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Bursting Bryony
Bryony Higgins had so much whizzing through her mind. She’d spent the last three hours in a meeting sipping coffee throughout and listening intently to the financial difficulties and impending liquidation ahead if things didn’t improve soon in her company. She’d driven the two hours to HQ early morning to avoid traffic and enjoyed catching up with fellow area managers though she was well aware of the serious issues the company faced. Each of them left at midday with urgent bullet points of immediate improvement drilled into them.
Bryony knew her job and the fate of hundreds of employees party rested on her ability to implement these action points with no time to spare. Gone were the days of elaborate work lunches and expensive coffees. Today had been basic tea and coffee and jugs of water and a rudimentary paper plate of cheap biscuits. Still Bryony had at least had plenty to drink and a couple of biscuits too. She pulled into the burger van in the industrial estate and picked up a hot roll and a can of cola and took ten minutes to eat and drink, reading over the briefing she had been issued with again. It was a sober call to action and even though the inevitable might still happen anyway Bryony was determined and motivated to do everything she could to have her area out perform even the best and most optimistic expectations. She made a few calls to some of the shops she oversaw and was even more concerned when two didn’t even bother answering. What if she had been a customer? Things needed to change right away and she brushed the crumbs from her straight black fitted dress and off her nylon tights and started her engine.
The nearest shop in her area was just over an hour away. They were first on her hit list. She had to get every single shop to perform to their best and that started this afternoon.
Traffic was as expected but what Bryony hadn’t expected was her body to start feeling increasingly uncomfortable as she drove. A familiar tingling between her legs made her cast her mind back to her day so far. When had she last used the ladies? Had she really not gone prior to leaving HQ? She always did as a matter of course but she had no recollection of doing so today. Grrr. This wasn’t in her plan. She had way too much she had to deal with and she wanted to get to the store in time to talk to all the staff and get things improved before closing. Tomorrow she had three other shops in her area to visit so it was imperative she reached and sorted this one today.
She was in the right hand lane as she passed a sign for services, only one of which was on her route as motorways merged and spread ahead. It was in just one mile but a combination of heavy traffic to negotiate through and the time implications of pulling over, parking and using the bathroom all combined to persuade Bryony to keep on driving. She could use the bathroom at the shop on arrival anyway and she was just half an hour away now. She bit her lip and carried on.
Bryony couldn’t help but talk to herself a little as she approached the town centre finally. ‘Oh I should have peed before I left. Come on lights!’ Her dress seemed suddenly much tighter, her lower stomach pushing out making her look a little pregnant. ‘Too much cola and coffee’ Bryony moaned as she rubbed her bladder at yet another set of traffic lights. She tapped her foot and fidgeted in her seat. ‘Oh come on. I’m bursting for the toilet!’
She pulled in finally into the small staff car park, flustered with her need to pee and an annoyance at how badly the staff had parked their cars. ‘Abandoned more like’ she said to herself as she opened the drivers door and stood up for the first time in an hour and a half. Gravity seemed to push the entire contents of her bladder towards her urethra which tingled constantly. She crossed her legs and shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to another on her high heeled shoes before pressing to lock her car and putting her hand bag on her arm.
Staff clearly were not expecting her unannounced visit as Bryony could quickly tell. The shop was steady but the shelves had gaps, the music was too loud, the posters looked tired and the queues...adrenaline swept through Bryony as she walked in aghast at her first impressions. She hardly had her foot over the threshold when a customer approached her. She so longed to go to the bathroom first but negotiating even through the store in this state wasn’t going to be easy and she dreaded to think what state the storeroom and bathroom might be like! She pushed her thighs together and bent forward as the customer, clearly seeing the company badge on her dress, asked her for guidance. Every sale mattered, now more than ever so Bryony took the customer to find what she wanted, negotiating through a long slow queue of customers in the process.
Once sorted Bryony walked up to the checkouts and demanded to know what was going on.
‘Ann, what’s happening? We need this sorted now! Get staff on the tills now. Then when that calms I need stock out, this shop tidied and for goodness sake turn down that music so you can hear me!’
‘ But we’re all on the tills. Wayne’s sick and there’s only myself and Mike in. It’s been manic today.’
Bryony pushed through the crowds to get behind the checkout, pushing her handbag under the counter while simultaneously logging into the first free till to clear the queue, all the time her legs moving and dancing as her body tried keeping the huge torrent of excess liquid inside her. From the customer side she looked efficient, professional and smart yet behind the till Bryony was so bursting now she couldn’t stand still. She bounced her knees, rubbed one leg on the other up and down, bend a little and accidentally stood on Mike’s toes!
Mike looked at her though nothing was said. Ten minutes later the queue was slowly easing but Bryony’s need was increasing by the second. She was serving a customer when a strong urge came and her hand grabbed at her dress. She wasn’t so much moving subtly now it was more of a full on obvious bursting dance. Bryony was about to burst!
She handed the receipt to the customer and grabbing her handbag she shuffled out of the till area before the inevitable happened. She threw her bag over her shoulder and headed to the back of the shop and into the store area as urgently as her clicking high heels would let her. Her heart raced, sweat forming on her face and her body pushing strongly against her, she grabbed between her legs, now out of sight from customers, and ran down stairs to the small staff toilet and kitchenette.
Bryony couldn’t recall ever feeling this bursting ever before. Her underwear was damp as she felt leaks trickling out even as she pulled her dress up at both sides and tugged at her tights and knickers. Her bottom only vaguely over the filthy loo , her clothes only millimetres away and the gush began. Bryony gasped. Then she sighed. Then she laughed.
Her day began because her company had an emergency and here she was having an emergency of her own. The company had a lot of work ahead and Bryony vowed to work on her bladder every bit as much. She had come close to her own liquidation and only just avoided it now she planned to achieve the same with her work. She had too much to do to risk getting this bursting again and tomorrow she promised herself she would hold on all day. |
Cross-legged Chris
The pub after work had seemed such a great idea at the time but now Chris was regretting his two pints with his best mate. Sure he’d had an early finish and it was Malcolm’s birthday but this travelling home in rush hour by bus on a pouring wet afternoon wasn’t his idea of fun now in any way.
Chris leaned on the window as he wiped condensation away to see out. It had been ten minutes since the bus last moved and he was keen to see what the hold up might be. Annoyingly all he saw was stationary traffic and people walking about under umbrellas. The pitter patter of rain and the drops running down the window in front of him made him realise why he was getting so frustrated: he needed a piss. Not too badly quite yet but if the bus continued to go nowhere he knew those pints would come back to haunt him soon.
Chris crossed his legs and checked his phone. First he scrolled through Facebook, then checked email and then finally he thought to check the travel twitter feed. Nothing hugely serious there but two ‘minor’ incidences were causing tailbacks. Chris leaned slightly forward, his legs still crossed as he strained to read the font on his phone in the dim bus lights. Leaning forward helped as a spasm from his bladder jolted him enough to cause him to swing his top leg. Those pints were clearly wanting out sooner than he was comfortable with.
A text from Malcolm thanking him for the drinks broke his thoughts as he opened and read it straight away. ‘Got train fine though a little delayed. Thanks again for birthday drinks. Have a great weekend!’ Chris text back: ‘you’re welcome. Got bus right away though not moved for ages now due to traffic. Just kind of wish I’d used the gents before I left Walkers.’ Just as he pressed send the bus engine turned and the bus crawled along a very short distance. Chris debated getting off and walking but at least he was warm and dry on the bus and it would take about an hour to walk the five miles home, plus if the bus could just get out the jam he would ordinarily be home in about twenty minutes.
He leaned back and kept his legs crossed and closed his eyes. Maybe a little nap might help time pass quicker and take his mind off of things. It helped a bit but whatever Chris tried thinking about; his flat, the last girl he was with, his own imminent birthday and even what he might eat later, he still couldn’t quite forget about his need to piss. The bus was moving slowly now but he had barely got to the end of the street yet never mind onto the main road out of town. Chris leaned his head on the damp window again, shifting in his seat but not daring to uncross his legs. He was slightly tipsy, happy, but tired, though his body continued to send little pulses between his legs reminding him that his bladder was rather full.
Chris tried to shut it out and closed his eyes once more. He must have lightly dosed because he opened his eyes to find not only that the bus had actually moved onto the main road at last but that his hand had also moved over his crotch without him even being aware. He looked around to make sure no-one had spotted before quickly pulling it away. He might really need a piss but he certainly didn’t need others to know that. He crossed his legs at the ankle and scrolled through his phone again. Time was dragging in and it was even beginning to get dark. The rain was even getting heavier too just to make things worse.
The bus pulled into a stop and quite a number of passengers got on. It was rare for people to sit next to strangers on public transport unless they had to so Chris was a bit taken aback that a female sat beside him, placing her small but soaking wet umbrella at her feet. He wasn’t wanting to talk to anyone and was glad social etiquette seemed to say that this wasn’t expected these days anyway. He shifted a little in his seat and leaned back letting his legs stretch forward under the seat in front of him but not uncrossing them. He swirled a foot to distract himself from yet another signal from his bladder. He quickly glanced at the lady beside him but she was distracted facing ahead so he silently breathed his relief.
Chris had been on the bus almost half an hour now He should have been home ten minutes ago and relieved himself. That brief thought triggered another wave of need and Chris sat more upright and brought his legs nearer. He tried uncrossing his legs but that seemed to somehow tell his body that it could relax more meaning his bladder pushed down towards his urethra and Chris found himself bouncing a knee unconsciously. He immediately swung that leg over the other and tightened his muscles.
Progress was slow both with the journey and Chris’s internal struggle. A steady throb continually reminded him he had to piss soon but it was manageable, tolerable even, and with his legs crossed he felt confident he could hold on until home. That was until his female fellow passenger opened her handbag and took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and took a big gulp. The swashing of the bottle, the watching it run into her mouth and the splash as she tipped it back down to put the lid back on seemed like torture and Chris twisted his body towards the window slightly and gave his crotch a rub. He looked out the window but the relentless dripping of water down the window was ever bit as bad as the bottle of water had been.
The bus pulled into another stop and more passengers got on. This meant it was now standing room only with wet clothing, collapsed unbrellas and water dripping down covers on buggies. Chris noticed an older lady standing and after shifting again in his seat he decided to do the gentlemanly thing and caught her attention.
‘Please take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.’
He clambered over the lady beside him who hugged her handbag close and breathed in to make it easier before she shuffled to the window to make room for the older lady.
The lady smiled and thanked him and Chris held onto the ceiling handles to steady himself. He’d hoping standing might take his mind off his bladder but it had the opposite effect entirely. He moved from foot to foot awkwardly trying to hide the fact he so desperately needed to pee.
People rarely spoke on buses, at least that was his experience, but the elderly lady seemed to ignore that.
‘You cold son?’ She asked curiously as Chris continued to shift around despite being highly embarrassed.
‘Mmmm. No I’m fine thanks.’ He muttered rather embarrassingly then looked away.
He had to stop moving before people realised what was wrong. He slipped a hand in his pocket to try and reach his aching penis to squeeze it whilst making a huge effort to stop moving around. It was not enough though as a strong urge to pee came over him forcing him to squeeze his legs and thighs tightly before crossing his legs again, which looked much more awkward standing than it did sitting.
He still had four stops to go until home but Chris was sweating. He’d been bursting for almost an hour and his body was getting tired from holding. Those two pints, combined with copious other drinks before that, had taken him to his limit. He bend forward and pressed the bell to alert the driver he wanted off. Hopefully walking would help stop him wetting himself and at least he wouldn’t have an audience to hide from.
