said with a grin. Callie just frowned,causing Marie to chuckle.
"C'mon! Let's go..." Marie said. The two then left the Mall and followed the sidewalk they were on.
"Oh uhh....I bought you a catfish burger and some coral-cola." Marie said as she pulled out the bottle.
"Ehh...I-I'll save them for later...I'm not really hungry or thirsty...." Callie said. Marie gave her a confused look, but nodded and put it back in her bag.
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The duo of idols kept walking forward with comfort. Well....only Marie was walking with comfort. Callie was walking behind Marie with one hand between her legs. By this point,it was very difficult to ignore the signals her bladder was sending her. Callie then noticed that Marie stopped.
"Marie? What are you-" Callie looked at where Marie was facing and saw a totem pole. Callie yelped and took a few steps back. The scare caused her to briefly lose control of her bladder. She quickly jammed her hands between her legs until she was sure her had control of her bladder again. She let go of her crotch and looked at Marie,who was starring at her with a confused expression.
"S-Sorry...Those totems really creep me out." Callie said while rubbing her legs together. Marie looked back at the totem.
"I dunno. They look pretty cute to me...." Marie said with a smirk. While her back was turned,Callie placed her hands between her legs again. She could feel a wet spot on her panties. After Marie was done starring at the totems,the two kept walking. The path they were following was close to Camp Triggerfish, which was a map surrounded by water. The sound of the flowing water caused Callie to whine, which did not go unnoticed by Marie.
"Are you okay,Callie? You look a bit stiff...." Marie asked.
"Y-Yeah,I'm fine." Callie said with a fake smile. Marie starred at her cousin for a few seconds and then turned away. Callie stopped smiling and tried to ignore the water.
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After a while, the Squid Sisters reached Kelp Dome.
"Ugh...It's so humid in here...." Marie complained as she fanned herself with her hand. Callie didn't reply as she was too occupied focusing on her bladder.
"Are you sure you don't want to drink this,Callie?" Marie said as she pulled out the bottle of cola.
"Y-Yeah,I'm sure....I'm not really thirsty..." Callie said nervously. Marie shrugged and put the bottle back in her bag. She then turned around and starred at all the plants.
"I wonder if they have a chips tree somewhere around here...." Marie said. Callie put her hands between her legs and started rubbing them together again. She was very close to her breaking point now. She always a weak bladder compared to Marie and she was determined to prove to herself that she could hold it just as long as Marie. But now? All that determination was gone. She just wanted to relieve herself. Callie looked around for something to distract her from her bladder. But a sprinkler entered her line of sight. She winced at the sight of it and turned in the opposite direction.
"Callie? What's the matter?" Callie looked at Marie,who was starring at her again with a worried expression.
"Everything is fine,Marie...."Callie said as she kept rubbing her legs together.Marie frowned and moved closer to her.
"Callie...just tell me what's wrong. You've been acting weird since we left Arowana Mall." Marie said.
"I....Everything is-" Before Callie could finish her sentence,she heard the sound of another sprinkler. She looked over Marie's shoulder and saw another sprinkler. Callie winced again. She then quickly crossed her legs tighter and shut her eyes.
"Callie?!.....do you....do you have to..." Before Marie could finish her sentence,Callie opened her eyes and looked at Marie with a worried expression.
"I need to pee! I need to pee really badly,Marie!" Callie said as she started rubbing her legs together much faster.
"Okay! Calm down!" Marie said as she placed her hands on her cousin's shoulder.
"Uhh....this way." Marie said as she dragged her cousin back to the exit of the dome. Upon reaching the entrance,Marie ran up to the receptionist while Callie stayed there and looked around while potty dancing.
"Uhh...Excuse me? Can you point me to the restroom?" Marie asked to the receptionist.
"...yeah,They're over there." The receptionist said as she pointed at another hallway. Marie ran in the direction the receptionist was pointing at and dragged Callie with her again. Marie kept running with her cousin in tow until she saw a restroom sign pointing to her left.
"Over here,Callie!" Marie said as she pointed at the girls' restroom.
"Ah! Bathroom!" Callie gasped as she barged through the door. Marie scratched her head and followed Callie into the bathroom. She entered the restroom just as Callie entered one of the stalls. Callie closed the door behind her and reached for the waist of her shorts while her eyes were on the sit toilet. She turned around and in one swift motion, pulled down her shorts and panties. As soon as her rear landed on the toilet seat,a stream of pink urine flowed out of her urethra.
"Aaaaaaaaah~" Callie moaned with relief as her bladder let out all the urine she had been holding.
"Can you....Keep it down a little,Callie? It's making me a bit uncomfortable." Marie asked. Callie responded with another moan,causing Marie to shake her head. The only noises that could be heard were Callie's relieved moans and her stream splattering against the water in the toilet. Thankfully,Nobody was there to hear it....besides Marie,of course. Callie's eyes shut and a big smile appeared on her face. She was loving every second this. After what seemed like a minute,her stream stopped. Callie reached for the toilet paper and nearly grabbed a piece of it. But then she realized there would be no point in wiping since her panties were already wet. She let go of the paper and got up from the toilet. She pulled up her shorts and panties and shivered at the cold contact from her panties. Afterwards,she flushed the toilet and exited the stall.
"Okay....I'm done,Marie..." Callie said as she approached the sink. She started washing her hands with Ink until she realized Marie was gone.
"Marie?" Callie called out for her cousin. She then heard a flushing noise coming from another stall. She turned around to see Marie exiting the stall next to her.
"I wanted to take care of it while we were here." Marie said as she closed the door behind her. She approached the sink and washed her hands as Callie finished.
"Callie. Next time,if you need to go just tell me." Marie said as she finished washing her hands.
"I will...I'm sorry..." Callie said with an embarrassed look on her face. Marie put on of her hands on Callie's shoulder. Callie looked at her cousin for a few seconds and smiled. The two exited the bathroom and left Kelp Dome.
"So...Where do we go now?" Marie asked.
"Oh! How about we go to Ancho-V games? A new game came out recently!" Callie said. Marie nodded and the two headed to the Ancho-V building. |
Hello, everyone,
This is the first story I have in a series starring these two characters. I hope I can get them all finished. For now, here you go.
(Warning: contains messing)
1. An Introduction
Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons.
“That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?”
These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?”
Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?”
Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it.
Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty.
“Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand.
~*~*~*~*~
It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together?
Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?”
Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.”
“Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do.
The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again.
So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on.
And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that.
What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be.
Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there.
~*~*~*~*~
The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.”
“Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable.
“Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?”
“Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.”
As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?”
Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.”
Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.”
Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out.
Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard.
The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there were a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out.
“Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively.
Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.”
“Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?”
“I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.”
“Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty.
“Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.”
Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!”
Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.”
Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose.
Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them.
Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?”
Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.”
“Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.”
“Do you have any friends around?”
“Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.”
“Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly.
Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it.
“No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly.
“You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click.
~*~*~*~*~
Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school.
hey Ange
Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply.
Hey Jackie
Whats up?
wyd
the librarys doing a free movie
want to come
?
Cool, what time?
And what movie
in like fiften minutes
Tangled I think
Sorry, I can’t make it
sounds fun though.
ah you suckkkk
haha
Why cant u come tho
My mom asked me to be with
the Wells’ daughter while they’re out.
whos that
you know Lily?
o yeah
isnt she the one who pees her pants alot?
Yeah, that’s her.
Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation.
wow that’s cray
has she had to go pee a lot
?
No, she seems normal. She’s nice.
We’ve been getting to know each other.
Does she like wear diapers or somthing?
Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda.
No she doesn’t.
Anyway, can we talk about something else?
It’s making me have to pee.
haha
I feel u girl
well, sorry u cant comeee
Thanks. Have fun
Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in.
pee
pee
rivers
waterfalls
She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back.
Jackie! Not funny. Lol
But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it.
The door wouldn’t move.
It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands.
Nothing. The door was locked.
Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking.
She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness…
Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle.
Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out.
Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?”
Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal.
The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all.
Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her.
“Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?”
Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily.
“Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other.
“I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing.
Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.”
“Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point.
Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her.
Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?”
“Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front rock meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate.
“Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard.
As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander.
I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling…
Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out…
No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused.
She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out.
Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine.
Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine.
Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear.
Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and…
Nothing.
She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs.
Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily.
In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry.
She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding.
It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and…
Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out.
Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in.
She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to.
Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil.
I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap
I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go
Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done.
If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t
Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes.
It would feel so good to just let go
No! No I can’t!
Yes just let go Just let go
No! No! No!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands.
She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse.
She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage.
Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice—
“Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?”
That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now.
It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off.
For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold.
Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence.
“Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—”
Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her…
She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever.
Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight.
Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?”
Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom.
She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream.
~Aftermath~
After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance.
Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened.
The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened.
One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard.
Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness.
She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose.
She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see.
She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat.
Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen.
It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts. |
As promised, here is chapter two. Enjoy. :)
2. Harvest Festival
The air was cool, and continually breezy, wafting scents of wood fires, pressed apples, and hot chocolate, and making the multicolored leaves on the grass dance. The low angle of the sun belied how early in the afternoon it actually was, and the cloudless sky too gave a false impression of how crisp the temperature truly was.
The car was driving almost due west, causing the sun to fall directly on the faces of its passengers. Even in autumn, the sunlight was hot inside the car, so the windows were cracked open to let the rich coolness balance out the interior. The lovely smells from outside commingled with the mouth-watering aroma of three fresh pies carefully stationed in the back seat.
Angelica unzipped her green fleece jacket as the sun was too warm on it, then reached back and adjusted her long brown braid. The harvest festival was one of her favorite events of the year, and a great way to hang out with friends from school, since everyone was back from summer by now. The car ride was oddly quiet, though, since Angelica’s big brother Patrick was away at college. His absence lent the experience a shade of nostalgic melancholy.
Angelica’s mother spoke. “So, Ange, will any of your friends be at the festival?”
Angelica could tell it was just an attempt at conversation, but she welcomed it. “Oh yeah. I think most of them. I think that Tina and Lou are coming, and Linda and Brian and Jackie said they would try. Oh, and maybe Shane.” Brian was the newest friend on that list, having just transferred to her school this year. She had intentionally inserted his name in the middle, trying very hard not to draw attention to it by putting him either first or last. The truth was, almost ever since they first met, Angelica had had a crush on him. He was one grade ahead of her, but polite, well-liked, and super cute. Every time he smiled it made her feel fluttery inside. Part of her resented feeling like that, wanting to flatter herself by imagining that she was above such childish whims of emotion, but that part was always noticeably absent whenever Brian himself was around.
The car pulled onto the grass parking field for Collins Farms, where the harvest festival was taking place. After stepping out and stretching their legs, Angelica helped her mom take the pies out of the back seat and carry them to the pavilion where the homemade goods competition would be taking place. They seemed to have arrived on the cusp of the main influx of people. There were others all around them making their way to the farm’s entrance, and the field was rapidly filling up with cars.
After a brief wait in line, both Angelica and her mom were given yellow bracelets for all-day access and directed to the pavilion. It was only a short walk from the main entrance, but enough for Angelica to get a good look at a number of the attractions present. There were pavilions where food and drink were sold, a wooden building which acted as the farm’s gift shop, temporary carnival rides set up which consisted of a Ferris wheel, tilt-a-whirl, and swinging dragon, and further off were fields where there would be pumpkins, a corn maze, and (in a few months) Christmas trees. Once at the registration table, she could see and smell a bevy of delectable treats already registered: pies, shortbreads, sweet rolls, and more. Her mouth watered and her stomach gave an eager growl.
Once the pies were registered, Angelica’s mom turned and gave Angelica a hug. “Have fun, baby! I assume you’ll be meeting up with your friends?”
Angelica squeezed her mom back, then separated the hug. “Yeah, I just have to find them first.”
“Well, call me if you need to. And remember, we’re going to try to leave by eight. Okay?”
“Sure thing, mom!” And with a wave, she turned and made her way straight to one of the food vendors. Her mom had given her some spending money for food, and after being unable to make up her mind for a minute or so, her stomach’s impatience got the better of her and she bought a roast turkey leg and a cup of cold, fresh-pressed apple cider. Apple cider was her favorite.
As she was ordering, the young girl taking the orders asked, “Would you like to get the unlimited-refills apple cider?” and pointed at the corner of the menu board. There, written in fancy chalk script, was the option of “Bottomless Cider - $8.” A single cup, on the other hand, cost $1.50. Angelica did some quick mental math and concluded that she would have to drink at least six cups of cider to make it worth it, but since they planned to be at the festival the whole afternoon, that would probably be no problem at all—especially considering how much she loved apple cider. A smile crept up one side of her face and she answered back a cheery “Sure!”
The girl handed her back a turkey leg on a paper plate wrapped in aluminum foil, and then reached under the counter and produced a fancier-than-normal disposable plastic cup. She turned to a five-gallon Igloo jug and filled the cup from it, then faced Angelica again and handed her the cup. “Bring this cup back here, and we’ll refill it for you.” Angelica gazed at the delicious brown liquid swirling in the cup in her hand and realized that the bottomless version was also larger than a normal cup. She took a sip and licked her lips, relishing the sweet and tangy freshness and the cold tartness. Wow, that was good.
She set down her plate and cup on the counter to pay, grabbed some napkins, and gave a little wave goodbye to the girl’s “have a nice day!” After wandering for a bit, taking intermittent sips and tantalized by the smell of the turkey leg, she found a spot at some picnic tables to sit. She had barely begun her turkey leg when she noticed she was already almost done with her first cup of cider. Glad she had opted for the free refills, she smiled to herself again and then walked briskly back to the food vendor and handed the same girl her cup with a cheeky expression on her face. The girl promptly filled it, handed it back with an “enjoy!” and Angelica found her spot again.
While eating, she pulled her phone out to text and see where her friends were. In between texts, she also scanned the crowds to see if she could spot anyone. Her phone was very nearly out of reception, and after several times of waiting a frustrating amount of time for a text to send, she decided it was probably not worth trying to meet up that way. She nibbled the last of the meat off her turkey leg, which by now had gone cold, wiped off her fingers with a napkin, and downed the rest of her cider. She walked over to the food vendor, threw out her trash in the trash can next to the stand, and refilled her cider again.
She was about to turn around when she felt an arm land abruptly around her shoulder, causing her to jump. A familiar voice said spunkily, if too loudly for how close it was to her ear, “Hey girl! I finally found you! Did I startle you?” and then burst out laughing. It was Jackie.
Angelica rolled her eyes but couldn’t help chuckling too. “Hi, Jackie. I’ve been looking for everyone. Have you found anyone else?”
Jackie laughed again. “Yeah, me and Lou came in at the same time, and we’ve already found Shane and Tina.” She pointed over too her right, where the other friends were standing.
Angelica felt a twinge of disappointment that Brian was not among them, but she knew better than to ask about his whereabouts—especially to Jackie. Boy, if Jackie even suspected she had a crush on Brian, she would never hear the end of it. She masked it with a big grin and ran over to her other friends to give hugs and say hi. They decided to go do the Ferris wheel first (Lou and Jackie wanted to do the swinging dragon, but Angelica didn’t think it was a good idea right after eating). Afterwards they spent their time flitting from activity to activity, sprinkling in the occasional snack from a vendor, and Angelica filling her cider cup again. The whole time she wondered about if Brian would show up or not. At one point Shane checked his phone and informed the group that Linda said she wouldn’t make it after all. Tina gave a petulant moan at that news, and Angelica wanted very much to ask about Brian, since he was now the only unaccounted-for friend. Of course it would turn out that way. Instead, she kept her thoughts to herself.
As the afternoon reached its middle, the five friends agreed to try the corn maze before it got too dark. Before they entered, though, Angelica went to top off her cider again. This was her sixth cup, and though she wasn’t really thirsty at this point, she wanted to hit the six-cup mark to justify buying the bottomless cider. As she sipped it on her way back to the corn maze entrance, she glanced to her right at the port-a-potties lined up along the edge of the farm property. There were already decent lines forming for them, and she imagined they would only get longer as people settled down for dinner. The farm probably underestimated how many facilities they would need. She guessed she would have to take a break for them after the corn maze.
Meeting up again at the wooden gateway to the corn maze, Angelica and each of her friends were handed a paper with blanks to write in and a golf pencil. They were told that inside the corn maze there were different stations hidden, each with a riddle. The challenge was to find each of the stations and solve each riddle. There didn’t seem to be any sort of prize—it was just a fun activity to take part in. The five friends eagerly slipped inside and immediately seemed to be in a different world. The corn stalks all around them formed a formidably impenetrable wall, and it was easy to miss different pathways through the deceptively tortuous labyrinth.
With their fair share of bantering, bickering, laughing, and arguing, they found the first two thirds of the riddles pretty quickly. But then it became a matter of finding the ones they had missed, and going back and trying to find passages that hadn’t been explored yet, and then finding your way back once you had. Angelica guessed that they had probably been in the maze for almost forty minutes, and she began to wonder how much longer it would be.
At one of the stations they found, after writing down the riddle on her paper, she stood and waited as the rest of her friends did likewise. Shane in particular was having a difficult time of it, trying to hold the paper in his hand and write on it without anything to lean on. As Jackie and Lou teased him, Angelica gazed off down the other paths of the maze. It felt surreal, since one could hear voices of people passing through all around, but most of the times they were hidden by more walls of corn. In this case, she could see group of three girls probably around her age coming around the bend. Two of them were laughing, but the third had a worried look on her face.
“Come on, guys, it’s not funny! Let’s just get out of here.”
“Of course it’s funny! Why didn’t you just go before we started the maze?”
“The lines were too long and I didn’t want to wait. I didn’t know we’d be in here so long!”
“Guess you shouldn’t’ve had so much to drink, huh?”
“Stop it!” The girl moaned plaintively and rubbed her gray-sweatpants-clad thighs with her hands, looking like she wanted to grab her crotch, but not with anyone watching. “You guys, come on. I’m literally dying here.”
The other two continued to laugh as the group passed by. Angelica frowned at being reminded of the need for a toilet. Her own bladder was filling from all the cider she had consumed, and now the girl’s apparent desperation brought back up a memory which she had tried hard to suppress—one from the year before, when she had first met Lily Wells, a girl who was prone to incontinent accidents, but ended up having an accident herself. Luckily, no one had found out. Still, the embarrassment and shock from it had taken a while to dissipate in her mind, and now they were beginning to try to peep their heads out again.
She turned her head back towards her friends, who had finished up with their riddle and were now coming toward her, laughing and joking still. Lou noticed the look on Angelica’s face and asked, “What’s wrong, Ange?”
Angelica quickly snapped a fake smile on and answered chipperly, “Nothing, sorry! Just got lost in thought.” This was enough to satisfy the question, and the five friends continued on their search in the maze. But now that the memory of her accident had been brought back up again, Angelica found she had to actively struggle to suppress it, and in concert with it, she felt her bladder give her more alerts. It wasn’t starting to hurt yet, but with all the cider she had drunk she knew that it would keep filling up, and probably pretty fast. She would have to get in line for the port-a-potties right after they got out of the maze.
Unfortunately, though, there was no way of knowing how much longer that would be. They were still scouring for the last few riddles, which could be anywhere. Angelica didn’t much feel like conversation at this point and stayed at the tail end of the group. She wished they would either find the riddles quickly or just give up—it wasn’t as if there were any prize for getting all of them, anyway—and leave so that she could use the bathroom. She pushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes and zipped up her fleece jacket, the waning afternoon light bringing a chill to the breeze.
In reality, she didn’t need to go incredibly urgently. She knew that in all likelihood she would be able to leave the maze whenever they finished up and wait her turn for the bathroom without even a hint of desperation. The truth was, however, that ever since last year, when she learned the hard way that, even at her age, she could still lose bladder control and pee her pants, she had become increasingly cautious about using the bathroom when she got the chance. The memory of having an accident made even a milder urge give off higher danger signals to her brain. She tried to keep herself relaxed and think about something else, but the whole time she wondered if she should just suggest that they leave and try something else. She was afraid of being the first to suggest it, though—afraid of her friends teasing her for being a party pooper, or worse, for needing the bathroom.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when, after some of the pep had seemed to go out with the fading light, Tina spoke up, “Let’s just go, guys. I don’t want to spend the rest of the time in this dumb corn maze.” Shane wanted to stay, but Tina’s sentiment was seconded by the rest of the girls, so they made their way towards the exit, with Shane still trying to find any last hidden passage or cul-de-sac along the way. Thankfully, they had spent long enough in the maze to be able to find their way out without any trouble.
Once out, the friends were pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn’t as dark as it seemed in the corn maze, with all the high opaque walls of corn stalks on every side. They could still find some activities to do before the sun set and the rides would be closed. After dark, focus would shift to the various fairground competitions: carnival-type stalls and contests for quilts and pies and jams. Angelica wanted to be around for the pie contest to cheer for her mom.
For now, though, she turned to make her way to the port-a-potties and was glad when Lou and Jackie came as well. Now that she knew she would be able to relieve herself, the wisps of panic that had been trying to eat at the edge of her mind died down. Everything was fine. Of course everything was fine. She was with her friends, smiling again, chatting and laughing. They passed by the apple launching station and the hayride. There was nothing to worry about. It wouldn’t be at all like last time, the time at Lily’s—
Her face suddenly fell, replaced by an expression of dread. As she had glanced over the hayride, her eyes fell on the group of teenagers in the wagon, specifically on one girl with a red plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans, her blonde hair tied up into braided pigtails.
It was Lily.
A sense as of a nightmare coming true began creeping into the edges of Angelica’s psyche, and she had to consciously keep a feeling of panic at bay. Ever since the incident the previous year, she hadn’t been in touch with Lily in any way, shape, or form. When they first met, it seemed as though they would get along splendidly, but after that fateful afternoon…well, she had just been too embarrassed and felt too awkward to try to start over at a friendship. She hadn’t even seen Lily at all, and now, just when those memories were rebelling against her attempts to suppress them, here Lily was in person. The coincidence seemed freaky at best, and ominous at worst. In response, she felt her bladder tighten, and she quickly lifted up one leg and then the other to quiet the urge.
It would have been best for her to pretend she hadn’t even seen Lily at all and to just continue on her way. But before she thought of taking the nonchalant approach, Lily’s gaze fell on Angelica as well, reciprocating her stare. Angelica watched as Lily’s expression also transformed from cheery to shocked. She didn’t look quite as aghast as Angelica, but the look on her face nonetheless communicated clearly enough that the surprise was not a good one.
It was as if a private eternity passed between them in that moment of understanding. Each one knew, and knew that each other knew, that they had been trying to forget about the accidents the year before but now had those attempts shattered by the sight of one another again. Angelica now felt a new sense of extreme awkwardness rising up in her, realizing that now that they had clearly seen and recognized each other, the only polite thing to do would be to acknowledge it to one another. Nothing seemed like a worse idea to her, and she swallowed a fast-forming knot in her throat. What would they say to each other? “Hi, how’ve you been, keeping dry since last time?”
Her dilemma was mercifully cut short, however, by the fact that Lily was still in the hayride wagon, which was now departing with a belch of black smoke from the tractor pulling it. The two never broke eye contact, though, not until the tractor and cart rumbled bumpily around the bend and were obscured by the darkening woods.
Angelica snapped her attention back to her current surroundings and hurried to catch up with Lou and Jackie. They were almost at the port-a-potties now, but as they neared them, Angelica saw that the lines were now even longer than before. Scanning the row of toilets, the culprit seemed to be the unfortunate closure of two of them. The three girls joined the lines, and Lou began whining about how much she needed to go. Jackie laughed, but Angelica didn’t say anything. She was thinking about Lily and their first meeting, and trying to tell herself that she didn’t need to go as badly as she thought she did. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes. It was mind over matter. Focus on breathing, and the bladder urges would subside. That’s it. She could do this. A minute or two passed in line, which barely moved, but she was sure now that she had everything under control.
She opened her eyes again and gazed absentmindedly across the crowds of people still milling about. Floodlights had been turned on by now to light up the farm grounds. Despite the waning daylight, there were still large numbers of active people milling about and filling the area. Her eyes drifted back and forth, watching nobody in particular, until they landed on a familiar-looking head of auburn hair. She looked closer, and then her heart gave a little jump of excitement. It was Brian.
To her annoyance, her stomach immediately felt jittery all over. Why couldn’t she just be like a normal person and not make an idiot of herself whenever he was around? Along with her stomach, she felt a jittery feeling further down as well, and found she had to scissor her legs closed a few times before the sensation passed. She was just like a little kid, needing to pee out of excitement. Grow up already!
Still, she didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to Brian. She had spent the whole afternoon wishing he were there, and now he showed up when she was stuck in line. She groaned to herself and turned back to the line for the port-a-potty. There were at least ten people still in front of her, and not moving quickly. Looking the other way, she could see that only two people had joined the line behind her. She wondered if Lou would be able to hold her place in line while she quickly slipped away. Turning her head back toward the crowd, she tried to find Brian again. After a few terrible seconds of thinking she had lost him, she spotted him again, but this time further away. In a few seconds he would be lost in the crowd. It was now or never.
After a half second of deliberation, Angelica made her choice. She tore away from the line and jogged after Brian. In the distance behind her she could hear Jackie’s confused voice, “Hey, Ange, where are you going?” She shouted over her shoulder, “I’ll be back in a minute!” Trying to dodge in and out of the pedestrians as best she could, she kept her eyes locked on Brian and steadily closed the gap. Now twenty feet, now ten feet—then she called out, “Hey Brian!”
It took a second for Brian to realize that the voice was coming from behind him. He turned around with a bewildered expression, not knowing who was calling him, until his eyes met Angelica’s. Then his expression lit up and he flashed that winning smile of his. “Oh! Hey, Angelica!”
Angelica wished he would give her a hug hello, but she didn’t want to be the one to initiate. “You made it after all! You never said if you would or not.” She tried to control her breathing in order to not seem too out of breath. She didn’t want Brian to know how fast she had tried to catch up with him.
Brian gave a kind of sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah…sorry about that. I guess I meant to…”
“It’s okay! You’re here now, so that’s all that matters.” Then thinking that sounded way too forward, she added, “I mean, now we can all hang out.”
“Yeah. Yeah! Yeah, that’ll be fun. What have you all done so far?”
“Uh, some of the rides. We did the corn maze. Nothing that great, though.”
“Oh, you didn’t really like it? It must’ve been better last year. They had these riddles you had to find and solve, and it was super cool.”
Angelica reddened a little bit. “Oh, well, those were still there. Um, I just mean…” All the things popping into her brain were too stupid to say. Things like “nothing could be that great without you there” and “I’m sure it would have been so much better with you.” She eventually stammered out, “I, uh, I just didn’t want you to feel bad. Y’know, for missing it. I mean I don’t you to feel bad for missing out. Not, like, not like we were mad at you or anything for not being there.” Wow, Brian must think she’s a total airhead now.
“Oh, okay. Gotcha. No, uh, no worries.”
An awkward few seconds passed, each looking away and at the ground. Finally, they both spoke at the same time. “What do you want to—” “Oh, have you seen—”
They both laughed nervously and then Brian motioned with his hand for Angelica to speak first. She responded with “no, no, you first,” and then another nervous laugh. Brian gave that grin of his again, then started over, “I was going to ask if you’ve seen the lake yet.”
Angelica tilted her head. “No, what lake? There’s a lake here? I didn’t know that!”
Brian’s awkwardness seemed to transition into excitement. “That’s the thing, most people don’t! It’s not technically part of the farm grounds, but it’s owned by the farm, so I don’t think it’s trespassing or anything. It’s down a path in the woods, but it’s super pretty, especially ’cause usually no one’s there.” His eyes were twinkling.
Angelica felt a surge of butterflies well up inside her. “Could…could we go there now?”
Brian’s smile stretched across his face. “Sure! I’ll take you there.” He turned with a bounce in his step and began to slow jog towards the treeline. Angelica couldn’t believe it. She was getting to go to a romantic hidden lake alone with the cutest guy in her school. She had to actively keep from squealing.
As they hurried along, Brian looked back at her and said, “We’ll have to be quick, though. It’s getting dark fast.” So they couldn’t be there too long. Oh well, though, that was no big deal. Just the fact that he was taking her at all gave her a thrill. A second thrill layered on top of her first one when she then realized that since she found him, he hadn’t even asked about who else was there. Maybe it was selfish of her…but she wouldn’t waste any time or thought on that question.
They reached the edge of the woods, and Brian said in a hushed voice, “It’s right in here. Let’s go in quick before anyone sees us.” Before anyone saw them? Angelica’s smile faded as questions began popping into her head. Was this something they weren’t supposed to be doing? Could this land her in trouble with her parents—or worse, the law? She whispered back, “I thought you said this wasn’t trespassing!”
Brian hemmed and hawed a bit. “Well, I mean…like, it’s not, technically…but, I, I just…I don’t want someone to see us and think we’re doing something we shouldn’t. Even though we’re not, not technically. You know? Like, I don’t want them to make a rule saying that the lake is off limits. Also, if people saw us going there, then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?”
Angelica did not feel entirely satisfied by Brian’s answer, but a kind of eager excitement, that of getting away with something, began to counter her unease. Besides, they had gotten this far—and when else would she get an opportunity like this? Suppressing her better judgment, she decided to go for it. “Okay, let’s do it!”
Brian seemed to relax and said, “Follow me!” before disappearing down a path between the trees. Angelica dove in after him, but then stopped and turned around a few feet in to see if anyone had seen them.
They had distanced themselves from the main farm grounds, and the noise of the crowds had receded, replaced by the steady chirping of crickets and rustling of wind through trees. They were closer by the parking lot now, which, though filled with cars, was mostly empty of people and lit only by two floodlights on poles. Far off, she could hear the indistinct sound of a person talking through a bullhorn, followed by cheers; and she felt a pang of guilt go through her as she realized that the contests were starting and she wasn’t there to root for her mom.
She looked back into the woods. Brian had gone far enough now that she couldn’t even see him anymore, and she wondered if this was a good idea after all. Maybe she should just go back? She then remembered that she had told Jackie that she would only be gone a minute, and another pang of guilt went through her. She wondered if they were waiting for her still, or if they were worried about her, and then remembered that she still hadn’t gone to the bathroom.
Well, then. She really should just tell Brian she couldn’t go with him now and head back, use the bathroom, cheer for her mom, and enjoy the night. Maybe she and Brian could do other things together, like buy a funnel cake or go on the Ferris wheel. She chewed her lip in indecision as she thought about the problems with that idea, though. If they went back now, it would either be for Brian to join with the rest of her friends, or for them to still try to do things by themselves and risk one of her friends seeing them and making fun of them for being on a “date” together. Also, what would she say to Brian? “Sorry, I forgot I have to pee”?
She turned her head back toward the parking lot, hearing Brian’s voice from behind her as she did so, “Hey, Angelica, are you coming?” She paused, wanting to say yes but still wavering back and forth in her mind.
As she did, though, she noticed two figures in the parking lot. One was a woman probably her mom’s age, and the other was a girl, probably close to her own age, ostensibly the woman’s daughter. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could tell from body language that both were upset, and the girl seemed to be walking weirdly. This momentary distraction halted her mental balancing act and tuned out Brian’s question. The two were evidently preparing to go home, but Angelica kept watching, trying to figure out why the girl looked familiar. Then it clicked—she was the girl from the corn maze…the one who had to pee.
As it dawned on her, the two found their car, directly illuminated by the floodlight. The mother was clearly berating the girl, who seemed to be taking it in sullen silence. Before Angelica could even wonder what the mother was upset over, though, the girl turned around to open the car door.
Angelica gave a slow intake of breath. Across the girl’s butt and down her legs, fully visible in the bright beam from the (aptly named) floodlight, was a massive wet spot. Nothing had been very visible from the front, but now that she had turned around, there was no denying it. The wet stain made the gray of her sweatpants a distinctly darker gray, and it spread from under both butt cheeks and up a little between them all down the backs and insides of both legs. It was very clear. She had had an accident.