He stepped off the bus and was glad to see it pull away. He pulled his hood up to shelter from the rain and gave himself a squeeze before heading home. Walking was a bit distracting and with only the dim light from streetlights it was less embarrassing rubbing his thighs and crotch as he briskly walked. Another strong urge caused him to stop and cross his legs tightly. Oh how badly he needed to piss now. He looked around, his mind frantic to find a bathroom.
Asda! How could he have possibly forgotten about Asda? He quickly looked across the road and with one hand grabbing his crotch for dear life he ran across the road and down the small lane into the warm bright store. He raced along the row of checkouts feeling his piss right at the very tip of his penis. Disabled, baby change, ladies...why did the bloody gents have to be the furthest away?
Chris pushed the door open with his back with both hands squeezing his crotch for dear life. As he turned his body tears of relief formed in his eyes as he saw the most inviting, heavenly, beautiful sight ever created: a urinal. Chris ran over, doubled over, feeling his underwear dampening as he unzipped his jeans and fished for his penis, which was slowly but steadily leaking. He pulled it out, aimed, and used his other hand to steady himself as his piss shot out fiercely and strongly. Chris felt a little dizzy from the intense relief and the power at which he was pissing.
He sighed and panted. ‘Oh my God, that’s so much better!’ |
Tim looked out at the ocean and watched the storm creeping in. The sun was going down behind him and the light was nearly what he was waiting for, since the other thing hadn’t panned out.
Tim was a photographer, looking to break into the business. So as he finished up school, he took his camera out and about often, practicing constantly. This evening he was down at the beach to shoot the ocean and the clouds in the “magic hour”. The stormclouds (still well offshore) were deep and dark but lit up brilliantly by the setting sun—a beautiful combination.
But as Tim walked around, looking for good angles and things to foreground against the clouds, he kept his eyes open for other kinds of beauty. He was shy, often cripplingly so, but just as he was practicing his photography, he was practicing approaching women. The beach was a perfect place. He’d go up, offer his card, offer to take some professional-level pics. He promised to delete them afterward, and would routinely do so in front of them. In this age of “doing it for the ’Gram,” he got a lot of people to say yes, and also got a lot of people to ask him not to delete, and send the picture to them instead. With the camera between them, he could be confident, relaxed, professional, complimentary, with only a hint of flirting. And he got a few numbers. He’d only gotten two dates so far, which had gone nowhere, but just that was a huge ego-lift.
He had rules, though. Rule Number One was “don’t be creepy.” He never pointed his camera at anyone until they said yes. He asked plenty of couples, and even elderly tourists, so that it was obvious to anyone watching he wasn’t just trolling for dates. He never approached women on their own unless there were a lot of people around. And he always took no for an answer.
So far today he hadn’t been able to talk to anyone, though. And Rule Number Two was always talk to at least one pretty girl. Whether he got her number or not, he needed the practice.
Tim focused on the stormclouds for a few minutes. When he looked up the beach again, he saw someone he hadn’t noticed before. Someone with lovely hair and a one-piece swimsuit that, even at this distance, looked a little tight.
He moved a little closer. She was alone, and the beach was getting quiet—too quiet for his usual rule. He hoped other people would come nearer so he could strike up a conversation with her without looking like a creep.
Before long he was sneaking more glances at her than he was taking pictures. She was sitting on the beach without a towel, legs stretched out in front of her, leaning back on her hands. It was a pose almost designed to make her breasts stand out, and it was working. He kept clicking the shutter—always aiming his lens at the ocean, never at her—and stepped a little closer still.
She was looking around, now. She’d definitely seen him. Looking around, looking around…
“Huh!” he said. She looked anxious about something. Was she waiting for a friend, who was taking too long? Was she worried about him? He didn’t think so, she wasn’t looking at him too closely. Was she worried about the storm? But she barely looked at the clouds, and the storm was still at least an hour away…
Then he saw it: the wriggle. The crossed legs.
“Hoo boy,” he said to himself.
Did he dare? Did he dare strike up a conversation with a hot girl bursting to pee? His deepest secret was that he was aroused, painfully so, by a girl desperate for a piss. Did he dare?
He had to. Rule Number Two demanded it.
He walked over—but not too close. He crouched down so he wouldn’t be looming in a threatening way. He held up his camera and was about to launch into his pitch—Hi! I’m a professional photographer out practicing, would you like a picture?—when he saw her face. She was obviously uncomfortable, but not because of him. Instead he lowered the camera and asked, “Are you okay?”
She looked at him blankly. She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, tightly. She shook her head.
This tossed her hair about her shoulders. Such sexy shoulders. Her skin was somewhere between olive and bronze. Her hair was dark, but now he realized on closer inspection that it was a deep, deep red—and gorgeous, a bit of a curl to it, somehow both wet and light as a feather. The breeze caught it as she shook, and it landed gently on those shoulders, glistening wet, across the single strap of her swimsuit—it was off-the-shoulder on the other side. It was an odd swimsuit, faintly shimmery, and a slightly different color at every different angle. And the suit was tight, tight. It looked as if it had been made for a somewhat younger, smaller girl; it looked stretched taut and straining over her breasts. Her breasts weren’t huge, but anything more than “flat as a pancake” would have looked like Christina Hendricks in that suit. He couldn’t just make out her nipples, but also the areolae around them. Her cleavage above the line of the suit was intense. There was a trident stitched onto the suit above her left breast, where the single strap swept up to her shoulder.
And down below… well, it looked tight down there, too. She recrossed her legs again.
He tore his eyes away from all this and looked her straight in the face. Rule Number One. “You’re not okay?” he asked, clarifying.
She shook her head again and shrugged.
That was confusing. He tried a different angle. “Do you need help?”
She cocked her head and stared at him. Puzzlement at his words fought with urgency and discomfort on her face.
“Do you speak English?”
Again a blank look.
Aha. He knew a little Spanish, a smattering of Japanese, and a few snippets of some major tourist languages. He riffed through what he had. Nothing.
Huh. Where was she from? Not from around here, anyway, and not from any of the big places. She definitely didn’t look Russian or Asian or Indian. But then, her ethnicity was extremely hard to place. If he looked at her one way he could almost see something—Native American?—and from another angle she looked quite different—Middle Eastern? And that red hair. Surely not Irish, not with that skin?
He was about to give up when he looked her in the face again. She wasn’t looking at him; she was looking down at the small bulge just above her crotch. Her legs were wriggling frantically, and she had a look of pure despair.
That did it. He had to help her. But how, if they couldn’t find a common language?
Aha! Pictures, the universal form of communication! He whipped out his smartphone and called up an image search of the standard sign for a ladies’ room. He showed it to her.
She still looked blank.
Several other pictures—a toilet; a Japanese-style toilet; a classic outhouse, complete with crescent moon—did nothing as well.
Definitely not from around here.
Finally he resorted to a crude pantomime: he held his fist clutched between his legs, acted desperate, and then flung open his fingers like something bursting open, making a fssssh! sound through his teeth as he did so.
Light dawned at last. She sat up, her blank confused look replaced by one of understanding and hope.
He pointed at her, did the gesture, made the fsssh sound again. She nodded, quite enthusiastically, and copied him.
How to explain "a place to pee" via pantomime? He thought for a moment. Then he drew a square in the sand, pointed to it, did the gesture over the box.
She cocked her head, almost understanding but not quite.
He tried again. This time he pointed at her with two fingers. Then he put those two fingers down in the box, spread them apart like legs, went fsssh, and used his other hand to show something coming out from between those “legs.”
Her face lit up again. She clapped her hands and laughed—from his physical comedy or from sheer relief, he couldn’t tell. But that laugh was gorgeous, like caroling bells.
She was looking at him eagerly. He stood up and scanned around. This part of the beach didn’t have a lot of traffic, but most of it was flowing in one direction: toward the parking lot. And there was a building in that direction, too, which he thought he remembered was a restroom. He hoped it was; all this pee talk… well, pee gesturing… was making him start to need to go, too. He pointed toward the building. She didn’t get it. Then he offered her his hand, which she took, and he helped her to her feet. Her hand was slightly cold, but so soft. He tried to let go but she hung on.
Well, in that case…
Holding hands with the most beautiful woman he’d seen in real life, and the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen so desperate, he led the way.
Halfway down the beach she had to stop and bend over, crushing her free hand between her legs. She looked about to cry as she slowly straightened up. The waves couldn’t be helping, he decided. They certainly weren’t helping him.
Wait—the waves. Why not? He pointed toward the ocean with a questioning look on his face. When she squinted at him in confusion, he pointed to the ocean and made their usual gesture/sound effect.
Her reaction was not what he was expecting. She shook her head violently, and, oddly, stepped slightly closer to him. Was she afraid to go in the water? Afraid of the storm? He didn’t understand. Instead she pointed back the way they’d been going, and hissed fsssh! fsssh! between her teeth urgently. He shrugged and led on. She clamped her free hand between her legs again and followed.
The hand between the legs, the faint full-body shivers he was feeling through her hand—all of this was going straight to his groin. He was stiffening fast. He hoped his shirt covered it.
They reached the building at last. It was a snack stand, mostly—but there were also restrooms, clearly. On the other hand, there was also a huge line for the women’s room, and even a line for the men’s. He sighed inwardly and reluctantly stepped toward the men’s line. She held him back, still not letting go of her death-grip on his hand or on her crotch. She looked—scared, shooting anxious glances at the people all around her. She dragged him back to her side.
He pointed to her, then to the women’s room; to himself, and to the men’s. She seemed to understand, but didn’t look happy about it. She finally let go and started to walk toward the women’s room door—clearly about to cut in the (quite long) line.
Holy shit, she had no idea. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back. She looked baffled—and angry, and really really desperate. He guided her a little further away and turned their bodies so most people couldn’t see him gesturing. For added camouflage he spoke while he gestured, knowing she wouldn’t understand the words. “No, you have to get in the line.” His finger went to the back of the line, then along it, and finally to the door.
Her eyes got wide—and nervous. She nodded, clearly comprehending, but also clearly not happy about it at all. She wouldn’t let go of his hand again. She clearly refused to stand in line without him.
By now they had attracted quite a lot of attention. Her shimmering suit caught the eye well enough. Her obviously-bursting body language held it. At least half the men and boys in the bathroom line opposite had turned to look at her. Several girls in the line ahead were eyeing them, too, including one with a pretty gay haircut. And since his companion was clearly holding him prisoner as she waited in line, he got a lot of attention as well.
“What the hell, man?” a girl asked him.
Tim took refuge in audacity. “What did you say?” he asked—in Japanese.
“I said, what the hell are you doing in the women’s line?”
He shook his head. The heckler pointed to the men’s room line. “You belong over there! You gotta have tits to be in this line!”
He held up his companion’s hand, which was obviously white-knuckled, and shrugged helplessly.
The heckling girl scowled and looked away. But her anger had frightened Tim’s new friend, who buried her face in his shoulder. Since she was now writhing frantically, her other hand still mashed between her legs, he felt intensely uncomfortable, intensely aroused, and intensely protective, all at once.
“What’s wrong with her?” said the young girl behind them in line, poking Tim’s friend—who was obviously more afraid of the people than embarrassed to be seen squirming so much.
The poking combined with the desperation was apparently a breaking point. Tim was suddenly dragged out of line by his redhead, hurrying away from the restroom and the staring eyes. She shot a look over her shoulder, then looked at him, practically on the edge of tears, and said, “Fsssh! Fssssh! Fssssssssh!”
“We’re gonna need more words than that eventually,” Tim said, looking around wildly.
There were beach showers on the far side of the restroom/snack stand building. He led her toward those, but when she saw the showers running, she jerked away. Running water was a bit too much. He cast his eyes around. Nothing. Nothing. They had to keep moving. He hurried her along past the showers, further along the beach. At least there were fewer people. But she was whimpering now. They didn’t have long.
He stopped and looked at her. Realization struck. It was a swimsuit, for crying out loud. She could just pee through it. He dropped her hand and pantomimed peeing right here.
She shook her head, tugging at the edge of her suit. Obviously she didn’t want to do that.
“Soon you may not have much choice,” he muttered. He pantomimed taking the suit off. She responded instantly, covering her breasts as if they were already bare, and then pointing to the passing people. “Fair enough,” he admitted.
For a moment, however, he had to attend to his own situation. He definitely needed to pee now, too—but more awkwardly, he was hard. And it was really uncomfortable running around that way. He adjusted his shorts; this didn’t help.
She giggled. A helpless little giggle, but clearly amused.
“What?” he said, not thinking.
She reached out and to his utter astonishment grabbed his hard-on. Then she let go (always with one hand wedged between her legs) and gestured at her body.
He shook his head and made the peeing gesture/sound, from his own crotch.
She looked at him—the most knowing look he’d seen on her face, and the most easily understandable. It said, Oh really?
Hanged for the wool, hanged for the sheep, he thought. He let that sheepishness show on his face, then nodded and gestured to her body—and then pointed at her crotch added, “Fssssh!”
Her eyes widened. This was clearly something that she had not considered before. Then she grimaced, eyes squeezing shut. She obviously had just a few moments left.
Then he saw it: a line of driftwood. It was the best they were going to get. He grabbed her hand and ran down the beach. He clambered up on a big driftwood log and searched for a spot. There! A little sandy patch between branches.
She saw it too. She dropped down into the little hidden spot. She was sliding her strap over her shoulder (in an incredibly sexy half-shrug move) even as she did. Her breasts came free—and that made him all the harder, for clearly the suit had only helped a little. Dear god were they perky. She pulled the suit down to her belly—and then rammed her hand into her crotch again, this time under the suit. But without both hands, she couldn’t get the fabric over her hips. She looked at him, helplessly.
He jumped down into the hollow beside her and pulled the suit free.
Just as soon as the fabric came off her crotch, she started peeing. She let out a panicked squeal, even though it only sprayed the crotch of her suit, and squeezed it off. She was panting with exertion now. With Tim’s help she got the suit down to her ankles and then off of one of them. She spread her legs and peed.
And peed.
And peed.
She must have been holding it for hours. Maybe a day, at this rate. It was dark yellow and smelled strongly. She seemed extremely shy of it touching her feet, as she did a little hop-step to avoid the puddle.
With every passing second that she peed, Tim grew harder still. His erection was unbearable under his shorts and he had to fumble with it. But there was no angle that worked—every way hurt. He didn’t notice that she was finished peeing. Not until her hand suddenly joined his.
She pulled at the elastic waistband of his shorts with strong hands. A moment later she was stroking his cock in her so-soft hand, pressing her breasts against him. A moment after that, he came, furiously. She gave a little shriek—of fear? Of delight?—and aimed his fountaining cock away from her.
He leaned back against the log, panting. He softened quickly. And then his own pee started to flow. She hadn’t taken her hand away. She shrieked again—pure delight this time—and waved it around like a tiny fire hose.
As the waves of relief passed, he had just two thoughts:
What just happened
How can we do it again
She laid her head against her shoulder and cuddled up to him, still stark naked.
He couldn’t ask for her number—not when she couldn’t speak English and he couldn’t speak… well, whatever it was she spoke. If anything: he hadn’t heard her utter a single word, just noises. He couldn’t ask for anything.
Well—maybe one thing. He held up the camera. She looked at it, obviously intrigued but uncomprehending.
Rule Number One: don’t be creepy. Even to mute redheads who just jacked you off in public. He pointed the camera out toward the stormclouds and snapped the shutter. Then he showed her the picture on the screen. She understood. Her eyes lit up with wonder. Had she really never seen a camera before? At this point he wasn’t going to put anything past her.
He was just about to point at her, when instead she eagerly pointed at herself. Photographer instincts kicked in, so even though his junk was still flapping in the breeze and she was still bare-naked, he quickly lined up the shot. He focused on her face. The wind off the water blew her magnificent red hair free. It was a beautiful face, and the light was perfect. He barely had to adjust her angle.
When he showed her the picture, she downright squealed. She mimed taking a picture and pointed to herself. He draped the strap around her bare neck and pointed out to sea. Her picture was a bit odd, certainly a beginner’s shot, but she was ecstatic with it.
But now Tim saw that the storm was nearly on them at last. He had to go home. A few quick gestures and she understood. She pointed to herself again, for another picture—and gestured to her whole body.
He looked around. Almost everyone was gone now. He nodded eagerly, not believing his luck. He modeled how he wanted her to stand—she mirrored him quickly—and he posed her on the log, posed strong, hands on her hips and every curve highlighted, hair still blowing in the wind.
When he’d taken a second, better shot, the light died, and he felt the first raindrop splatter on his face. He quickly put the camera back in its bag.
She looked down, then up—clearly reluctant to have him go. Sadness seemed to be easily communicable. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Then she scooped up her swimsuit, but she didn’t put it on. Instead she vaulted over the log and ran—ran straight for the water, ran naked straight into the storm. He shouted, suddenly terrified. Right at the line of the waves she leaped, and landed in the water with a splash. For a second he glimpsed her, swimming like a fish. And then he could see her no more.
Three days later he couldn’t help himself. He had to go back to the little spot in the logs. He’d brought the pictures he’d made of her. Why? Masturbatory material, maybe? He didn’t really know.
There, waiting for him, was a perfect clam shell, entirely undamaged—even still hinged. He opened it, carefully.
Etched on the inside was a heart. |
"Are those uniform?"
I turn to see Angie - my boss - leering over me and pointing at my toes.
"Pardon?"
"Those shoes," she says, looking me in the eye with her steely gaze. "Not really uniform are they?"
"Err..."
"You know there's a reason we have a uniform."
"Oh come off it, Angie!" I moan, sliding a hand into my pocket. "My other shoes are dirty - I can get away with these for one day, right?"
"How did your other shoes get dirty?"
"The, err, rain yesterday. I got them muddy on the way home," I say to her. Actually I woke up late and couldn't find them, but it was pretty muddy yesterday.
"Well they still aren't uniform," she says with a sneer.
"What, you want me to take them off? Should I do my shift barefoot?"
"...Don't let it happen again," she snarls at me. She turns to walk out the staff-room, stopping at the door and turning to me. "I'll be making a note of this." She says before walking out. I stick my tongue out at her as the door closes behind her.
They're just trainers. Who really cares about shoes, right? It's not even like they're a bright colour - they're black, just like the uniform shoes. And a lot comfier, mind you. Does anyone even look at our shoes at work? Like who actually cares abou-
"Forgot your shoes again Amy?" There's a voice from the door. It's Charlie, one of my coworkers.
"Maybe," I say with a smirk. She smirks back.
"Angie have a go at you?"
"Of course."
"The same Angie who spilled gravy on her shoes last week, then came in the next day in studded boots?"
"Did she actually?"
"Yeah," Charlie laughs. "She got a right earful off Mick."
"You on your break?"
"Yeah," She says, taking a seat on the little stool by the wall, pulling a sandwich out of her bag. "God! Been a long shift. Some customers, let me tell you..."
"What's happened today?" I ask with a feigned sigh.
"Oh, the usual... Well, not quite," She says, beginning to laugh. "Someone today complained about their gazpacho soup starter. You'll never guess what was wrong with it."
"What was it?"
"They wanted it warmed up!" She giggles. "You should have seen the way his friends looked at him when he angrily told me the chefs didn't know what they were doing! I could have died!"
"Ha!"
"His mates told him it was meant to be cold! I wish you could have seen him cringe! Went as red as the soup," she says, giggling all the while. "Still, he made up for it with a generous tip."
I stand up and drop my bag to one of the other stools, taking out my work shirt. "Was he anyone I knew?"
"Maybe," Charlie says, taking a bite out of her sandwich. "He was the regular with the curly hair." She goes on, spitting out bread crumbs.
"Oh, him!" I say, taking my shirt off and draping my work shirt over my shoulders. "With the wide nose?"
"That's the one." Charlie grins to me. "No time to iron, either?"
"Hm? Oh!" I look down at my crinkled shirt as I do the buttons up. "Do you think Angie will notice?"
"She notices everything," Charlie reminds me. "She had a go at me one time for wearing odd socks."
"Really? Odd socks?" I say, dropping my jeans to my feet and stepping out of them.
"You're telling me," she says through another mouthful. "I left them in her locker after my shift. She wasn't pleased with that."
"Especially with the state of your socks," I smirk, pulling up my work skirt.
"I'll have you know my socks are just fine."
"Pretty sure they've set off the smoke alarms more often than the toaster," I add, tying my apron around my waist. She sticks her tongue out at me as I move to the mirror.
Well, I'm not the best presented today, with my un-ironed white blouse and my black trainers, but I'd call myself passable. The rest of my uniform is more or less fine. Dark grey skirt, white apron, grey tights. Familiar sight. My hair could be better, but maybe my mussy hay-coloured ponytail will offset my wrinkled blouse. If not, the apron covers most of it. Still, I've come in looking worse. So's Charlie, for that matter.
"Looking on point," Charlie says to me, biting into her sandwich and giving me the 'okay' symbol with her free hand. I give her some finger guns back.
"Out to work then," I sigh, giving myself one last look in the mirror. "Gotta use the loo first."
"Good luck getting past Angie," Charlie mumbles through bread. I roll my eyes at her knowingly.
"Ah! Amy!" Comes a horribly familiar voice as I leave the staff room. "Got a couple sat down at table four, go and get their order."
"I just gotta use the loo real qui-"
"First the shoes, now this - no, go and server table four."
"But I need to go!"
"You're meant to go before work, get to it," she growls. I frown as she briskly turns away to deal with something in the kitchen.
Technically, she's right. I should have gone before work. But I woke up late! I didn't have time to go this morning, and then I missed my train, so I bought some Red-Bull and missed the next train (Bloody thing was early!) so I had to wait for a third - I didn't know if that would be early too so I didn't dare leave the platform, then that train was late so I sat around for a good fifteen minutes for nothing, then I'm bricking it on the whole ride to work because I thought I was an hour late, then I checked the roster to find I'd been moved forward an hour and all my panicking was for nothing, then I got to work just on time.
No time for a toilet break at any point, and the Red-Bull was a poor idea. Now Angie won't let me use the toilet. Bitch.
Why did it have to be Angie today? Why couldn't we have Dan today? Dan's pretty cool. He doesn't get hung up on footwear, or stop us using the toilet. Sometimes he lets us have a drink on the job too. I like Dan. Still, it is what it is - and what it is is me trying to ignore an uncomfortably full bladder while I try to take an order from table four. I do my best to walk forward without rubbing my legs together as I make my way to the table.
Work goes as one might expect from a usual day. I take table four's order and relay it to the kitchen. Then I direct in some more customers to a table. Then I ask Angie if I can use the toilet. Then I try not to frown as I take the new group's order after Angie's told me to hold it. Then I bring in table four's starters, one in each hand - it's a lot harder to balance when it feels like I've got a balloon in my belly. What's even harder is bring them a bottle of wine, hearing it swish back and forth, trying to look natural and ignore the fact I think I'm blushing as I put it on the table. It's agony to watch as I pour it into the glass for the girl, hearing it splash and trickle into the glass, watching her swirl it around the glass like she knows what she's doing, then pouring in more.
I'm no stranger to holding it in for a long time - there's been plenty of long study sessions where I've put off using the toilet to finish an essay - hell, there have been plenty of close calls after the essays were finished. And there was one time that I ended up 'using the toilet' as I was finishing the summary. Worth it though, I got top marks on that paper. Desk smelled a bit funny afterwards...