Angelica thought of her behavior in the corn maze and wondered. Had she been on the verge of losing control then? Or had she thought she would be fine, only to face a line for the bathrooms that outlasted her sphincter’s endurance? Had she expected to make it, or did she know she was going to wet her pants even before it happened? A shudder of dread went through Angelica’s stomach as she felt her own bladder tense up in response. Would she be in the same boat? Thinking she could make it, only to lose control and pee herself in front of everyone? She thought again of the time the year before, when she had thought she would make it, only to…
There was nothing for it. The only thing to do would be to dispel it from her mind, and the only way to do that…
“Yeah, sorry! I’m coming.” She called after Brian.
~*~*~*~*~
The hayride wagon bumped and jostled along its route, making yet another circuit on the rough dirt road through the woods. The driver of the tractor was Pete Collins, or “Uncle Pete,” a gray-haired, balding, rotund man wearing a woolen shirt and overalls. In the wagon itself were six teenage girls, one of whom was Lily. A couple of them were sitting in the hay, but the rest preferred to stand near the front of the wagon bed.
Lily, like these other five girls, had volunteered two weeks ago to work on the hayride. There would be a lot of parents with very young children, but also a number of kids unaccompanied by anyone. After enough instances of prepubescent boys starting hay fights or trying to jump off the wagon, in order to avoid legal liability, the farm had slots for adolescent girls to be “hayride babysitters,” in essence. Their job would be to stay on the ride throughout the afternoon and make sure that passengers were safe and not misbehaving.
The hayride’s circuit began near the entrance to the farms, then cut through the woods to the other end of the farm grounds. Here passengers could join or leave before the hayride cut back through the woods, this time taking a different route. In this way, the hayride acted as both an activity and also a shuttle bus. It had begun running at 12:30, and taken a half-hour break at 3:30. Now, at almost 6:30, with the sun almost gone behind the trees, it was making its final trip. The depot at the entrance to the park had closed down, and this trip was to get any passengers waiting at the end of the farm grounds before coming back.
The girls in the back were mostly quiet. It had been a long day, and they were about ready to be done and just relax. Thankfully, most of the kids who had ridden had been pretty good, except for one time when a group of three boys kept trying to reach as far as they could out of the wagon to snap off branches. After admonishments by the girls on duty failed to deter them, Uncle Pete stopped and turned around to tell them to behave in a short but effective miniature lecture. His wizened nature and no-nonsense country tone had the desired effect, and the rest of the ride resumed in peace.
Lily stood leaning in the corner at the front of the wagon. She was tired, just like the rest of the girls, but she was also uneasy. She was surprised to see Angelica also here at the farm, and hoped they wouldn’t bump into each other again while here. Seeing Angelica again brought back the unpleasant memories from the year before, when they had first met, and then both ended up wetting themselves. Even though she was prone to having accidents, having a sympathetic spastic bladder, it still was embarrassing to have it happen—especially when you were with someone you just met. And the fact that Angelica had also peed herself…well, that was probably super embarrassing for her, too. If they crossed paths again, it would just bring that memory back up for both of them, and it would be awkward on both sides. She crossed her arms and tried to keep warm, as the air grew noticeably colder.
Of course, now that she had seen Angelica, those memories came back anyway. Angelica had waited too long to go and ended up peeing in her clothes. Seeing Angelica desperate for a toilet and then wet her pants produced a sympathetic reaction in Lily—against her will, her bladder also gave way and emptied. And remembering what happened was now creating the same effect again. She crisscrossed her legs as she felt the sensation of needing a toilet. Neither she nor any of the other girls had used the bathroom since the break at mid-afternoon, but they also hadn’t had much to drink, so everyone seemed to be fine. Lily glanced around at the five other girls to see if any of them looked like they needed to pee too and brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. In the dim light, she couldn’t see any signs of it, and she rubbed her arms together to keep warm, her thighs also rubbing together. She wondered if she would be able to get off at the far end of the farm to use the port-a-potties there.
Her attention was suddenly snapped to her left as Cassandra, one of the girls sitting in the hay, asked, “Hey, Lily, are you okay? You’re moving weird.”
Lily blushed slightly as she realized that she had been swaying slowly back and forth as she rubbed her legs together. She gave a little nervous laugh and replied, “Haha, yeah, I’m fine. Just kinda cold.”
Cassandra snickered and said, “Heh, okay. You just look like you need to go pee or something.”
Lily was glad the light was low, since she was sure she reddened further at that remark. “Hah, no. I’m fine. I mean, I could use the toilet, but I can wait.”
Cassandra just laughed and stared off into the woods again. Lily on the other hand now felt her urge increase, and had to fight the urge to fidget even more. She hoped they would get to the halfway point soon.
~*~*~*~*~
Brian and Angelica continued picking their way along the forest path. It was now too dark to see where they were going, and so both of them had their phone flashlights on to light the way. Even with those, the shadows produced were deceptive, and it was easy to either misjudge a tree root and stumble or jump at a moving shadow that looked like a small animal darting nearby. The going was quiet, with Brian walking in front of Angelica, and only occasionally offering a “you all right?” or “it’s this way” to her. It was probably just because he was focused, but Angelica wished they could be talking about anything at all, but didn’t want to have to be the one to try to start or maintain a conversation.
Unfortunately, the silence left her with no distraction from thinking about needing the bathroom. Her bladder kept filling up from all the cider she’d had, and now that the initial excitement of going to a hidden lake with Brian had passed, she was left alone with a slow trudge and the jostling of her bladder with every step. When she was in line, she had definitely felt the need to go, but now it was starting to become painful. They had better get to the lake soon and then head back. She inwardly berated herself for agreeing to go along with this. At this rate, no matter how romantic this escapade, she would constantly be focusing on holding her pee.
She kept her gaze locked on the ground to watch her step. It would be too embarrassing to have to cut things short by letting Brian know about her dilemma. She felt an internal conflict wage in her head: on the one hand, the longer she waited, the worse she would have to go; but on the other hand, the closer they would be to being back anyway. Maybe the lake would be too dark to enjoy anyway and they would simply turn around and come back. She just hoped it would be soon.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily gave out a sigh of relief when the far end of the property came in view. The farm would be closing in a few hours, and the further areas were already being shut down, with patrons herded back to the near end of the grounds. The tractor growled and rattled to a stop by the fence where passengers would get into the wagon. Other than two preteen boys who were laughing and fighting with water pistols, there didn’t seem to be anyone else.
Uncle Pete half-turned his round body towards the back and called out, “Get on in, boys. This end’s closing. Everybody’s got to come back to the entrance.” The boys didn’t acknowledge him but climbed into the wagon.
Lily looked around and saw that everything at this end of the farm grounds was dark and deserted. She knew that Uncle Pete would just start driving straight back without waiting, so she had to ask him now. Her voice sounded small to her as she hesitatingly asked, “Um, Uncle Pete? Can we stop here so I can go use the bathroom?” She hoped no one else would hear.
Uncle Pete turned to her and replied gently, “I’m sorry, Lily, but it’s too dark out here now. I can’t let you do that. You’ll just have to wait till we get back, all right, darlin’?”
Lily wanted to protest, but she knew that he would be firm, and besides, the more of a fuss she made, the more attention she would call to herself. She clenched tightly and tapped one foot to shake off the urge before answering as bravely as she could, “Okay, that’s fine.”
Uncle Pete faced forward again and started up the tractor with a lurch. All the girls who were standing briefly stumbled before getting their balance again. Lily went back to leaning in the corner, but found she couldn’t stand still and had to keep rubbing her legs together. The cold combined with nerves, as she was unable to relax, and made her rub her arms more vigorously and her teeth start chattering.
Sam, another of the girls, seemed to have gradually noticed Lily’s predicament. She leaned closer to Lily with a smirk and said, “Gotta pee, Lils?”
Lily tried to look nonchalant, but she couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering as she answered, “No, why?”
Sam chuckled. “Don’t try to act like you don’t. I heard you ask Uncle Pete if you could use the toilets.” She looked back at Lily. “I mean, I get it. Once we get back, I’m sure there’s gonna be a line for the port-a-potties.”
Lily’s face fell as she heard this. She hadn’t even thought about the lines. Her bladder felt prickly and quivery, and as she thought about having to stand in line, she had to suddenly suck in a gasp through her teeth and bend over for a few seconds.
Sam laughed. “Wow. You’ve really gotta go bad, huh?”
Lily held back. Admitting you need the bathroom badly is like admitting you’re ticklish. It only exacerbates any teasing you were theretofore receiving. She whined back, “No! Shut up!”
At this point, the other girls in the wagon were starting to notice this back-and-forth. Sam kept needling Lily. “I guess you’ll just have to hold it. Unless you don’t think you can wait that long?” She laughed again.
A sense of panic began swirling inside Lily. It was bad enough with her own thoughts, but now with Sam teasing her about needing to pee, she didn’t know if she could hold on.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica guessed they had been walking for close to twenty minutes at this point, and her enthusiasm had all but entirely dissipated. She was tired and hungry, and her bladder was hurting more now. She decided to speak up. “Hey, Brian, are we almost there? This is farther than I thought it would be.”
Brian stopped and turned. The look on his face was not comforting to Angelica. His brow was furrowed with a blend of worry and concentration. “Well, we should have been there a while ago. I don’t know why it’s taking us so long this time.”
Angelica just stared at him for several seconds before realization dawned on her. She swallowed and then asked the question she was afraid to ask, her voice shaky: “Brian…are we lost?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he just sighed and looked back at her with a face of defeat. That was answer enough. A spike of panic made Angelica suddenly have to grab her crotch before she regained her poise. She quickly turned her phone’s screen back on and turned off the flashlight. Maybe she could call her mom and let her know what had happened. It didn’t matter how much her mom blew up on her at this point. She found her mom in her contacts and pressed dial. The phone stayed silent for about ten seconds before beeping to notify her that the call had ended. Frustrated, she looked at the screen and saw that she had no reception.
Angelica almost started to cry. Here she was, lost out alone in the woods in the dark, with a boy that—as she now thought about it—she barely knew, and with no way of contacting her mom. For all she knew, her mom could be desperately trying to call her right now and be worried sick. And to top it all off, she really, really had to pee. She half-turned away and took a few deep breaths to maintain her composure. Facing Brian again, she said in as stern a voice as she could muster, “My phone doesn’t have any signal. Does yours? After all, you got us into this.”
Brian wordlessly looked down to check his phone also, his face full of guilt. For a split second Angelica regretted sounding so harsh, but then a new wave of anger washed over her. This was his fault, after all. It was his idea, and he should have known better than to go when it was so dark out if he didn’t know the way well enough.
The truth was that it was her fear that was manifesting itself as anger. And she was afraid. She was afraid of a whole host of unknowns. She didn’t know where they were. She didn’t know if her mom was trying to find her. She didn’t know if her friends were looking for her. She choked back a sob and thought that she also didn’t know if she could even trust Brian, much as she liked him. And of course, she didn’t know if she could make it to a toilet in time before humiliating herself—possibly in front of Brian. She couldn’t let that happen. So it was either yell or cry. Or…something else. As she thought that, she scissored her legs back and forth and bobbed up and down for a few seconds. She had to pee so badly.
Still looking at his phone, Brian answered, “I’ve got nothing, either.” He looked back up, his voice low. “Let’s just try to find our way back. We’ve gotta get out of the woods at some point if we just go back the direction we came. Maybe we can figure out where we are once we’re out. Or maybe we’ll get phone reception.”
Angelica could only give a nod in response, but couldn’t stand still. She was still fidgeting visibly and began chewing her lip. Brian watched for a few moments before asking gently, “Hey, you okay?” He reached out his hand and touched her shoulder softly.
Angelica pulled sharply away from his touch and faced away from him. She didn’t want him to see her cry. This was supposed to be a fun and exciting time for her to be alone with him, and now everything—everything—was going wrong. She scrunched up her face and wrapped her arms around herself as tears began to trickle down her face. The whole time, she still had to clench her legs tightly together and bounce up and down. She felt incredibly vulnerable, but also understood that the only way she would get out of this would be to trust Brian. Maybe he was scared too. She lifted her chin, sniffled, and said in as steady a voice as she could, “No. I’m not okay. I—” and tried to keep her voice still as more tears overflowed— “I really, really have to go to the bathroom.”
Brian gave a quiet “oh” and then was quiet. Angelica wiped her tears away and then grabbed her crotch with one hand. Now that she finally admitted it, she didn’t have to try to hide it anymore. She turned around again, holding herself and bobbing. Brian just watched this and didn’t seem to know how to react. Finally, he said, “Uh, wow. I’m sorry. Let’s, uh, let’s get going, then.” He turned his phone’s light back on and turned back the way they came. Angelica followed with her phone’s flashlight, intermittently squeezing her crotch. Now that she at least admitted it, she did feel some slight relief. But they would still have to find a bathroom, and fast.
~*~*~*~*~
“Gotta go real bad, Lils? I’ll bet all this jostling of the wagon is just making it harder, huh?”
Lily had turned away from the other girls and was now trying to tune them out and focus on holding it. “Shut up, Sam! It’s not funny!” She was surprised at herself, having been raised not to be so rude.
“Just think about something else. Like Niagara Falls. Or a huge glass of cold, clear water.” Sam couldn’t finish her sentence without laughing again. Most of the other girls were also laughing along, probably not knowing what effect their teasing was having. For poor Lily, on the other hand, all these jabs about having to pee were actually making her need feel more intense as a sympathetic reaction. She leaned over, drawing one leg up against the other like a stork, then crossed it over the other like a human pretzel. Her bladder kept tensing up to the point where she felt sure it would pop, before relaxing again. If only they would just get tired of teasing her and stop. Maybe then she could make it all the way back and wait in line without losing control. Maybe.
She bit on her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, tensing every muscle in her body. Holding onto the rail of the wagon, she bent her legs into a crouch, then stood back up. With her other hand, she vigorously rubbed her thigh. Her teeth kept chattering.
The laughter from the other girls died down a little bit, and Lily hoped for a moment that they would actually leave her alone now. But Sam wasn’t done. “Just think about how good it would feel to just let go, though. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just let go, Lily.”
Lily gritted her teeth. “No! Cut it out!” she snapped over her shoulder.
Sam had a smirk on her face. “Come on, Lily. Just do it.” She lowered her voice. “Just pee. Pee in your pants. Wouldn’t that be nice and warm?”
Lily felt her mental stamina drying up. No! She couldn’t let Sam make her pee herself just by telling her to! She had to hold on! She switched hands on the rail of the wagon and buried her free hand deep in her crotch, holding on for all she was worth. If she could only hold on…if she could only hold on…
She bobbed up and down again, squeezing with her hand…
If she could only hold on…but she couldn’t hold on…
A groan escaped Lily’s lips as she felt her sphincter give way and a rush of hot, gushing urine spurt out into her pants. Her private parts immediately grew warm, and she felt the wetness and warmth spread to her hand a moment later. She gasped and let go of the rail to use both hands to hold back the impending flood. Incredibly, she actually succeeded in holding it back. Several spikes of pressure and pain followed the initial leak, threatening to open the valves again, but she was able to will them down, her bladder’s tensing coming under control. Given her condition, under any other circumstances, Lily would be proud of herself.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t in other circumstances, and Sam instantly realized what happened. “Oh my gosh, Lily, did you just pee? Seriously? Oh my gosh, that is so crazy. Are you really about to pee your pants, Lily? I can’t believe you just peed!” She put one hand over her mouth, both in surprise and to muffle her laughter. The other girls, who hadn’t been as aggressive in their teasing as Sam, now burst out laughing as well. Even the two boys in the back with them, though several years younger than Lily herself, also began to take notice, pointing and guffawing.
Cassandra quieted her snickering and joined in, “Lily, let us see. Did you really pee?”
Lily still had her head down, trying to keep from losing any more control. She removed one hand from her crotch to take hold of the rail again, but didn’t want to risk moving the other. Her underwear was already beginning to feel cold and clammy against her skin. She didn’t say anything, knowing that she was probably very red, and if Sam decided to keep pressing, she might actually succeed in making Lily totally flood her pants. She just had to hold on. Lifting her head, she took in the dark woods around. They were probably about halfway back.
~*~*~*~*~
They had been walking for maybe ten minutes, still in silence. The steadiness and monotony of walking through featureless woods helped Angelica feel like she was in control of her bladder again. She had let go of her crotch and was walking briskly. Soon, hopefully, they would be out of the woods, and then she would go pee. It would be close, but she could make it.
Brian gave a sudden cry and pointed. Angelica looked up from her fixed focus on the path to look. At last—there was a patch of faint twilight through the trees! They were almost out of the forest!
Angelica breathed out “at last!” and rushed forward past Brian. She reached the edge of the trees and looked out, hoping to see the farm grounds. Instead, she saw a wide field with a farmhouse at the far end of it. She scanned the edges of the field, looking for anything helpful or familiar. After not finding anything, she pulled out her phone again and checked it. Still no reception.
Brian came up beside her. Angelica turned to him, as if expecting him to know what to do now. “Have you seen this place before?” she asked. Brian’s eyes roved over the property before he finally shook his head. Angelica sighed. “Great. Now what?” Her bladder was hurting more now that they were out of the woods, and she began to bob slightly.
Brian looked at his phone also. “I still don’t have reception. Well, maybe if we start walking towards that house, we’ll find a road or something. Or maybe someone’s there and can tell us where we are. This might be part of the farm’s property, actually.”
Angelica stared at the farmhouse. All the lights were out, so she had assumed it was empty. But what if there were people inside, and they were just watching TV? Or went to be early? If there were people in the house, maybe they could help them find their way back. Or maybe…they could let her use the bathroom.
Once the thought entered her head, there was no setting it aside. With a sudden rush of desperation, Angelica took off running towards the house. She heard Brian after her call out, “Angelica, wait! What are you doing?” before following after her.
She hoped beyond hope that someone would be there. Relief—or potential relief, at least—promised to be close! Her whole abdomen ached from the pent-up deluge that she had been holding for so long. Her crotch began to tingle as needles shot through her bladder, bringing wave after wave of tensing, desperate pain. She could feel her urine come up the very tip of her sphincter, ready to rush free. Her bladder tightened, ready to be relieved.
No! Not yet! She had to hold on…she had to hold on. Her left hand went back into her groin, making her run slower. But she had to get there! She had to. Her thoughts were tumbling as quickly as her breathing. I can make it I’ve got to make it Please oh please let me make it I can’t lose control I can’t pee my pants Please please not in front of Brian I can hold it I can hold it I can’t hold it Yes I can No I can’t I’ve got to I’ve got to It hurts so much
Her breath was making plumes of mist that billowed past her head, and her eyes began to water and her throat began to feel sticky from dryness. Her heart was beating in her ears and her breathing was ragged, but she couldn’t stop now. She knew that if she did, it would be all over.
Almost there! The farmhouse was only thirty feet away now…now twenty…now ten, and she was bounding up the creaky wooden steps to the porch. She had hoped to see some sign of life through the windows—maybe the light from a TV, or phone, even a candle would have been a welcome sight. But as she had gotten closer, the house appeared more and more deserted. The paint on the porch was peeling, the canvas bench next to the door looked covered in dust, and the pot of dirt had no signs of any plant life. It could’ve been a postapocalyptic scene, for how abandoned and desolate it looked.
Angelica rushed up to the door and banged on it desperately with her free hand, her other one still acting as a dam against the floodwaters. She tried banging with her fist, and then her palm, trying to make as much noise as possible. The whole time, she had to keep bobbing and bouncing up and down to keep from losing control. In a fit of wild desperation, she even grabbed the door handle and wrenched and shook it, trying to let herself in.
She looked back over her shoulder. Brian was still catching up to her, not running like she had. She couldn’t let him see her like this—she had to pee! She had to get relief! Her bladder felt like an overinflated balloon inside her, ready to pop. She couldn’t remember ever having to pee this badly before, even on times when she had wet herself. An ocean of hot urine was pent up inside her, sending wave after wave of intense, shooting pain through her abdomen, and making all her muscles tense up all the way down into her thighs. Her hand kept trying to squeeze harder, to grip tighter—any way possible to win the fight that her sphincter was losing. She crossed her legs one way, then the other, while stinging, searing waves of desperation racked her bladder.
She kept rattling the door handle and banging on the door. This was her last and only hope. As a crescendo of desperate pain mounted, higher than before, she grabbed her crotch with her free hand as well and just shouted, trying to get someone’s attention. Someone, anyone!
She could hear Brian coming closer, calling after her. She went back to banging on the door, but she knew that no one would come before Brian arrived and saw her in such a humiliating display of needing a toilet. And that would be if someone came. But any hope inside her had its support swept out from under it by the dark despair of understanding, and she felt herself giving up.
Her bladder quivered, then tensed one final time, and then it was over. A hot jet of urine shot out into her underwear, instantly warming her crotch and spreading out under her hand. The spurt only lasted about two seconds, but now that her urine had tasted freedom, it wanted more. The leak was immediately followed by another, and then another. Angelica’s legs were shaking as she felt herself losing control, and her hand was now warm and wet. She kept banging on the door, not knowing what else to do. But then she gasped as her bladder finally had its way. After so long of waiting and holding back, she finally lost the battle.
She bent over, using her free hand to support herself against the door, as she lost all control and wet her pants. She could feel the wetness spread out around her hand in the front and across her butt in the back before venturing down her bent legs. As her pee reached the midpoint of her thighs, it broke off in streams that trickled and sprayed her calves and spattered on the porch. A stream also arced out directly from her crotch between her fingers, showering and splattering the porch and making a puddle grow around her feet.
Brian was almost at the porch. It was possible he couldn’t see she was wetting herself in the low light. In a last-ditch effort to retain her dignity, Angelica grabbed herself with both hands and clenched as hard as she could to try to cut off the flow. It tapered a little bit, but that was all. She tried again and succeeded, but then it came back in bursts. Only after a third attempt, squeezing with every muscle she had, was she able to stop peeing. During this time, her urine had shot out through her fingers and sprinkled all over the front door and even gotten the ends of her sleeves wet. Incredulous that she had actually succeeded in regaining control, she stood there, shaking, for a moment before realizing that Brian was now at the porch, and she didn’t want him to see her holding herself like a little girl with peed pants. With no good options, she quickly hobbled over to the canvas bench and sat on it, leaning forwards, trying to keep from losing any more liquid. Her pants and underwear were already beginning to feel cold.
Brian stepped up and stopped. Angelica could barely see his silhouette now against the starlit sky. He seemed confused at first, then called out tentatively, “Angelica?” He evidently couldn’t see her in the dark.
Angelica didn’t want to answer, but against her will, a high-pitched groan came out. She could see Brian turn his head toward her and take a step. “There you are. Are you okay?” But then a splip as she heard him step in her puddle and stop.
Angelica was shaking uncontrollably and her teeth chattering mercilessly now—from the cold, from adrenaline, from embarrassment, and from horrible fear that Brian was about to realize what she had done. As she shivered violently, more terrified than she could remember being, her control again gave way.
She let out a whimper as her panties rewarmed with urine. Since she was now sitting, she could feel the warmth travel down to her butt before pooling under her against the canvas. Now that the channels were open again, her willpower gave way entirely and her bladder tensed, turning her stream into a powerful hissing jet. She nearly passed out from how strongly she was peeing, combined with the blissful relief of the pain melting away in her abdomen. She was sure Brian would be able to hear the sharp hiss of her urination, but then the canvas fully saturated and began to dribble her pee onto the porch from underneath her bottom. As more and more pee pumped out of her, the dribble turned into a loud, splattering waterfall of humiliation and poor choices. She covered her face with her hands as the cacophony of splashing and spattering resounded clearly for Brian to hear. Her pee finally dribbled to a stop, but then she felt her bladder once more contract, and urine once again jetted out, spraying the inside of her underwear, and then pooling all around her butt before draining out to puddle loudly on the porch. Some even traveled up to the edge of the canvas before spilling over, soaking her calves and socks. She sat there, in defeat and embarrassment, until the flow finally ended, leaving only the dripping of the canvas. She was trembling with humiliation, and her jaw kept shaking as her wet pants now felt very cold and clammy against her skin. All in all, she had peed for probably over a minute.
She could hear Brian step in front of her, and then the rustling of cloth. “Here.” He said, and then Angelica could feel him putting his jacket over her shoulders.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was still facing away from the rest of the wagon, hand in her groin. The girls were still laughing and goading her, trying to see the damage from her momentary loss of control. Lily, on the other hand, was trying very hard not to lose any more.
Sam wouldn’t quit. “Come on, Lils, it’s funny. Just show us!” Lily’s hand and private parts were feeling cold now from the wetness, and she couldn’t let that make her pee any more. She rubbed her legs together and bent down and up again and said, “Stop it, Sam! It’s not funny.”
“I’d show everyone if it happened to me. It’s freaking hilarious.”
“No it’s not. Stop trying to get me to show you. I’m not going to.”
Sam gave a sigh of annoyance. Then she started again, “Wait a second. Do you still really have to go?”
“Shut up, Sam!”
“Oh my gosh, you do! You’re actually about to pee your pants!”
“I am not!”
Sam began a mocking chant. “Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants! Lily’s gonna pee her pants!”
Lily had to double over and raise up one leg to stay in control. Her urine felt cheered on by Sam and wanted liberation. But at that moment, possibly because of how loud the girls were getting, Uncle Pete seemed to realize what was happening and called back, “Sam, you and the girls quit teasing her, right now. Got it?”
The girls were respectful enough to recognize when they were being justly scolded and broke off teasing, mumbling apologies. Lily was grateful for this seemingly divine intervention, though she still had to stay bent over to remain in control. But maybe now that the girls had laid off, she would be able to make it.
Unfortunately for her, though, even though the girls felt Uncle Pete’s authority enough to obey him, the same could not be said for the two boys. They had joined in laughing with the rest of the girls at Lily’s plight, and now, in the quiet, they acted. Lily was doubled over, facing out of the wagon, meaning her rear was jutting out for all to see. For the boys, at their stage of puberty, a girl’s butt occupied the most fascinating intersection of what is funny or gross with what is hot, and it was like an electromagnet for their attention. They were still snickering and pointing, and then one had an idea and whispered it to the other.
Poor Lily’s rear end made the perfect target for two streams of cold water from the boys’ water guns. She gave a loud gasp as they hit, giving a sudden frigid shock to her backside. She unbent violently, grabbing her butt with both hands. Whether the boys meant it or not, the shock of cold combined with the break in her concentration to form a perfect storm of pee desperation.
Lily gasped again as she realized that she was now peeing full force into her pants. As she continued to try to hold herself from behind, it only had the effect of forcing all her pee forward, making a wide wet stain spread out hungrily from her crotch, expanding the existing borders of her wet spot all across the front of her pants. She stood there, twitching and gasping, as the warm wetness made its way down her thighs. She still had one hand in her crotch between her butt cheeks, and now used the other one to try to hold herself from the front. It was to no avail. Hot pee continued to force itself through her fingers, now spreading out under her butt and down the backs of her thighs. By now, the boys and the girls saw clearly what was happening, and despite Uncle Pete’s warning, burst out in laughter again, with some of the girls also giving moans of disgust as they saw how badly Lily was wetting herself.
The flow ebbed somewhat, but then the embarrassment at her predicament washed over her and made her bladder once more tense up. She groaned and bent forward suddenly, the hand in her backside now moving to the rail of the wagon for stability. More laughter and a fresh grossed-out moan emanated from the girls as a new jet of pee sprayed into her underwear, causing a stream to arc out directly from her protruding rear and spray out over the hay. Cassandra and Sam even had to take a step back to keep from getting wet. As the wagon continued bouncing over the uneven ground, her butt jostled back and forth, hosing down the hayride with its pee stream like a lawn sprinkler.
The flow of urine finally died down to its last few trickles, spurting weakly into her sodden panties. Lily put a hand over her mouth in shock and sank down to sit on the hay, feeling the pee squish over her bottom as she did so. The wagon rumbled to a stop. They had arrived.
~Aftermath~
After Angelica was able to collect herself, Brian convinced her to come with him to try to find the main road. She winced as she stood up and her pee poured down her legs and into her shoes. It was slow going at first, because of how uncomfortably wet and squishy her jeans and especially her socks and shoes were, and she shivered with cold and had to hug Brian’s jacket tighter around her, while trying not to get it wet at all. She was still mortified at what had happened and just wanted to be alone.
When walking around to the side of the farmhouse, they found a dirt road that led out into the trees again. Following this, they found that very shortly after it entered the woods and turned to the right, it reached the main highway. Angelica nearly shed tears of relief that they were no longer lost. Brian pulled out his phone again, found that he now had a bar of signal, and looked up where they were relative to the farm. As it turned out, it was only about a quarter-mile walk, and there was enough light from the moon to help them find their way.
Angelica kept silent, feeling embarrassed and also angry at herself for the unwise decisions that led to her wetting herself. She was somewhat surprised to find that she didn’t really feel angry at Brian, even though he was the one who had gotten them lost. At one point during their walk, with their breath showing up clearly in white puffs of moonlight in the frigid air, she could see that Brian was also shivering without his jacket. A sense of pity softened her embarrassment and anger as she realized that during the whole ordeal, he too had very likely been scared—scared and guilty. At this point, he also probably felt awkward about her peeing her pants. He could have been a major jerk about it, but instead, he was acting as much like a gentleman as he could. Angelica smiled sadly on one side of her face as she thought about how under other circumstances, things might have worked out between them.
Once they reached the farm again, Angelica knew they would have to break the ice. Standing in the field of cars, she quietly removed Brian’s jacket and held it out to him. “Thanks.” She said.
Brian slowly took it from her. “You’re sure you don’t need it?”
“I think I’m just going to stay by our car until my mom comes back.”
“Oh.” A pause. Then, “I could stay with you, if you like.”
A lump formed in Angelica’s throat. Brian was acting so sweetly towards her. If only it didn’t make things worse right now. She swallowed, then said, “No, I…I think I’d just like to be by myself right now.” She tried to sound surer than she felt.
“Okay.” Brian sounded abashed. He looked down and shuffled one foot in the gravelly dirt before speaking up again, “Look, Angelica…um…I’m really sorry about what…what happened. I, I didn’t think things would go the way they did.” When she didn’t respond, he added, “Other than everything that went wrong, I really did enjoy the time with you.”
Angelica gave a sad laugh that could just as easily have been a sob. Still looking at the ground, she finally gave back a flat “Thanks.” Then she worked up the courage to look Brian in the eyes, the first time she had since she peed herself, and said, “I did too.”
Brian looked back into her eyes and didn’t answer. For a fleeting second, a rush of excitement surged up through her as she thought he was about to kiss her. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, “Um, so, I guess I’ll see you around?”
Angelica gave another crestfallen chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, see you around.”
Brian gave a kind of grimly awkward closed-mouthed smile and a half-hearted wave. Angelica reciprocated the wave as he turned and walked away. Once alone, she sighed, then remembered that she still didn’t know if anyone had been trying to reach her, and pulled out her phone. It had reception again, but thankfully there was only one text, from Jackie, which simply read, “yo girl where u at?” Angelica didn’t really want to answer, and she didn’t want to tell her mom what happened just yet, still feeling too sheepish. She decided to wait a little while longer, maybe until her mom was ready to leave. They had planned to leave at eight, and it was now nearly seven forty-five.
Angelica waited, leaning against the back door of their hatchback. She had to hug herself tightly to keep warm, and the cold was also making her bladder sensitive as it steadily refilled. She shuffled her feet and debated just calling her mom and asking to leave now.
As the occasional person or group of people entered the parking area to head home, Angelica always delicately repositioned herself to make sure they couldn’t see her. She didn’t want anyone else, even a stranger, to see that she had had an accident. Hearing a new group of people walking up, she began to do the same, until she peeked around the car and saw who they were. It was Mrs. Wells and Lily. Mrs. Wells was talking softly, and Lily wasn’t saying anything in return. As they came out from between the cars, they stopped, and Angelica could see that Lily also had wet her pants, almost as badly as she herself had, from the looks of it. Mrs. Wells said something to Lily, with her hand on her shoulder, then walked away. Lily sat down on the rear fender of her car and shivered, sighing out clouds of mist.