A crashing sound from behind me as I walk away from table four cuts my thought process short. I close my eyes before I turn around. When I open them I can see the wine bottle on the floor, shattered to pieces. A puddle of white wine is slowly making its way toward me.
"Sorry!" The man says at the table, smiling at me.
"It's quite alright," I lie to him. "I'll bring you a new one right away."
The kitchen doors close behind me as I walk in, going straight for the cupboard. I ignore the call of the bathroom door to my right as I take out some cleaning roll, a dust pan, and a brush. It hurts to turn my back on it as I walk back out. Angie catches me before I can leave.
"What's happened now?" She asks. "Dropped something?"
"A customer, in fact," I say to her, frowning. "Dropped a bottle as I left the table."
"Nothing to do with you then?" She asks. I give her a sickly smile and walk out.
"Awfully sorry," the man says as I walk up to the table. I put the wine in front of him, then bend down to the floor. The pressure on my bladder skyrockets, and it takes some effort to not moan.
"It's alright," I repeat, still lying. "It happens, right?"
"Well quite," the girl says.
"Good thing you'd walked away at least," the man says as I wipe up the wine. The wet touch of wine through the cloth makes me wince again as my bladder begs for relief. I'm almost jealous of the wine bottle and the fact it's now completely empty. I throw the wet tissue into the dustpan and start sweeping up the glass.
"If you'd have been closer it would have spilled on your uniform," the man says. "Might have got some on your....shoes."
It takes some effort, but I manage to not tell him to fuck off. Instead I smile at him and turn to walk away, bringing the dustpan with me.
"Excuse me!" Someone besides me calls out as I'm walking down the restaurant. It's a middle aged man, waving his plate to me. "I ordered the steak well done - this is very pink," he says, prodding it with his knife. I look at the dustpan in my hand, then back at him. He doesn't flinch.
"My apologies sir," I say to him, offering my hand out to him. He gives me the plate. "I'll bring it back to you well done."
Well done? Who the fuck has their steak well done? It's enough to distract me from my bladder for a second, but not long. I push open the kitchen door with one foot, shooting pressure into my bladder again, making me wince. Angie greets me and takes the plate out my hand.
"What's wrong with this?"
"N-not cooked enough," I say to her. I blush at the stutter. "He wanted it well done."
"It is well done."
"Do you want to go and argue with him?" I ask, emptying the dustpan into the bin. She doesn't respond. "Can I go to the toilet now?"
"No, you can go on break."
"But Angie, I-"
"No buts, you should have gone before."
"I'm going to go in my uniform!"
"You're going-" She shouts, turning back to me with a new plate. "To bring this to table eight." I frown at her. She smiles at me. It's no use arguing with her. I don't really have any other choice than to hold it. I don't really have long that I can though.
I bring the plate over to table eight. They all give me some gormless looks and glance at each other, trying to figure out who it belonged to. After a painful minute they decide it belongs to the balding man on the end.
"Oh, before you leave," says one of the women on the table. "Could you refill our water?"
Fuck.
"Of course," I say with a smile, taking the empty jug from the table.
Filling it up is agony. The water splashes into the jug, swirling around as it fills. Each splash and drip is painful to look at, reminding me of the building pressure inside me, building up like a volcano, ready to erupt in my-
Shit! That felt warm. Please tell me that wasn't what I thought it was.
I shuffle my legs together on the spot, trying to figure out what it was. A quickly cooling feeling between my legs tells me it's what I was dreading.
I leaked.
It's only a little though. Just - just the tiniest of dribbles. I can hold it. Shit! It's coming out - not me, the jug! I've over filled it!
I pull the jug away from the tap and pour some out, trying to ignore the splashing sounds of the water hitting the sink. I cross one leg over the other and pray that no one can see me. I turn around with the jug in both hands, trying to ignore the cooling spot in my tights as I walk back to the table. I place the jug down and-
"Sorry, could I get a refill?"
The balding man at the end of the table raises his empty glass to me. I smile at him and pick up the jug. My aching bladder begs me to put it down, but I mustn't. I bring the jug over to his glass and begin pouring. The splash is almost enough for me to relax on the spot, but I barely maintain my composure, slowly filling the glass. I really hope he doesn't notice me screwing my face up as it pours.
"Thank you very much," he says, waiting for me to stop pouring. I almost flick water into my face as I yank the jug back, thankful that I don't have to hear it spilling out a second longer. He gives me an odd look, but I don't care. I smile weakly at him as I put the jug down. I can't hold it any more though - I need to pee, and I need to pee now. I make my way to the kitchen.
My bladder almost gives way as I march into the kitchen at the back. The second I'm out of view of customers I slam my hands between my thighs, rushing to the toilet door.
"Where are you going?" Comes Angie's voice from across the room.
"T-toilet!" I shout back, turning to face her. "I can't hold it!"
"Yes you can." She frowns, walking over to me. She hands me the steak from before. "Take this, you can go after."
"T-thanks!" I moan, relieved just to hear that soon I can pee.
I can barely focus on the plate in my hand as I walk out - the pressure from my bladder is just too much. Each step hurts - first as I lift my leg which pushes on my bladder, and second as my foot hits the ground and sends a shock-wave directly through it. With every single step. The short walk to the table might as well be miles for all it feels like. I smile as I reach the table, leaning forward to put the plate down. Another hot spurt in my tights. I can't do this anymore. I feel my eye twitch as I place the steak down - I don't wait for a response as I turn away, almost running back to the bathroom.
"Excuse me!"
FUCK.
I turn around to hear the man from table four. He beckons me over.
"Is our main going to be much longer?" He asks. I go to answer him, but no words come out.
That's when I know I've gone too long.
My bladder stops being painful - it goes up a step. I can feel all the built up pressure now, mounting up inside me in an unpleasantly hot wave, building up through my chest. I look down and force myself not to moan. I clamp my legs together, blushing at the thought of them looking at me.
"Is everything...okay?" I hear the woman ask. I can barely bring up my head to look at her - it's as if my bladder is pulling my head in. I bring one leg up the other, trying harder and harder to resist the mounting pressure - the desperate wave that's about to push against me. I can feel myself tearing up.
The pressure keeps building for what feels like hours, all the while this couple is watching my every move. I've never been as embarrassed - but something tells me the worst is yet to come, and it's going to come down my legs.
My breathing gets short and fast as every last muscle in my body fights against my bladder - I can't go, not now! Not in front of customers. I just have to...
FUUUUUUCK.
It's back. The warmth between my legs. I felt it come out of me, and now I can feel it slowly trickling down my inner thigh - and there's nothing I can do to stop it. It's just a matter of time now until they can see it running under my skirt. Another powerful wave of desperation sweeps over me, and this time I can't stop a moan. The woman says something, but I can't make it out - all my focus is on stopping my bladder, and it's beginning to fail. The warm trail between my legs begins to pick up speed, now I can feel it coming out of me as I stand on the spot. One last burst of energy (and an embarrassingly loud moan) is all I can muster to halt the tide that's about to burst out of me - and it's not enough.
I sigh out heavily, lurching forward as my bladder takes total control. I can hear the hiss as it forces itself to empty into my uniform. The warmth immediately cascades down my legs, splattering onto the ground at my feet. But I've lost the energy to care - right now, the only thing I feel is relief.
And God is it good!
All the pressure built up in me is now pouring out in a powerful stream, straight down my legs and soaking into my tights. It floods into my shoes, warming my feet as pee coats them entirely. The puddle beneath me ripples and splashes as pee pours off my legs, flicking hot droplets onto my ankles. The shallow pants from moments ago are replaced by long, drawn out sighs. The world seems to hold still, waiting for my bladder to empty. Watching and staring as urine soaks down my legs, soaking into even my skirt which clings to my wet tights, inviting in more pee and soaking them almost black as it seeps through the material in a round stain that blossoms around my backside. My knees begin to go weak, losing strength almost as quickly as my bladder loses its contents onto the floor below. I grab ahold of the table in front of me for balance. The relief begins to fade away from me as my bladder reaches half empty. The still growing puddle on the wood floor beneath me now engulfs both my feet. I squeeze my toes together and try not to giggle as they squish. I don't quite know why, but I'm getting the growing urge to giggle, even as warm pee continues to splash down my legs.
It feels like hours that I'm stood there before the dripping stops. Stood there, in front of these people - in view of the entire restaurant...wetting myself. I'm almost expecting them to break into applause. I breathe out one last sigh and decide that the only thing I can do now is try to act like it never happened. I force myself off the table and stand unsteadily in front of the couple. I cast them a polite smile.
"Your mains will be ready in just a moment."
I'm about to turn away when the woman calls me back.
"You might want to bring some tissues with you."
I cast her a look so stern I could see her physically recoil. I quickly turn back to hide the smile from how proud I am of that.
Well Angie didn't really want me taking this to management. Because she knows that she'd be fired. Ideally out of a cannon. So she struck a deal with me; I got to go home early - which was a given - but she also gave me Monday off. And today's Friday. And I have weekends off.
She gave me her tips for the day too, and removed the note about my trainers.
Maybe I should wet myself more often at work.
Big thanks to @Sake for proof reading and to those in my server who shouted at me while I was drawing |
"Jesus Dan! What do you eat?"
Dan doesn't answer - instead he gives me a wink.
"No!" I say recoiling and closing the bathroom door behind me. "I'm not using that - that ain't natural!"
"Could use the customer toilet?" Dan suggests.
"No you can't" Charlie says, walking in with three plates balanced on her arms. "They're broken."
"How did someone break the toilet?" Dan asks her. She shrugs, nearly dropping a plate.
"Doesn't matter." I say. "I'm a big girl, I can hold it."
"Like you did on Friday?" Charlie asks with a grin.
"Charlie, I will put you in the microwave if you mention that ever again."
"Why, what happened on Friday?" Dan asks.
"Nothing. Nothing happened on Friday, right Charlie?" She smirks at me. Dan gives us both a confused look.
"Whatever you say, Amy." Charlie laughs. "You off then?"
"Yup!" I smile. "About time too, today's been dragging on."
Today has been dragging on, to be fair, but that's not the main reason I want to leave quickly. I really need to pee. Luckily for me, Dan's left the staff toilet a hazard zone and today I've forgot my HAZMAT suit. Customer toilet's down again - I don't know how they do it. Happens at least once a month that the thing packs in, which means letting customers through the kitchen to avoid needing to mop up. But whatever - home's not too far. I can make it. Probably.
I take a seat in the staff room and pull out my jeans from my bag. Do I need to get changed though? The trains are pretty hit or miss, and a few minutes could make all the difference. Plus it means pulling my legs up, and being in my state, I'd really prefer not to. Too much pressure. I put my jeans back in my bag. I'll leave my shoes in my locker though, it's too much hassle keeping these at home and I don't want to risk putting up with an angry Angie again. I kick one shoe off, then the other. As I pick them up I hear the door open.
"Did you really?"
"Did I what?" I ask. Dan smirks at me from the doorway.
"On Friday," he clarifies. I blush bright red.
"She played it off like a champ though!" Comes Charlie's voice from behind Dan. "She would have carried on serving if I hadn't insisted that Angie give her the day off."
"Really?" Dan raises a brow.
"Yeah dude - Amy's biggest worry was that she wouldn't get paid for the whole day."
"Not that she'd be wandering around in a pissy skirt?"
"You realise she's a student, right Dan? She'd serve naked if it meant more pay."
"I-I wouldn't," I cut in. I might. Depends on the pay, really.