Seeing Lily before, when the fear of an accident was still present, had seemed like a nightmare, or like a threat. But now that they both had apparently peed themselves, Lily’s presence seemed almost like a kind of grace. Angelica didn’t know if it was just a form of misery loving company, but it seemed to have the same kind of sensation as that of being afraid of a ghost but then realizing that you really do wish you could see your dead grandma again. Now that the worst had passed, it was better to be able to share it.
She watched as Lily continued to shiver and then wiped her eyes and nose. Was she crying? Angelica hadn’t been able to tell, but it looked like it. It surprised her. Wasn’t Lily more used to peeing her pants, due to her sympathetic spastic bladder? Angelica hadn’t cried when she wet herself in front of Brian, and that seemed like the worst kind of way to have an accident. Could it be that Lily felt the same embarrassment afresh every time she lost bladder control? Could it be that it was actually made worse by the fact that she knew it wasn’t a fluke or a freak accident, but rather an ongoing condition?
Could it be that she just needed a friend who knew what it felt like?
Even though her refilling bladder was starting to become uncomfortable, Angelica slipped out from behind her car and walked over to Lily. Lily was looking the other direction and didn’t notice Angelica until she sat down next to her on the Wellses’ car fender. She turned around sharply, startled, then looked with a shocked expression at Angelica. She quickly wiped a hand across her eyes and nose before her gaze shifted down to Angelica’s pants. Her eyes grew wider, then she raised her head back up to face Angelica again.
“Hey, Lily.” Angelica’s voice was quiet. Lily didn’t say anything, so Angelica tried again. “How’ve you been?”
Lily looked down at Angelica’s pants again. At last she spoke, in voice barely above a whisper, “You—you peed your pants too.”
Angelica gave a little laugh and also looked down. “Yep. I guess we both did, huh.”
Lily’s face scrunched up slightly, as though she were about to cry. Instead, she just blew a frustrated sigh out of her mouth, forming a billowing puff of white condensation.
Angelica put her arm around Lily. “Hey, it’s okay. It could happen to anyone, right? It happened to me when we first met, didn’t it? It’s no big deal.” She wasn’t sure if she actually meant what she said or not, considering how awful her embarrassment had felt. But it was easier to be strong about it when it was for someone else, and in a strange way, her words also began to feel truer to her own self.
Lily looked at the ground. “After last year, I—I didn’t think you’d ever want to talk to me again.” She looked up at Angelica. “That happens to me. A lot. People—people act all weird around me after they see…this.” She looked down at her wet pants.
Angelica shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Her bladder was refilling quicker than it had before, probably from being worn out and overly stretched earlier. She tried to think of how to respond without sounding either insensitive or trite. Eventually she decided to just be honest. “Well, I think I probably felt the same way. I didn’t want to have to try again at friendship because I knew all we’d be thinking about was when we both had…an accident.” She stumbled slightly on the end of her sentence, since as she said it, she felt her sphincter relaxing and pee about to come out, and she had to actively clench to hold it back. “But…maybe this is a way for us to try again, now.” She faced Lily with a smile on one side of her face.
Lily looked back at Angelica and gave a tentative smile in return. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Angelica wondered if anyone had ever actively wanted to be her friend before. She gave Lily a squeeze with the arm around her shoulder and herself a squeeze with her thighs. She would have to go and find a toilet after all—her need was just getting worse and worse. She looked around at the parked cars and asked, “Where’s your mom?”
Lily stood and turned back in the direction that her mom had gone and pointed. “She went to get some paper towels to cover my seat with.” Angelica also stood, her bladder suddenly contracting and sending pain through her abdomen down into her legs. She had to quickly lean over and grab herself with her hands before she could regain control. Once she did, she immediately stood up straight and stopped holding herself, not wanting Lily to see. In the distance, in the direction Lily had pointed, she could see Mrs. Wells walking up with a roll of paper towels in her left hand.
Lily noticed Angelica’s fidgeting out of the corner of her eye and looked back at her with a face of concern. “Do—do you have to pee again?”
Despite the fact that they had both already peed themselves, Angelica blushed. “Uh, yeah. I, uh, I think I’d better go…find a bathroom.” She had to put her hand in her crotch again. “I’d also rather not be seen by your mom like this.” She started bouncing up and down. Her desperation was coming back so much faster than before.
Lily stared at her with her mouth open and a face of apprehension. Angelica noticed that her legs were also starting to squeeze open and closed. She remembered when they had first met, and how her accident had basically caused Lily’s. She didn’t want the same thing to happen again—and she needed to find a bathroom quickly, before it did!
She bit down on her lip and gave a quick little wave to Lily with her free hand before waddling off in the direction of the port-a-potties. Her bladder was tingling and quivering, no longer having the stamina to hold back any pee at all, it seemed. Her pants were still damp, though not soaked like they had been before, and the cold of the material as she gripped her crotch with her hand reminded her again of the feeling of losing the battle against her urine and the relief that followed. Her pants were already wet, after all…
No! She couldn’t have a defeatist attitude like that. Even if she couldn’t make it to the port-a-potties, maybe she could at least make it to the trees surrounding the field of cars and pee there. Angelica had never peed outside and felt disgusted at the idea, but it beat peeing outside but in her clothes.
As she thought about relief, though, her sphincter apparently liked the idea. With a stifled groan, she heard a pss and felt a spurt of urine leak out into her already-wet panties, warming the area around her private parts again. Unlike before, when she still had some strength left in her muscles, this time she couldn’t cut off the flow. As soon as the one leak ended, another began, and Angelica realized with chagrin that she was officially peeing her pants, again.
She staggered up to her car, hand still in crotch, knees bent inward. She could feel the pee refreshing the dampness into wetness all around her crotch and in between her legs, spreading also under her butt and across the backs of her thighs. She sighed and let go. The intermittent trickles transformed into a steady stream, instantly flooding down her legs again and pouring out in a cascade from under her butt cheeks to splatter noisily on the pebbly grass. The wetness also reached the cuff of her jeans on her right leg and poured out, wetting her tennis shoe and making a puddle in the dirt.
Angelica brushed the hair out of her eyes as she once again had an accident, unable to control herself. She let out a deep breath as she gave in, emptying her bladder of every drop. She turned her head back to where Lily was standing, several cars down.
Lily’s mom had come back and was saying something to Lily, motioning with the paper towel roll before moving to the passenger seat of their car. But Lily was staring after Angelica (who was far enough by now that Lily’s mom didn’t see her). As she gaped at Angelica, watching her clear loss of bladder control, Angelica saw Lily’s wet pants also go shiny all over the crotch once again. Lily’s pee fled its prison as she watched Angelica, unable to do anything about it. The wetness spread down both legs before spilling out of her left pants leg and creating a puddle on the ground. Her tennis shoes, which had been mostly spared in the hayride due to being buried in hay, now soaked up the contents of her bladder, becoming squishy and uncomfortable. Lily’s mom popped out again from where she had been apparently laying down a protective layer on the seat and sighed, realizing she would have to add several more layers.
Angelica blushed and mouthed an “I’m sorry” to Lily. While glad that she and Lily could start over at being friends, she hoped that these incidents would not become a defining feature of their friendship. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. It was a text from her mom, reading, “Where are you? Time to go.” She leaned back against her car, staring absentmindedly as Lily delicately maneuvered herself into her own, and wondered what she would say to her mom once she came. |
Chapter three.
Contains: messing, fear wetting
**WARNING**
Since the focus of this chapter is on fear wetting, there is a scene which is more intense. I have tried to handle it delicately. While nothing graphic occurs, there may still be some who find it too much to enjoy.
*READER DISCRETION ADVISED*
Chapter 3: Haunted House
Angelica tried to put a brave face on.
The truth was, she didn’t want to be here. As in, really didn’t want to be here. She would much rather be back at her home, rereading the Little House on the Prairie series for the fourth or fifth time. Growing up, her family had never been much into Halloween at all, her mom being overly cautious about poisoned candy or stranger danger. So if she had it her way, she wouldn’t even be out trick-or-treating, much less at a haunted house. It was all Lily’s idea, and although she had told her repeatedly that she wouldn’t enjoy it, Lily continued to insist that she might, and would she please just try it with her? Angelica sighed and rubbed her arms to try to warm herself up.
Ever since they had restarted their friendship the year before—albeit by bonding over peeing themselves—the two had quickly become like the sisters they had never had growing up. Angelica was definitely the more reserved of the two, usually preferring indoor activities and not liking late nights, but Lily could usually coax her out of her shell and her comfort zone. It was Lily who had persuaded her to try surfing at a nearby water park (though she failed abysmally at it), it was Lily who had gotten her into laser tag, and it had been Lily’s idea for them to dress up as period characters and crash a Civil War reenactment, secretly fueling Angelica’s love for historical fiction. Nowadays the two could barely be found without each other nearby.
Angelica was also more used to Lily’s condition now. Having what was described as a “sympathetic spastic bladder,” Lily had a much greater difficulty with bladder control than normal. Witnessing someone else need a toilet, or even being suggested the idea of needing a toilet, would create a sympathetic urge in her, sometimes even to the point of involuntary voiding. This had happened when Angelica first met her, and it had happened again—twice—when they met again. Since that time, it had occurred one or two times more, but Angelica was somewhat surprised to find that it wasn’t as common an occurrence as she had assumed beforehand—certainly not common enough for it to be what defined Lily’s identity. It was unfortunate that for so many people, all Lily was was “the girl who pees her pants.” They were missing out on friendship with someone who was really cool to know.
Thinking about that right now softened Angelica’s irritation a little, but then she remembered where they were and went right back to being mad at Lily. She brushed a strand of her brown hair out of her eyes in irritation. She could have just said no. She should have just said no. Why did she let Lily convince her that any of this could be fun at all? Where’s the enjoyment in getting scared? Although she had on jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a jacket over it to boot, she kept rubbing her arms up and down and couldn’t keep her teeth from chattering.
Lily, on the other hand, looked like a kid in a candy store. She was bouncing up and down with an excited grin on her face, her blonde hair bouncing back and forth in a ponytail with her. Angelica glowered at her blue shorts and T-shirt. How was she not even cold? It was Halloween night, and they could both clearly see their breath. The sky was overcast and completely black, but there were bright lights illuminating the path up to “Fright Mansion,” the haunted house considered by multiple macabrely glowing endorsements on their signs to be the most terrifying experience in the state. Great. Just what Angelica needed. She already felt fluttery in her chest from nerves, and they were still just standing in line.
Lily turned towards Angelica. “This is gonna be so much fun, just wait!” Angelica didn’t answer. She knew it was just Lily’s attempt at passing the time while they waited to enter, and any attempt at a response would probably be one of annoyance—and she didn’t want to start an argument. The truth was that it was mostly her nervousness that was turning into anger. If she could just get through this, maybe they could both have a good laugh about it and also agree to never do anything like it again. She blew out a puff of air, then said, more sharply than she meant to, “Aren’t you cold at all?”
Lily didn’t seem to notice Angelica’s moodiness. “Yeah, kinda. But mostly excited. You’ve really never done a haunted house before?” She sounded incredulous.
Angelica huffed. “No, and I didn’t want to, either. I don’t know why I went along with this.”
Lily bumped her shoulder against Angelica’s and responded good-naturedly, “Come on, it’ll be fun. Can you at least promise me you’ll try to have fun?” She gave Angelica her how-can-you-hate-this-look grin.
Angelica rolled her eyes. She was annoyed, and she wanted to stay that way. But, much as she didn’t want to admit it, she knew from past experiences of Lily getting her to try something new that it usually went better than she expected. She also knew she couldn’t stay grumpy with that goofy smile of Lily’s boring into her. Finally, as the corner of her mouth started rebelling upwards, she let out a “Fine.”
Lily gave a triumphant little cackle and rubbed her hands together. Angelica just shook her head at how seamlessly Lily had taken on the role of little sister to her. They had even arranged for Lily to sleep over at Angelica’s house that night. When they had first planned it, Angelica had thought that would mean staying up talking and laughing in their pajamas, but then Lily assumed they would go out and do something first, and since they were too old for trick-or-treating, that of course meant a haunted house. So now here they were, and Angelica just kept reminding herself that the sleepover was waiting for them on the other side of this. Her older brother Patrick was also home from college for the weekend, along with a friend of his whose name Angelica didn’t know, and they were probably just going to stay at home and play Call of Duty—so why couldn’t she and Lily just stay in, too?
The line moved forwards slightly, bringing the two girls closer to the entrance. From here, if she craned her neck, Angelica could see some of the inside of the lobby area. It looked to be dimly lit and covered with fake cobwebs, but still with a jarringly bright EXIT sign, which ruined the illusion but was doubtless a legal requirement. Her thoughts drifted as she brushed another strand of her hair out of her eyes. What kinds of laws governed haunted houses? Did you have to sign a waiver or something? Did people often get hurt? Did people ever have heart attacks in haunted houses? She thought about Fright Mansion’s website, with its black theme and red, dripping text, and how the photo gallery boasted numerous pictures of people making the most terrified faces as they had the ever-loving willies scared out of them. She even thought, with a frown, of the section further down in the photo gallery, where those who had been so badly scared that they lost bladder control smiled sheepishly and showed off their wet spots. Some had just been small stains, undoubtedly from a minor spurt at a jump scare, but a handful—all women, now that she thought about it—had completely soaked their pants in pure terror. Those who consented to having their picture shown received a free T-shirt, which sounded like an okay tradeoff until you realized that the shirt said on it, in bold letters, “I peed my pants at Fright Mansion.” Apparently the kind of people that enjoyed getting scared would also find that more of a boast than an embarrassment.
Angelica scanned the building and its surroundings, turning first one way, then the other. Did they even have bathrooms around here? There weren’t any that she could see. That, combined with the long wait, made it almost seem as though they wanted people to pee themselves. It figured. It was the kind of thing that a haunted house lived for, probably. She silently gauged her own need for a toilet and contented herself that she was all right, for now.
Just then, though, a shrill scream from her right made her jump nearly out of her skin, followed by various shrieks in response from those around her. After her heart started again, she turned toward the source to see a Fright Mansion worker in a zombie costume, complete with decaying flesh makeup, retreating from where they had crept up unseen next to the line and gotten in a free scare before the people had even started the haunted house. The shrieks dissipated into laughs and chit-chat, both of excitement and nerves. However, one group of people, several places behind Angelica in line, suddenly burst out into loud guffaws. She turned to see what the cause was, as did others nearby. There were too many people blocking her view, though, and she was about to face forward again when she saw a young woman, probably only a few years older than she was herself, waddle-jogging away from the line. Underneath her butt was a fresh dark wet spot. Those who saw her pointed and laughed to each other. It seemed for most people to merely spur on their eagerness for the experience.
Angelica turned back forwards, hugging herself for warmth. She noticed that Lily hadn’t seen the girl have an accident, and for a brief moment she wished that she had. Maybe if Lily saw someone pee themselves, it would make her less fired up about going through a haunted house. But Lily was still facing forwards, twisting back and forth with excitement and impatience. Angelica opened her mouth to say something to Lily, then thought better of it and closed her mouth again.
After waiting for several more minutes, they were finally inside the entrance to the haunted house. The décor here was simple, mostly low light on peeling red wallpaper and a generally decrepit atmosphere, with a worker dressed as a ghoulish butler letting people enter intermittently. It was warmer in the lobby, out of the wind, and Angelica was able to stop shivering. Her eyes wandered over the decayed look of the anteroom, while creepy organ music and assorted unsettling sound effects played over speakers in the corners. Lily nudged her arm. “Cool, right? I think you’re gonna have fun, Angie.”
Angelica was still taking in the look of the room and gave a non-committal “yeah, we’ll see.” Then she looked Lily in the eye. “Do you think they have any bathrooms here?”
Lily laughed, “Why, do you have to go?”
“No, but I thought maybe you’d want to. You know, if it gets too scary.”
Lily gave her a questioning glance. “What are you talking about? Besides, you’ll probably be more scared than me.”
Angelica ignored the last remark and felt as though the conversation had progressed organically enough that she could be direct. “You know, the people that get scared, and…you know…” She gave Lily a look that was meant for her to infer the rest.
Lily laughed again, but Angelica thought it didn’t sound as confident as before. “You mean the ones that pee their pants? Nah, I’ll be fine. I don’t think that kind of thing happens all that often, anyway.”
Angelica knew that at this point she was passively-aggressively trying to dissuade Lily from wanting to go on, and she felt a little twinge of guilt. Nevertheless, she continued, “Huh, okay. ’Cause it actually happened to a girl in line behind us.”
Lily’s smile began to fade. “What? You’re kidding, right? You saw it? What, what happened?”
“One of the people from the haunted house snuck up and scared a bunch of people in line. I saw her leaving the line afterwards.” Angelica tried to play indifference.
Lily’s face fell. “Seriously? You’re serious? You’re not joking?” Angelica shook her head and Lily swallowed. After a few moments, though, she simply pronounced, “Well, we can’t turn back now. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” With that, she resolutely faced forward again, and, as if on cue, the butler pulled back the curtain and motioned for them to enter. Angelica grumbled to herself that her plan had failed and they would be going through with this after all, while simultaneously feeling her breath quicken from apprehension. Lily apparently had steelier nerves than she had, though Angelica did notice Lily subtly rub her thighs together as they entered.
After passing through a dark and claustrophobic hallway, they came into the first room. It immediately presented itself as a standard Gothic mansion atmosphere, with very low lighting and sudden unsettling sounds coming from random corners of the room. Angelica found herself slowing her pace to a nervous shuffle and swallowing repeatedly. Her eyes darted to every dim recess, trying to anticipate where the first scare would come from.
Suddenly, she felt something grab at her leg. She gave an involuntary shriek and jumped sideways into Lily, who also yelped and then started to laugh. She had barely begun, though, when a grotesquely tall, deathly pale vampire emerged directly beside them frighteningly instantly. Both girls screamed, with Angelica feeling all her nerve endings jump on end as if she had been shocked by electricity. It didn’t help that Lily had immediately seized Angelica’s arm with a death grip and nearly climbed on top of her. As soon as they found their feet again, they bolted for the end of the room, only to be cut off by a giant bat dropping down right in front of them and screeching. They both screamed again, falling against the wall to dodge the bat, and then found they were in a hallway again.
Lily doubled over in high-pitched laughter, but Angelica was still breathing hard and trying to calm her heartrate. They were really going to go through an entire house-worth of this? She already felt like she was done, after only one room! She still couldn’t believe people did this to themselves willingly. Closing her eyes, she held one hand on her chest, trying to placate the heavy thumping. Her brain attempted to soothe itself, telling her that everything in this place was merely composed of makeup and elaborate special effects. As she repeated this to herself, she could feel Lily lean up against the wall next to her, also breathing hard. “What do you think, Angie? Having fun yet?” She gave another nervous giggle.
Angelica merely moaned in response, causing Lily to put her arm around her. “Come on, let’s keep moving.” At least the faster they went through the house, the sooner they’d be out. Angelica opened her eyes again and followed the light rope on the edges of the floor guiding them forward. Almost right away, though, she stopped short, as she saw an unmistakable fork in the hallway. “Wait…which way do we go?” Her voice was higher pitched than she meant for it to be.
“Didn’t you see it on the website? Part of what makes this place so cool is that it has different ways through it, so you never get the same experience twice.” Angelica couldn’t imagine anyone going through it more than once on purpose, and she knew that there was no way she would say yes if Lily wanted to go a second time. But then a horrible thought came to her, and she blurted out, “Wait, does that mean we can get lost in here?” Her stomach tightened at the idea.
Lily chose the left path and began leading Angelica that way. “No, I don’t think so. It’s like, you can take different ways through, but they all go forward. I think if we got turned around we’d run into other people coming through and figure it out.” Angelica’s fears subsided at hearing this, and she found that the relief made her almost eager to face the next room. They could do this. Maybe Lily was right and she would end up having fun—or at least not hating it quite as much, if she was being realistic. She did notice at the same time, though, that she was starting to feel the need for a toilet. Hopefully if Fright Mansion used up enough floor space on branching paths, any one of the individual paths through would be foreshortened.
They entered the next room, which had the look of a ransacked hospital. Fluorescent lights flickered ominously above them, and blood was smeared across the floor and walls. On the floor were several dismembered corpses, and on an examination table, a disfigured doctor was in the process of disemboweling an unfortunate victim. The two entered gingerly, glancing around at any unlit areas where they could expect someone or something to jump out at them. Suddenly, the lights blinked out for a second, and Lily gasped loudly and violently grabbed Angelica’s arm again, scaring her almost more than anything from the previous room. Angelica jumped, feeling the same shock of adrenaline surge through her body, sending prickles over all of her skin, and now also through her bladder. As the shock began to subside, she let out an irritated “Lily!” Lily merely responded with high-strung laughter as the two sidestepped their way across the room.
Except at that moment, the eviscerated body on the table lurched upwards with a soulless yell, reaching out to grab the girls with blood-soaked hands. Both girls screamed and leapt backwards, and Angelica tripped on something and fell down onto a lumpy pile, with Lily, who was still gripping her arm, following right on top. As they scrambled to get to their feet again, Angelica swung her head around and saw what they had landed on. It was a pile of corpses and body parts, each mutilated in its own grotesquely creative fashion. She screamed again and frantically tried to get her feet under her, when something even worse happened.
The pile of corpses began to move.
With an unearthly groan, the dead bodies reached for her and Lily, trying to grab hold of them, to force the girls to join in their damned state. She could feel her mind reeling, her previous attempts at rationality rapidly dissipating as she beheld the gruesome spectacle. Her brain was at a loss to explain away what she was witnessing as simply a special effect, and instead found itself utterly under the sway of raw, primal fear. This must be why Fright Mansion was rated so highly as a haunted house.
All these thoughts flew through her in a split second. In the moment, she fell backwards onto her butt, and instead of trying to get up again, found herself crawling backwards away as fast as she could. Her shoulder slammed painfully into the surgeon’s table, the jolt of pain snapping some focus back into her. She grabbed her shoulder instinctively, then spun to her left to get on her hands and knees. From there, she propelled herself upwards and forwards, toward the exit of the room.
Once in the hallway, Angelica leaned against the wall and let the fear drain out of her. Her body was jittery all over, and she had to grip herself tightly to quell the shaking. As she calmed herself down, she noticed with a start that Lily hadn’t come out of the room yet. At the same time, she noticed a strange squishy feeling in her underwear. With one hand, she apprehensively reached down and felt her crotch. Her hand felt dry, but as soon as she touched herself there, it was clear that her underwear were not dry. In the intensity of terror, she must have spurted some, and she could feel her face reddening at the realization. Her thoughts went back to the pictures on the website and to the girl in the line. Were they just like her, thinking such a thing wouldn’t happen to them and only finding out they were wrong too late? Also, could some of those pictures have come not from a sudden total loss of control, but rather a series of continual leaks? Her own bladder was feeling tighter now, and she wished she could just empty it out. At this rate, she would run the risk of leaking more and more as they progressed.
At that moment, Lily burst into the darkened corridor and immediately collapsed onto the floor with an exaggerated sigh of relief. Angelica hurriedly looked up from her pants and pulled her hand away, not wanting Lily to see. At least there didn’t seem to be any wet spot.
Lily was laughing from the floor. “Where’d you go, Angie? You just left me in there!”
Angelica started to protest, “I thought you were right behind me!” But as Lily kept laughing, it was apparent that she wasn’t upset. Unlike Angelica, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying this. Angelica reached her hand down to help Lily up, wondering to herself if, in a twist of fate, it would be she who would emerge from this experience wet and Lily dry. That would be different. Even though she was used to Lily’s bladder issues by now and wasn’t fazed by them, the idea of a role reversal decidedly did not appeal to her. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if that were selfish of her or not. Either way, the quicker they got through the haunted house, the better.
~*~*~*~*~
The two friends continued through the haunted house, Lily trying to pick a route that seemed less taken to her. Angelica soon realized, regrettably, that she had been wrong in thinking that multiple paths meant a notably shorter experience. This place was apparently a lot bigger than she had given it credit, with demented scene following demented scene in a seemingly interminable fashion. By now, though, she felt more inured to the jump scares and terrifying vistas thrust upon them through differing shades of sensory overload. Not that she stopped screaming or jumping. Not in the slightest—especially not with Lily by her. Half the time Angelica felt as though she were more frightened by Lily’s screams and jumps than by what she was screaming and jumping at.
She did, however, manage to keep from leaking any more, at least noticeably. It helped that she was now much more aware of the state of her bladder and focused on staying in control. Unfortunately, this was only in part due to vigilance. It was also because as they progressed, her need to pee kept increasing gradually. She was not in a hurry to broadcast that information, however.
Looking over at Lily, Angelica wondered if she was in a similar situation. She did seem nervous and…bouncy…but that could easily be chalked up to jitters or excitement from being in a haunted house. Neither of them had had a lot to drink, so Lily probably didn’t have to go very much. Then why did she herself need to go as badly as she did? Could nerves make your kidneys overproduce?
As they exited the most recent area (a nightmarish and oppressive industrial complex straight out of a slasher flick or Alien film), Angelica rubbed her thighs up and down. Surely they were nearing the end, but the longer it took, the more urgent the signals from her bladder became. If she could only know how much further relief would be, it would help. But this waiting…especially when every room was an exercise in mental—and vesical—fortitude.
This corridor had a bend at the end, and a dim red light could be seen from around the corner. Upon turning, it revealed itself as an EXIT sign above a steel fire door labeled “EMERGENCY EXIT” in large letters, though with numerous additions of fine print below. For a brief moment, Angelica considered just plowing through the door and admitting how much she had to pee. Come what may, at least that way she’d get the whole experience behind her. But she quickly dismissed the thought. No. She was in control, and she could stay in control. She breathed deeply. No matter what kinds of monstrous entities awaited them in whatever hellish setting the next room held, she would not lose her grip on her bladder.
When they entered the next room, however, the sudden change in tone caused both girls to start up short. Rather than any of the macabre, shocking, or gruesome settings they had been faced with up to this point, this room had nothing in it but a full-length mirror at the far end with a single recessed bulb glowing warmly over it. There wasn’t even an exit from the room that was visible. The emptiness and quiet lent the whole atmosphere a sense of eerie suspense. Both girls could feel it. Every other setting had set them on edge, waiting for something to jump out. But this one—it was so startlingly different in its feel that Angelica could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It was less of an adrenaline-fueled sudden fright and more of a profound existential dread. Her bladder also began tightening again, and she had to shuffle her thighs back and forth to maintain control. Her panties were feeling uncomfortably cool against her skin from leaking before, but she didn’t want Lily to know about that. Looking over at her, she saw that Lily too seemed abnormally fidgety.
Angelica leaned over to Lily and whispered to her. Somehow, this room made her afraid to raise her voice. “We passed that emergency exit in the hallway. Let’s just go back there and leave.” She hoped that Lily too would be sufficiently creeped out—and need the bathroom enough—that she would agree.
Lily didn’t respond. Instead, as if in a trance, she began moving forwards, gaze fixed on the mirror. Angelica watched as Lily was drawn, in eerily slow stride, towards her reflection. She could feel her breath quickening in suspense but couldn’t make her feet move. She merely stood there watching, powerless to intervene at all.
Time seemed to slow down as Lily neared the glass. Her eyes never left those of her reflection’s, which was deathly pale with a cold sweat breaking on the brow. She entered the glow of the light and finally came to a stop, still staring at herself in silence, the only sound being her frightened and shaky breathing. Angelica, on the other hand, had seemingly forgotten to breathe. Both girls waited in absolute dread, and Angelica found she had to grab her crotch with her hand as her nerves shot needles through her bladder.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bulb above the mirror flickered, causing Lily to jump. Then, so suddenly as to leave her unable to react, but still clear enough to tell what was happening, there appeared behind her reflection in the mirror a dark and ghastly apparition. It was directly behind her, its vacuous face visible over her shoulder. Before she could even turn around or jump back, in one swift motion it raised its arm to her reflection’s throat and slashed it open with a long knife. Her reflection threw its head back as blood sprayed out, coating the glass.
The scene was so sudden, so shocking, and so horrifying, that Lily, unlike the short shrieks of previous rooms, let out a legitimate scream. Her hands shot to her throat as she stumbled back, momentarily convinced that what she had just seen was somehow real. She reeled backwards and fell down, still screaming and alternately moving her hands to cover her face, her chest, and then her throat again. Angelica couldn’t clearly see what Lily had seen in the mirror, and so when Lily had such an extreme reaction, she too screamed and jumped. The suddenness caused another jet of urine to spurt out into her underwear, rewarming the area around her crotch before she could get it under control again.
Lily now sat crumpled on the floor, her screams having subsided into terrified sobs. Angelica had never seen her so genuinely scared before and ran over to her to see if she was okay. She put her hand on Lily’s shoulder as Lily continued to bawl, her hands covering her face. She was shaking violently all over, and as Angelica knelt down to console her, she heard a new sound.
A hissing noise could be heard above Lily’s crying in the quiet of the room. Angelica looked down at Lily’s pants, and immediately knew what the noise was. A wet spot had formed at Lily’s crotch and was now spreading out slowly across her thighs, turning her shorts a darker blue. The hissing was now accompanied by dribbling as the urine spread to the floor and began making a puddle. Lily was peeing her pants in sheer terror, unable to control herself. The wetness spread down over her right thigh and pooled out from there, with a separate pool emanating from her butt as her pee continued to flow through the saturated cloth and trickle out with a spatter into the puddle. Angelica found she had to stand again as the liquid spread to her knee in order to keep from getting her pants wet, too.
The flow subsided fairly quickly, and Lily wiped her hand across her eyes and nose, sniffling, to clean up her face. Her other hand she was now using to hold her crotch self-consciously. Her face was red and her tears had morphed into little embarrassed hiccups. Angelica was standing next to her, her hand still on Lily’s shoulder, who was looking down at the floor. Angelica swallowed and stayed silent, not entirely sure what to say. She was sure Lily felt pretty abashed right now after her bravado earlier. Especially if she hadn’t realized how badly she apparently had had to pee. Unfortunately, just staying there wasn't helping either of them, and the fact that she was standing in a puddle of urine certainly wasn't helping Angelica's own bladder at all. Glancing at her own crotch, she saw that her second leak had left a small, one-inch wet spot. She shifted awkwardly on her feet and clenched her thighs together as she felt a tingling sensation go through her abdomen.
Eventually she broke the silence, still in a whisper, “Lily, we should probably keep going. Someone else might come and find us like this.” She didn't add what she was thinking, which was that the sooner they got out, the sooner they could find a real toilet, one that wasn't their pants.
Lily gave out a despondent sigh and swallowed the sob that was threatening in her throat. “I peed my pants, Angie.”
Angelica wanted to be able to comfort Lily, but the fullness of her bladder was wearing down some of her patience. She nearly answered, “Yeah, and I’m about to!” Instead, she merely offered a half-hearted, “It’s okay, Lil. Look, it happens to lots of people, I’m sure.” She had to keep rubbing her legs together, as she was starting to feel tension work its way down into her thighs.
Lily looked up, though not at Angelica, her face still flushed. “I know, but…I thought…I thought I had it under control. Like, I really did. And then…I—I peed my pants.” The last part came out more plaintively as she looked down again at her puddle and the tears began to flow again.
Angelica crouched down next to her, briefly having to grab her crotch as she did so. Once her head was next to Lily’s, she noticed that Lily’s legs were still tightly squeezed shut and her hand firmly gripping her crotch. Could it be that she still had to go? Angelica could feel a kind of panic besetting her as she looked around the room, trying to ascertain if there were some way that would lead directly out, especially one that wouldn’t involve any human interaction. She remembered the emergency exit they had passed in the corridor. It would mean moving backwards, which ran the risk of running into other people. On the other hand, though, moving forward ran the same risk, almost certainly. Licking her lips nervously, she decided it was their best option. “Come on, Lil. Let’s go back to the exit we passed. We can find our way back to the car and just head home. I can sneak you into the house without anyone seeing.” She turned her head back towards the entrance to the room. Now that she was thinking more about being seen, she felt increasingly on edge, as if it meant that someone was right on the cusp of stumbling upon the two of them like this: one with peed shorts and the other not too far from the same. She felt an irrational sense of urgency to get out, which meshed all too well with her completely natural urgency.
Lily hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently. As Angelica stood to help her up, her bladder tensed up, with prickles going all through her abdomen and thighs. She gasped quietly and clenched to stay in control. Lily moved more slowly, awkwardly shifting her weight to get a foot underneath her. As she planted it with a splish in her puddle and moved upright, the pee in her pants trickled down the backs of her legs uncomfortably, wetting the fabric and draining out from under the cuffs of her shorts and splattering down on the floor and into her socks, causing her to shut her eyes and let out a moan. Angelica could see the wetness spread all across her right thigh and down the right leg of her shorts, but mainly in a massive stain across her butt. She shifted one leg over the other and swallowed. She was going to have to find a place to get relief, and pretty fast.
Once Lily was standing, Angelica quickly whispered, “Let’s go,” and grabbed her hand. The two of them stole back into the corridor, trying to be as careful and quiet as possible so as to avoid anyone who might be moving toward them. They could hear the distant sounds of the shrieks and cries of visitors over the cackles and screams of the haunted house employees, and it was difficult to distinguish between what was far away and what was possibly getting closer. Once in darkness again, Angelica made no attempt to hide her desperation and crossed and uncrossed her legs, all while bobbing up and down. Lily seemed much more in control by comparison, but she still had her hand wedged firmly between her legs.
The exit was only about twenty feet back the way they came, but once they reached it, Angelica stopped short. Since it was an emergency exit—though she was feeling more and more like this really was an emergency, albeit of an entirely different kind—would it set off a fire alarm or something? That would ruin any subtlety she had dared hope for. Her eyes darted nervously over the thick metal doors, scanning for any label or warning about an alarm. There were a large number of various legal labels in very small print, which were nearly impossible to read in the dim red light of the EXIT sign over the door. Angelica resorted to pulling out her phone for light, though she still had to bend closely to the door, rubbing her thighs up and down as she did so.
This, unfortunately, was not lost on Lily. In a cracking voice, she croaked out, “Do you need to go too, Angie?”
Angelica knew that the more attention she drew to it, the worse it would be for both of them. In as steady a voice as she could muster, she answered curtly, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” Hopefully that would turn out to be true. But out of the corner of her eye she could see Lily’s hand grip harder as her legs squeezed tighter shut.
Just then, there was a new outburst of shrieks from the haunted house, and it was clear that these ones were undeniably very close. Both girls jumped and cried out, and Lily briefly shoved her other hand into her groin as well. The sound they heard could only mean one thing: the arrival of a group of people was imminent. The shrieks had by now died away and turned into loud laughs and conversation, drawing nearer, just around the corner. Angelica had been trying to be thorough when checking the door for any warnings, but since she had found none so far, in a panic she now threw caution to the wind and forcefully barged through it, yanking Lily along by her arm with a yelp as she did so. The door’s strong hinges caused it to slam loudly behind them, no doubt extremely obviously to the people coming down the corridor, but at least they hadn’t been seen. Angelica blew out a sigh of temporary relief, her breath now creating a cloud of mist in the cold air, only now noticing that her breathing had subconsciously quickened with apprehension.
She brushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to assess where they were. The emergency exit clearly could not have been used much, as they now found themselves in a seemingly deserted alleyway lined with trash bags and litter and only dimly lit with a small bulb or two attached to the walls on either side. The alley ran between two otherwise featureless brick buildings for what looked like a city block. Angelica guessed that one direction would lead to nearby the entrance to Fright Mansion, though it was hard to tell which way. Well, either one would have to bring them back to civilization eventually, and the sooner, the better. She rubbed her arms up and down with the cold, rubbing her thighs together as she did so, and said, “Come on. Let’s try to find our way back.”
Lily didn’t move. Although she had seemed impervious to the cold before, she was now trembling like a leaf in the wind. She was still holding herself with both hands, and Angelica realized that her wet shorts must now be very cold indeed. She gently put an arm around Lily to try to lead her along.
Lily began making mincing steps down the alley. Angelica tried to pull harder, just enough for Lily to walk a little faster, but it didn’t seem to have any effect. She could feel annoyance rising up inside her, bolstered by her swollen bladder. Can we go any faster, please? Some of us still have to use the bathroom! She cleared her throat and said, as calmly as she could, “Let’s try to get there quickly.”
She was surprised as these words caused Lily to do the opposite and instead stop short. A spike of frustration shot through Angelica, combined with one of urgency in her bladder. She turned, having to quickly cross her legs as she did so, and asked, “What’s wrong, Lil? Let’s go!”
Lily’s face was turned down, but Angelica could see tears welling up in her eyes again. Her teeth were chattering as she managed, “I…I still have to go, Angie.” She started squeezing her thighs together and bending and unbending her legs.
Seeing this did not help Angelica. As the dry one, it was up to her to be strong. She quickly retorted, “Me too. Let’s hurry up and find a bathroom.” She swiveled back toward the end of the alleyway when she suddenly gasped and jumped.
Three men were now standing in their path.
All three were tall and imposing, wearing dark jackets and jeans. Where had they come from? They must have been sitting or standing in the shadows until now. Why were they in the alleyway? Were they drug dealers? Angelica could feel her heartrate rising.
Once they saw that Angelica had seen them, a dark smile came over the face of the one in the middle. He began walking menacingly toward the two girls, and the other two followed suit. Angelica backed away for two or three steps, then seized Lily’s arm and turned to bolt in the other direction. Almost as soon as she had, she stopped up short with a little scream as she now saw three more men coming towards them on that end. They were surrounded. Maybe they could make a break for the emergency exit? But no, it was the kind of door that couldn’t be opened from the outside—and besides, by now the men had already passed it and stood between it and the two girls.
Angelica backed Lily up against the wall and instinctively stood in front of her. The men in turn filled in the space across from them to form a semicircle of leering smiles and dark gazes. They stood there, staring down at the two terrified friends, and waited. Other than making an occasional threatening chuckle, none of them spoke.
Angelica felt her heart beating faster and faster and her breathing doing likewise. Her throat felt like it was constricting as she turned her head rapidly every which way, trying to spot an opening between the men, a way out, anything. She could feel her body breaking out in a cold sweat and her bladder began tightening against her will. As if on cue, she heard a whimper from behind her, followed by a loud trickling and splashing as Lily, overcome with fright again, released the rest of the contents of her bladder unwillingly into her shorts. Angelica didn’t dare shift her gaze from their would-be attackers, but imagined that Lily’s puddle was probably spreading out to her own shoes. Shooting pains like shocks of electricity pulsed through her lower abdomen, and her panic increased as she thought that she was not very far off from joining Lily. An adrenaline-fueled bubble of pure fear began swelling up inside her as a scream built in her throat. All her hair was now standing on end, and she felt sure that if she didn’t scream, she would probably puke.
For the first time, as if he could read her mind, the presumed leader of this sick group spoke. With a sadistic smile on his face, he merely stated in a menacingly cool voice, “Go ahead. Scream. It’s Halloween—who’s going to pay any attention?”
As quickly as it had built, the scream died away in Angelica’s throat. Awful realization settled upon her with a shudder that went from her head slowly, dreadfully, all the way down to her feet. He was right. No one would save them. A sense of desperate self-preservation pierced to the surface of Angelica’s mind and a scream tried to come anyway; but she found herself frozen with fear and unable to work her vocal cords. The only sound that came out was a feeble rasping croak. She was powerless to do anything to stop whatever was about to happen.
The worst terror she had ever experienced in her life washed over her and settled into every nerve of Angelica’s being. She could feel all the color drain out of her face and tears start to spill out of her eyes as her lower lip trembled and let a whimper slip out. She was shaking all over, but was rooted to the spot in fear, numbness taking over her body. As she continued to shed hot, scared tears, she noticed that she could no longer feel any pain in her bladder. At the same time, she began to be vaguely aware of a faint burning sensation in her crotch.
As the sensation gradually pierced the fog of her mind, she began to also be aware of two other things. The first was a distant noise like pouring water. The second was that the man smiling evilly in front of her was no longer looking her in the eye, but rather down at her legs.
Despite her fear, Angelica instinctively followed his gaze down to her legs as well. Her breath caught in a gasp as she saw a large wet patch around her crotch and down her thighs, spreading down to her inner right calf and pooling from the cuff of her jeans onto the concrete. There was already a sizeable puddle from Lily’s accident spreading to her shoe, but now she was adding copiously to it. The wetness around her crotch was dark and shiny as Angelica continued to pee helplessly in pure terror. Staring down at herself as she continued to have an accident in her pants, Angelica tried in vain to clench off the flow and regain control. It was no use. Fear had taken control of her body, and she could do nothing to stop it.
Her bladder kept draining out its contents of its own accord for nearly twenty seconds. Angelica could see the wetness spread down her left leg as well and could feel it saturate the fabric in the back of her jeans widely underneath her butt. As it poured down her thighs, her urine broke off into multiple streams as well, spraying out from her legs and directly from her crotch, spattering noisily in the puddle and over her tennis shoes. She was still unable to move, but simply watched herself go to the bathroom on herself, gasping.
Then, the completely unexpected happened. The men watching her started laughing. Not the sadistic, malevolent laugh of a predator inflicting suffering on a victim, but the goofy, immature laugh of a group of dudebros making fart jokes. As Angelica looked up, wide-eyed and apprehensive, she could see the men all guffawing, pointing, and high-fiving each other. For a moment, she thought she must be going crazy. Was any of this really happening? But then, all at the same time, as if they had practiced it, each of the six men unzipped their jackets and opened them up, revealing underneath them the Fright Mansion staff T-shirt.
As the understanding dawned on Angelica that this whole thing had been a massive prank, she could feel her thoughts and feelings tumbling over and over inside her, unable to sort themselves out. Fear was dissipating into relief, but relief was soured by embarrassment, which made her fear stop turning into relief and instead turn into anger, which then created disbelief, which only made her embarrassment worse and made her just want to cry. The look on her face must have conveyed this hodgepodge of emotions fairly clearly, as the men took one look at her face and burst out laughing afresh before turning and swaggering down the alleyway, still snickering and slapping each other on the back. One shouted over his shoulder, “Happy Halloween!” which evoked a whole new gale of cackles from the rest of them, and then they were gone.
Angelica stood there, stunned. The whole thing was just a practical joke? They had made her undergo the single most traumatic experience of her life…for a laugh? Outrage surged up inside her, making her face flush and tears well up in her eyes again. There was no way that could be legal! Surely they could call the police, or sue, or something? As her temper flared to a fever pitch, though, she had to swallow back the bile rising in her throat as her anger found itself immediately thwarted by a crucial point.
What would they say?
As she thought back, she realized that the men had never touched either of them, or even made a move to. They hadn’t even said anything threatening. They had merely stood around them and looked frightening. Probably if she had bolted with Lily, they would have just let them pass by.
The more Angelica tried to figure out how she could make them pay, the more helpless she felt, recognizing that she had no grounds for legal action. The men could merely say they were in the alleyway at the same time as the girls and that they didn’t do anything to them—and they would be right. Moreover, there were more of them, and they could corroborate their story better. Even Fright Mansion could simply claim that the whole point of a haunted house is to scare people. These men probably just saw an opportunity to mess with anyone coming out of the emergency exit, even though it was an incredibly, incredibly tasteless prank. As she felt increasingly helpless, it only made her angrier, especially since it meant that all it took for her to pee herself in terror was a group of guys to stand there and look at her—and they all saw it.
Anger mixed with embarrassment and helplessness inside her, making her gut roil with emotions. Her adrenaline was abating, and she felt sweaty, shaky all over, and very, very cold. Her intestines were still doing flip-flops inside her, and she felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to take a step, but her legs were too wobbly and she instead ended up falling against the brick wall.
Lily’s voice could be heard behind her, sounding small. “Are you okay, Angie?” She felt Lily’s hand reach out and touch her shoulder. But she was still on the verge of vomiting, and her skin was crawling, so the sudden touch made her shudder and shake it off. Nausea churned in her stomach, and she suddenly found herself releasing her remaining urine into her pants, rewarming her panties. Then her insides clenched, and she violently doubled over, retching. She dry heaved once, then twice, and on the third time, her bowels seized up and forced a log of poop out between her butt cheeks, smushing inside her soaked panties and bulging her pants out in the seat before squelching out across her rear end.
Angelica’s mouth opened wide in a stunned O. She kept breathing in and out, in and out, slowly regaining control of her body. With tentative apprehension, she touched her hands to the back of her pants to assess the damage. Unfortunately, as she did so, she did a half turn, inadvertently pointing her bottom in Lily’s direction. No sooner had Lily seen the massive brown bulge on Angelica’s pants than she gave a little gasp, then clutched her own stomach. Her eyes suddenly went wide and both hands flew to her own butt, and she squeaked out, “Oh no…not again…” The next thing Angelica heard was Lily letting out a wet fart, and then a nauseating squishing sound. Slowly, with a mixture of embarrassment and disgust, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder incredulously at Lily, whose face was twitching, almost as if she were about to laugh. But then Lily tensed up and groaned, and another wet squelch came out as she too lost control and crapped herself, her soaked blue shorts sagging under the weight of her load.
Angelica faced forward again and squared her shoulders. They should have just stayed home.
~Aftermath~
Since both girls’ underwear were now not only wet but also full of poop, the going was slow back to Angelica’s car. They had to waddle uncomfortably along, since every movement squished the poop around unpleasantly, spreading out over their butt cheeks and up between them in both directions. Moreover, the wet material of their pants was beginning to chafe.
Angelica’s plan to sneak Lily into the house was complicated by the fact that now both of them had had accidents. Originally she had thought she could go in first, make sure the coast was clear, and then hurriedly rush Angelica in also. She would have been able to lock herself in the bathroom and clean up, while Angelica would have made sure her dirty clothes were surreptitiously spirited away. But now—now they would have to improvise.
As they reached the car, the first question was how they would sit in it with such thoroughly soiled clothes. Thankfully, Angelica had parked far enough away from Fright Mansion that there were neither many people passing by nor much light, so they had some breathing room while doing so. Unfortunately, it was Angelica’s parents’ car, not her own, and they kept it impressively free of clutter. After looking in the trunk and the back seat, the best she could find was a single plastic bag. After some arguing, it was agreed upon that Angelica would sit on the plastic bag, since she had to drive, and Lily would kneel on the floor on the passenger side. As long as they didn’t get pulled over or get into an accident (heh), Lily would be fine. At first, she tried to protest, but when Angelica pointed out that at least she wouldn’t have to sit in her mess, she relented.
The drive home was uneventful, with minimal conversation. Despite the cold, they had to keep the windows down to let the smell out. Angelica tried to maintain a lighter exterior in their chatting, as it seemed to help both of them feel better. Inside, however, her mind was still fixed on what had happened. She inwardly resolved, first of all, to make sure to get both her and Lily some pepper spray. Let’s see those troglodytes laugh while choking on that! On the other hand, as angry as she was, she also realized that it could have been much, much worse, if the men had actually meant them harm. Glancing over at Lily, she realized with a grim realism that as they both grew older and more exposed to the real world, Lily’s happy-go-lucky, carefree nature would only make her more vulnerable to evil people. The two of them would have to cast off their naïveté and be prepared for the bad and ugly side of life.
Once home, both girls delicately maneuvered themselves out of the car, and Angelica picked up the plastic bag with the tips of her fingers and slid it inside the garbage bin, down the side where it wouldn’t be seen by anyone taking out the trash. The house was still lit up, and they paused for a moment to decide their plan. Angelica didn’t want to be caught with peed and soiled pants, remembering her mom’s reaction the previous year when she had found Angelica waiting by the car at the harvest festival with drenched jeans, socks, shoes, and underwear. Though she had tried to be understanding about it, the look on her mom’s face had been incredibly embarrassing for Angelica, and one she did not wish to see again.
Eventually it was decided that if they slipped in quickly through the side door and ran, they could make it up the stairs before Angelica’s parents, who were most likely in the living room, could come out to see them. Then they could hide out in Angelica’s room until the coast was clear to go to the bathroom and clean up. Since Patrick and his friend would be on the same floor, they would have to avoid being seen by them as well.
Hearts beating quickly, on the count of three the girls executed their plan of action. It went exactly as predicted: Angelica’s mom heard them come in, started to venture out from the living room, but was not in time to catch them before they had dashed up the stairs and locked themselves in Angelica’s room. During the run, Lily found she had had to cup her butt with her hands to keep any poop from falling out due to the jostling. Once there, they ventured one at a time into the bathroom to shower and change into pajamas, wrapping their soiled clothing in plastic bags and discreetly smuggling it out of the bathroom. Both girls tacitly agreed that there would be no saving the clothes, and they would simply have to quietly deposit them in the garbage where they wouldn’t be found. For now, the shameful packages were stowed in the back corner of Angelica’s closet.
The girls bedded down, neither one feeling much energy for conversation. Angelica let Lily have her bed, while she unrolled a sleeping bag on the floor. Worn out from their earlier ordeal, they quickly slipped into deep slumber.
In the middle of the night, however, Angelica was woken with a start by an unsettling sound. It was similar to a yell, but it didn’t sound entirely human. As she sat bolt upright in her sleeping bag, taking a few moments to recollect where she was, she listened, trying to figure out what had caused the noise.
She could hear Lily moving about in the bed. Had she been woken up too? But then a new sound filled her ears, similar to the one that had woken her up. It was coming from Lily. Angelica pulled open the sleeping bag and clambered over to the bed where Lily lay. Lily was thrashing about in her sleep and moaning, letting out louder wails at times. That was what made the sound so odd—it was like a cry of terror, but not awake.
Concerned, Angelica seized Lily by the shoulders and shook, loudly whispering “Lily! Wake up!” She looked at the digital clock face on the nightstand and read “1:13.” Down the hallway, she could hear the muffled sounds of Patrick and his friend still laughing and loudly talking as they played their video game. She shook harder as Lily continued to writhe about, and then suddenly Lily’s eyes flew open and she stared directly at Angelica, fear plastered on her face. A moment later she flung her arms around Angelica and buried her face in her shirt, breathing heavily.
“Oh, Angie, I had a nightmare. It was awful, Angie.” She sounded almost on the verge of tears.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re awake now. It’s okay.” Angelica tried to calm Lily down as she hugged her tight, feeling how damp her pajama shirt was with sweat. “Was it…about what happened tonight?”
Lily shook her head and pulled away. Her voice was still shaky. “No, but it was here. We were here in this room, but there was—there was something in the hall closet. I knew it was there, but you, you wouldn’t listen. It was some kind of…horrible, horrible…something. I don’t know. Some kind of a demon or something. You wouldn’t listen, and I kept trying to tell you ‘No! Don’t open the closet!’ But you just kept going to open it, and…” Lily shuddered. “I can’t even describe it. I was just so scared, though. I think in my dream, I was so scared that I started…peeing my pants…”
As she said it, her face went red and she trailed off, looking down at herself. With a sudden suspicion of the worst, Angelica reached over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp, then threw back the covers of the bed. There, between Lily’s legs, was a twelve-inch wet patch. It reached from around her crotch down the middle of her thighs and filled in the space between them in an oval-shaped stain on the sheets—Angelica’s sheets. Angelica’s mouth fell open, half out of astonishment and half to protest, when she noticed something else. Right at her crotch, Lily’s pajama pants were not only dark with urine, but still shiny. In addition, the sheets right under her crotch not only were wet, but also had a puddle in them. A puddle which was growing.
Lily was still peeing.
Angelica let out an upset “Oh, Lil!” which started with a sympathetic tone but ended frustrated. Wasn’t one accident enough for one night? But now, to be wetting her bed? Still wetting her bed?
Lily looked up, face red with shame. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she kept saying, but she seemed unable to stop peeing her pants—and Angelica’s sheets. She wedged both hands in her crotch, the material letting out a squelch as she did so, but her urine merely sprayed through her fingers. The puddle grew another inch or so in diameter before the flow tapered off.
Angelica blew her hair out of her eyes and put her hands on her hips in annoyance. Of all the issues with incontinence that Lily had, now bedwetting had to be included as well? Also, seeing Lily’s pajama pants totally sopping with pee made Angelica all the more aware of the fact that her bladder too had filled up in the night. She bounced back and forth from foot to foot, knowing that she should go use the bathroom before going back to sleep. For now, though, they had to take care of this mess. “I’ll go get a new sheet and a towel. We can put the towel over the wet spot on the mattress and the sheet over it. You should probably change out of your pajamas, Lil. You can wear a pair of my underwear.” Angelica realized she was using her no-nonsense tone again, one that often came out post-accident. She turned to get the linens from the hall closet.
Lily cried out in a small voice, “No! No, Angie, not the closet.” Her voice sounded high-pitched, almost a whine.
Angelica stopped and faced Lily again, irritated at the interruption. She rubbed her thighs together. “What’s wrong, Lily? I told you, I need to change the sheet on the bed.” And then go pee!
In the light from the beside lamp, Angelica could see Lily’s face. Her expression was no longer one of embarrassment, but rather of terror. Realization dawned on Angelica, and she looked again at the hall closet as she remembered Lily’s description of her nightmare and of the unspeakable horror that lay therein. Turning back towards Lily, she spoke again, in a softer voice. “It’s okay. I just need to get the towel and sheets. There’s nothing in the closet. It’s okay.” When Lily’s facial expression remained the same, she added, “Here, I’ll show you.”
Angelica took the last step to the closet and faced Lily with a compassionate smile as she used her right hand to pull open the door. Once it was all the way open, she turned back towards the closet to get what she needed, her eyes adjusting to the dark. As they did so, she suddenly gave a gasp and jumped back, feeling a spurt of pee jet into her panties as she did so.
There was something in the closet.
Eyes wide and pupils dilated, Angelica stood still a moment with bated breath before tentatively reaching in to investigate. Whatever it was, in the dark it had looked vaguely like the form of a person standing in the back against the wall. Angelica’s hand stretched out slowly to find out what it was, and in the process, bumped against the shelf on the inside wall of the closet. As it did so, it knocked down a box of clothespins, which fell to the floor with a jarring crash. Angelica yelped again, looking down at the source of the sound. As she looked up again, she saw in a split second something that made adrenaline shoot through her body.
The thing was rushing towards her.
With a scream, Angelica fell backwards onto her butt on the floor. Now that it had lunged forwards and stood there, towering over her, the dark figure could be seen by the light of the lamp in the room. Angelica stared up at the horrifying sight and kept screaming.
It was a man, but with a hideously scarred face. The skin that clung to his emaciated cheekbones was ashen and sickly-looking. The mouth was too wide to be normal, and looked as if it had been sliced open like a nightmarish Cheshire cat. One eye dangled from its socket by viscera, and blood seeped out of the gaping hole. To top it off, the jaw was open wider than humanly possible, fixed in a noiseless feral howl.
Angelica screamed and screamed, sitting on the floor, back up against the wall. Lily also shrieked at Angelica’s reaction, covering her face with the bedspread and releasing her remaining urine into the mattress. Angelica sat there, screaming yet unable to move as this monster stared down at her, and realized that she too had lost bladder control in her fright.
Right away, Angelica felt her panties grow hot and moist from her pee. As her bladder clenched up in fear, she found that her body was not only releasing its urine, but actively expelling it. Her pee sprayed forcefully into her underwear, rapidly saturating her pajama bottoms. Gravity was causing the liquid to pool underneath her rear end, but as her bladder tightened, the pressure of her pee caused it to actually spray upwards in an arc from her crotch. It splattered over her thighs and the carpet, and she could feel her butt growing uncomfortably warm as a puddle spread out around it. Angelica’s body forced her to void her bladder of every drop in pure terror. She had stopped screaming, but couldn’t stop wetting herself until she was empty. By the time she was done, her thighs were wet down to her knees from her pee stream, and there was a sizeable puddle around her bottom, darkening the carpet.
As the grip of fear loosened on Angelica and clarity began to return to her brain, she realized that the awful being leering over her was not moving at all. Moreover, a closer look at the features revealed that the whole thing was nothing more than a life-sized Halloween decoration, albeit a very detailed one. As this fact dawned on her, she noticed something else—a chorus of loud laughter coming down the hall from Patrick’s room. Turning her head that direction, she saw Patrick and his friend coming out into the hall, guffawing loudly. Angelica’s jaw dropped as she figured out what had happened—Patrick had put the zombie mannequin in the closet to scare whoever opened the door, and by bumping the shelf, Angelica had accidentally caused the dummy to fall towards her. Even now, it was only staying up by leaning against the doorjamb.
Patrick pointed at his sister and gave a gleeful “Gotcha, Ange! Haha, that was great! That was seriously the best reaction. Ah, wow, I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of that.” As he spoke, Angelica self-consciously moved her hands to cover her groin, instinctively trying to hide the evidence of her accident from her older brother. This was the second time in twenty-four hours that a practical joke had made her wet herself.
Patrick watched her, the light in his eyes changing for a moment to confusion as he tried to decipher what she was doing. Then the look on his face lit up, and Angelica knew it had clicked in his brain. He began laughing again, this time so hard that he no longer made any sound and his face turned cherry red. His friend stood there, trying to ask him what was so funny, but Patrick was laughing too hard to answer. Instead, he motioned weakly towards Angelica with one hand, his other hand gripping his stomach as he doubled over in a raucous fit of hilarity with tears streaming down his face. Angelica could feel her face reddening, and she punched Patrick in the thigh from where she was sitting. It only had the effect of causing him to stagger backward slightly. As the heat of embarrassment crawled up her neck—combining with the warmth of her urine around her bottom—she knew the only thing left that she could do was to try to get to her feet quickly and retreat to her room. To her dismay, as she did so, her left foot landed with an unpleasant squish in the rapidly cooling puddle she had left in the carpet, causing her to wince. To make matters worse, as she turned away, her soaking wet butt faced in the direction of Patrick and his friend. The material was clearly drenched in a large round stain across her entire rear end, clinging to her skin and accentuating her panty line. Seeing this, Patrick laughed even harder, throwing his head back and putting a hand over his eyes, and his friend realized what had happened and joined in with Patrick.
Angelica stepped briskly into her room and slammed the door behind her wet behind, not looking back. She knew that all the noise had undoubtedly attracted the attention of her parents, and that her mom was surely coming to investigate now. She hung her head as she realized that she would once again have to be faced with her mother’s look of disappointment and astonishment upon finding her daughter with peed pants again. At least this time she could blame someone for it. |
So, as I am writing these, it seems that the average wait per chapter will about about two weeks. So, as promised, here is the next one.
Chapter 4: Pool Party
Of all the seasons, summer was probably Angelica’s least favorite. Not to say she hated it, but it just came in fourth after fall, spring, and winter, respectively. In this way she was the opposite to Lily, who loved summer and the outdoors and doing things outdoors in the summer. Angelica was sure that if Lily were here, she would be having the time of her life. But of course, Lily wasn’t here.
Naturally, the fact that it was a summer night wasn’t by itself why Angelica wasn’t having the time of her life herself here, at a pool party hosted by the Davis family. The primary reason was that somehow, of all the people who had shown up, she seemed to be the only one who hadn’t gotten the memo that it was a pool party. Consequently, while the rest of the people here were having a blast splashing about in the Olympic-sized pool, relaxing in the hot tub, or just strutting about in their trunks or form fitting one- or two-piece bathing suits, she alone was left wearing her gray Downton Abbey T-shirt, green shorts, and tennis shoes. She stood at something of a distance from the edge of the water, hands in pockets, leaning awkwardly against a table laden with various finger foods.
Another reason why she wasn’t having as much of a good time was the fact that she didn’t know most of the people here. Brenda Davis had recently been accepted into Princeton University, and to celebrate, she had apparently invited everyone she knew to this party. There were probably at least fifty people here already, and more continued trickling in as time went on. Angelica had never been that close to Brenda—they had gone to middle school together, but that was about it—and as a result, was a complete stranger to most of what she assumed were Brenda’s current friends. They seemed mainly to be college age, probably a year or two older than Angelica herself, who had just graduated from high school the year before but had taken a year off before college to work and save money first. The sensation of being the small fish in the pond, the bottom of the totem pole—with the accompanying judgmental, catty looks from toned, high-cheekboned girls in bikinis and the creepy, leering stares from shirtless guys high on their own testosterone and looking for some fresh conquest—left her feeling repulsed and isolated. It didn’t help that enough of the guests were evidently old enough to buy alcohol (at least Angelica hoped they bought it legally) which was now being shared openly, no one caring about being underage or not. Twice already guys had come up to her offering her a beer. When the second one hadn’t wanted to take no for an answer, goading her until some of his friends finally told him to back off, she had slipped away to her present position on the outskirts of the yard, hoping to remain unseen. Ever since the incident at the haunted house the year before, she made sure to carry pepper spray with her, but she had never had to use it, and she hoped a party at a friend’s house wouldn’t have to be the place to break it in. Now by herself, but bored, she absentmindedly crossed her arms and blew her brown bangs out of her eyes.
Of course, the deepest reason why Angelica wasn’t enjoying her time here, and the one she would never admit, was because of what had happened the last time she had been here.
Middle-schooler Angelica was super excited to be invited to a POOL PARTY. The very name sounded like just about the coolest thing ever. Brenda Davis, a classmate of hers, had invited about one third of her classmates over for her birthday party, and her family had an in-ground pool. Angelica felt both thrilled and a little full of herself for being cool enough to be invited. She figured she knew Brenda well enough: they had had lunch at the same table sometimes, and had talked on bus rides, and now look how it paid off. Stupid Shelly Price and her stupid gang of fawning suck-ups could shrivel up and die from envy, for all she cared. They weren’t here, were they.
Angelica had brought her swimsuit and towel separately and was currently carrying them in a plastic Wal-Mart bag. She was wearing white Bermuda shorts and a red tank top with flip-flops and had her shoulder-length brown hair in a ponytail. Her plan was to change into her swimsuit as soon as she could and join in the fun everyone would be having splashing, diving, swimming, and playing tag and Marco Polo. She had just been dropped off by her mom and was now ringing the doorbell at the Davis household. The mid-afternoon sunlight was shining in her eyes from off to her right, and she turned her head down to avoid being blinded by it. After a few moments of antsy waiting, Brenda’s mom opened the door and let her in. The party, it seemed, was already in full swing.
Angelica immediately rushed to the bathroom to change clothes. While there, in a rush to get to the pool, she didn’t take the time to actually go to the bathroom. It was fine, though. She didn’t really need to go right now.
Once in her bright blue one-piece, with her yellow sunflowers towel in hand, barefoot Angelica zoomed down the hallway to the back door, intent on making a beeline directly into a cannonball. She only stopped briefly when she saw the assortment of sodas on the table. One hurriedly downed cup of ginger ale later, she resumed her Sonic the Hedgehog impression and dove right in. This had to be the coolest party ever.
Current-day Angelica thought back to her younger naïveté with a sense of grim embarrassment. It had seemed like that would be the greatest day and that nothing could go wrong. Hah. Little did she know.
And now, of course, here she was again. Looking around at the yard, it appeared as though not much had changed since that last time she was here. The pool, obviously, couldn’t exactly be modified, but the lawn furniture was in its same place, the volleyball net further off to the side of the yard, the rope swing on the tree…even the very old playhouse, likely left over from when Brenda and her sisters were very small, still in its place in the little copse by the fence. It had already been overgrown when Angelica had been here as a middle schooler, and, if it was possible, it looked even more ramshackle now. She winced internally at the memory that that playhouse held for her. The only major difference was that now a door had been put into the six-foot fence, most likely leading to the street. Sighing, she checked the time on her phone. She hadn’t even been here for an hour yet, and Patrick was supposed to pick her up in another two and a half hours, if he came on time. But he was apparently on a date, and had never been too punctual even while single, so he’d probably be later than that. Angelica rolled her eyes. Now that she had some money of her own, maybe she should look into getting her own car so she didn’t have to work around her family’s schedule.
Well, she couldn’t spend the whole time just moping by herself. At the very least, maybe she could find someone here to talk to. Standing up straight and slipping her phone back in her pocket, she began idly meandering closer to the pool, looking for anyone she recognized and eavesdropping for conversations that sounded interesting. As she did so, she languidly picked up a can of Arizona Kiwi Strawberry from the refreshments table and popped it open. It didn’t look like there was any ginger ale. Casually sipping, she made her way past the various conversations and cliques, making sure to still stay far enough from the pool to keep from being splashed.