"Well you can thank me for insisting you got full pay." Charlie beams. "I'm sure I'll find a way you can repay me some time."
"So what poor sod had to mop it up?" Dan asks.
"Angie of course," Charlie grins. "I wasn't gonna touch it - plus she kinda caused it."
"Explains why she threw the mop head away - she usually leaves that to me," Dan chuckles. "On the note of extra pay though - could I get one of you two in on Saturday? Brittney can't do Saturday - some family business."
"Again?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says rolling his eyes. "Can you do it?"
"With overtime pay?"
"Fiiiiine," Dan says with a silly smile. "If you insist."
"I'll be there," I tell him. He gives me finger guns and ducks out. Charlie walks in with her sandwich.
"Why did you tell him!?"
"He asked," Charlie says, biting her sandwich.
"Because you hinted to it!"
"Oh come on Amy. It's funny."
"You..." I say, trying to come up with something smart and witty. I can't though, so I just point at her.
"Afraid he won't like you because he knows you pee?" She says before taking another bite. I blush bright red again. She smiles when she notices. "I think he thought it was cute that you were just gonna carry on." I can feel my face getting redder. I look away and pull my trainers out my bag.
"Did you clean those already?" Charlie asks.
"I'm gonna throw these at you."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"Then don't mention this again."
"You sure you can make it home?" She giggles. I raise a shoe and she pretends to block.
"I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Should I get you the mop just in case?"
"Oh, Amy!"
I let go of the front door and turn to see Dan coming over. I can feel my heart leap a little, but I try to ignore it.
"Before you leave, I uh..." he starts. My heart skips a beat. "I have... your share of the tip jar."
Oh.
"T-thanks," I say, putting my hand out. He smiles. "Plus a little extra for dealing with Angie like that - she ought to take it a bit easier on you after that."
"You think so?"
"Not at all," he laughs. "But you can use it as a get-out-of-jail free if you ever need it, I'm sure."
"Could come in handy."
"For sure," he says, grinning. "Anyway! See you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow, Dan!" I say, pointing a finger gun at him. He gives me one back.
Maybe I should have put up with the staff toilet. As I make my way to the station, I can't help but feel that I might be making a dumb choice, and my bladder isn't happy with me. It's almost enough to distract me from the wonderful sight of my train pulling out of the station.
Shit.
I tap my card on the reader and the gate swings open, letting me through. As I walk up to the platform I can see the train as it heads down the tracks, almost mocking me as it's swallowed by the tunnel. I suppose I could use the station's public toilets...Actually I'd rather wet myself. Last time I went in there it might have given me nightmares. God, the smell. I still wake up at night... Alright it wasn't that bad, but you get my point. I'd rather piss myself. But I won't, I can hold it. Probably. I'm desperate enough that it's pretty tempting to brave the wasteland that is station toilets. I'm not quite that desperate yet, though.
How long is this train gonna be, anyway? Five minutes, the sign says - five minutes my arse. It's been five minutes since I got here. Least it feels like it anyway. I adjust my bag over my back and look around. It's not too busy today, which is good, but there's still enough people here that I probably won't be getting a seat. So that's cool. I'm starting to regret that last water at work though...
The train finally pulls in with an excuse from the overhead speaker about signal failures or something exciting - doesn't change the fact that I've been stood here for a good ten minutes with an increasingly impatient bladder. I'm trying to subtly press my thighs together and hoping that no one's really watching me. The doors open and people swarm out onto the platform. I can't help but be a bit envious of the train getting to empty out... Did I really just think that? How desperate am I that a train is making me jealous? Regardless, once the people are all off, I try to make my way on.
As predicted, all the seats are taken by the time I manage to squeeze on. I get myself into a corner behind a man who smells overpoweringly of curry powder and sweat. I don't have much wriggle room, and as the doors close I start to realise I might end up wriggling a fair bit more than I want to. Problem is I'm sure this man will be able to feel every movement I make, and I'm already rubbing my thighs together. I don't really think it's helping much though - no matter how much I rub my legs together, I still really need to pee. The train lurches forward - and instantly stops, almost throwing me onto the floor. Instead the curry and sweat man catches me in his huge backpack.
"S-sorry!"
How long is this train gonna take? It's only five stops, but I've only just reached the first. Trains aren't usually this slow, are they? I think I'm just so desperate now that it's slowing down time. Every second hurts. And I can't exactly hold myself on the train without looking like an idiot. I'm embarrassed enough awkwardly shuffling my legs while trying to keep still. Some beardy bloke at the far end of the carriage seems to have noticed me - I'm trying to ignore him and also not blush. It's not easy though, not when I've got a bladder demanding my attention. And it's getting harder to ignore that too - it's the only thing I can think of... Maybe I should read some of the adverts to distract me... or they can all be about drinks. One advert for water, one for juice, and one for some shitty light beer. Which looks like pee. And now I'm back to focusing on my bladder and how much pee is in it. At least the train's pulling out of the station.
It's so distracting - the beer advert I mean. It's bad enough trying to ignore the ocean building up inside me, but this advert on the roof is almost mocking me. It looks like pee, it's being poured out, and there's the word 'Relax!' in big yellow letters over the bottle. Relax with a nice bottle of Budweiser. I mean you couldn't really get closer to that pisswater without actually peeing into the bottle. I'd kill for a bottle right now to be perfectly honest. Well, and some privacy too. Not just gonna pee in a bottle on the train while people are looking. But I'd be bloody tempted right now. My poor bladder's so full, and there's an advert with what might as well be pee, telling me to relax. Who designs these ads? When's the next stop anyway? Oh. It's here. Two stops down. O-only three more.
Well now I can't move. Train's really packed on now, and I'm being pushed into a wall by curry-sweat's backpack. I can't move - not even my legs or I'll fall over. I've taken off my own backpack and put it under my legs...which was a horrible decision. I can barely close my legs now - never mind clamp them shut. And I'm certainly not brave enough to put a hand down there to hold it. I just need to try to look natural. Even though I can feel all the weight of my bladder practically at the gates - and I don't know how much more those gates can hold. Especially with the train bouncing every now and again. Each bounce brings me closer and closer to breaking point. ALL the weight of my bladder is basically slammed down for a second, with nothing but my muscles keeping the contents in. Very much against the will of my bladder. Each bump is almost enough to - Eep!
I felt that. Big bump. Too much. I slam my thighs together over my bag, squishing it beneath my feet - but it's too late. There's a terrible warm feeling in my tights again. I'm getting flashbacks to Friday. Even over the roar of the train through the tunnel I can hear the drip - it sounds to me like thunder. My face goes bright red, and I daren't look down... but I have to know. I tilt my head down, trying to adjust my skirt to make it look natural as I do so - and then I see it. A single drop on the grey canvas of my bag, stained dark and directly underneath me. My heart sinks. Act natural. I look up and try to see if anyone noticed. No one seems to have seen - or at least they don't care if they did. I really hope they didn't.
How much longer is this train going to be!? I can't hold it! I REALLY need to pee!
I've already leaked once, and I really don't want to do it again - I've resigned to leaning against the wall with my thighs pressed together. Hardly subtle, I know, but I'd rather look desperate to pee than look very wet and very relieved.
I must look a sight right now - packed into the corner of the carriage, legs clamped together, one eye closed, probably red with shame and desperation. The train's only just pulling into the fourth station now, and I've already dribbled. The heat has died down a little, but where my legs are so pressed together it's still warm. A cooler stripe is reaching a couple inches down my thigh, and that's gone cold. It's the worst feeling - not only am I bursting to pee, I've got this cold and clammy thigh. At least people are getting off at this stop...
...But not so many that there any empty seats. The carriage is empty enough though that everyone can see me, struggling to not wet myself on the train like a child. Mister curry-and-sweat got off at least, so that's an improvement. I can stand up and put my bag back on, giving me space to cross one leg over the over. It feels a little easier, but not much for sure. Every movement now seems to press down on my bladder. It feels like a brick, nestled inside me. Begging to be emptied. Every second makes me want to empty it more and more - but I can't. And anyway, it's just one more stop.
And the train's pulled to a stop. But we're not at the platform. The overhead speaker comes on while I'm bending down a little with one leg wrapped around another.
"We apologise for the delay, there's been a signal failure ahead, and the train's being held at the station while it's being fixed. We should be moving shortly."
Well fuck. I hear myself groan as I bend down even further in a futile attempt to hold it all in. It hurts now to hold it, but I have to. P-people are looking at me. Why did I groan!? Fuuuuuck!
How long will this train be stuck here! Fucking delays! Why now? I should have used the staff toilet at work, I'd rather have to deal with whatever Dan had left in the bowl than deal with what's built up in me now - what I'm scared will soon be running down me. I have to hold it! I can't let it go! But I want it to go - I can't! I can't let it go! I... I can't hold it!
Another hot burst inside my tights and I know that I'm starting to lose this battle. I whimper out loud as I feel my bladder losing its grip again, followed by a warmth spreading down my leg. It's an odd feeling, losing control like this - I felt the pee coming out, and I can definitely feel it running down my leg - but I didn't feel my bladder push. It just...came out. This is...the worst. I'm going to wet myself again, aren't I? I've already started...
The train lurches forward again, catching me off guard. Another hot spurt erupts in my tights - this time I catch it with a hand as I slam it into my skirt. Perfect. Now there's a wet spot the size of my fist, under my fist. It's so warm - my hand's wet - but I can't give up. I have to hold it! People are whispering and pointing - I can hear them - but I can't look up. I'm looking down through tears at my legs which are clamped tightly together and quivering. And that's when I feel it again.
Those waves I got on Friday.
My breaths begin to grow short - I can't breathe in fully because my lungs are even pushing down on my bladder. Every inch of my body wants this to end - and my bladder is starting to fight me. Hot pressure starts mounting in my gut - rising and rising. My breaths get shorter - I know this is almost the end. But the train's so close to the stop - just a few seconds more and FUCK!
The train lurches again and I lose my balance. My legs unwrap and I have to kick down to find the floor. The slightest distraction from holding everything in - but I can tell already it was enough. The pressure inside me spikes and I let out a yelp, clasping for my groin with both my hands now. From the corner of my eye I can see people looking.
Pressure keeps growing in me, and I can feel it pressing almost directly against the gates, ready to burst. A sharp breath, and the pressure grows even higher - I can feel, now with my fingers, something warm and wet beginning to trickle out of me. Staring down at my hands, I can see it running over a thumb.
It's all too much - I can't hold it any more.
My entire body lurches as my bladder forces itself to squeeze - and this time I can't hold it back. I hear myself gasp as pee begins to erupt out of me and into my hands, soaking them almost immediately, running through my fingers and splashing loudly on the floor. I can hear other passengers gasping as my bladder takes its hot, wet victory over me. Pee begins to splatter beneath me uncontrollably, cascading down my legs, soaking into my tights and shoes. Even hotter than the pee running down my legs is my face, undoubtedly bright red. I can feel a tear running down my cheek - pathetic in comparison to the rivers running down my legs. The relief begins to hit as I surrender to my bladder, sending a wave of warmth up my back. There's not much else I can do now - even if I could stop, what would be the point? My skirt's soaked and getting wetter by the second, people are watching me have an accident, and the puddle's beginning to run down the carriage away from me. One man picks his bag off the ground and puts it on his lap. I'd blush more if my face wasn't already more blush than skin.
It's too late now to even try to stop it. I just stare at the ground as I let my bladder pour into my tights. I drop my hands limply by my sides, the sleeves of my hoodie dripping with the pee they've absorbed. They feel like weights on my hands, still warm and fresh with urine. Almost a reminder of my second accident - as if the soaked skirt and tights weren't enough. I can feel a lump in my throat as I stare at the growing puddle underneath me, still rippling and splashing as the last drips of pee fall into it. I keep staring down as the train finally pulls into the station. The puddle ripples with every movement the train makes beneath me. I can't look up - I know people are looking.