Eventually she came to a group of three girls, seemingly several years older than herself, sitting on canvas chairs and talking amongst themselves. Nothing about them seemed particularly inviting, but there were two empty chairs in their circle, so Angelica figured she might as well try to join. Slowly approaching, she pulled the closer empty chair out and sat in it, eyeing the girls’ reactions. Rather than getting up and leaving or telling her the spot was taken, they merely gave one look in her direction before resuming their conversation as though Angelica weren’t even there. Feeling awkward at the lack of acknowledgment, Angelica simply sat, listening and drinking her Arizona.
“Yeah, so he told me that next year I’m gonna have to take Econ 201, but that the professor is awful. Like, you can’t ever know what to study for. He never teaches on what’s on the test.” The girl speaking had long blonde hair and a yellow one-piece swimsuit with long, toned legs and painted toenails.
“That sucks. Why do you have to take that class at all?” This from one of the other two, a black girl in a green bikini.
“It’s ’cause I’m majoring in business, you know. Same old BS as always.” The blonde took a sip from her beer bottle, and Angelica noticed, a bit self-consciously, that all three of them were drinking. “Yeah, so, like, whatever. You know? Just gotta get it over with.”
The black girl shook her head in agreement. “Yeah, I know. I’m thinking of changing my major, just because of that kind of thing.”
The third girl, a brunette with hair a little lighter than Angelica’s, said nothing but sat and sipped her beer. In the lull of the conversation, the blonde turned to Angelica and, for the first time, addressed her. “What about you? You in college?”
Angelica was in the middle of a sip and hurriedly finished. “Uh, no. No, I, uh, I graduated from high school last year, but I’ve just been working since then.”
“Oh, cool. You think you’ll go to college?”
“Yeah, I plan to, yeah.”
“Any idea what you’ll major in?”
“…not yet.”
“Mm, yeah. Well, take it from me. Figure that crap out early, before you waste time and money and student loans on something that you change your mind about later.” She downed the rest of her beer and burped. “I’m gonna go get another beer. Anyone want one?” The other two shook their heads as the brunette took another swig. “What about you, you want one?” She spoke to Angelica.
Angelica felt her neck warming with discomfort. She was intimidated by the older girls, but at the same time could hear every lesson and after-school special on peer pressure coming up in her memory. Finally she managed, “No thanks, I, I don’t drink.”
The blonde laughed. “No? I mean, here’s your chance. It’s not like your mom’s here. How do you think you’re gonna get through college?” This prompted a chuckle from the other two.
Angelica knew that they were probably just having a cheap laugh at her expense, but nonetheless felt her face grow warm with self-consciousness. In contrast, though, a sense of irritation rose up inside her at being patronized. The hair on the back of her neck bristled, and before she knew it, she blurted out, “I just don’t see any reason to make myself stupider, thanks.”
As the words left her lips, she shocked herself with how bluntly they came out. All three girls’ faces registered expressions of bemused surprise at this feisty outsider. They looked at each other for a moment, then back at Angelica, before bursting out laughing. The blonde good-naturedly punched Angelica’s shoulder with the hand that held her beer bottle. “Hey, you know what? Good for you. You keep up that kinda straight-and-narrow attitude in college, and you’ll end up going places. Maybe we’ll even wind up working for you someday, instead of a sucky fast food job. I’m Carly, by the way.”
Angelica’s discomfort had begun to soften when the blonde—Carly, apparently—had first started laughing, and now she could feel a smile pulling up one corner of her mouth. “Angelica.” She stuck out her hand, immediately realized that Carly’s was still holding the beer bottle, withdrew it, apologized, and laughed nervously, sparking an equal response from Carly and her friends. Once Carly had stepped away, Angelica learned that the black girl was named Shanise and the brunette was Macy.
Carly returned a minute later with a beer bottle in one hand and another Arizona tea can in the other. With no explanation, she shoved the can toward Angelica. Angelica slowly took it from her, a look of slight confusion on her face. Carly merely answered flatly, “Here, I got you another one.”
Angelica gave a mumbled “thanks” and, realizing that her first can of Arizona was nearly empty, drained it at a gulp and then popped open the new can. She felt a little abashed at how she had just accidentally insulted Carly to her face, but then she had responded to it by getting her another drink as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It seemed that maybe college had an effect of making you learn how to roll with the punches—a far cry from the drama of high school. Sipping on her new can, Angelica pondered on how a “live and let live” attitude would be nice to get from others, but difficult to have herself. A time of adjustment lay before her; starting tonight, evidently.
Carly, Shanise, and Macy resumed their conversation, with Macy only occasionally speaking up and Angelica sometimes chipping in. While not the sort of crowd she would typically hang out with, Angelica did give a sigh of gratitude at having a much better way of passing the time now. She found herself smiling and laughing along with the other three girls as they bantered about their lives, school, favorite TV shows, and such. In the back of her mind, though, Angelica was not fully at ease. She could feel a dark cloud of memory preventing her from fully enjoying the conversation. Despite efforts to the contrary, her mind kept straying back to the last time she had been at a party here, and what ended up happening then.
Middle-schooler Angelica slouched dejectedly in the back seat of her parents’ car. She knew her mom was still talking to Brenda’s mom about her, and she didn’t want to hear any of it. Her face was still red and her eyes puffy from crying. Shuffling in her seat, she tried to adjust her jean cutoff shorts. She wasn’t used to wearing anything this short, partly because she didn’t actually own anything this short. These were a pair of Brenda’s shorts, worn over her swimsuit and borrowed at a moment’s notice from the Davis family. It also didn’t help that her swimsuit was still damp. Angelica’s own clothes were balled up and wrapped tightly in a plastic bag and sitting on the floor of the seat next to her. She wiped her nose and averted her gaze. Even though the bag was barely visible in the dark interior, the less she was reminded of tonight, the better.
She could hear the muted conversation between her mom and Brenda’s mom come to an end and the sound of her mom’s footsteps nearing the car. Feeling a sense of humiliation wash over her afresh, she turned her head to stare out the window. Her mom opened the door, causing the interior car lights to turn on and a breeze to blow inside. The sudden rush of fresh air only served to make Angelica realize how much the smell from the bag had filled the car.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, her mom wordlessly started the car, turned on the headlights, and began backing out of the driveway. They proceeded in silence for a few minutes before she finally broke the silence, “Ange, sweetie, do you want to stop anywhere on the way home? I could take you to In & Out and get you a milkshake. Would you like that?”
Without turning her head, Angelica mumbled back in a congested voice, “No, let’s just go home.”
She wondered if her mom was upset at her, as she could feel her watching her in the rearview mirror. Still, she would rather continue in silence than try to clear the air. She sat with her head leaning against the car door, watching the streetlights pass by. Eventually her mom spoke up, this time in a softer voice. “You know, Ange, accidents happen. It’s okay. It could’ve happened to anyone. Tomorrow the whole thing will be behind us and we never have to talk about it again. It doesn’t even have to leave this car.”
For the first time, Angelica turned to face her mother’s gaze in the mirror. Her voice came out with a crack. “You mean it? You won’t tell Dad?”
She could see her mom’s eyes squint with a smile. “No. It can be just between us. I’ll make sure to clean up your clothes and get those shorts back to Grace.” Angelica assumed that Grace was Brenda’s mother’s name.
The closest feeling to emotional relief (she had experienced a different kind of relief earlier) that Angelica felt that night began to blossom inside her. All the tension, embarrassment, anger, angst, and humiliation that she had gone through began subsiding. Tomorrow would be better, she was sure. At the same time, though, she knew that this night would be burned into her memory for a very long, long time.
Current-day Angelica had her thoughts pulled back to the present and realized she had been tuning out the conversation around her for a little while. Carly was staring at her and asking something. She waved her hand in front of Angelica’s face. “Earth to Angelica. Did you hear what I said?”
Angelica gave her head a small shake to snap herself out of her trance and answered, “Yeah. Sorry. I just got lost in thought for a bit there.”
Carly laughed. “Yeah, I noticed. The three of us are gonna go back in the pool now. You wanna join?”
Angelica gave a half-hearted smile. “Thanks, but I, I didn’t bring my swimsuit. I didn’t know it was going to be a pool party.”
Carly blew out a breath. “That sucks. Oh well. Nice meeting you!” Then she turned and slipped gracefully into the pool. The water was an inviting blue, lit up from underneath by pool lights which silhouetted the swimmers and illuminated the layer of steam on the surface. As Shanise and Macy both also said bye and followed Carly, Angelica was left alone again. Settling back on her canvas chair, she tilted her head back, draining the rest of her second Arizona. She gave out a sigh and pulled out her phone again. After a few moments of bouncing from app to app, she realized she was just trying to while away the time and slipped the phone back in her pocket. Taking a breath, she raised her head and looked around in either direction, trying to find anyone she recognized. On not seeing anyone at first glance, she pulled herself off the chair and strolled towards the nearest trash bin to throw out her cans.
Once there, her attention was drawn to a cluster forming off to her side, nearer to the house. In curiosity, Angelica began to approach, trying to sort out the sea of faces illuminated by the yard lights. Drawing nearer, she saw that Brenda Davis had stepped outside, and now her friends were thronging her with congratulations. Brenda—that was someone that Angelica knew, at least, a little. Maybe she could stick around her. As she stepped closer, she put on a big smile and said, “Brenda! Congratulations!”
Brenda replied warmly, “Angelica! Thank you! Thanks for coming.” She pulled Angelica into a one-armed hug, given the lack of personal space.
Angelica tried to make conversation. “So, excited? Princeton’s a big deal! What’ll you be studying?”
“Hi, thanks. Thank you. Oh, sorry, Angelica, what’d you say?” Brenda was clearly distracted by her many invitees and well-wishers.
“I said, what will you be studying?” As she said it, Brenda went in for a hug to a guy holding a Budweiser.
“Oh, uh—thank you!—bio engineering. Hey, Sean! You came!” And with that, she stepped away to continue greeting people, and a girl in a swimsuit with a towel over her shoulders filled in the gap between Brenda and Angelica.
Angelica sighed. So much for that idea. As she slinked off from Brenda’s miniature paparazzi to go get another drink, she noticed her bladder give her a slight tingle. By itself, it meant very little, of course. But given where she was, it served rather to rekindle her memory.
Middle-schooler Angelica was having the best time possible. She and the rest of her classmates had had burgers off the grill, chips, and soda. Then, after waiting at least fifteen minutes (Brenda’s mom had insisted), she had joined the giggling hordes of youngsters flocking the pool. Cannonballing, diving, reverse leapfrog (where instead of jumping over each other’s backs, you swim between each other’s legs), and all other kinds of games followed.
After a while, of course, the general energy began to abate, and various of the guests began to tire of the water and slip out of the pool. Some returned to snacking—making sure not to eat too much before the birthday cake was served—while others retreated indoors to chat, read, or play on the PlayStation. Angelica was still in the pool, floating by holding onto a pool noodle and lazily paddling her legs.
Of course, like most kids her age, she jumped at the chance to have soda on tap and had drunk at least several full cups of it. Being in the pool had gotten most of the burping out of her, but now, as she was suspended in the warm water, she felt signals coming from her lower abdomen. She knew she’d have to make sure to leave the pool and use the bathroom. With her thoughts to herself, she contemplated briefly the idea of just letting loose where she was. Naturally, she had heard of people peeing in the pool before, but the thought of it disgusted her. Ew, no. She’d just make sure to use the toilet after she got out.
At that moment, though, Brenda stepped out of the house with two other friends, carrying a volleyball. She called out, in a voice loud enough for most of the party to hear, “Hey! Everybody! Volleyball game before it gets too dark! Who’s in?”
Several eager voices chimed out, and Angelica’s classmates began to rally towards where the volleyball net was set up. A game sounded like a lot of fun to Angelica, so she raised a hand and shouted, “Me! I’m in!” Hurriedly and awkwardly she sloshed to the edge of the pool and pulled herself up with the ladder, feeling the effects of the sudden loss of buoyancy.
Brenda responded, somewhat to Angelica but also somewhat in general, “Everyone who’s in, meet over at the court.” She began walking in that direction.
Angelica quickly located her towel and started working over her body. Pool water was dripping off every part of her and making a puddle on the tiles. Now out of the water, the late afternoon air made her damp swimsuit very chilly, and her teeth began chattering on their own. She quickly scanned the edge of the house to see where she had set her bag of clothes. Once it was located, nervous that the game would start without her, she dashed to the bag and called over her shoulder, “Just a minute! I’m going to change back into my clothes first.” And with that, towel wrapped around her, she ducked back indoors.
Slipping determinedly down the hallway, Angelica came to the bathroom and pulled on the door handle. It wouldn’t open. She tried it again, harder, before hearing an annoyed boy’s voice come from inside, “Someone’s in here!” Feeling herself blush, she gave back a flustered “Sorry!” and let go of the doorknob. Turning and looking around, she found that the bathroom was off the corridor that ended in what looked like Brenda’s or one of her sisters’ bedroom. Still in a rush, Angelica peered in to the dark interior, and, once satisfied that it was empty, stole inside and closed and locked the door.
As quickly as she could, she put the towel under her, peeled off her swimsuit, and donned her underwear, shorts, and tank top. Now that she was in dry clothes again, she began to feel a bit warmer already. She gave one last squeeze to her hair with her towel before balling it and her swimsuit up and putting them back in the bag. Then, slipping her flip-flops back on, she unlocked the door and briskly returned the way she had come.
Once back outside, Angelica tossed her bag back where it was before, against the wall of the house. The volleyball game hadn’t waited for her long, apparently, as the team picks were already in swing, but she wasn’t too late to jump in. As she did so, smiling widely, she realized that in her rush, she hadn’t actually gone to the bathroom. Well…it was fine, probably. She would just have to wait, is all.
Current-day Angelica brought her thoughts back to the present. As a middle schooler, she hadn’t been as prudent about paying attention to her bladder’s signals. However, ever since meeting Lily Wells a couple of years back, she had grown more attentive to such things. It didn’t help that the reason why she had grown more aware of the state of her bladder was from having accidents herself—on multiple separate occasions. Now that she thought about it, it did always seem to be when she was with Lily. Granted, that didn’t mean much now, considering how often they were together, being best friends—but the fact that she had peed herself when she first met Lily, and then not again until the next time she ran into Lily, a year later...now that seemed like it couldn’t be a coincidence.
The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable Angelica found it was making her. Not only the discomfort of thinking of her best friend as almost a kind of bad luck charm, but also the discomfort lower down, as her bladder filled up. Angelica looked at the can in her hand, the third Arizona tea she had had tonight. She didn’t even like Arizona tea that much. She had mainly been drinking it out of boredom, and the fact that basically all the other beverages were alcoholic. Shaking the can back and forth in her hand, she estimated that there was about one third of it left. She checked the label. 20 oz. Two and two thirds times twenty…that’d be about fifty-some odd ounces. That…that was a lot. She’d probably be wise to go and take care of business now.
Stirring from where she had been standing idly off from the pool closer by the gate in the fence, she walked around the pool’s tiles to the patio and down the path connecting it to the back door. Stepping up the three steps that led to the stoop, she took hold of the knob and twisted.
It didn’t move.
Furrowing her brow, Angelica tried again. The knob wouldn’t budge. It had clearly been locked from the inside. She peered in through the window beside the door as best she could. From what she could see, the interior was still fairly lit. Why had they locked the door? Granted, from what she could tell, this party was meant to be confined to the back yard, but shouldn’t the door be open for those who needed to use the bathroom, you know, like she did right now? In frustration, she knocked on the door. After waiting nearly ten seconds with no sign of response from inside, she tried again, harder. This time, as she did, she immediately turned to look over her shoulder, feeling a little self-conscious about potentially drawing attention to herself. Thankfully, as far as she could tell, nobody had noticed. She went back to waiting, but again, there was no response.
After trying the doorknob one more time, Angelica stepped back down and stared at the house. Surely, locking the door had been an oversight. If she could find Brenda, Brenda could probably let her back into the house. She raised her head up and roved her eyes back and forth over the numerous faces. It was difficult to identify anyone in the low light, but after about half a minute with no luck, she began walking towards where the party was happening to try to find Brenda. As she did so, she also pulled out her phone to text Brenda. Her bladder’s signals were getting stronger.
She scrolled through her text conversations until she found Brenda’s, the last text being an invite to the party she was now at. Alternately looking at her screen and up at the faces around her, Angelica typed out her message.
Hey, Brenda
Where are you? Your house is locked.
She stood still after sending the message for several moments, waiting for a response. After it became clear she would not receive one immediately, she blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes and went back to searching among the partygoers. Seriously, how could the door be locked at a party? There was no way she could be the only one who would need a toilet, not with all the booze flowing. Her eyes flitted about all the people in and around the pool, and she had a sudden and unpleasant realization. There were probably others who tried the door and found it locked, but rather than make an issue out of it, they just went back into the pool and…ugh. She wrinkled her face in disgust. Good thing she didn’t bring anything to swim in, after all.
Of course, she would be the one who got the short end of the stick, though. Ugh, why did the door have to be locked? And why wasn’t Brenda answering? She had to pee! The memory of that day back in middle school resurfaced, refusing to be ignored, despite her best efforts to repress it.
Middle-schooler Angelica sulked off in the trees by the fence. It was dark by now, though light by the house where everyone was gathered. Everyone but her, of course. She was doing her best to stay out of sight. The sounds of her classmates laughing and making noise as they eagerly ate Brenda’s birthday cake drifted over to her. Soon, she knew, Brenda would start opening her gifts, including the Owl City CD that Angelica had brought for her. When that point came, she didn’t know how she would stay hidden anymore. That didn’t stop her from hiding while she could, though.
Shifting her weight where she was hunched in a crouch by the playhouse, Angelica could feel her shorts squelch uncomfortably underneath her. She had already cried quietly for some time, after which her tears dried, leaving her cheeks sticky and her eyes burning. Since the initial shock, she had continued intermittently to burst out afresh into fearful, self-conscious short fits of pitiful silent sobs. Feeling the wetness press coldly against her skin again, her eyes once again welled up. She couldn’t remember feeling more humiliated in her life.
She had been hiding out among the trees for what seemed like forever, though it was probably a little less than an hour. During that time, her shorts had of course had a chance to dry out somewhat, but as her bladder had continued to fill, Angelica had found herself emptying it again into her clothes, unwilling to venture out and expose herself. The first time, she had tried to hold back, only to suddenly lose control again with a little gasp and feel her urine streaming hotly down her legs and over her feet, rewetting her flip-flops and puddling in the ivy groundcover. After that, she switched to crouching, where it was easier not only to stay hidden, but also to contain her mess. She kept wetting herself periodically, every time she felt the urge to go again. She did so now.
Her shorts went warm again at the crotch and spreading down under the seat of her shorts. A moment later, she could hear the telltale sound of her pee splattering in the leaves under her rear end. The front of her shorts was still damp, though not as obviously wet by now, but she could only imagine how the back looked. She could feel her face flushing hot with embarrassment as she wondered if the white fabric was now see-through or not, and if her yellow underwear could be seen. And…there were boys at this party. Another sob of embarrassment and self-pity caught in her throat and the tears spilled out of her eyes before she was able to stop the flow…both flows.
She could see at a distance that Brenda was now opening her presents. Her heartrate increased as she knew that it was now only a matter of time. Her breathing coarse, she watched. It was agony, not knowing when Brenda would pick her gift. Her thoughts drifted to those sentenced to death in the concentration camps in Russia, and wondered whether it was better to be picked first or last. She couldn’t decide.
As it would turn out, though, Brenda picked her gift third. Angelica could see as Brenda and her mom looked about the group of middle schoolers, unable to find her. Then she saw James stand and whisper to Brenda’s mom. James—so he hadn’t told anyone after all. That at least was something of a relief.
Brenda’s mom began walking out into the yard, and Angelica could make out that she was calling her name. Giving one final pained sigh, she stood from where she was hidden behind the playhouse. As she did so, her pee trickled from the seat of her shorts down the backs of her thighs. She winced and felt her face burning. She was about to give a weak response, but by then Brenda’s mom had seen her. Angelica could also tell, to her dismay, that the rest of her classmates were all watching intently in her direction.
Brenda’s mom walked up to her. “Angelica, what are you doing over here? Are you okay?”
Angelica couldn’t answer. She merely dropped her gaze and shook her head, tears on her cheeks. She could hear Brenda’s mom step up to her, then around behind. Angelica just stood, knowing that her wet bottom was on clear display. She knew the moment Brenda’s mom saw it, because she heard her give out a low “oooohhhhh, Angelica. You wet yourself.”
Angelica could feel her shoulders shaking as sobs began to course through her again. Brenda’s mom took hold of her gently by the shoulders and said quietly, “Don’t worry, dear. I’ll call your mom and have her come pick you up. Give me a minute and I’ll take care of this. I’ll make sure no one sees you.”
It was possibly the best news Angelica could have heard. Unfortunately, it did little at this stage to quell her dejectedness. She stood there still, cold and wet, as Brenda’s mom retreated to the party and began corralling the guests into the house. Alone once more, Angelica let out a plaintive sigh. If it hadn’t been for that stupid door being locked, none of this would’ve happened.
Current-day Angelica sat on one of the canvas chairs, leaning forward. What were the odds that the same door would be denying her a bathroom again? Her bladder was full enough to be uncomfortable now, and she didn’t have any good way of taking her mind off it. Her first texts to Brenda had gone unanswered, so she had followed them up with two more, each separated by a minute or two, before deciding to wait a little longer so she didn’t seem like a nag—or too desperate. She was now rocking backward and forward slightly, trying to keep the pressure off her abdomen.
With a sudden insight, she turned her phone’s screen back on and found her brother in her contacts. She pressed the call button and held the phone to her ear, waiting. After several rings, during which she was afraid it would just go to voicemail, she heard the static sound of the phone being answered, and then Patrick’s voice, “What’s up, Ange?”
“Hi, Patrick. Yeah, where are you?”
Silence. Then, “I’m in the middle of dinner with Liz. What do you need?”
Angelica felt somewhat sheepish. “Is there any way you could come pick me up?”
There was random noise coming from the other end, and Angelica guessed that Patrick had stood up and walked somewhere quieter. His voice came again, with an edge of concern to it. “Are you okay, Ange? Is anyone harassing you there?”
“No! No, no, no, I’m…I’m fine. It’s just…I think I’m probably done for the night.”
“You’re sure you’re fine?” Like most big brothers, Patrick was often a royal pain—but Angelica knew he absolutely had her back.
“Yes, I’m fine. Trust me.” Angelica put on a lilting voice, trying to assuage her brother’s protective instincts.
“Okay, if you say so. But if you need it, just say the word and I’ll come out and break some faces.”
Angelica put a hand on her face. “I know. But seriously, I’m fine. How soon can you be here?”
There was a pause. “Well, I mean, I’m still with Liz.”
Angelica felt a little abashed now. “I, uh, I know. I guess I was just wondering…” She trailed off.
“Maybe…forty-five minutes?”
Angelica weighed the option in her head. A forty-five-minute wait, at least, plus the time it would take to drive home—it would be well over an hour. Not short enough to be a good option. She felt silly for even bringing it up, knowing that now Patrick’s curiosity would be piqued about why she was so eager to get home. “You know what, never mind. It’s okay. Just come when you were going to.”
Patrick gave a confused laugh. “Uh, okay? Sure. You’re sure everything’s all right?”
“Yes, everything is fine. Have a great time with Liz, kay?”
“All right, thanks. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you later, then, I guess.”
“Yup. Bye.”
Angelica pulled the phone away from her face and pushed the end call button. So, heading home was a no-go. Where was Brenda? She scanned the crowd again, but to no avail. Her bladder was by now uncomfortably full. Maybe if she could find Carly again, she would know where Brenda went. Angelica’s eyes went back to scanning the crowd, this time for one of the three girls she had talked to before. She rocked back and forth on her feet as she did so, hands in her pockets. It was getting harder to stand still.
Mere moments later, however, she felt her phone buzz. Excitedly, she pulled it back out and checked the screen. Brenda had texted her back, finally. Opening the text, she read Brenda’s reply.
Hey Angelica, sorry, I had to head out with
my mom to grab some food for tonight real quick.
We should be back in maybe 30 min.
Angelica frowned at the phone. So…why was the door locked? It seemed kind of dumb to abandon your house at your own party. Suppressing her annoyance, she typed back.
Why is your house locked, though?
Is no one home?
A few seconds later, Brenda answered.
My dad should be home. Have you tried
knocking?
Angelica had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. Wish I’d thought of that.
Yes, I tried. No one answered.
I’ll text him to let you in.
Angelica exhaled with relief and began to casually make her way over to the back door to wait for it to open. Her need for a toilet was steadily increasing, and whereas she wasn’t quite in the danger area yet, she knew that she was rapidly approaching it. She squeezed her thighs together, the material of her shorts rubbing against itself. As her bladder began to hurt, she consoled herself with the prospect of relief being near. Unfortunately, she was also reminded of how it had felt for her last time.
Middle-schooler Angelica was starting to not have quite as much fun. She had made it to the volleyball game in time to not be picked last, but her team had definitely been the worse of the two and lost two games in a row. Now they were in their third, but most of the players on both sides didn’t seem to really be into it anymore.
That alone was not the reason she was not having as much fun now, however. Since she had not had a chance to go to the bathroom earlier, her need to go had been getting steadily greater. All the soda she had had was now making its voice heard in her lower abdomen, and it was making it hard to focus on the game. She had to pee, but she didn’t want to leave in the middle of playing. Instead, she would take the opportunity during lulls in the action (of which there were many, since most of the players were bad at serving) to bend over or rock back and forth on her legs. Now that they were in their third game, though, she had to do it increasingly often and intersperse it with rubbing her thighs. She knew she looked very fidgety, but she still felt embarrassed at the idea of admitting that she needed the bathroom.
As time went on and the score looked increasingly grim, Angelica seriously considered simply abandoning the game altogether. It wasn’t as if they were going to win, anyhow. Moreover, the sun was setting and it was getting harder to see in the dim light. At least the darkness afforded her more opportunity to do her pee-pee dance in place. Surely, if anyone’s attention were drawn to it, it would be nearly impossible at this point to deny the root cause of her hyperactivity.
Just when she was feeling as if she could take it no longer, the announcement came from one of the young people from the other side of the yard that the fire was now ready for s’mores. Peering in that direction, Angelica could see the friendly orange glow of flames in a portable firepit. Already most of the guests were surrounding it, marshmallows on skewers. A table had been set up next to it, stacked with bags of marshmallows, boxes of graham crackers, and mounds of Hershey’s bars.
Once the announcement went out, about half of the volleyball players immediately ditched the court and bounded for the fire, laughing as they went. With the game now unable to continue, the rest of the players began following towards the firepit at a slower pace, some of the ones on the winning team grumbling as they did so. Now was Angelica’s chance. Briskly, but not so fast as to be conspicuous, she cut across the yard toward the back door. Up the three steps, she gave the doorknob a turn—
Locked.
She swiveled her head back toward the fire. From what she could tell, neither Brenda’s mom or dad was there. So, no one to ask to let her in. Then why was the door locked at all? Turning back to the house, she tried to look in through the window. It was still lit indoors, so someone must be inside. She knocked lightly on the door and waited, listening closely for any sound of someone approaching.
She heard nothing.
After waiting long enough to feel she had been polite, Angelica knocked again, louder this time. Still nothing. She switched from her knuckles to her fist and pounded on the door, trying to be heard. With her other hand, she twisted on the doorknob again.
Her bladder tensed up and she had to clench her thighs closed. She waited twenty more seconds, pounded again, and waited again, peering in the window. Couldn’t they hear her inside? Well, if she waited, of course someone was bound to come back out soon and check on all the middle-schoolers left alone with fire. Right? She turned around and leaned one hand on the railing by the door, chewing her lip and wiggling her legs. She would just have to wait…
…but how long?
Angelica kept telling herself that someone surely would unlock the door soon, surely it would be soon—but it had probably been five minutes by now, and she was still standing here. Sweat began to break out on her forehead as she shuffled her thighs back and forth, then open and closed. She really had to pee! Glancing over at the bag with her swim things in it, she remembered her disdain earlier at the idea of peeing in the pool. She couldn’t care less about it now. If she were still wearing her swimsuit, she would dive in and let fly in a heartbeat.
Her eyes darted back to the crowd by the fire, who seemed to all be enjoying themselves immensely, completely oblivious to her plight. Perhaps she should join them. It would help to get her mind off her bladder, after all. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she hopped down the three steps and started making her way over to the fire.
Almost immediately, though, she thought better of it. There was no way she could stand there among all her classmates and try to be casual when she had to go this bad. Did none of them need a toilet? Why was she the only unlucky one? If she tried to join in with the rest of them in roasting marshmallows, she would be fidgeting and bouncing the whole time, in clear view by the firelight. No. That was a bad idea. Without even pausing, she made a sharp left and wandered back by the volleyball net, in the darkened half of the yard. She had to keep moving to keep from bursting. As she strode determinedly, she kept her hands in her pockets—partly to look casual, but also, though she didn’t want to admit it to herself, partly to keep from grabbing herself. Her bladder was tingly and in pain now, and as she licked her lips nervously, she just wished that someone would open the door already.
Current-day Angelica was getting impatient. Needles were tingling in her lower abdomen now, and it was virtually impossible to stand still. She did a kind of rocking-in-place-pace, phone in her hand, waiting urgently for Brenda to report that her dad was unlocking the door as she spoke. It had been several minutes, though, and Angelica had heard nothing back. Thinking that maybe it was already done, she went back to the back door and tried it again, with no luck. She also tried knocking again, but with the same complete lack of response as before.
Still, she knew that relief was coming. She would be fine. It wouldn’t be like last time…ugh, it was getting harder and harder to keep that day out of her mind. At least none of her schoolmates had ever found out about it. That would have been absolutely mortifying. She wondered what it would have been like if they had—but no, best not to think about that.
She checked her phone again to see if she had missed anything, even though it had never left her hand. Nothing. She considered texting Brenda again, but then thought that she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself, and after vacillating a moment, decided against it. She’d wait. She would be fine.
That was another thing. Lily wasn’t here. Angelica’s more recent bladder problems had all been in tandem with Lily’s. So she’d be fine. It wasn’t as if she could have a pee accident by herself, after all. It was together. It was together or not at all, and they weren’t together, were they? So it would be not at all.
Thoughts like this flew haphazardly through Angelica’s brain like sparks from a fire. She knew, deep down in the rational part of her brain, that her reasoning made no sense whatsoever. But for now, with her pee swelling up inside her like a stormy ocean, Lily’s absence felt like the far-off light on the shore—offering no safety, only a lifeline of hope. As long as she could keep it in sight, she knew she could make it.
The storm waves, however, were rising, and Angelica, in spite of her hope, was getting increasingly nervous. Was there anywhere else she could go? She remembered when she first met Lily, and how she had had the chance to go pee in the woods, but didn’t think of it. With more experience learned the hard way, she would gladly and readily take such an opportunity now, if it existed. But Brenda lived in the suburbs, and the door in the fence led to the street. There was nowhere nearby that could afford privacy, and it was all private residential property, so no stores which could have a bathroom. She entertained the thought of knocking on a random stranger’s door and asking to use their toilet, then thought that the likelihood of them letting her in, when she had clearly just come from the party where alcohol was obviously flowing freely, was slim at best.
Just then, her phone buzzed again. It was another text from Brenda. Opening it, Angelica read it.
Hey, so my dad apparently also stepped
out. He went to pick up some charcoal for
a firepit. Sorry about that.
We’re probably closer than he is. Maybe
25 min?
Just great. So no one was home? The only option, then was to wait. Angelica wanted to reply in irritation that Brenda had said thirty minutes over ten minutes ago, but she knew there was no point. Turning off her phone impatiently without replying, she gave herself a full-body shake to try to calm her nerves. She would just have to wait, so that’s what she would do. She would be fine. Of course she would be fine. Nothing to worry about at all.
Her bladder was still stinging and prickling, and Angelica could feel the pressure put on it by her shorts. Looking down, there was a visible bulge. The temptation to unbutton her shorts to relieve the pressure crossed her mind, and she had to fight very hard to resist it. She suspected that if she gave in, her mind would subconsciously interpret it as a sign that relief was imminent and her ability to hold back would abate rapidly. No. Better to act as if she didn’t have to pee at all.
See, that’s it. Fine, just fine. She could do this for hours. Her crotch was burning. No, there was no urgency. She could wait. Tension spread around her groin down into her thighs, making her toes curl. She could just stand still and not think about it. She couldn’t stand still, but instead found herself bouncing in place. No! She’d be fine—Lily wasn’t here! She wouldn’t wet her pants! She wouldn’t!
Just then, her internal reverie was intruded upon. A face she didn’t recognize was approaching her, attached to a gangly young man, probably about her age. He gave an awkward wave hello and a kind of nerdy grin. “Hi, Angelica, right? It’s good to see you again.”
Angelica was displeased at the interruption. Granted, he seemed harmless enough, not obviously hitting on her, like some of the guys had. But she was in no state to have a conversation now! Surely the fact that she was pacing by herself in the dark should have given that away? She forced a fake smile, brushing her hair behind her ear, and tried to quell her fidgeting. “Hey! Yeah, that’s me. And you…are…?”
The young man’s face lit up in surprise and he pointed to himself, as if he were amazed that anyone would ask his name. “Oh me? Me? I’m, I’m James. You remember? We, we used to be in the eighth grade together.”
Now that he had introduced himself, Angelica could see the resemblance. James. Now there was someone she hadn’t thought about for a long time. In fact, her only real memory of him was from when she had last been at the Davises’ house. Great, just what she needed—another reminder of that night. It was almost enough to make her paranoid. Was the entire universe conspiring against her to make history repeat itself? She could feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead, and she put her hands behind her back, trying to subtly rub her thighs from behind. “Oh, yeah! Hi! It’s been a, a l-long time!” She tried to sound cheery, but it was hard to focus on her words.
“Yeah! Like, five years? You know, if it’s possible, you’ve gotten even more beautiful since then? I know, it’s hard to believe.” He smiled in a way that Angelica was sure he thought was suave. She stared at him, half expecting him to follow it up with a “m’lady.”
It was hard for her to maintain her smile and not cringe a little. Clearly, he was not the smoothest stone in the riverbed. Still, he probably meant well, so the least she could do is try to be polite. She would take socially clunky over egotistically womanizing any day. “Ummm…thanks. So…are you in college now?” She winced as a wave of pain passed over her bladder, and she had to bend her legs slightly.
“Nah, college isn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it’s right for some people. But have you ever met anyone who goes to college? I mean, most of them are just so empty-headed. No, there are some of us for whom college would just be step down.” Uh-huh. So maybe she was wrong about him not being egotistical.
With a slightly passive-aggressive tone, Angelica replied, “Oh, okay. I mean, I plan to go to college in the fall.” She hoped he would take the hint. She also squeezed her thighs tightly together as the pressure of her pee sent shooting pains through her.
“Oh, that’s cool. I’m sure it’ll be great for you, and that you won’t be like most of the idiots there. It’s just—so many teachers just have no idea what they’re talking about, you know? After a while, it gets tiring listening to them.”
Angelica arched an eyebrow. When did James become this much of a tool? Granted, she never knew him all that well, but… “You know, my brother’s about to get his degree, and he’s taught by one of the best experts in the field…”
James cut her off. “So, I’m just waiting for the day when someone recognizes raw talent. It’s like I always say, ‘The world may be built of steel, but people will dig the furthest for diamonds, no matter how rough.’” He gave a smile that indicated that he clearly thought that was very profound.
At this point, Angelica was getting irritated. She tried to give him a hint. “Well, I hope that goes well for you. Enjoy the party!” She turned and resumed her pacing, her legs feeling tense from the amount of urine inside her.
James clearly did not pick up on the message. “Thanks. You know, I haven’t been here since that pool party here back in eighth grade.” Perfect. “It was a birthday party. You were there, remember? You ended up wetting your pants. Do you remember that?” He said it as if he expected them to bond over it, like an old joke.
Angelica was aghast. She turned a face of horrified sensibility on him, hoping that he would finally get a clue and realize that he should just stop talking. What kind of person thinks it’s okay to bring up an embarrassing incident like that? And here—where it was all taking place all over again—what was happening? How was this happening? Forget being polite. In a stern voice that she tried to keep from being a yell, she said curtly, “Go away, James.” When he tried to say something back, it was her turn to cut him off. “No. I mean it. Leave. Me. Alone.”
His face conveyed bafflement and a bruised ego as he turned and skulked away. Angelica, meanwhile, now left by herself, immediately grabbed her crotch tightly, biting her lip as she did so. Why, oh why, did James have to bring that up? Against her will, the memories came—ahem—flooding back.
Middle-schooler Angelica stood there in shock, unable to move, unable even to cry. The tears of fear and embarrassment that she had shed in the moment had stopped, and now she was left with the aftermath. The evening breeze was making her legs feel cold, where the wet fabric clung to her skin. Her flip-flops felt squishy, and she shivered as an occasional last trickle of pee snaked down one of her calves. Her hand was still wedged in her crotch, completely useless at this point, and drops were still dripping from the right cuff of her shorts.
She couldn’t believe it. She was in middle school, for crying out loud. This was supposed to be a fun day, and now…now she had ended up peeing her pants. Why didn’t anyone open the door? Hadn’t they heard her?
She looked down at herself again. Her shorts were obviously soaked in a large wet patch all around her crotch and down her thighs. Her legs and feet were shiny with her pee, and as she squeezed slightly with her left hand, a cascade of droplets showered down into the large puddle underneath her, making ripples in the surface and distorting the reflection of the night sky and her young, humiliated face.
A sudden burst of panic filled her mind. She couldn’t be seen like this. And she had been pounding and pounding on the door—maybe someone was about to open it now? To find her, standing sheepishly, holding herself, with wet shorts and a pee puddle. There was no way. She quickly pulled her hand out of her groin, wiped it with a face of disgust on the hip of her shorts, and turned. She was looking at the ground to keep from losing her footing as she descended the three steps, feet splashing in where the puddle had spread down the stairs, but as soon as she was down, she lifted her head and jumped as she nearly ran headlong into someone approaching. It was James, a boy from her class.
Angelica stood there awkwardly for a split second, face white and jaw slack. James didn’t say anything at first, but then offered a nasally “excuse me” and was about to step around her when Angelica saw his gaze shift down to her shorts. The moment that passed felt like an eternity. His eyes went wide and then he looked back up at her. She knew her face was turning red, and she could feel her lower lip beginning to quiver. Then he moved his head to see over her shoulder, and she knew that the light from inside the house would be clearly reflected on her massive puddle of pee.
Staring back at her again, mouth agape, James said bluntly, “Angelica, did you pee your pants?”
It was too much. Before, in private, she had only felt shock. But now that someone else had seen, Angelica could feel horrible embarrassment welling up inside her, causing her face to go an even deeper red and her eyes to fill up with tears. Even as they began to spill out, she answered in as stern and scary a voice as she could manage, “If you ever say a word about this to anyone, I will kill you.” Try as she might, there was still a quaver in her voice. But she knew that if word got out about this to the rest of her classmates, then death would be a preferable fate.
James didn’t answer, but Angelica couldn’t wait any longer. She turned and ran into the darkness of the far corner of the yard, as the tears began to flow freely and her pent-up anxiety and desperation spilled over into wracking, self-pitying, maudlin sobs. She drew one hand across her eyes to clear her vision and then hugged herself tightly, unable to imagine how things could have gone worse for her. She could dimly make out, through tears and darkness, the small cluster of trees in the corner. The old playhouse was there; maybe she could hide in it until the party was over. Not that she knew what she would do then.
Reaching her destination, she stopped and stood awkwardly next to the trees. She briefly considered taking a seat on the playhouse’s deck, but immediately reconsidered when she saw the layers of dirt on it and imagined how much it would stick to her wet bottom. Instead, she simply walked behind the playhouse and leaned against a tree. Her breathing was becoming more regular now, and her tears were abating again, though her throat was dry and she felt very thirsty. After such a flurry of emotion, it felt strange that now she had to just stay here and wait.
As she stood there, she could see at a distance the back door open. Finally. Brenda’s dad began to step out, saw the puddle, and disappeared back indoors. Angelica could feel her breath catch, not knowing what would happen next. Thankfully, when he returned shortly after, he had a beach towel under his arm, and simply threw it over the puddle. He apparently assumed, what with all the young pool-goers, that it was merely pool water from someone who hadn’t toweled off well enough. That at least was a relief.
Current-day Angelica knew the feeling all too well. The sense of knowing that despite all your efforts to the contrary, all your striving, eventually the battle is over—and you’ve lost. She thought of the soldiers fighting for the South in the Civil War and wondered if they thought they would win. After all, you only fight a battle to win it, right? If there’s no hope of victory…
No! Not this attitude again. She knew from past experience that once she felt defeat was inevitable, it soon followed. She had to keep fighting. She could do this. She could be desperate and for once, just for once, stay dry. She couldn’t wet her pants. Lily wasn’t here.
She had to keep telling herself this, like a mantra, to counteract the jolts of stinging pain that were now periodically pulsating though her lower abdomen and crotch. Her hand was still wedged in a death grip between her thighs, intermittently squeezing. She had to hold on…she had to hold on. Wait…what was she holding on for, again? For a split second, panic seized her brain as she couldn’t remember what her way out of this was. Then it crashed back into her consciousness—Brenda was coming back and would unlock the door. Surely she had to be back soon.
Angelica switched hands to hold herself with and pulled her phone back out of her pocket. Checking the time, she did some quick mental math. Brenda had last said she would be back in twenty-five minutes, and that was about twenty minutes ago. Even allowing for Brenda’s underestimation of time, it should mean that she had to be back soon…right? Angelica bounced up and down and remembered the short story—what was it called?—about a Civil War soldier who was wounded and only survived because he heard that he would live if he could only make it until sunset. In a similar fashion, that hope was now the only thing keeping her from utterly losing control.
Still holding herself, she began to make her way slowly back towards the back door. It would be best for her to be ready once Brenda was back. Taking small steps, all the while shuffling her thighs back and forth and squeezing tightly, she made it to the bottom of the stairs. Staring down at them, she remembered the last time she had been here, and the sight of her urine pouring down the steps in a liberal flow of humiliation. She shook her head, bobbed up and down, and turned around to face literally anything else.
Angelica stood, still bent, staring out at the partygoers, who carried on in blissful ignorance. She bit down on her lower lip as waves of desperation mounted and then crashed over her bladder, each one slightly stronger than the last. She knew it was only a matter of time before she ran out of stamina—it just had to be more time than it would take for Brenda to get back and let her in! Bouncing from foot to foot at the bottom of the stairs, she leaned back, using her weight to press the railing into her crotch from behind. At least this way she could be more discreet.
As she stood there, grinding herself into the iron rail, she kept glancing back over her shoulder at the house, wondering how much longer it would be. She considered texting Brenda again, then thought better of it, then rethought it again and pulled out her phone. Trying not to sound too desperate, she sent off what she hoped was a relatively anodyne question.
Hey, do you know how much
longer you’ll be?
Then she waited. Shooting, searing pain was more or less constant now, and she gritted her teeth as she tried to push herself harder into the railing. Her phone buzzed.
Prob 2 more minutes
Angelica felt as though she might shed tears of joy. Relief was in sight. She was going to make it. Lily wasn’t here, and she was going to make it. Her memory of the last time she had been in this scenario resurfaced, but this time, she knew—history was not going to repeat itself.
Middle-schooler Angelica was back at the door now. She had tried to pace in circles in the far end of the yard to keep her mind off her bladder—and to keep in control—while she waited for someone to open the door. It hadn’t happened, though. About ten minutes of pacing and casting furtive glances towards her hope of deliverance, and it hadn’t happened.
What had happened, though, was a steady increase in her own need. She thought she had never had to go so badly before when she first was knocking. But if that were true…well, even if it weren’t true then, it was definitely true now.
She had been walking briskly while her bladder felt like a swollen balloon about to pop. Stinging, shooting pains of desperation had penetrated her lower abdomen like needles of ice. Her walk had morphed into a march, followed by a march with pauses to clench and bounce. How much longer would she have to wait? She had had to squeeze her thighs for all she was worth, scissoring them open and closed to maintain a grip on her sphincter.
But then, after maybe ten minutes of pure agony, it had happened. A new crescendo of desperate pain had mounted, and this time, her response of clenching and bobbing and squeezing had come just a hair too late. Without warning, a strong spurt of urine jetted fiercely past her defenses and into her underwear. In an instant, she could feel the warmth spread itself out in her underwear and begin to get her shorts wet. She had gasped, terrified that it was starting, and squeezed herself with both hands to keep from losing any more.
Of course, now that the seal had been broken, time was rapidly running out. With both hands still firmly fixed in her crotch, Angelica made her way as fast as she could back to the back door. It was her only hope at this point. She could feel tears of pain, fear, and embarrassment welling in her eyes, blurring her vision. As she continued her slow jog over the bumpy ground, they began to spill out and trickle down her cheeks. Tension had spread from her bladder down into her thighs, and all of her muscles were taut.
Finally, she was back at the door. Three quick steps up, and then her right hand was out and banging on the door. At this point, she didn’t care about being seen or about giving a polite pause after knocking. She just had to be heard—now. Her underwear felt squishy now, and her crotch felt like it was on fire. She stood there, bouncing and twisting like a contortionist, thighs clenched tightly together, hammering with her fist as hard as she could. She was right on the brink of a massive pee accident in her shorts, and she knew it. Horrible, agonizing pain coursed through her bladder. Terror surged up inside her, and she began to cry freely now, her face reddening and tears flowing down her cheeks to drip onto the threshold of the door. There was light inside the house—she knew someone was inside—just let her in—let her in, before she wet herself!
Current-day Angelica remembered that awful feeling, the one of right before totally losing control. It wouldn’t happen this time. She would make sure it didn’t happen this time. Not this time! Not again!
Unable to calm her thoughts, she found she was pulling her phone out for the fourth time since receiving Brenda’s text, checking if there were any updates. It had been about two minutes, so hopefully, that meant only maybe two more minutes, maximum. At this point, she was practically counting the seconds. Her heart was throbbing so hard she could feel it in her ears, and her breathing had quickened noticeably. She was chewing on her lip constantly now, and she could feel the sweat on her forehead.
Despite her desperate state, a strange sense of levity passed through her. Relief was near, and how funny was it that it was possible to come so close to disaster? It would be like tales from the war. You may have almost been killed—and that was the difference between tragedy and an entertaining story for family gatherings—that almost.
As if on cue with her sudden optimism, a new sound entered Angelica’s ears from her left. At first she couldn’t quite tell what it was. Then…could it be?...it was! It was most definitely the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Relief was near! With an immense sigh of relief, she pulled herself off the railing, having to grab her crotch again, and bounded up the steps. She would be ready the instant that door opened.
As she stood and waited anxiously, though, it seemed as though neither Brenda nor Mrs. Davis were in any very great rush. Sure, they probably had to take their time to get out of the car, get into the house, get situated, what have you—but to Angelica, every passing moment was agony. Granted, they didn’t know the state she was in…but could they just hurry up, please? Angelica’s thoughts tumbled randomly in her head. C’mon, c’mon Hurry it up I’m about to wet my pants here No I’m not I’ve made it this far I’m going to make it I’m going to win I can’t wait any longer No, I’m going to make it I’m in control Lily’s not here Lily’s not here
She bounced back and forth. She was so close! The pain in her bladder was worse now than any point earlier this night, but she was about to find relief! Her urine was at the very edge of her sphincter, pushing, pushing, pushing to be let out. She clenched her teeth and told herself that she. Was. Not. Going. To. Pee. With her free hand, she began rapping on the door, in case Brenda had forgotten that she was supposed to open it. A sense of dread began eating into Angelica’s mind as she realized that she was now in the very same exact position she had been in in middle school…right before she peed her pants. It would be different this time, though! It had to be!
Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she stopped knocking for a moment to pull it out. Expecting a text from Brenda, she eagerly opened it up. Instead, what she saw made her heart stop and her face go white. It was a text from Lily, a single line that spelled doom.
I just peed my pants on the way back from the airport
Angelica could feel her blood run cold as her jaw fell open. She had always shared her accidents with Lily, and she had told herself that that was why she would be all right now. But now—now it was clear. She had felt this whole time as though the universe had set this night up specifically for her to repeat history, but that she had overcome and emerged victorious. Now she saw. What she had thought was her rushing toward victory had actually been her plunging headlong into a trap. She had been fooled, and she had lost.
As these thoughts poured into her head, she lost her grip momentarily on her bladder. In that span of time, a hot, rebellious jet of urine spurted into her panties. It lasted less than a second, but it was immediately followed by one lasting longer, closer to two seconds. Angelica gasped and grabbed her crotch hard with both hands. She could feel the warm wetness permeate through the fabric of her underwear and into her shorts, making them damp under her hands. She realized with chagrin that she was still holding her phone, and it was getting wet now—wet with her own pee.
A wildness like that of a caged animal took over her. She still had some fight left in her. The hand that held her phone went back to pounding on the door as hard as she could, all while she bent and unbent her legs, bobbing, twisting, bouncing, clenching, trying as hard as she could to just hold on somehow. A sudden self-awareness pierced her consciousness, and she turned her head over her shoulder, face red, wondering if anyone could see her like this, right on the verge of completely soaking her shorts. But no, thankfully, everyone seemed to be minding their own business. There were fewer people here now, it seemed, as people had been coming and going during the night through the door in the fence. Even now, three people were leaving at that same time that one person was coming in—
Angelica did a double take, unable to believe what she saw. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear them, and then looked again.
It was Brian.
She had had a crush on Brian ever since she had first met him, several years before. Unfortunately for her, one of their earliest interactions had ended with her peeing herself in front of him. Ever since then, she had given him something of a wide berth, even though her feelings hadn’t changed. She had just assumed that he would never be interested in her, and it felt too embarrassing to try to start over. Then he had graduated, and she hadn’t seen him since. Until tonight. Until now, of all times.
Humiliation, pain, and desperation mounted once more. They hovered there for a moment, like a wave about to crash, as Angelica held on as tightly as she could with bated breath. But seeing Brian was the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back, and then…then it was all over.
Middle-schooler Angelica felt her throat constrict as her endurance gave way. There was one final spike of sharp, stinging agony, and then the next thing she knew, she was urinating freely into her underwear. Her tears flowed liberally now, though not as liberally as the flow in her pants. She kept pounding on the door, not knowing what else to do, as her hand grew warm, then hot, and very, very wet. Looking down at herself, she sobbed, “no, no, no,” as she watched her pee work its way through the cracks between her fingers to spray down onto the concrete step.
Current-day Angelica turned her face back towards the door, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes closed as she too felt her resolve and stamina evaporate. There wasn’t even another spurt—instead, her urine broke directly into a full-on flood. Her knocks grew weaker and weaker until she stopped knocking altogether. It was too late now, after all. She didn’t open her eyes, but she could feel her entire crotch, inner thighs, and butt grow torrid with her deluge.
Middle-schooler Angelica couldn’t make herself stop. The wetness had spread down her right thigh before dribbling out from the cuff of the leg. Now she could see it making its way down her left thigh as well, thoroughly saturating the fabric. On her right leg, her pee flowed in courses and rivulets down her calf before splattering across her foot and flip-flop, making them uncomfortable with sizzling moistness. She cried louder and looked back up at the door, banging harder, despite the fact that she was past the point of no return.
Current-day Angelica opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder again, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush over her face. It was a small mercy that from what she could tell, she was still being ignored by the rest of the party. Her bladder was empty enough now that she was able to stop peeing. However, the damp warmth of her panties, the dripping from her shorts, and her worn-out muscles meant that no sooner had she cut off the flow than it began again. She could feel her pee once more spread all throughout her panties before pouring out in a cascade down the gap between her underwear and the right leg of her shorts. A second later, the dripping from the soaked cloth turned once more into a steady stream.
Middle-schooler Angelica could at long last feel the flow lessening and her urine jetting out into her underwear less forcefully as her bladder finally experienced relief. To feel the pain dissipate was almost euphoric, but she was utterly humiliated at having lost control. She kept sobbing as she peed, feeling like a little baby again. Looking down at herself once more as she continued to go to the bathroom in her pants, she could see that her left thigh was also totally wet now, with sheets of pee spraying out from between her thighs and sprinkling widely across the concrete step. There was now a sizable puddle, spreading out to either side of the stairs and pouring down them like a waterfall. At last she finished having an accident, ending with a few final half-hearted spurts. Unable to move yet, she merely stood there, frozen and in shock. She didn’t know it was possible to hold so much.
Current-day Angelica also looked down at herself, watching in dismay as her green shorts went almost black with wetness. Her left thigh was wet all along the inside, and there was a wide stain around her crotch, but the worst damage was on her right thigh. The fabric was completely soaked, not just on the inside of her thigh, but spread around the front and back as well to meet on the outside. Her pee was spraying directly out from the leg down onto her tennis shoe, soaking the material and making her ankle sock hot and squishy. The puddle on the stairs was mainly around her right foot, spreading out to pour over the edge into the grass on the right but also down the stairs somewhat.
At long last, longer than it had taken her to finish as a middle schooler, her urine tapered off. She could feel the weight and heat in her shorts as they were now thoroughly sodden. The dripping continued as she pushed the last few drops out of her bladder and into her underwear. No sense in holding back now.
As she stood there, looking down at the damage in humiliated resignation, Angelica heard the door in front of her unlock and open up. Brenda stood in front of her, silhouetted by the light in the house. Angelica lifted her head, bashful and timorous to see Brenda standing there, completely gobsmacked. The look on her face was one of absolute shock and horror. She looked down at Angelica’s puddle, then up at her face, then down again at her shorts, then up again. Her mouth began to move as if she was trying to form words, but nothing came out. Finally, she managed an aghast, “What happened?”
Angelica took a deep breath to try to keep from crying. She swallowed hard, then responded simply, “You took too long.”
~Aftermath~
Brenda went and found a towel for Angelica to wrap around herself before coming inside. Angelica had to spend a few minutes pleading with her not to tell anyone about what had happened. Eventually Brenda promised, much to Angelica’s relief. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel comfortable lending Angelica any clothes, despite her numerous and vociferous protestations. So the end result was Angelica being stowed away in the bathroom off the master bedroom, where Brenda said she could stay, if she wanted, until Patrick came for her.
Angelica was extremely reticent to tell Patrick what happened, of course. He had already seen her wet herself once, and that was one time too many. So, while cooped up in the bathroom, she removed her socks and shoes, gingerly peeled off her soaked shorts and underwear, and found a towel. She tried to squeeze as much excess urine as she could out of her wet clothes, though the tennis shoes had to be considered a loss, and hung them over the curtain bar on the bathtub. This bathroom had a separate shower cubicle, which she now used to clean herself.
As she rinsed away the vestiges of her accident, she thought back on the events of tonight. Being forced to relive such a humiliating memory in such a point-for-point reenactment had been horrendously embarrassing, of course. Oddly enough, however, at this moment, with it behind her and warm, soapy water embracing her, she felt at peace. It was a surprising realization, and she tried to sort through her feelings, wondering what brought about this unnatural tranquility. As she attempted to analyze her own thought patterns, they kept pointing in one direction.
It was from seeing Brian again.
Angelica scrubbed her legs, baffled by her own emotions. How could it be that she hadn’t seen Brian in over a year, and she was still so affected by him? How was it that she had had such an embarrassing incident in front of him when they still barely knew each other, and it didn’t dampen her feelings?
And if her feelings hadn’t changed…why did she avoid getting to know him better when she had the chance?
Something that felt like hope burst open inside her, like dewdrops coruscating off a flower shaken in the breeze. She felt suddenly fresh and light and, most surprisingly, cheerful. It wasn’t too late. Brian was no longer in high school? Well, neither was she. She was sure there had to be some way of reconnecting. And then…just maybe…
Angelica felt a smile creep up on one side of her mouth. Somehow, even the very real possibilities that he would have a girlfriend or just plain wouldn’t be interested seemed remote and untroublesome. She had just all but admitted to herself that she had feelings for Brian, and nothing could darken her mood now.
Of course, she couldn’t try to contact him tonight, not when she was holed up waiting for her clothes to dry. Having stepped out of the shower and toweled off, she proceeded to sit on the bathmat, naked, and wait for when Patrick would be here to pick her up. She guessed (and hoped) that her clothes would be dry enough by then to only be wet to the touch. Maybe she could pull off not being detected.
Sitting there with her phone trying to pass the time felt like the worst waiting room ever. Angelica immediately searched in her contacts, found Brian’s, hovered over it, and then thought better of it. A few minutes later she did the same, before making up her mind and telling herself firmly that she would text Brian tomorrow. It would be something to look forward to. Instead, she texted Patrick, telling him to call when he was outside.
It was over an hour later when he did call. During that hour, Angelica had put her bra and shirt back on, used the bathroom again a couple of times, drunk water from the tap, and browsed Instagram and YouTube. When the call finally came, she felt her heartbeat quicken as she now had to leave the bathroom, and she could only hope the evidence of her accident wouldn’t be noticed.
She slipped her panties back on easily enough, although of course they were very disagreeably cold and damp. Almost immediately after donning them, though, they warmed up from her body heat and instead merely felt gross. Her shorts were also still very damp and felt decidedly colder, but she gave a little sigh of success as she turned back and forth, looking at herself in the mirror, and determined that for all intents and purposes, there was no visible wet spot, at least not in the darkness. Her socks and tennis shoes felt worst of all, but she needed to put them back on to avoid suspicion. Finally, content that she would pass a cursory visual inspection, Angelica took a deep breath and stepped out.
She tried to avoid contact with anyone on her way out, even Brenda. As she passed through the back yard again towards the door in the fence, she kept her face forward, resisting the urge to look for Brian—and trying not to be seen by him, either. As she reached for the door in the fence, she nearly bumped into someone coming out at the same time. Hearing a familiar “excuse me,” she looked to see who it was. It was James again.
As soon as he saw it was Angelica, James’s face darkened. Not saying anything, he simply took a step back and motioned with his hand for her to pass first. Angelica thought back to their earlier interaction with the same newfound clarity she had found when showering. Sure, James had been a huge jerk, but she also had been rude. At the very least, if he didn’t know how to interact socially, maybe the best thing would be for him to see what an apology looked like.
She cleared her throat and looked him in the eye. “James, I’m sorry for being so rude to you earlier. It…it was uncalled for. Would you…forgive me?” It of course felt weird to say, but her conscience now felt lighter as a result.
Angelica couldn’t quite place the look on James’s face. It seemed kind of like shock, kind of like suspicion, kind of like fear, but also kind of like softness. Maybe most of his self-sufficient condescension came from a kind of resentment, a resentment borne out of inept social graces. Maybe, just maybe, this was one of the few times someone had treated him like a person, instead of like a collection of annoying quirks. His mouth was open, but he stared in silence. At last, he managed a small “sure.”
Angelica smiled. It was good to clear that up, but it was also best for that to be the end of the conversation. She nodded, said a confident “thank you,” and walked through the door in the fence. Patrick was waiting for her.
As they began driving, Angelica made sure the windows were cracked open, ostensibly because it was a warm night, but in reality to diminish any smell from her damp clothes. At the same time, she noticed that she was starting to need to pee again. After the ordeal from earlier, her muscles were tired and more sensitive. However, since the ride home would only be about half an hour, she didn’t think anything of it. She was, however, reminded of Lily’s text from earlier, which she had never responded to. Opening her phone, she sent off a text.
How? What happened?
She had to wait a minute for Lily to answer. It was fairly late by now, after all. She also questioned whether talking to Lily about this was a good idea, as her own bladder was refilling. Finally, the response came.
I had to pee really bad
And then we got stuck in traffic
So yeah
Angelica could imagine that kind of agony. She had never peed herself in traffic before, but she had definitely been caught in traffic with a full bladder. She was about to send off a response when she was thrown forward in her seat by Patrick rapidly braking. The sudden pressure on her abdomen caused her to gasp and she looked up. Out of nowhere, the almost-empty late-night highway lanes had become clogged with bumper-to-bumper congestion. She heard Patrick let out an annoyed “crap!” at the delay.
Angelica felt an uneasiness stir inside her, the first dark cloud to trouble her earlier good mood. She tried in vain to see an end of the long line of red brake lights stretching out in front of them. Her bladder felt like it was tightening, and she gave it a quick squeeze. In a wavering voice, she asked, “Where did all this traffic come from?”
Patrick sighed. “No idea. My guess is there was an accident that’s blocking lanes.” He leaned his head on his hand against the window.
Angelica felt perturbed. Something about this seemed wrong. She wasn’t desperate, it wasn’t that—but this felt too…close, too coincidental. Maybe she was becoming paranoid, but she felt troubled. Looking down at her phone again, she asked Lily.
Do you know what caused the traffic?
She waited, in suspense. Eventually, Lily’s answer came.
There was a wreck that blocked two lanes
I think
Angelica leaned back in her seat. She knew it. There was something about tonight, something she couldn’t explain, that was making her life mirror past events. First the whole ordeal at the Davises’, and now Lily’s recent experience. She had tried to resist in the first situation. She had tried, and she had failed. She had fought and lost. Now she would be forced to undergo another trial? No. No, she didn’t have it in her anymore tonight. Better to just get it over with.
She gave a sigh as her sphincter relaxed once more, feeling the same familiar sensation of hot urine flood her clothes. Her panties rapidly re-saturated, and the wetness spread down under her butt to create a puddle on the faux leather seats. She could feel her pee spreading also out from her crotch, turning the fabric almost black again. Her face went red again as she could hear the definitive hssss of her urine escaping. Her pee flowed up to the edge of her seat and began to trickle off as well, streaking down both calves. Unlike earlier, this accident did not last nearly as long, and so she had already just about finished by the time Patrick realized what was happening. He sat up straight with a start and stared down at her crotch in shock, then up at her face.
Angelica could tell she was blushing as she brushed her hair behind her ear. But she had almost run out of energy to be embarrassed by this point. She shifted in her seat, hearing the squelch of her puddle around her butt, and merely let out, “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have been able to hold it.”
Then, with no further explanation, she turned forward again, to face the long line of traffic reaching off into the night. |
Part 2 of the kailey and Jessica omo story! Read part one if you haven't already! Sorry if the punctuation and capitulation arent correct I didnt really focus on that too much)
Kailey awoke from her nap, her eyes felt heavy and she felt tired and.. horny.. she had never felt horny in the morning before, surprisingly. She was a kinky, beautiful and perky young teenager in her junior year of high school and this was her first Time, something had to of been wrong with her body.
She put her hand on her forehead and slammed her head back against the big soft pillow and groaned, remembering what had happened earlier that day.. she was still so embarrassed about it, yet it felt so good, letting out all the urine she had built up over the day felt euphoric, and it made her horny, but she didn't know why, why did pissing herself, feel so good? Maybe Jessica would know, Jessica was always horny and kinky, and always up to try new things
"I bet that kinky fuck Jessica would know.." she said quietly and reached over her bed and grabbed her phone and texted Jess
- "hey.. would you like to come over I wanna talk to you about earlier today"
And Jessica read the text shortly after and sent a text back replying, saying she would in 5 minutes, as she lived right down the road and kailey waited patiently for her to get there.