I hear the doors open and that's my cue - I make a quick dash to get out, nearly slipping in the puddle as I do. My feet squish with every step in my sodden trainers. How could this get any worse? My skirt's soaked, my tights are soaked - and torn, I noticed while staring at my ankles. My shoes and socks are soaked. Even the sleeves of my hoodie are soaked. Now for the walk home...
"Oh, hey Amy!"
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
I turn to face an all too familiar voice. It's Charlie. What's she doing here? In fact I'll ask.
"W-what are you doing here?"
"I thought that was you! I could tell by the-"
"Charlie."
"Sorry! I'm staying at my brothers this week - I didn't know you lived around here!"
"I...uhh...yeah..."
"Another accident then?" She asks me in what I think is an attempt to be sympathetic. I glare at her. "I did offer to get you a mop."
I look down and sob once - it's all gotten too much. But then I feel something a bit unexpected. Charlie puts her arm over my shoulder.
"Hey, there there Amy!" She says, pulling my shoulders a couple times. "It's not too bad - how far do you live from here anyway?"
"A, um...about six stops on the bus from here."
"Well that won't do - my brother's is just around the corner - don't worry, he isn't in for a good few hours," she says. I look up and give her a weak smile. "Come on, I've probably got some spare clothes there too."
I look down at the wet clothes that I've left on the side of her tub, draped in so they can dry out. I've run the shower head over them to get them as clean as I can. Charlie's given me an old pair of trackies she used to use as jammies. They've got some significant holes in them, but they're better than walking around nude or wet. I pull them up over my slightly glistening legs and tie up the drawstrings. Turns out she's a couple inches wider than me and doesn't own any belts, so it's either these, tiny pyjama shorts, or a Pikachu onesie. The onesie looks more comfortable, but I will be walking home in these. I make my way out the bathroom and head into the lounge. Charlie's already set herself up in her own jammies. She's half-lying on her sofa with a controller in her hand and Battlefront 2 on the screen. She picks a second controller off the ground with her foot and kicks it onto the couch before patting there with her hand.
"Fancy a couple games before you head off?"
I smile and take the controller. |
So I used to date someone who worked in schools and through her and her friends I would hear all sorts of stories relating to desperation in schools. I had written stories very loosely based on people and situations told to me back then but never posted it anywhere, so I thought I'd post them today. These are totally fictional, of course!
Teacher bladder is a real thing. I experienced it myself, regularly holding it from 6:30 AM to after school was dismissed when I was a teacher. I was eventually hired for a job for my state’s department of education licensing new teachers, though, after five years of teaching experience (I was 27 when I started the new job). Part of my job was observing new teachers and giving feedback.
I took my job seriously, but there was one thing I didn’t realize would happen. I saw a lot of desperate young ladies who were inexperienced in their teacher bladder. I’m ashamed to admit, but it’s always been a turn on for me, and I couldn’t help but secretly enjoy that part of the job. Over the course of a decade, in fact, I witnessed at least a dozen accidents.
The first teacher I witnessed an accident with I almost missed. Her name was Ms. Thompson and she was a tall and curvy blonde woman. On this day, she had on a black dress that was a button-up. It went down to her knees and didn’t have sleeves but had a conservative neckline - an appropriate and common dress for teachers. (There’s such similarity in teacher clothes; you’ll see the same slacks, cardigans, blouses, etc. As a male teacher, I never had to think too deeply about my wardrobe, but you slowly realize observing teachers how much effort there is to look professional, be comfortable, and not be revealing in front of students - especially since I focused on high school teachers.)
Regardless of the conservative dress, I casually noticed her thick body meant her butt was still hugged tightly by the dress and quite prominent. That’s when I noticed her legs were tightly crossed as she was giving instructions this class period. I had certainly seen desperate teachers before, and while I could have typed up feedback that it wasn’t the best stance to give instructions (seriously - I had to give feedback on stuff as little as that; you’re supposed to stand straight and still and confidently to project instructions), I cut her some slack given what I presumed was a need to pee. It was also the last period, so she had probably held it since the morning on this day.
After she gave instructions, she circulated the room, as a teacher should, bending down to talk to students who were confused or checked out. I saw her wince every time she bent down. Frankly, she was doing an admirable job hiding her desperation. If I wasn’t so keen on it, I don’t think I would have noticed and even then I didn’t realize she was actually so close to an accident.
As they transitioned to the final full class discussion, she stood behind a podium she had and gripped the sides tightly. Her legs were crossed as she stood, though her face projected calm as she called out students to share their thoughts. I scribbled down some notes, but I was mostly entranced by her desperation. She had probably ten minutes left in the day. I definitely thought she could hold it, since her still pose made me think an accident wasn’t imminent, but as students were talking, I saw a glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and saw streaks running down her legs. She remained motionless and continued to call on students to talk. Fortunately for her, the din of the classroom discussion covered up the sound of her peeing. Droplets combined to become a growing puddle, but as it reached about a foot wide, still mostly hidden by the podium, her stream died down. Her black dress might have been wet, but it showed no sign as she transitioned the students to the final assignment, a quiz on the day’s activities. After she was finished giving instructions, she walked over to her desk and pretended to look busy, though I saw her brushing her hands on her dress, probably trying to gauge how wet she was. I was extremely impressed at her composure throughout her accident - she never showed weakness in commanding the class and hid her accident from the student. I guess luck in what she chose to wear played just as big a part. I was also glad I was sitting with a laptop on my lap, covering up how excited her accident made me.
When the bell rang, the students departed without ever noticing the puddle, since it wasn’t on the path between the seats and the door. I calmed myself down and got up to walk over to Ms. Thompson. I pretended to notice nothing as I checked in with her and told her my feedback was emailed to her. Usually I’d talk for about ten to fifteen minutes about feedback, but I assume she wanted to be left alone. Her ears were bright red but otherwise she acted like nothing was amiss and stayed seated in her desk. Up close, I could see just a hint of a darker patch on the front of her black dress, but I mentioned nothing and wished her well and left.
The second teacher I observed having an accident was less than a month later. I guess it was a bad month for teachers. Her name was Ms. Brady. She was wearing a white blouse and high waisted loose pants that had frills on the top that were black with light grey stripes. They were classic teacher pants as well, given that they were the combination of comfortable and not too revealing.
It was evident that Ms. Brady was desperate from the get-go of her last period of the day. She kept crossing her legs as she took attendance. Aside from general desperation, though, I didn’t realize anything was amiss until halfway through class. She had grabbed a packet by me to pass out to the class and as she walked by, I saw a damp patch the size of a fist on her crotch. It was subtle, but you could tell if you looked closely at the grey stripes. The black, however, showed nothing and I doubted any student would notice. I couldn’t believe she had let out what must have been at least a couple spurts while continuing on like it was nothing. Teachers were a tough bunch, overall.
After she had given the packets to someone and told the student to pass it down, she stood in front of me and gave instructions to read and annotate the first article. I had a clear view of her butt. She was the cross country coach, so she was skinny and had a toned butt, though her loose pants didn’t reveal too much. I couldn’t, for instance, see a panty line but I did see a glistening as she must have let out a little bit more and wetness grow underneath her butt and to her thighs. She cut it off and went back to her chair at her desk as the students worked independently.
Behind her desk, only I could see her lower half and I saw her subtly put her hand in her crotch and cross her legs tightly. After a minute or so, she got up to check in on students who had questions. I admired that she still took her job seriously, despite the potential of being caught by being so close to students. Her students were focused on the task, though, and I think she got away with it.
She squatted by a student particularly close to me and I could see right at her crotch. As she talked the student through the problem, I could see her pants glisten with wetness as she must have peed a little more. Not enough to really run down to her butt or drip on the floor, but I saw it.
This pattern continued. She directed students to a follow-up instruction and I thought I saw a glistening along her inner thighs as she gave instructions. As she circulated again while they worked in small groups, I thought I saw yet another burst of wetness on her front. The students’ engagement with their work and the pants’ design and the spurts in which her wetting occurred kept anyone but me from noticing.
That being said, by the time she was telling students to do the final activity in the last five minutes of class, I could tell the wetness had reached all the way down to her shoes. She had essentially fully wet herself, but had done it over the course of fifty minutes, which prevented any obvious puddles or clear stains on her pants.
After she dismissed her students, we met and discussed how class went without her ever letting on she had an accident. If I thought Ms. Thompson didn’t show her hand, Ms. Brady was like reading a wall. Maybe accidents happened more than I realized and I just never noticed because of their bravado.
Towards the beginning of the next year, I observed a Dominican teacher named Ms. Batista. She was what the teens would call “thick” and I knew dealing with inappropriate comments from students would be a problem for her, especially since at the beginning of the year her button ups and her work pants had a tendency of hugging every curve. She handled it like a champ, though, and her choice of outfit got subtly more conservative as she adjusted to working with high schoolers, but the day I saw her having an accident was earlier in the year. So, on that day, she was wearing a white button up that accentuated her hips and her breasts (I mean, I can’t say I didn’t check her out too, in addition to the students!) and tight black work pants that showed off her sizable butt (and I could see the outline of a thong).
I was observing her during her first period class. She had rushed in and seemed somewhat frazzled, her tightly curly hair in a slightly messy ponytail. As she hurriedly passed out the materials and gave her students instructions to begin the day, she occasionally stopped to cross her legs and fidget. She must have woken late and didn’t have enough time to go that morning.
A few minutes later she had moved the students into a group discussion amongst themselves. It seemed a little forced, like it wasn’t originally in the lesson plan, but that’s when I realized she was walking over to her desk. She gave me an eye, like to not comment on what was about to happen.
She stood at her desk and just let loose. I could see a shiny wetness on her black pants as she peed and a puddle grew on the floor. Her desk was a solid, hefty one and blocked the view, not that students were looking back at her. She peed for almost a minute, it seemed. When she was done and she shook off droplets off her legs, she stepped from behind her desk and looked down. The black pants really didn’t show much of anything. I couldn’t believe she had wet herself that brazenly, but she went on with her class. No one noticed a thing and her class went on without a hitch, though when she walked by me I thought I could smell just a whiff of urine.
A year later, I was observing a new teacher named Ms. Cruz. A skinny Latina lady, she had worn a yellow dress a little more form fitting than Ms. Thompson from before. I could see the faint outline of full cut panties as it hugged her butt. It wasn’t so revealing as to be inappropriate for a teacher, though I thought perversely she would definitely end up being some high schooler’s teacher crush.
I noticed her desperation a few minutes into class when she was explaining the topic they were covering today and she stood in front of the class with her legs tightly crossed. A few minutes later, when the students were working on an activity in small groups, she stood in the back to observe. She kept stepping forwards and backwards, fidgeting her feet as she stood. At one point, she bent over just a little bit with her legs crossed and held that position for a few seconds before straightening back up. Her face flushed red and I wondered if she peed a little. She saw a raised hand and walked over to student’s desk. Facing away from me, I saw her bend over to be at eye level with the seated students and cross her legs as she stood, a very awkward looking stance. She seemed to answer the student’s questions without incident, though, and walked away a little stiffly.
Class went on without incident until about fifteen minutes later. Her desk was at the front of the class and I was seated by it. While students were working in groups, she rushed over to the teacher’s desk and sat next to me. She pretended to look up something on her computer, but sitting next to her, I could tell all she did was pull up her emails. She then lifted her dress above her panties, which I saw were white. I was beside her, so I didn’t have a straight angle at her and plus didn’t want to be seen checking her out so I kept my eyes on my own computer, but I could just hear the hissing of her wetting herself over the din of the class. They likely heard and saw nothing, but I could hear it go on and on and eventually drip onto the floor.