She was there in just 3 minutes and she just walked in as she was permitted to by her parents, she hopped up the stairs like a little girl and found kailey in her bed under the covers
"Hey there, I'm guessing you wanted to come over and talk to me about omorashi?" She said and kailey titled her head
"Omo-wah?.. say that again" she said confused as hell, and Jessica laughed
"Omorashi, aka wetting, what you did earlier, I heard about it, nobody in the school really seems to care, they know you're a kinky slut" she said and hopped on the bed making it bounce, and she giggled, still wearing the same small skirt and clothes as before, while kailey had changed in pj's
"Oh.. yeah that's actually why I wanted you to come, and we're best friends so I have to confess something.." she said and blushed twirling her hair and looking away and Jessica smirked going on all fours and going close to her
"You liked it didnt you" she said with a seductive and sexy tone in her voice as she giggled and made a purring sound. Kailey sighed and nodded slowly
"Y-yeah I kinda did, it was so.. warm, and it felt great to let it all out, and my panties after just.. kept me nice and warm it was, so good" she said hesitantly and looked at the ceiling, and Jessica went over her showing her light gray panties and she sat on her chest
"I could tell by what people said" she chuckled and kailey smiled
"So.. you're accepting of it?"
"Well of course, it's a great kink, I must agree" and Kailey's eyes widened and she started to catch onto her
"Wait, do you like it too?" She said and sat up a bit playfully pushing Jess off of her and she rolled on the bed with a giggle
"You know I do, and I was thinking that right now, we could do a little wetting challenge" she smirked and kailey shrugged
" I dunno' I already went once today by accident"
"What makes it great too is the fact that you hold it and just let it all out when you cant no more on purpose, and that is another thing that makes it the best kink of all time"
And kailey nodded slightly in full agreement
"sounds like some valid points, alright what is your challenge?."
"Let's start off simple, we go and drink a shit ton of water, and then we have to hold as best as we possibly can, and the first person to start spurting loses and they have to let it all out into just their panties"
"Mmmk" kailey said in response interested in this
"And the other person gets to use the bathroom normally, but also the person who loses has to wear the wet panties the rest of the day, no changes" she smirked and kailey nodded when she did wanting to explore this new kink, especially with her friend
"You're on" she said and she took off her pjs and put on a thin white shirt that made her pink bra see through and she looked into her panty drawer and looked at Jess
"What panties are good for wetting in?"
Jess took off her skirt showing her light gray panties "hmm, well in my opinion lighter colors so the wet patch shows better, gray is the all time best, with lighter colors you can also see the glistening of it alot better"
Kailey nodded and pulled out a pair of light blue panties, she knew if they got wet then they'd quickly turn into a very dark blue, and she put them on and Jessica whistled "well look at you, absolutely sexy as always" she left to get large jugs of water she she came back instead with lots of bottles "these were all I could find, we'll keep refilling them once we're out!" She handed kailey 4 and took 4 for herself. Kailey knew for a fact her bladder wasn't that strong, and she knew Jess had a bladder made of metal, but she was detiermed to win, and she would beat her, and they sat on the bed and both started to drink all of the bottles, nothing happening yet..
They went and kept on refilling them and on the 5th bottle they both needed to pee, both of them squirming a bit
"How bad on a scale of 1-10? I'm a 5.5" jess said smirking and kailey replied with
"6.." and she hiked her legs up and squirmed like that but Jessica stopped her
"Keep drinking" she said and they both continued, devouring all the water and with every bottle both of their urges to go, got even worse and worse and they decided to chat about omo, both girls probably around 8/10, they bit squirmed around with their hands shoved into their legs and their thighs pressed together pushing their fingers against themselves to keep it from coming out of them
"So kailey what's great about.. omo is that if you wear a skirt and go secretly in public nobody will ever know, and its a great way to release.. the main drain.. and if you wear tights.. they pool up, and become see through and warm" she said groaning having a hard time focusing because of the urge to go, and kailey felt like she was doing really good even though she still had to go, none of the girls suffering from any leaks yet
"Well maybe we can give that a try sometime" Kailey said and shifted back and forth her blonde hair drooping over her face
And shortly after Jess leaked, not a spurt but a leak and she moaned
"That's one for you!" Kailey said and kept on rocking as she started to leak too spreading her legs a bit more for Jess to see, and she did the same
"How about no hands, so we can see when the first spurt is" Kailey suggested and tok her hands off her blue panties and Jessica followed and then both glared at each others cute little panties both having tiny leak spots
Over the next few minutes they kept on leaking and then.. Jessica let out the first spurt, and with that a loud moan and kailey had won!
"I win! You have to release!!" She said and spurted too in excitement damping her panties again and Jessica laughed slightly
"Alright well, you go after me because I saw you spurt too" Kailet nodded and instantly Jessica whimpered and let go of her bladder and instantly it gushed out of her and onto the bedsheets, the fabric of her grey panties becoming a dark pitch black instantly and they glistened lightly with the yellow fluid, it made a little puddle on kaileys bed and it continued to grow and she peed for about a minute until she was done and she put a hand on her drenched panties and moaned fingering herself through her panties "mm your turn" she said smirking at Kailey and she nodded and released too..
Her blue panties hissed and instantly a dark blue patch shot right up the front of them and she moaned as it bolted out of her, making a puddle under her too, and it was so unbelievable to finally let it all out.. it was orgasmic, the soft cotton became hot, and damp as she peed with more force than Jessica and longer too. The puddle in between her legs started to die down as she stopped wetting.. and when she did she bent down and examined her wet patch, and she felt it go right up the front all the way, and right up the back, and she loved sitting in the warm pool of pee, her panties were so soaked they weren't absorbing the puddle and she wiggled her bum around in it the pee puddle moving with her legs and Jessica giggled and stopped fingering herself and kailey went on her knees and the puddle dispersed all over the bed and she sat on Jessica's lap and her pantjes made a squish sound and some urine oozed out of them
"So how about we both leave these on the rest of the day?" Kailey said and grinded her crotch on her leg and Jessica nodded with a blush and looked up to her "mm ok, you might wanna change the sheets though" she said and kailey nodded getting off the bed and enjoying the boiling hot warmth of her panties as a few trickles went down her legs and Jess got off too, trickles running down hers aswell.
Kailey swiftly changed the bedsheets and set them in the wash and changed everything on the bed, somehow the piss didnt het to her mattress but she was grateful for that.
When kailey was done making the bed they both got back on the new fresh one and kailey out a hand on her still warm panties and fingered herself through it
"I think I found my favourite kink, that felt.. so damn good" she said and whimpered as she fingered her clit and the wet blue panties and Jessica watched fingering herself too
"Mhm, you did well, next time we'll have to go out in public, or whenever the next occasion comes" Jessica nodded, and she went up the bed more and Kailey cuddled in with her and she sunk her face into her large breasts and they pressed their wet crotches together, the Panties remaining soaked, as they took a nap together.
Both of them, could not be happier
Part 3?
Edited November 24, 2019 by ethanboi_i
Rewording the introduction
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Chapter 1
Aubrey uncrossed and recrossed her legs as the bus sped down the freeway, her bladder was starting to ache now. She took a quick peek to the seat beside her to confirm that Elena was still fast asleep. She envied her college friend’s ability to seemingly fall asleep anywhere and anytime, a skill that she, over her 41 years of life, had never been able to master. She tapped her foot impatiently and looked at her watch for the 4th time in the past hour. Still a half hour to go until they got to their destination. The bus had been behind schedule ever since the start of the journey, and Aubrey’s patience was running thin.
The last time she’d peed had been well over 8 hours ago, before she left her home. She had then met up with Elena for drinks, something she was now regretting, before they both made their way to the bus station, to embark on this long cross-country trip. They were going to visit Daphne, the final part of their trio. The three of them had been inseparable throughout college but Daphne had married shortly after graduation, and moved 300 miles away. They rarely got to meet anymore, and so they were all looking forward to this weekend getaway.
Her overfull bladder tingled again, breaking her train of thought.
Aubrey lifted her bum and crossed her legs again, smoothing her skirt as she sat back down. Her need was nowhere near an emergency yet, but the constant discomfort of her situation was putting her on edge. She pressed her thighs closer together, took a deep breath and started scrolling through her phone, she just had to wait for another twenty minutes.
*****
Elena realized something was wrong as soon as she woke up, and it didn’t take her very long to piece together what it was. She needed to pee, and she needed to go very badly. Immediately she crossed her legs and tensed up, still not fully lucid she turned to the seat next to her, where her friend aubrey was busy scrolling through her phone.
“How much longer till we get there Aub?” she asked, her voice a little shaky.
“How convenient,” said Aubrey, rolling her eyes. “You manage to sleep through the whole trip only to wake up minutes before we get there? I envy you sometimes Elena, I really do.”
Elena breathed a sigh of relief, they were only minutes away from their destination, where she would be able to pee. She started anticipating her relief as the bus pulled into the station.
*****
Emmet was pretty pissed by the time he saw the bus reaching the station, his mom had already made him late for the party that he was gonna go to, by asking him to pick up her two friends and bring them home, and now the bus was nearly 40 minutes late. He took a quick glance at his watch and realized that he would be over an hour late, and Sarah would be pretty pissed. He groaned as he exited the car.
He forced himself to smile as he walked toward the bus that had stopped by now. The last time he had met aunt Aubrey was nearly eight years ago now, and he didn’t even remember ever meeting aunt Elena, but his mom had assured him that he had. He unlocked his phone and looked at the picture of the two women he was picking up, since he couldn’t recall their faces from memory and he had to identify them somehow.
He waited by the bus as the pressurized doors made their distinct WOOSH sound before opening up, a few people walked out before he spotted aunt Aubrey descending the steps. She wore a button down casual shirt which was tucked into her tight black skirt, revealing the shape of her hips quite nicely. A couple of buttons on the shirt were undone, showing a generous amount of cleavage. She wore sheer stockings that showed off her toned legs.
Elena came next, wearing a plain white T-shirt and a tight pair of blue jeans through which he could clearly see the shape of her ass. The two women looked extremely attractive, even if they were over 40 years old. Emmet realized he had been staring and mentally chastised himself. Hoping they hadn’t noticed the barely legal boy staring at them, Emmet walked up to the two women with a smile on his face.
“Aunt Aubrey?” he said a bit sheepishly as he reached the two women.
Aubrey looked him over and it took a few seconds before recognition finally dawned on her, after which she smiled broadly.
“Is that you Emmet?” she asked almost incredulously. “You’ve gotten so.. So big.” she exclaimed. “I recall you being a lot shorter than me the last time we met.” she was still smiling.
“This here is your aunt Elena,” She continued. “You probably don’t remember meeting her since you were pretty young the last time she was here. And it's just like Daphne to send her son to do all the heavy lifting. Where is she?”
“Mom is still at the hospital, she had to do a surgery today and they’re still working on the guy I think, but she’ll be back in a little while. Let me get your luggage so we can be on our way.” he said as he started walking towards the area where the luggage was.
As Emmet waited for the luggaged to be unloaded from the bus, he noticed that both Elena and Aubrey looked a bit shifty. They were both had their legs crossed and were moving around uncomfortably. They talked amongst themselves for a few seconds before they walked toward him.
“Would you be a dear and get the luggage in the car Emmet, we just need to visit ladies room really quickly,” said Aubrey and they both walked off without waiting for his reply.
Emmet took their luggage and went back towards the car. When he saw Aubrey and Elena returning, he realizes something was still off, they both still looked a little nervous. Emmet could tell by the time they got back that they hadn’t been able to visit the restroom. Maybe there was a long line? But by how desperate the two women looked, they wouldn’t have left without relieving themselves. Emmet settled into the driver's seat and fired up the engine as the two women shuffled into the car, shifting nervously the entire while. This was building up to be an interesting ride.
Chapter 2
Aubrey knew this was going to be a close thing as soon as she saw that the restrooms were closed for renovation. It was probably illegal for a bus station of this size to not have active restrooms for the travelers but she wasn’t going to start a legal battle in the bus station. She and Elena, who had also admitted her need as they exited the bus, begrudgingly made their way back to where they spotted Emmet waiting for them by the car. She got into the front seat while Elena sat in the back, but she realized soon after, that sitting down made her need much worse.
“How long is the drive back.” Aubrey asked, trying to keep the concern out of her voice. She hadn’t been to Daphne’s place in a long time and didn’t remember how far it was. She hoped it wasn’t too far.
“Oh, it'll take us like twenty to thirty minutes, depending on the traffic of course.” replied Emmet, as he put the car in drive.
Twenty minutes. Surely she could hold on for twenty minutes? She was a grown woman of course, with teenage children of her own. It would get very uncomfortable, but she’d make it. She had to.
They had only driven for about five minutes when Aubrey had to shift her stocking clad legs and lift her butt, to straighten her skirt. Sitting still was getting harder by the minute, her bladder was filling up even faster ever since she’d exited the bus, with her kidneys releasing more and more urine her need was becoming worse by the second. The tingle in her bladder was now a constant thorn in her side, something she couldn’t ignore.
She lifted her butt again and crossed her legs, assuming a position that she thought would help lessen her need. As soon as she did it she realized Emmet had noticed something was up, and she cursed herself internally.
“Everything alright aunt Aubrey,” he asked with genuine concern in his voice. “ Is the seat not comfortable?”
Aubrey blushed, color rising to her cheeks as she realized she had been caught. She thought of coming up with a lie but dismissed the idea, coming clean.
“It's just that, I need to visit the toilet, it's quite.. Urgent” she finished, blushing again.
“Oh,” replied Emmet. “But didn’t you two go to the restroom when I was getting the luggage?” he asked.
“We did, but they restrooms were closed since they were renovating, so we didn’t get a chance to go.”
“Well it’s only a little while till we get home now, so you won’t have to wait long.” Emmet said smiling, this causing further embarrassment for Aubrey.
Great, the boy knows I have to pee now. Just great. Aubrey thought to herself as the pressure from her bladder continued to increase. The thought of peeing herself as an adult was mortifying, something Aubrey wasn’t even willing to think about, so she banished it from her mind and redoubled her efforts in holding.
Aubrey looked up to see that they were slowing down, since they’d hit some slow moving traffic. It took all she had to not curse out loud.
“How much longer?” Aubrey bit the bullet. The boy already knew she had to go, no point in continuing to mask her desperation.
“After we’re out of this traffic. Maybe 10 more minutes. Can you hold it till then Aunt Aubrey?” he asked, as if he were talking to a child.
“Just please drive quicker.” she replied as color rose to her cheeks again. Being talked to in this manner was humiliating but she was in no position to argue. Emmet must have realized by now just how urgent her need was but he was powerless to do anything in the slow moving traffic.
It took another five minutes for them to exit the traffic and turn onto an empty sub-urban road, but Aubrey’s desperation had gotten to an almost unbearable point by now. She had her legs constantly crossed by now and was squirming desperately in her seat. She shifted her weight from one side to the other and started rubbing her thighs together. She was nearly trembling with the pressure now and her legs were wound tightly over one another. She slid one foot out of her shoe and raised up her butt, placing a leg underneath her and sitting on her foot. None of this seemed to be helping.
Emmet was driving faster now but he seemed to be taking so many turns it appeared as though they were going around in circles. Aubrey's need to urinate had gotten as bad as she could ever imagine it getting. The last time she had been this desperate was in a similar car ride when she was fourteen, that had ended in her shamefully peeing her pants in the backseat of her parents’ car, one of her most embarrassing memories to date. She did not want a repeat of that experience, especially at the mature age of 41.
Her peehole was throbbing now, begging for relief. She could feel her bladder bulging as she clenched her sphincter muscle as tightly as she could, in constant fear that her urethra would at any moment, release the contents of her overfull bladder. She bit her lower lip and tried to wind herself even tighter, changing the leg she was sitting on and crossing them again, as she pressed her thighs even closer together and started moving back and forth, rubbing her butt on the seat underneath. Entirely unbothered by her efforts, her need continued to get worse.
Beyond the point of caring, Aubrey jammed a hand between her legs and place two fingers directly over her peehole. Her cheeks burned red with the knowledge that she had resorted to openly holding herself with her college friend’s barely legal son on the seat next to her, but she was out of options.
Aubrey was sitting on her foot now, bobbing up and down rubbing her thighs together constantly and a hand between her legs, but they still didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. In fact, Aubrey thought they had already been down this road before. Was Emmet purposefully going around in circles so Aubrey would have an accident? Why would he do that? What was to be gained from humiliating her like this?
Her thoughts were cut short as she felt her bladder twinge. A single burst of hot piss managed to break through her tired sphincter muscles. Aubrey gasped as she felt the warmth of her pee soaking into the crotch of her panties. Emmet was looking over again and she could swear she saw a sly smile on his face, for just a moment. Her peehole burned with a renewed heat after her mini release and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to hold it until they got back.
Looking up Aubrey saw that it was dark out, and there weren’t many people on the road. Out of options she did the only thing she thought might save her from completely wetting herself.
“Please pull the car over Emmet.” She said, her voice shaking.
“Are you .. are you sure?” Emmet asked, apparently taken aback by the question. “We’re only a few minutes from the house now.”
“JUST PULL OVER.” Aubrey shouted , which seemed to have the desired effect as Emmet slowed the car down and moved to the side of the road.
As the car started slowing down Aubrey felt another jet of piss shoot out of her peehole, the crotch of her panties got warmer before she felt the hot liquid collide with her fingers. Aubrey swung the door open even before the car had come to a complete stop and jumped out, hand still clamped between her legs she surveyed her surroundings, looking for a place where she would be hidden from view. She hadn’t found a place to pee when her bladder made the decision for her as more heat blossomed between her legs once more a strong spurt of pee escaped her peehole. She felt the crotch of her panties dampen further and the pee dribbled down her thighs, almost snaking its way to her knees. Out of both time and options, Aubrey lifted her skirt up followed by a single motion in which she yanked both her panties and stockings down, falling to a squat next to the still open car door.
SHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT
The sound of piss hitting the asphalt filled the otherwise silent night and her nostrils were filled with the acidic waft of her own urine. Aubrey let out a deep moan as she continued to void the contents of her bladder on the side of the road. Steam was rising up from the puddle growing underneath Aubrey’s squatting figure and she shuddered with relief as her steady stream slowed to a trickle, before finishing fully. The force with which she’d peed had caused droplets of it to splash back onto her ass that now glistened as they dripped slowly back into the puddle at her feet.
Her relief was short lived however, as she came back to her senses and realized the absurdity of her situation. So it was surprising when she turned her head, still naked from the waist down, with droplets of her own piss trickling of her ass, when she saw Emmet, her college friend’s son, pitching a massive tent in his pants. |
Chapter 3
It had only been about five minutes since they’d left the bus station but Elena was already reaching the limits of her endurance. She’d been mortified to learn that the toilets in the bus station were closed but lacking any other options, Elena had gotten in the car, where she prayed that she’d be able to make it back. Determined to hold it, Elena crossed her legs and ground her teeth as they pulled away from the bus station.
They had only been on the road for five minutes when Elena felt a strong pang in her bladder, causing her hand to instinctively shoot between her legs. She now had one of her hands constantly between her legs to help alleviate some of the pressure. Emmet had said that it’d take about twenty minutes to get back, and it had only been about five minutes since they’d left. That left about fifteen more minutes till she could relieve herself. Surely she could wait that long? Asking Emmet to stop along the way so she could go wee was a thought so embarrassing she wasn’t even willing to entertain it. So Elena kept holding on, counting the minutes until they’d get there.
“...only a little while till we get home now, so you won’t have to wait long” Elena realized she had zoned out during her attempts to hold in her pee. Had Aubrey just admitted to Emmet that she had to pee? Forgetting her own desperation for just a second, Elena focused on Aubrey.
Her friend had her legs crossed tightly over one another and she was moving her butt nervously. It appeared as though Aubrey had to go every bit as bad as Elena herself, and Aubrey had never been the shy type. This could be good for Elena. Maybe Aubrey would get so desperate that she’d ask Emmet to stop somewhere, some gas station or diner. And although Elena would be far too embarrassed to ask for a stop herself, she would gladly relieve herself if they stopped at any restrooms. Hoping that she’d outlast her friend, Elena soldiered on.
Her desperation only got worse as they drove on, seeing Aubrey constantly move her legs had an adverse effect on Elena’s own bladder and she suddenly felt a strong twinge which forced her to hold herself through the crotch of her jeans. She wasn’t at any risk of getting seen as she was sitting directly behind Emmet and Aubrey seemed too busy with her own predicament so she pressed her hand tightly against her peehole as they hit a pocket of traffic.
“How much longer?” Elena heard Aubrey say from the passenger seat. She must be getting truly desperate if she was bringing it up with Emmet again.
“After we’re out of this traffic. Maybe 10 more minutes. Can you hold it till then Aunt aubrey?” Emmet seemed genuinely concerned. Aubrey would probably ask him to stop after they exited this traffic, it was only a matter of minutes now, surely.
“Just please drive quicker.” Elena could hear the tension in Aubrey’s voice.
They had been in the traffic a few minutes when one of the cars directly next to Elena’s window honked. The shock made Elena jump and a short spurt made its way through her urethra. She felt it moisten the crotch of her panties as she started to panic. She had managed to gain control of her bladder again but she had definitely leaked, she hoped to god it wasn’t visible on her jeans.
After her leak, Elena’s desperation started to grow even faster than before. She was forced to clench her muscles even tighter and she had to jam both hands against the crotch of her jeans, where she could feel a spot of dampness. She was nearly shaking with the pressure now, but no matter how hard she tried , Elena couldn’t stop her burning peehole from leaking another small tricke. She managed to stem the flow momentarily but another spurt followed soon after. Followed by another. Her urethra was hurting now and she could feel the wetness from her leaks on hands. Her jeans were definitely wet now.
They had exited the traffic and moved onto a sub-urban area now. Aubrey seemed to be in very bad shape herself as she squirmed shamelessly in her seat, rubbing her thighs together it seemed like she was nearing the end of the line herself. Elena was sure she could hide the wetness of her jeans if Aubrey asked Emmet to stop now, but she couldn’t spot anyplace around that would have a public toilet.
Elena’s bladder cried out as a fresh spurt snapped her attention back to her own needs. She felt herself go red as she stemmed the flow once more. Small trickles of pee were now constantly leaking out of her peehole, even as she stopped them they turned to tiny spurts that spread the wetness around her crotch. Slowly, Elena lost what little control she had managed to maintain for the past few minutes as a longer spurt wrested its way loose from her tortured peehole.
SHHHHHHH
Neither Emmet nor Aubrey seemed to have noticed the muted sound Elena’s stream made as it struck the crotch of her jeans. She began to tear up as the warmth spread, first between her legs and inner thighs and then down to her butt.
She managed to stop the stream once again but the damage had already been done. There was absolutely no hope of hiding her accident now, the wetness between her thighs was clearly visible and she wasn’t even prepared to imagine what her ass must look like.
“JUST PULL OVER.” Elena was jolted out of her thoughts once more to see that Aubrey had a hand jammed inside her crotch and looked seconds away from wetting herself.
As Emmet slowed the car down, the last vestiges of Elena’s control crumbled away. Her tired peehole finally relaxed fully, releasing a strong jet of piss into her pants. The stream shot through her panties, jeans and hands that were still pressed over her crotch despite her earlier failures. She looked down at the growing wetness glistening on her thighs and crotch. There was a clearly audible hiss ementaing from her pants now and it was a wonder neither Emmet nor Aubrey had noticed the sound.
Elena’s stream continued as the car rolled to a stop, she could feel more wetness creep up her butt and seep in between her thighs. As Aubrey threw the door open Elena’s stream finally stopped. The seat was still absorbing the puddle that had grown under Elena when she heard a thunderous sound emanating from where Aubrey had just exited the car.
Too engrossed with her own experience, she hadn’t bothered looking at what had transpired with Aubrey. So it was a little consoling, given the humiliation she would have to face when her own accident would be revealed, to see Aubrey squatting right next to the car with her skirts hiked up and panties pulled down, with a fast expanding puddle at her feet. Maybe it was her imagination, but she swore she heard Emmet let out a little moan. |
Meradith was a 27 year old mother of 2. She was recently divorced, as she married the father of her children thinking she had to, not because she loved him. Now she was out of that relationship, with her two daughters and the happiest she had been in a long time, living with her boyfriend, a guy who she had been friends with back in high school. For the first time she could remember, she was in a happy relationship. She was still a beautiful woman. Short, at about 5’3 with sandy blonde hair and nice features. A big butt that caught the attention of men everywhere, and breast that had grown to 36 D’s since her first daughter at 25. She kept her vag fully shaved at all times, as she hated the feeling of hair down there and she knew how much her man loved it.
Today was a Saturday, and Mary needed to run into town to get some baby clothes for her friend Chelsey’s baby shower that afternoon. She got up and got dressed in a black shirt with a v neck that showed her impressive cleavage. Then she put on her comfy pink thong she had gotten on vacation that said “aloha” on the front and out on a pair of tight blue jeans. She had already drank one cup off coffee. She poured herself a second and then leaned into the bathroom where her boyfriend was showering
“I’m running in to town to the department store” Mary informed “I’m taking Riley and Anna with me”
“I should probably pee before I leave.” She thought briefly “but the bathroom is occupied. I’ll be ok”
Mary grabbed a bottle of cranberry juice out of the fridge, as her mouth was dry from the nearly entire pot of coffee she was in the process of finishing. She strapped her daughters in the their car seats and headed into town.
About halfway through the 15 minute drive, she had finished her coffee. Immediately she could feel her bladder filling, as Mary’s need to pee intensified. It was noticeable, but nothing she couldn’t handle.mary arrived at the department store and headed to the baby clothes section with her daughters by her side. As she browsed for the best gift for Chelsey, her need to piss became worse and worse. The pot of coffee and the bottle of cranberry juice had reached her bladder, and needed to escape and soon
“Riley! Stay over here by mommy” she said to her curious wondering daughter. While doing so, she was continuously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Even resorting to shoving her hand into her crotch.
“What’s wrong mommy?” Her 2 year old daughter asked “why are you dancing”
“Momma just needs to use the potty baby” Mary responded with a smile. Finally, rushing her decision a bit, Mary found some baby clothes for her old college roommate, and now she needed to find a bathroom, and quick.
“Come on Riley, this way.” Mary instructed. She held Riley’s hand with one hand and pushed Anna’s stroller with the other, as she power walked towards the restroom. As she reached her destination, she stopped as she noticed a troubling realization. A few plumbers were occupying the woman’s room.
“Umm excuse me” Mary said politely “I need to use the bathroom.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but the main pipe has busted. Both bathrooms are out of commission for about the next hour”
“Oh fuck” Mary thought. She was at the point of emergency now. She raced to the front of the store. She needed to get home as quick as possible or she’d have a very public, very embarrassing accident. Mary was 3rd in line at the only open register.
“Come on please hurry” she whispered to herself as she danced in place, trying to force her screaming bladder to hold on longer. Finally, she was up. Mary unloaded her cart with one hand firmly pressed into her crotch.
“Aww cute kids!” The cashier complimented. “How old are they?”
In the back of her mind, Mary wanted to scream “JUST CHECK ME OUT SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I PISS ALL OVER YOUR FLOOR!!” But she believed in being polite. Especially in front of her young daughters.
“This is Riley, she is 2 and a half. Say hi to the nice lady. And this is Anna, shes 10 months” Mary informed with a forced smile
“Well they are very cute. Your total is 52.43”
Mary got her wallet out of her purse. The seconds felt like hours as she waited for the machine to read her card. Finally, the process was over and Mary races to her car. She strapped Riley in to her car seat again. Then quickly strapped her youngest. As she folded up the stroller to slide into the back of her white SUV, she felt a little leak. “Oh no” she said as her pretty blue eyes widened. “I have to get home fast”
Mary got in and buckled up. She put peddle to the meddle. Every minute that passed, her need to piss got worse and worse and worse. About halfway, at a red light, she felt another spurt shoot out of her pretty shaved pussy and into her thong. This time, a little circle about the size of a quarter was visible on the bottom of her crotch. “Shit shit shit” she said, as she squeezed as hard as she could. Finally it turned green, and Mary hit the gas. Right before she got to the street to enter her neighborhood, another red light, and another leak, this time even longer. Her wet spot grew, it was now probably noticeable to anyone who would see.
“Oh my god, oh my god. I’m not gonna make it” Mary realized as she gripped the steering wheel. As the light turned green, Mary zoomed home. She pulled in her driveway. She had, for the most part, made it that far. But she couldn’t leave her kids unattended in the car, that was something she refused to do. As Mary hopped out of her car, another leak. Then another and another. Finally as she unbuckled Riley’s car seat, the inevitable happened.
“Oh fuck. It’s too late” Mary said. Finally, the gates had opened, and there was no stopping it. Mary felt her little pink thong overflow almost immediately, as her long held piss ran down her legs and out the bottom of her jeans, soaking her shoes and socks. Her jeans got darker and darker as her piss saturated all around her legs, half way up her ass, and all over her crotch. She stood there frozen for about a minute and a half as her bladder finished emptying. Mary looked down at the large puddle that had pooled beneath her feet. She stood there with a look on her face of both embarrassment and relief as the last of her pee slowed to a trickle out of her worn out bladder. Her younger daughter noticed something wrong
“Are you ok mommy?” She sweetly asked
“Yes baby mommas ok. She just had a little accident is all”
“You went pee pee in your pants”
“Yes sweetie. See even mommy’s have accidents sometimes”
“It’s ok mommy, I’ll give you one of my diapeys”
Even in her current state, Mary couldn’t help but smile at the sweet offer
Mary turned to her boyfriend who had came outside to see what was taking so long
“Uh oh” he said “could hold it?” He asked, holding back a smile
“The damn bathroom at the store was under repair. I got to the driveway then the floodgates opened.” She explained. “Will you get the kids? I have to go change”
Mary waddled inside, legs spread as she walked with pee still dripping off her pant legs. She arrived at the washer and took off her soaking wet pants and underwear, exposing her beautiful ass and bald pussy. As he boyfriend walked past, he gave her a little tap on the butt
“Don’t worry” he said “it’s not the first time you’ve done this”
Mary smiled, as she walked upstairs to shower |
DM’s on Dave's phone:
“So when do u wanna do the photoshoot?”
“9 am in the park?”
“Yeah 9am sounds great 😊”
“What train r u taking?”
“Oh I’ll just take an Uber”
“To 20th street?”
“Yeah”
“Ok see u there”
Dave
Dave's perspective:
He saw the uber as he was walking to 20th street. He wasn't sure it was Christie's at first but he checked the text, a black prius, it was indeed a black prius with an uber sticker. The timing was perfect. The car pulled up right in front of him just as he stopped at the corner of 20th and streetview, where they had planned to meet. Then Christie stepped out. She was gorgeous; there was a reason she was a model after all. She wore tiny jean shorts, a lace up red crop top, and a brimmed sun hat with tinted sunglasses. Her long black hair bounced joyously as she hopped out of the car. In a word, she was stunning. He picked his eyes up from where they'd stuck in her ample cleavage and looked at her glowing face, “Hi” she said with a contagious energy, ‘let's get started!”
Christie's perspective:
When she opened the car door she was surprised to see Dave standing right there. He was taller than she remembered, she barely came up to his shoulder as she stood up. His face was hot, high cheekbones and dark brown eyes that squinted into the glare of the summer sun. He was lean but not skinny, and in his tight white t-shirt she could see his pecs. Her eyes flicked downward; he was wearing skinny jeans, that was new, he always wore joggers. But ah what they had hidden from her. Her eyes lighted on his noticeable bulge. She raised her eyebrow, not bad. She looked back up, he was checking her out too, that was nothing new she would let him do it. He’s cute, lets see where this goes she thought. “Hi, lets get started!” she piped up cheerfully, and with a hug hello, off they went.
Dave's perspective:
She walked ahead of him toward the next location. He stared at her perky ass and hourglass frame moving hypnotically.
“Okay, here's good,” He said. She sat on a wall as he took out his camera, “Turn this way and lean against that pillar, relax like you're about to fall asleep; Be open to the sun on your body.” As christe swung her legs over the wall to lean the other way, Dave caught a glimpse between her legs. A flash of smooth shaven skin, she wasn't wearing panties, just what did she think the were doing today? The thought of sliding her shorts down those sexy legs made his pulse race, his dick throbbed and his throat got dry. Did she want him like that? He pushed the thought down, they had pictures to take. He stared through the viewfinder taking pictures and gazing at her chest, smooth sideboob through the lace up top with no bra. They wrapped up the photos for the location. It was really hot in the sun and he went for a drink from his water bottle, empty, he looked over at Christie, her bottle was empty too, it had been for the past half hour, “Hey, let's stop to get water from the fountain.”
“You can get a drink, I’m good,” Christie called back.
“Not thirsty?” Dave asked.
“No not really,” Christie replied, shifting from one foot to the other. Dave shrugged and took a long cool drink of water, it felt so good on his dry throat. He drank for almost a straight minute. And then he felt a little twinge down in his bladder, it wasn't urgent, it could wait till they finished.
Christie's perspective:
Her tight shorts pressed on her bladder uncomfortably; her uber had driven almost an hour and a half to the park and now it'd been almost 3 hours since she had peed. The whole time it was hot and at first she just kept drinking water, now though she couldn't risk it, she didn't even know if there were bathrooms in the park.
“It's right over the fence here,” Dave said and smoothly swung himself over the fence with an easy athleticism.
“Over there she said,” pointing shakily. On a good day she could still break her neck going over, but now, as her bladder complained, she didn't know if she could lift her leg like that without pissing herself. “O...okay, I don't know if I can make it over,” she said nervously.
“It's ok I'll make sure you don't fall,” Dave said, a sudden calm forceful baritone in his voice. His smile reached out and comforted her. God how could she resist his help. “Yes Daddy,”she whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, suddenly going red. She walked up to the fence and put one leg up, grabbing his hand for support. She swung the other leg up, when all of a sudden he put his other hand on her shoulder, a strong warm weight. A flutter went through her whole body, a giddy heat, and in that moment, she lost her balance and fell forward onto him. She squealed in terror as her swollen bladder slammed into him, wobbling desperate to leak out. A few drops came out into her shorts. No! She squeezed her legs together, holding back the flood, she couldn't wet herself in front of Dave, much less on top of him. She'd be so embarrassed and he would think she was a bad little girl who couldn't even hold her own pee. Alright, she had control. Deep breath she was fine.
Dave's perspective:
“Eeeeeeek,” Christie squealed as she fell on top of him. She landed on him and wiggled around holding her leg, her breasts pressing into his chest. Then she took a deep breath and the tension went out of her.
“Are you ok he asked,” genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, of course,” she smiled,”I just landed on your knee funny, let's go," she said in a suddenly sultry voice. Christie pinned her hands on either side of him, paused and then, tits hanging tantalizingly in his face, got up. His dick throbbed, pushing its way out of his underwear, and hotly pressing on his leg. Then another sensation his bladder had been slowly bulging as they walked here. Christie's landing had pushed on it, and now it began to throb at him all the water he drank trying to rush back out his half hard dick, Fuck, he thought, not in front of Christie, he couldn't piss himself in front of her, a guy pissing his pants was pathetic. He got up, “Let's head up to the rocks on that waterfall, that'll make a great shot.”
Christie's perspective:
Climbing the steps without holding herself was hard more squirts threatened to come out her pussy if she wasn't careful. She couldn't look desperate though, imagine trying to explain that to dave, that a big girl like her couldn't hold her pee, so she pushed on up the rocky steps to the waterfall. The sound of running water made her clit throb with her aching bladder. She should have worn panties today. Christie hadn't even thought about it this morning, maybe subconsciously her body just new how much she wanted to fuck Dave, his powerful hands on her shoulders and grabbing her as that big dick pumped in and out of her. But that couldn't even be the biggest thing on her mind right now, “climb to that rock over there,” she whimpered quietly as she tried to clamber over the rocks, her bladder threatening to release at any moment. The water made her want to cry, relief was so easy, so close that she desperately wanted to let it go and piss on the rocks. Nobody else was there nobody else would see, except for dave, except for him, shed hold it for him, she'd be a big girl and control herself for Daddy. Still the thought of just pulling her shorts down and letting an ocean of hot golden piss spill out onto the rocks, mixing with the waterfall and covering the boulder, was sexy as fuck. She was posing now, striking her sexiest poses and most hardcore faces right at camera, “Hey straighten your back and suck in your tummy a little,” Dave said in a cutesy voice. She whimpered, trying to push back against her bulging bladder. She knew it was showing, Her weakness was right there in front of Dave. She sucked in and gasped as a wave of desperation on a new level hit her, “Hey great face,” Dave said, looking at her, “hey were just about done here, but there's a cool spot up there in the woods behind the waterfall.”
Dave's perspective:
He needed to go, bad, really bad, the waterfall sound was getting to him, he was standing split legged between two rocks to get the shot, and unsupported it felt like piss would fall out of him at any second. They walked up behind the waterfall, he was so desperate he didn't even notice how Christie was wobbling and holding herself as she walked. As they reached the clearing of trees above the waterfall he almost said that they should do more pictures the he felt his bladder. His Cock twitched trying to hold back the flow. He'd piss his pants if he waited one more minute. But, how would he say it? He couldn't have and accident in front of Christie, but admitting to her that he needed to go like a little boy was so embarrassing. He opened his mouth and then stopped, and his heart sank. He swallowed. He couldn't make the words come out; she'd think he was gross. A little boy who couldn't hold his pee pee. He turned and he felt it, little drops, wet in his pants, a squirt. The piss was about to come out, “Christie, I gotta piss really bad,” he yelled as he turned away from her and whipped out his dick. A river of piss came sparkling out. The late afternoon light caught it, a stream, an ocean of piss gushing to the ground. The relief was Euphoria.
“You don't have to turn around,” Christie said in a quiet little voice.
Christie's perspective:
She had no idea Dave could hold that much piss, and oh my God, his dick was going erect, it was huge, and that stream was so sexy. But, she still had to hold her own piss in.
“If you need to pee too, there's a bathroom all the way over at the audubon center.”
Yes that was it, she would just have to hold it until…
Then the desperation his her, too much to handle. The floodgates broke all at once. Fuck, forget panties, a little girl like her should wear diapers. Piss soaked her shorts spraying everywhere like a firehose. It felt sooooo good, she yanked down her shorts and squatted down just feeling the tension leave her and the piss escaped in a hot flood onto the leaves on the ground. Dave looked away, “don't worry, you can watch,” she said.
Daves perspective:
He turned slowly and was immediately entranced. The gold light of sunset glinted on Christie's wet pussy as drops of pee sprayed everywhere, sparkling and dancing in the illumination. He walked over to her, her stream was still going, a steady wet hiss, soaking the leaves. She must really have had to pee. He put his hand on her shoulder, and then he leaned in and kissed her, reaching down his other hand to finger her pretty little cunt. The piss sprayed his hand, getting drops all over him and her. The smell of piss mixed with the scent of her hair in an intoxicating way. He rubbed her pussy slowly feeling her body start to move with him. The stream slowed to a dribble and then stopped, leaving Christie gasping with relief. Dave stood her up, and taking her by the shoulders pinned her to a tree. He locked lips with her, mixing saliva as their piss mixed with every penetration of his dick. They grabbed at each other, reveling in each other's fragrance, and the great relief of their bladders. Then they came, moaning and collapsed to the ground. With a great exhale, Christie asked, “so what do we do about my wet pants daddy?”
END |
I've been annoyed by the lack of two of my favorite things: 18th century/victorian omo, and pleasure from holding. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. I'm in no way a professional writer and I know I'm a bit excessive with the commons so don't judge too hard. Also I did pretty much no research on the time period and am basing everything on other period pieces I've read or seen so please excuse any discrepancies.
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Pt1
With every jerk and bounce if the carriage, Amalie could feel the pressure of her corset pressing against her bladder. the muscles in her womanhood have been straining to keep back the tides for the last hour of her trip. She had plenty of space to discreetly cross her legs under her large dress, and yet she sat with her legs slightly open. It was a secret she would never tell, but in truth, she lived for the tingly feeling she'd get from holding it in. It all began when Amalie was a young girl. She always had a harder time holding her waters than other girls her age. It definitely wasn't because she would hold it even when given the opportunity to relieve herself. Absolutely not.
During her studies, her teacher would force her to hold her waters until not her muscles nor every once of pressure she was able to apply to her young womanhood could keep it in anymore. It would begin with dribbles and sudtle hidden movements (or at least she thought they were), then build to squirts and wiggling like her life depended on it. It wasn't only bad though, she began to notice the tingly feeling down below was quite pleasurable. In the end she'd push herself hard against the seat, as hard as she could, but it would burst out in a powerful stream anyways. Her teacher would punish her and she would cry of embarrassment, but her teacher would always tell her how she'd thank her someday, as situations like these would arise often as she grew.
Her teacher turned put to be correct. Sometimes it would be half a day before a chance of sneaking to a chamber pot would would be possible. She was a proper lady, it's not like she could tell anyone but her chamber maid that was the reason needed for her departure. A lady never speaks of her private needs. And maybe she would put herself in those situations on purpous, definitely no one needed to such a thing as that. It's not like anyone would notice the trail of droplets she'd often leave on the elaborate marble flooring while on the way from the dining hall to her chamber pot.
Long carriage rides were always the worst, or the best, depending on how you look at it. If she was unable to hold her water, there would be no hiding the large puddle that would form under her feet, even after the many layers of fabric in her skirts obsorbed much of it. But knowing she had nowhere to go and nothing to do except keep holding her muscles as tight as she could sent shivers down her spine, which is why she's been drinking cup after cup of tea all day. At this point in their ride, her need to pass water was getting very dire but they were getting close and she's held to her limit enough to know she could wait much longer.
They had set out at eight in the morning and it was now two in the afternoon, with no breaks being had. She was in a carriage alone with her younger sister, Julia, while her parents rode in their own carriage ahead. Both carriages were decorated lavishly with carved wood and gold borders purely to flaunt the wealth of her family, yet it was lacking proper suspension for the wheels. Every bump and hole they passed over could be felt deep within her. She often wondered on these long journeys if her sister ever felt as she did. Amalie felt a tingle in her womanhood as she imagined Julia clenching her own. Sometimes she'd think she would see fidgeting or clenched fists but she was never sure if it was her own fantasies getting the best of her.
As her mind wondered, time passed quickly and soon they had arrived at their destination, her aunt and uncles residence. It was a beautiful mansion just outside of town right before the woods began, with a garden to rival any royalty. It was merely days till her aunt Margery's fortieth birthday. The balls Margery would throw were know far and wide as being grand and exuberant, and her fortieth has promised to be the best yet. Being invited was considered a great honour, and many were as it was never a small affair. Already you could see the signs of many people arriving at the estate. Close friends and family would receive accommodations on the property, there were many extra rooms to spare.
As Amalie stepped out of the carriage she noticed the scent of blooming flowers, the feeling a cool breeze after being locked in a moving box all day, and her need to pass her water. Thanks to the change in position, she felt the liquid inside her move downwards towards it's exit. As soon as both feet were on the ground she crossed her legs and bent over, pretending adjust her skirt. For a moment she was overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as she squeezed her her hole shut. If done merely seconds later she may have lost it right there on the ground. It wasn't until that moment she realized how much tea she had really drank, and maybe should be finding a champer pot soon, no matter how much she's enjoying it.
The servants coming to take all their belonging to each of their chambers arrived only a few moments after they had, four young men who looked to be gardeners. There was much help here as a property this big needed it, but even so, they were being stretched thin for all the event preparations. As she directed one of them with her bags, she attempted to stand as still as possible. It was difficult with the liters of liquid pressing down on her womanhood but she managed with only minor leg movements mostly hidden by the layers of her skirt. She remained courteous but short in order to get moving as soon as possible. She was proud of herself for being so sudtle. The servant assisting Amalie thought it seemed she was desperate to find a chamber pot but wouldn't dare say anything of such thing to a lady.
By now the rest of her family had exited the carriages and all seemed eager to make their way inside, most likely for the same reason she was. As Amalies mother and father began walking down the unnecessarily long stone path towards the door, her and Julia followed closely behind, and the servants behind them. She knew just from the amount of time they had been cooped up that everyone must have to pass their water at least a little bit but no one wanted to show it, so they strolled leisurely. Much to slowly for her predicament. A couple times the movement of a slow pace became too much for her and she had to stop for a moment and pretend to take a look around or sniff a flower. To her luck the place was magnificent enough to warrant such a thing without raising suspicion. When they were getting close to to the grand door at the end of the path she knew relief was coming soon. She imagined squating over a chamber pot and relaxing her muscles, how her pent up water would shoot out with such force. Her imagination took hold of her and she almost didn't notice the feeling of it moving downwards towards her hole that was now clenched less tightly. It hit the tip of her womanhood and she squeezed with all her might. One drop pushed it's way out and in to her underclothes, and all she felt in that moment was pure pleasure beginning there and traveling up her spine and down to her toes. Better than any man could give her.
She thought then maybe a stroll through the elaborate and extensive gardens first would be nice.
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Finally a part 2! I only did a quick prooteading so please let me know if there's any typos to fix.
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At the large entryway doors was an older gentleman who'd been working as the estates head butler since Amalie was a child. She said her hellos and all the formal greetings with her family, but when when he offered to show them their accommodations, she excused herself instead. She directed the men to take her belongings to her room and was off down the path with only a little complaining from her mother.
The main pathway around the gardens was a large horseshoe wrapping around the house. There were large hedge tunnels on either entrance blocking much of the view, which allowed Amalie a moment of privacy as she twisted and turned trying to get her waters under control. So many people arriving at the estate were still to busy preparing for the upcoming events that she nearly had the place to herself. Eventually the hedges opened to fields of well manicured plants of all kinds and colors. It was such a beautiful sight that Amalie's predicament was put to the back of her mind as she very slowly wondered down the gravel path.
Nearly twenty minutes had passed when she bent down to smell a flower and her corset pressed hard against her bladder. It all came rushing back as her legs involuntarily twisted into a knot. Suddenly her need to pass waters had become a constant feeling of pressure again. Every few steps she'd feel a light push from her bladder and a quiver between here legs. Those were the moments she'd stop and pretend to admire a beautiful plant or a statue. Under her dress she'd cross her legs and squeeze as tight as she could.
She came upon a bench and decided to rest a moment, even though sitting was not easy as most positions would tighten her corset around her quite swollen bladder. She ended up sitting with her legs wide open at the edge of the bench, pushing her pussy hard into it in order to deter any drops that may try to come out. She often found herself very thankful for her large skirts that could hide most odd position her legs would end up in. Across the path and a ways from her were a group of gardeners cutting perfect animal sculptures into a few large bushes. She knew not many accommodations were made for common workers and they would be out long days to make ends meet, sunrise to sundown. "Were there chamber pots available for the workers on the estate?" she wondered. Most likely not.
She thought of how long each could have been holding in their pee. She looked for signs of desperation but didn't see anything obvious, though none stood still long enough to really tell. She began to make up stories in her head; One drinking half his weight in tea earlier today, one stumbling straight into bed from the bar last night, only to not have an opportunity for morning relief. She couldn't stop herself from rocking slightly on the bench. She rocked forward to feel the pressure of the bench, and backward to feel the the pressue of her bladder. Reality began to fade and she moved faster, no longer paying attention to who was around her as her sensitive womanhood became her entire focus. Something was building inside her, she couldn't tell if it was an orgasm or her pee about to make its final push out, but she didn't care. It was right there, one more rhythmic movement and- there were voices. Coming from down the path, not yet in view thanks to some large shrubbery.
She was shocked out of her trance and sat back on the bench as normal as she could. Two ladies came into view, they were deep into conversation and payed Amalie no mind as they passed by. When she had pushed herself back, she made the mistake of clenching her stomach muscles which pushed her waters even closer the edge than it had been. She felt all the pent up liquid at the tip of her hole and squeezed with all her might. Her strength wasn't enough as it squeezed it's way past her muscles. She felt a a strong quivering between her legs and suddenly a spray. She quickly crossed her legs almost tight enough to hurt. With the help of her thighs she was able to shut off the flow. She sat still for a few moments that felt like an eternity each. After the women had passed to being put of sight again, she squeezed her thighs a few more times to feel the left over pleasure from a minute ago.
She stood up very slowly, as to not jar her bladder anymore than it already had been, and continued her walk down the path. Standing up so soon wasn't the best idea, she realized, as she felt more pee moved downwards towards her tired muscles. She was getting near the end of the loop that would leave her back at the front entrance. As much fun as this all was, she really was in need of a chamber pot quite soon. or possibly a few minutes ago. Leaks and small accidents were enjoyable, but a full wetting would be far to noticable.
Regret was slowly creeping up on her as she walked as she entered the final stretch through the hedge tunnel. She was thankful again to be kept her out of view as she did everything she could to the liquid inside her bladder. swaying her hips dramatically with each step, and crossing her legs every few. The end of the path was in sight but she wasn't sure she could make it through the public to her chamber pot without making a fool of herself. Just then she felt her pussy muscles begin to twitch frantically and she realized she wasn't gonna have to. She knew from experience that meant her waters were coming, not a leak but the all liters she had drank this morning pouring out completely uncontrollably.
The best she could hope for at this point was to get off the main path and a few feet from her was a side path heading off in another direction. She hoped it would give her just enough cover as she started towards it quickly. She was almost there when the tingling feeling down below intensified to a point she had not felt in a very long time and and she felt her bladder squeeze against her will. Pee began pouring down her legs. She practically jumps the last step into the dirt as her bladder exploded uncontrollably. She stood there barely hidden, legs still crossed out of instinct, having an accident in her Aunts garden like a child. Once the shock past, it was pure bliss as the torrent poured down her legs and puddled below her feet. She wasn't even half empty when she heard -
"Amalie!? Where are you!?"
It was her sister. Theres no way she could let her sister know she was having an accident, Julia would absolutely tell all her friends, the brat. Amalie squeezed her urethra with all her might and the intense tingles shot through her entire body but it wouldn't stop coming. Luckily her sisters voice was still a little ways away so she had enough time to squat and shove her heal hard into her lower lips. The piss shooting out of her still only slowed at first, but then the stream became a trickle, and then a drop. As she stood, she had to squeeze her thighs together one more time as it tried to come out again. But she had finally stopped it, and just in time to step back onto the main path as her Julia began down it. The pressure from her bladder had lessened but it was still very much there.
"There you are! Mother has had me wondering the entire estate for you!" Julia said, sounding quite annoyed.
"Yes and you have found me. So what is the matter?" Amalie replied. She was trying hard to be nonchalant but the tingling in her womanhood was making that difficult.
"The dinner of course! Have you forgotten? You don't even have time to change your dress now, mother and auntie will be so upset if we're late."
Oh. She had forgotten about the dinner. |
[Author's notes: First of all, this is my first fanfic on OmoOrg, so please don't be too harsh! Critiques are welcome. Yes, the title sucks, I'm not good at naming things. Also, as a request, don't quote the entire post in your replies, thanks!]
Chapter 1: The First Accident
After a long day of class, Yang walked into her dorm room, and began to stretch. Somehow, Ruby had convinced Weiss to go into town to go shopping, and Blake was studying in the library, so Yang was left to herself. And that was perfectly fine by her; in fact, she was relieved by that fact. She had a plan for tonight, after all; a plan that worked a lot better since she was by herself, and she had already put several hours worth of preparation into her plan.
Her first step had been to take a drink break as often as she could; between every class, and at every water fountain between her last class and the dorms. The second step in her two-step plan, was more of an inaction. She had neglected to use the restroom since before lunch. The end result was a simple fact, as common sense as 2+2=4. Yang Xiao Long desperately needed to pee.
As she stretched, she intentionally spread her legs as wide as she could – which was a remarkable amount – intentionally relieving as much pressure on her bladder as she could. The action caused her to have to use her bladder muscles as the only thing keeping her pee in. This, of course, meant that the feeling of desperation multiplied significantly. Yang, however, didn’t mind. She was still in full control. She’d spent the last several weeks working on her stamina – holding as absolutely long as she could, to force her body to figure out how to hold as much as possible.
Yang decided to test herself. Instead of holding back actively, she pushed out ever so slightly. This let her pee rush all the way into her urethra. She was now using her sheer willpower to hold it in. She kept this up until she feel her control beginning to slip, and then returned to holding it actively. However, the effort had essentially doubled her desperation, and she was almost right back on the edge.
Since she was near the end of her endurance, Yang finally allowed herself to head to the bathroom and lock the door behind her, just in case. However, instead of dropping her pants and sitting on the toilet like a good girl, she climbed down into the bathtub. She leaned up against the wall and spread her legs as wide as she could. She reached between her legs, and rubber her groin over her panties, and moaned slightly as the urge to pee grew with the pressure. She knew exactly what she was getting ready to do, and she absolutely loved the thought of it. As her panties began to get wet with her excitement, she thought back to the first time she’d done something like what was about to happen.
* * *
It had happened in her first semester at Beacon. She was just getting settled into her daily routine. It turned out that there was plenty of time for lunch, and her professor immediately after lunch was fairly lenient with tardiness. So, she offered to take her team to Vale for lunch. The four girls went to a popular restaurant and ate their fills. Yang neglected to pay attention to how much she had to drink, and ended up getting a few refills too many.
As the girls made their way back to Beacon, Yang realized that she wouldn’t have time to use the restroom before class. Her professor was lenient, yes, but not that lenient. No matter, Yang thought to herself, I’ll just go after the next class. I don’t even have to go that bad.. However, as the class wore on, her extra refills began to add up.
The class didn’t end a moment too soon. Yang left the classroom – and then immediately realized her mistake. My next class is on the far side of the school. Yang ran across the school, and finally made it to the right building. Unfortunately, she only had a minute or so to be in the class, and this as one of the strictest teachers in the school. Yang sighed and resigned herself to suffering through one more class.
Like the previous hour, the multiple sodas took their toll on Yang’s bladder. By the end of class, she was barely able to focus. As the bell rang, Yang got up and headed towards the nearest bathroom. When she got there, she cursed silently. Shit! The bathroom would be out of order today, wouldn’t it! By the time she determined the bathroom really was out of order and unusable, Yang realized that she had just enough time to make her last class of the day. Well, she thought, it could be worse. It’s the last class, I’ll make it just fine.
As the class wore on, Yang could feel her endurance wearing thin. She cursed the professor with every fiber of her body. How dare you teach about the Great Flood today! With the constant talk of water, Yang was unable to keep her mind off of her needs. She tapped her foot impatiently, as her bladder reached maximum capacity. As the class continued, Yang’s focus shifted more and more on her aching bladder. Hesitantly, she crossed her legs in an attempt to hold it in better. She hoped no one looked at her, because she very rarely crossed her legs.
As the minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, she soon found her hips wiggling in a ‘pee dance’. Damn it, she cursed, I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink! She started to cry internally, when a sudden wave of desperation hit her. She quickly grabbed her groin with her free hand, trying to physically hold the wave back. Her efforts were mostly successful, but a small but significant amount leaked into her panties.
When she was certain she had control of herself again, she made possibly the biggest mistake of the day; she looked at the clock. How the hell do we still have half an hour left?!? She screamed on the inside as she realized something very important. Quite simply, she was absolutely not going to make it. She had just begun to raise her hand to ask to use the restroom, when Jaune’s hand shot up.
“P-professor Peach, may I please use the restroom!?” Jaune yelled. With her permission, he got up, went to the front of class, and took the only bathroom pass there was. Professor Peach was often criticized for her elementary school method of using the restroom, but she absolutely refused to change it.
Yang’s heart sank right into her bladder as she lowered her hand before she really even raised it. As close as they were to the end of class, she wasn’t going to get a chance to go. She whined to herself as another wave rolled over her. In that moment, Yang made a decision that would alter her life forever. She knew she wasn’t going to make it without wetting herself, but maybe she could spare herself the embarrassment of a full accident. I’m going to have to let some out. Oh gods, this is the worst day of my life.
Taking a deep breath, Yang prepared to summon as much control as she could muster. Concentrating, she let go of some of the tension holding herself back. Her face turned red as a small amount of liquid began to work its way into her panties. She did her absolute best to keep her stream week and slow, trying to maintain control. The slightest miscalculation, If she let go just the slightest amount too much, and she would lose control, and she would end up soaking herself.
Yang slowly allowed herself to leak for the count of 30, and then somehow managed to force herself to stop. She could feel the wet spot on her panties, and knew there was a small puddle in her chain. She sat and thought for a moment, trying to assess her situation. She did indeed feel better, but the edge was still sharp, and she knew she would have to let out more.
Stubbornly, Yang forced herself to try and wait it out, not knowing who would see her, but after a mere few minutes, she was forced to concede. Tears welled up in her eyes as she willingly peed in her panties some more. This time, she went for the count of 60, and flinched as she heard the subtle, faint sound of her puddle spilling onto the floor. Though barely audible to her, in her ears she felt like she heard each and every drop hitting the floor. She swore that she felt every ounce flowing out of here as if it were a gallon. Fortunately, in the last ten seconds, she felt the edge fade, and she knew she would be able to make it out of the class without peeing any more. She re-asserted control over her bladder, and cautiously looked around to see if anyone was looking at her. To her great surprise, everyone was just as bored and expressionless as they ever were. Thank Oum. I don’t know how I could live with myself if people knew that I peed myself.
To her saving grace, the final bell rang and dismissed the class for the day. Yang remained in her seat until everyone that would be able to see her mess was gone and then got up and hurried out of the class. Never thought I’d be glad that the school uniform’s skirt is black, but here I am. She hurried to the dorm as fast as she could, but her need resurfaced and prevented her from running.
Eventually, Yang made her way to the dorm. She waddled to the bathroom, so desperate to pee that she couldn’t even walk straight. She got the door open, closed, and locked, when she lost all control. Her pee once again began to escape from her, renewing the wetness in her panties. Fuck! She screamed internally. No, no, no! This can’t be happening. However, despite her best efforts, nothing would restore her control. I can’t make a mess… she managed to think as her pee began to flow down her legs. She hobbled over to the bathtub and got in, finally giving up and letting her pee flow uninhibited.
For what felt like hours, Yang’s bladder emptied itself into her clothes, completely and utterly soaking them, turning her white panties very see-through. As the embarrassment faded, Yang was surprised to find herself getting aroused. Damn, this almost feels good. Yang didn’t know if her arousal was from the sheer relief of letting go after holding for so long, or if she was actually enjoying herself. All she could really think about was peeing, and the vaguely positive feeling it brought.
* * *
The whole accident had lasted maybe a full minute, but Yang vividly remembered the feeling. About a month later, Yang decided to do it again, but this time intentionally and more controlled. With the embarrassment and desperation not present to distract her, Yang was able to focus on the feeling of peeing in her clothes, and found that she did indeed enjoy it, and was still aroused by the feeling.
And now, here she was, masturbating to her first accident, filled to the brim with pee, just beginning to leak. She achieved orgasm, and came into her clothes. Not far behind, the contents of her bladder followed, and Yang Xiao Long once again peed herself. |
Chapter 2: Showering in Gold
Classes at Beacon had let out for the Winter Break, and students were allowed to go home for a while. Yang was conflicted about this: On the one hand, she’d been away from home for a really long time, and was anxious to see her dad. But on the other hand, she’d gotten quite used to being able to thoroughly enjoy her newfound fetish. At Beacon, all of the girls did their own laundry, so Yang had never been worried about getting caught. But if her time at Signal Academy was any indication, her dad was going to insist on doing her laundry for her. Which is going to be a problem. Yang thought, he pays attention, and he’ll easily notice if my clothes smell like pee.
Yang and Ruby were almost halfway through the three-hour flight from Beacon to Vale, and Yang had missed her last chance to use the restroom before they left. She wasn’t worried about having an accident, not after nearly a semester of training. But she also knew that they would have to get on a ship from Vale to their home island of Patch. That, of course, meant that she wouldn’t have time to use the restroom before it was time to board. Also, her dad was notoriously cheap, so she all but knew that the boat he’d booked wouldn’t have an on-board restroom. Of course, her endurance was a decent amount beyond that, but there was still an issue. By that point, she would certainly feel the need to go, which meant she would be beginning to be aroused. And at that point, she would have little choice but to finish her hold. Which let back around to the main predicament: She absolutely couldn’t pee in her clothes, but she wouldn’t be able to get off well if she went in the toilet like a normal girl. Oh well, I’ve got the while ride to make up my mind. She thought.
* * *
Once the boat arrived, Yang and Ruby both got off and greeted their father. After that, they ate a short meal together, and then Ruby declared that she was going to bed. Oh, good. Yang thought, That means that I’ll have the night to myself. Ruby and their father were both heavy sleepers, so Yang would be able to roam the house freely. In fact, before Yang had left for Beacon, she had experimented with being a closet nudist. That had been going fairly well, and Yang was beginning to think that it might have truly been for her, when her father walked in on her when he got up for a late night snack. Somehow, she managed to slink away without him fully realizing what was going on, but to this day, she still wondered if he knew, and just didn’t press her on the matter.
Once Ruby was asleep, Yang go out of bed, and went to check on her father. Fortunately, he frequently went to bed soon after dinner, since he was always teaching at Signal. After that, Yang returned to her room and relieved herself of her clothes. Being Winter, it was chilly, so Yang’s nipples quickly hardened in the open air. Yang ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them lightly. “Damn, it feels good to be naked again. My damn bras are so constrictive. I guess I’ll go ahead and be a closet nudist again. Just gotta make sure dad isn’t out and about while I am.” She said to herself. She ran a hand gently over her pussy, relaxing it. “Damn, I’m really starting to have to go. But I can’t pee in my clothes, dad’s gonna find out.” She sighed, and got up, then headed to the kitchen. Hardly thinking, she got out a glass and poured herself some apple juice. She sat at the table, still fully naked, and downed the glass. She got up again, got another, and drank it down. She was drinking more out of boredom than thirst at this point, but when she got up again, she decided to just bring the whole jug with her.
Yang began to think about her options. She once again confirmed that she could not user her panties. Beside the fact that she would be found out, she really didn’t feel like getting dressed again. She was going to sleep naked tonight for sure. She thought about going outside and peeing on, or maybe even in a tree. There were plenty of trees within easy walking distance, including one with a nice saddle-shaped branch that Yang knew would feel amazing against her bare pussy. However, the not-so-distant howl of a Grimm quickly changed her mind. She would much rather get caught peeing herself than get killed peeing on a tree. Suddenly, she realized that she had drunk the whole jug of apple juice, and then she immediately realized what a mistake that had been; her urge to pee grew suddenly urgent, and the juice nearly flowed right through her.
Yang hurried back to the bathroom, and locked herself in. She sat down on the toilet, but didn’t start to go. She was simply too horny to be able to pee like normal. She looked around the room, trying to find something to pee on. Unfortunately, it seemed like her dad had just taken out the laundry just before bed, so she was left with no options. Getting desperate both to pee and cum, Yang climbed up on the counter, and squatted over the sink. However, just as she was about to let herself go, she slipped slightly, and her butt fell into the sink. She got out of the sink, and off the counter, deciding that that wouldn’t be a very good idea. With little time left, she climbed into the tub and laid back against the tub. As she looked down at her groin, she suddenly had an idea and began to smile.
Yang scooted her butt all the way against the opposing wall, and then climbed her legs up the wall as far as she could get them to go, the middle of her back against the edge of the tub. With her butt and pussy in the air, Yang began to masturbate. She rubbed her pussy lips and clit for a minute before plunging her fingers inside of her, moaning out as her fingers put pressure on her bladder. She pumped her fingers in and out, pushing against her bladder as much as she could, before she finally came, her juices flowing down her body and confirming her idea. She let out a moan as she began to pee, the golden liquid flowing down her body, pooling where her breasts joined her chest, and on her chin. Yang moaned out loud again as she continued to pee on herself, warm liquid trailing all down her body. She began peeing harder, peeing directly on her breasts nipples hard. Yang’s pee stream suddenly faltered, and she once again reached orgasm, and then returned full force. Finally, as Yang came down from her sexual high, her stream finally sputtered and failed. She then relaxed, and slid down into her puddle, moaning lightly. She couldn’t believe that she’d managed to cum just from peeing on herself.
Yang took a few minutes to clean herself up, and made sure that all of her pee had gone down the drain, before she finally went to bed, sliding between her sheets without bothering to get dressed. She rubbed her still-wet pussy on her sheets, and eventually fell into a very aroused sleep |
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