When she was finished, she lifted her butt off her seat just a little bit and pulled down her dress. She looked at me and knew instantly that I knew what had happened. She whispered to me, “Hey, is there a wet spot?”
I looked at her from the front and shook my head but asked her to turn around. From behind, her dress was getting wet, likely since the back of her panties were wet from sitting. I whispered, “It’s wet behind.”
She groaned and then just chose to sit back down in her desk. She grabbed students’ attention. “Alright, all that is left is the conclusion at the back of the packet, please work on that for the last ten minutes of class and when you’re done you can turn it in in the basket at the front table. I’ll dismiss you when class is out.”
She spent the rest of class sitting in her own puddle, pretending to be working on her computer. Fortunately for her, no students had any questions to get her attention, and the last ten minutes went by without a hitch. When the bell rang, she dismissed the students from her desk and eventually the room was empty of everyone but us. She swung her chair around and as she faced me I saw a glimpse of her white panties, the crotch wet and stained. She looked down mournfully. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.”
At this point, this was the third accident I had witnessed and I was also personally thrilled, so I wanted to comfort her. “Please. It’s okay. I’m glad no one found out. In fact, I can help you clean this up if you’d like.”
She shook her head. “Please, no. Just don’t mention this to anyone.”
“Of course. Your secret is safe with me.”
She looked visibly relieved and got up to hug me. I didn’t mention I noticed some droplets falling off her dress onto the ground when she did so. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as well, which I chalked up to cultural differences, but a little bit of me wished I made a move in one of the future times I observed her, or after I was done evaluating her teaching. I never did in that instance, though, and we both never mentioned that incident again.
The next teacher I observed having an accident was Ms. Danvers. She was a short brunette with straight hair and a soft heart. I liked her a lot and students did, too, though I think a class with a lot of behavioral issues would run right over her. I also liked Ms. Danvers because she occasionally flirted with me, honestly. I had observed her multiple times before this particular incident. She would comment that I looked too handsome to have been promoted to administration but also said it’s a good thing I wasn’t a teacher anymore because the girl students would have crushes on me. I was kind of surprised she said those kinds of things, but I certainly didn’t complain. I usually just awkwardly smiled back, though I would occasionally compliment her outfits. The day she had an accident she was wearing a patterned blue and white jumpsuit with a cardigan that was long enough to cover her butt. It was conservative but I thought she looked cute in it. When she entered the class and saw me before class started, she gave me a hello and a wink.
Ms. Danvers wasn’t obvious about her desperation while talking to students, but whenever they were doing independent or group work, she sat at her desk and crossed her legs and shoved her hands in her crotch. I was sitting in the back, so I could see her holding her crotch, but the students couldn’t. I should have given feedback that she shouldn’t just sit there and she should circulate among the students, but given the circumstances I let it slide.
Despite her obvious desperation at her desk, the class went without incident until the “exit ticket” (the end of the class quiz to make sure the students learned something that day). She stood in front of the class and gave instructions. As she did, her knees buckled slightly and she stuttered her instructions. She got through them without students questioning her, though, and quickly walked up to me. She whispered to me, “Oh my god, I think I just peed a little.”
I couldn’t believe she was so open with me. I looked down and saw a small spot the width of a dollar bill. “Yeah, but I don’t think anyone will notice. Class is over in five minutes, you got this.”
I paused for a second but remembered regretting never making a move with Ms. Cruz. I added, “Plus, you look cute when you’re desperate.”
I almost regretted saying that immediately. Fortunately, she seemed to brighten up and went back to circulating the classroom. When class was over and she dismissed them, she walked back to me. When the room was empty and it was just us, she crossed her legs and buckled her knees. “Oh my god, I’m about to wet myself.”
I no longer knew how much of this was truth and how much of it was her flirting with me, given my last comment. “You made it, though.”
“Well, almost. I gotta hear your feedback first.”
Hmm… Definitely flirting with me. I told her to sit next to me. As I talked through my notes and advice, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs and thrusted her hands into her crotch, leaning over. I couldn’t help but feel myself get excited as I tried to remain professional. I was almost done walking through my notes when she interrupted me. “Please. Can you walk me to the bathroom as you wrap up your comments? I don’t know if I’ll make it.”
“Uhh…”
I realized a certain something would be obvious if I stood up. She looked me in the eyes. “Please?”
She took off her cardigan and then stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she pulled me up, wincing as she likely peed a little bit more. She noticed the obvious bulge and raised an eyebrow before leading me out the classroom. She peeked out and saw it was clear. From behind, I could see visible wet spot as well. She gestured for me to follow her and said, “Alright, what else were you going to say?”
“I was pretty much done, I was just going to summarize by saying you present yourself as relatable and approachable for the students, which is great, though if you had a tougher classroom to manage you should think about what your procedures are with more disruptive students.”
She nodded before gasping and grabbing her crotch. She turned to me - we both looked flustered. She grinned at my reddening face and said, “I have to come up with procedures for this disruptive adult that visits my classroom every month. He says he’s here to give me feedback but it seems he’s always just looking at my butt…”
I was mortified that I had been so unprofessional all year, but she certainly didn’t seem to mind and she flung open the bathroom door and pulled me in. She led me into a closed off stall usually reserved for people with wheelchairs and locked the door before kissing me. “What do you think of my procedures now?”
I returned the kiss. “I think they’re quite effective…”
She gasped again and pulled back. “I just peed a little again… Help me take this off.”
I saw the wetness had traveled halfway down her thighs and was very visible in the front. When she turned around the wet spot was similarly large beneath her butt. I unzipped her jumpsuit and she began to wriggle out of it. As she pulled it down with some struggle, I could hear a hissing start and the moment the jumpsuit cleared her butt she sat down, light blue boyshorts still on, and she peed straight through her panties into the toilet bowl. I was hard as a rock at the sight, and she could tell. She unzipped my pants and pulled it down and began stroking me.
There were all sorts of ethical questions running through my head, but I was lonely and too astonished at my luck to dwell on them. When she was done peeing, I pulled her off the toilet, sat myself down, and sat her down on my lap and began to finger her. When she was ready, I pulled her panties to the side and we fucked right there on the toilet. I fingered her as we fucked, more to try to make sure she came as fast as possible because there was no way I would last. After just a couple minutes, she came hard, and I felt more spurts come out of her and run down me before I came as well.
We sat there for a while, panting, before she pulled off me and readjusted her underwear, which were soaked in the front and back. She pulled up her jumpsuit, which were still obviously wet. I zipped her up. We snuck back to her classroom and she tied her cardigan around her waist. We didn’t mention that day again for a while, but after the school year was done and there wasn’t a conflict of interest (that day aside…), we dated for a year until she got a job at a different school district far away.
A few weeks later, I observed Ms. Okafor. She was a tall Nigerian woman and curvaceous and skinny at the same time. She really fit the modern beauty standards, wearing a black dress much tighter than Ms. Thompson. I thought it was just a tad too revealing, as I could see a clear outline of her underwear (full cut panties) and a small bit of cleavage, but it wasn’t to the point of making a comment in my feedback. Frankly, it probably would look looser on Ms. Cruz or Danvers, Okafor’s body just really filled it out. I couldn’t help but check her out.
Ms. Okafor’s desperation was a bit different. I didn’t really notice anything except that she was stiff until she was standing in front of me giving instructions halfway through class. I couldn’t help but look at her butt a couple times and the tightness of her dress gave away that her butt was tightly clenched. In fact, during the next activity, she stood in front of me yet again to give instructions and I thought I heard underneath her voice the sound of a low whistle before smelling a clear fart. She walked away quickly.
She went through class without incident until she brought the students back from their activity for a full group discussion. I stood by the front door so she faced the students but her back was to me. As she stood and engaged with student answers, I thought I saw her butt unclench just slightly. It was subtle, but I thought I saw the fabric of the dress right where her legs met under her butt stretch just a little bit. She kept engaging in conversation as if nothing was happening, but I could also see a small stream roll down her right leg and a couple droplets form on the ground. She quickly wrapped up the conversation and directed students to do the exit ticket. She clearly hadn’t let out much pee, as aside from the momentary stream and a couple of droplets, I saw no more evidence of her accident. She walked to her desk, which was also at the front of the classroom facing the students, and leaned over her materials, probably pretending to be busy. When she walked towards her desk and as she bent over, from my angle across the room by the entrance I could see more hints of the bulge, though I did not smell anything and there was no stain.
When five minutes were up, she dismissed the students and stayed at her desk, saying goodbye from that position. After they had all exited, I walked up to her at her desk. Standing in front of her, I could faintly smell poop, but it wasn’t overpowering. “Hey, good job running class today. I have my feedback written up, want to talk through today or want me to email and we can talk more after the next shadowing?”
She feigned tiredness. “It’s been a long week, could we do the full meeting next time? I appreciate the feedback.”
“No problem, I’ll shoot you a follow-up email.”
With that, I departed, and I pretended I noticed nothing throughout the rest of the year.
That wasn’t the only messing accident I witnessed.
A year later, after Ms. Danvers and I broke up, I observed Ms. Hansen. She was a brunette with a pretty face and a surprisingly large butt. She was a fiercely strict teacher but by the end of the year earned the respect of her students. Her demeanor made her accident so surprising to me. It was first period and she had entered the classroom in a surprising rush, since she was usually so prepared (which is tough for a first year teacher). She was wearing a white top with the shoulders exposed, seemingly the fashion of recent years, and a blue skirt that was rather modest but still showed off her butt. Her hair was in a quick ponytail and I surmised she must have been in a hurry this morning. The situation reminded me of Ms. Batista. I could tell Ms. Hansen was desperate because she occasionally hunched over and her face showed a level of pain sometimes. That being said, she kept on a brave face as she instructed the class. Like Ms. Batista, she then directed them to get to work, though as a math class they worked independently rather than in a group.
After standing awkwardly, seeming undecided on what to do, Ms. Hansen walked over to the corner I was in. Her classroom was a tight fit and filled to the max, so my corner was the furthest she could be from students. She stood beside me, pretending to watch the class, but I soon heard it - the telltale sound of crackling as she pooped. I eyed her butt and I thought I could get the faintest hint of a bulge pushing back her skirt, but with the flexible fabric and outfit choice, it really wasn’t noticeable aside from the quiet sounds. She stood still as a statue while this happened. I could start to get a whiff of it towards the end, but she quickly walked away like nothing was wrong (maybe a little bow-legged) and carried on the lesson. I couldn’t believe she had gotten away with THAT and could carry on a lesson, but you really wouldn’t have noticed except the faintest scent when she came close.
After class was finished, she had a prep period after so didn’t have to go teach another class. When the room was empty of students, I asked, “Great job today. Do you want to talk through my feedback or have me just email you?”
She said, “Umm… email me. I gotta… well… clean up.”
I raised an eyebrow. I decided to be blunt to see what would happen. “You mean from when you… pooped standing next to me?”
She blushed and froze for a second before deciding to be blunt as well. “Yeah.”
She looked around and closed the door to her classroom. “I… Umm… I’ve had issues with making it some days, I don’t have a prep break some days so I…”
She trailed off and pulled up her skirt to show her point she pulled up her skirt to show a diaper, to my shock. They were clearly yellowed in the front, so she must have peed them as well. “I didn’t have time this morning to go, so I was pretty certain I couldn’t hold it, I always have to go in the morning, so I just put this on today.”
After a moment’s shock, I said, “Wow, thanks for being willing to tell me. That’s actually brilliant, I’m surprised more teachers don’t do that. Well, maybe they do and I just didn’t know. So many teachers have schedules that don’t give them breaks.”
She looked relieved that I wasn’t judgmental. She pulled out a second pair out of her bag, gave me a wink, and then put them back in her bag to take to the bathroom to change. I wished I could change her, but I didn’t want to come across like a creep and just gave her a smile and headed out.
That same year, I observed Ms. Beverly. Ms. Beverly was an excellent first year teacher and developed good connections with the students and she was the first teacher I witnessed (and only, I believe!) having an accident in front of students and getting caught. That was probably because Beverly, a curvaceous blonde, was wearing white work pants. White was a risky color - I could practically see the white thong underneath under the harsh fluorescent school lights. She probably didn’t know it was visible when she dressed.
I could see her tap her foot incessantly throughout class and pretty obviously clench her butt (though the students usually didn’t have a view of her from behind) throughout, but I thought given how obvious an accident would be in white pants she would swallow her pride and ask me to sub for her if she really needed to go. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
She made it until she was giving instructions for the end of class quiz. As she stood in front of the class, I could see in real time her bowels give up, her cheeks unclench, and a turd slowly push aside her thong and begin to push her white slacks back, staining them brown. A bulge formed as the poop curled up along the left thigh, not held in by the thong at all. Her voice sounded strained and she stuttered a bit, but she bravely tried to finish her instructions. Unfortunately, as she pooped, she seemed to involuntarily pee a bit (I could see wetness spread beneath her cheeks and start running down her thighs) and I heard gasps from students as they must have seen a wet spot begin to form and spread. She finished her instructions a couple seconds later but no one was paying attention. One student shouted, “Ms. Beverly, did you piss yourself?!”
Students in unison began jeering and chattering, not directly making fun of her but clearly in shock at what they witnessed. Ms. Beverly began backing away, trying and failing to tell students to get to work. She clearly didn’t want to show her behind to the students. As she went past me, I could see she was almost in tears. I stood up and walked up to her. “I’ll take over, don’t worry.”
She nodded and I got the students back at attention. “You heard her instructions, you have ten minutes left, get to work!”
With some individual redirections, everyone eventually quieted down and got to work. I didn’t see Ms. Beverly again, and last I heard she had quit and became a paraprofessional at a different school with the hopes of building her confidence again to go back into teaching. I sent her an email wishing her well and extolling the virtues of her as a teacher, which she understandably never responded to. |
Hey all, I've been super busy since the holidays but wanted to wrap this one up. The last ones aren't as school related, but hope you enjoy. Messing warning, of course.
The second-most recent accidents I witnessed were a year after that, when I was thirty two. That year, I actually moved jobs. I was hired to be a consultant and teacher coach for a new school. I moved to a new job pretty quickly, as I discovered it was quite a hostile workplace, but their staff as a new school in a low income area was largely younger and quite attractive teachers. The hostile workplace showed through in the strict rules and top down management the principal forced on teachers. For instance, the principal threatened to dock their pay if they were late to meetings and required full attendance with no breaks during professional development sessions, called PDs. This made for a terrible workplace and unhappy teachers, though it’s relevant to the accidents I witnessed.
Actually, the accidents I witnessed were all on the same day. The day was early in the school year and I suspect the teachers were not used to the principal’s absurd power trip. The first accident, though, was much like the others I had witnessed. It was the last period of the day before an early release for the students and an hour and a half of professional development. As a coach, I was in and out of classrooms so I was working on my laptop in the hallway rather than in my office. A Spanish teacher, Ms. Werner, peeked her head out her door and saw me. Her face was one of panic. She beckoned me over. “Hey, I really really need to go, can you cover me?”
“Of course, no problem.”
“Great, they just have work time so nothing you need to do.”
She said it all like it was one word, likely due to her desperation. She opened the door fully to leave. I checked her out as she walked past me. She was wearing a white turtleneck and black vest but I was most interested in her bottom half, which were black leggings. They definitely weren’t dress code, but I wasn’t complaining. I could see a spot glistening on the front of her crotch as she sped past me. She was a skinny brunette, but she had a curvaceous butt and I could easily tell they were clenched as I looked at her go. Halfway down the hall, I saw her stop suddenly and cross her legs. A wave of glistening wetness descended halfway down her knees and I thought I saw her butt unclench momentarily and a bulge begin to form. She immediately continued to speed walk.
I calmed myself down and swung the door back open and entered and directed the students back to their work. Turns out I had to give them directions for their final assignment, but the teacher did a good enough job of prepping them so even without knowing Spanish they knew how to tackle the last assignment. Almost at the very end, Ms. Werner came back, cheeks and ears bright red. I glanced down and thought I could tell there was a darker patch on her black leggings around her crotch and down her thighs, but couldn’t be sure. She said, “I’m so sorry I left you here so long, were there any issues?”
I shook my head no. I thought I could just faintly pick up the smell of poop, but it could have been wishful thinking. We dismissed the class together and then she groaned. “We have to head straight to PD.”
“Yup… see you there.”
I left her room and let her usher out her students and answer any last minute questions. We usually had five minutes to get to PD, which meant if you had any students linger to ask questions you really had to sprint to avoid our asshole principal calling you out.
When I got to our all-school PD, I sat in the back to avoid the principal. Ms. Hill, our social worker, also sat back there. She was a blonde beauty with shortish straight hair down to her shoulder. Today she was wearing jeans and a sweater, a common theme on our dress down days (early release Wednesdays meant we didn’t have to wear as strict dress code). We often sat together at the back and flirted… Today looked to be no different. The back table also meant I got all the late arrivals at my table, which were Ms. Holly, Ms. Cherry, Ms. Smith, Ms. Rodriguez, and Ms. Hill. Ms. Holly was a short science teacher with wavy dirty blonde hair wearing grey slacks (that on closer inspection, were made out of the same materials as sweatpants and even had drawstrings, but they had pockets on the butt, so it technically fit dress code - well played, Ms. Holly) and a red long sleeve shirt. Ms. Cherry was a brunette of a similar height, though she tied her hair back in a ponytail. She was wearing a white blouse and tan khakis. They weren’t tight but I could see the clear outline of full cut panties in them. Ms. Smith was a thin and athletic light skinned black woman who wore her hair natural as it came down to shoulder length. She wore light blue jeans for the day and a college sweater, similar to Ms. Hill. Ms. Rodriguez was a short but curvy Latina lady who wore blue slacks that showed off her butt and a grey sweater.
The principal came to our table and looked those teachers in the eyes. “You’re all a minute late. If you step out of this PD at any point before it ends, I’m taking it out of your paycheck.”
I rolled my eyes so that the other teachers could see my disdain for the principal without her noticing. When she left, Ms. Holly grumbled, “That bitch. I was helping a student! Plus, I have to piss so bad.” Ms. Cherry replied, “Same, girl. I haven’t gone since before school started.”
Ms. Hill looked a little guilty. She leaned over to me. “Nice thing about not being a teacher is I can go to the bathroom whenever.”
I high fived her under the table. “You and I have not-a-teacher privilege.”
As the PD kicked off (something about diversity, which made me feel bad for not listening, but as with all school trainings, it was utterly useless) Hill and I made side comments to each other throughout. However, as the time went on, I was more and more distracted by my other tablemates. Ms. Cherry had her legs tightly crossed and was rocking ever so slightly back and forth. She seemed to have the most control over her desperation. Ms. Holly was openly bouncing her legs, her right hand in her crotch. Ms. Rodriguez was hunched over, arms crossed over her stomach, and Ms. Smith looked somewhat normal but was very stiff and I heard her stomach grumbling over the din of conversation multiple times.
About 45 minutes in, we had to separate for stations, where we went to discuss different topics at different parts of the room. I took my time, in part because I wanted to observe my tablemates but also because I wasn’t paying attention and needed to catch what the different stations were. I saw Ms. Holly valiantly remove her hand and stand up and walk semi-normally to a station, though her gait was short. Ms. Cherry was next, and her khakis, which were tight enough to show a clear pantyline, highlighted that her butt was tightly clenched. Watching her flex her butt as she walked drove me a little crazy. Ms. Smith was next. Her jeans didn’t give away her need and but she stood up I thought I heard the smallest fart. She quickly shuffled away. Ms. Rodriguez stayed seated the longest. It almost looked like she was grinding her butt to her seat. Eventually, what must have been a wave of desperation passed and she stood up and headed to a station.
At that point I needed a few more seconds before I could stand up. From behind, someone put their hands on my shoulder. That’s when I heard Ms. Hill’s voice. “You haven’t gotten up yet? What, you hiding an erection?”
I turned to look at her and fake gasped and pretended I was scandalized. “You are out of control, Ms. Hill! Don’t let the kids find out you talk like that.”
I smiled to show I was joking and to hide the fact that she was pretty close to right before she and I headed to some random station. Something about… putting race and identity into your lessons? Either way, as a non-teacher, I stood in the back and Ms. Hill did the same. We were in the same group as Ms. Rodriguez, and I admit I enjoyed being able to stare at her butt as it clenched and unclenched as she had renewed waves of desperation. At one point, though, Hill noticed me looking. She whispered, “Why are you looking at her butt and not mine?”
Damn, she was forward today. “Damn, Hill, what’s gotten into you? Is PD so boring you’re flirting with idiots like me?”
“You know you can call me my first name.”
“Sure… Lauren. Wait. Your name is Lauren Hill?”
“That’s why I have such good rhythm.” She winked.
I smirked back. At that point, though, I heard a grumbling and looked ahead to see Rodriguez’s butt unclench slightly. My breath caught in my throat as I saw just the tiniest bulge begin to appear. The khakis were tight and riding up her crack, so the bulge appeared almost to one side to the left of the crack. She crossed her legs, though, and it stopped growing.
We rotated stations a couple more times and I lost track of Rodriguez. I saw some of the other teachers across the room, seeing Ms. Holly rock back and forth as she stood and Cherry tapping her foot. Eventually, we returned to our original tables. I took particular care to look at Rodriguez’s butt and could see the tiny bulge as she sat down, presumably flattening it. Ms. Holly returned to her foot tapping and Ms. Cherry gripped the sides of her chair tightly. Ms. Smith looked poised and calm, but as the last fifteen minutes ticked on, I saw her lean forward just slightly and what looked like a small shadow appear right at her crotch below the zipper. A moment later it grew slightly into a wet circle the size of a quarter. I assume the rest of the wetness stretched down towards her butt, invisible due to her tightly crossed legs.
I wanted to keep staring, but Lauren got my attention. “Hey. After this. Bar across the street?”
Despite my constant attention at the others, I enjoyed the attention to Lauren. I wasn’t opposed. “Sure thing.”
“Cool. McKenzie, Ella, and I go every Wednesday.”
McKenzie and Ella were Ms. Holly and Ms. Cherry, respectively. The last fifteen minutes ticked by without further incident. After, Smith and Rodriguez at our table raced to the bathroom. Ms. Holly & Cherry stayed with us to walk to the bar. I assume they planned to go there. I also assumed that was the end of watching Rodriguez and Smith but as Lauren and I walked down the hall, we saw the four of them crowd the door. I asked, “What’s the matter?”
Ms. Smith responded first. “They locked the damn doors already! The custodians have closed up shop.”
Lauren chimed in. “Why don’t you two join us, we’re going to the bar across the street. You can use their bathroom.”
They thanked her and joined us. As we walked down the hall, though, I could hear a gurgling from Ms. Smith. She winced, her usually relaxed face tense and framed by her curly hair falling in front of her. She seemed almost frozen and I thought I heard her pass gas and maybe even a light crackle before she picked up the pace, though now was walking in almost baby steps. As I passed her, I looked back at her and saw the wet spot had grown slightly on her crotch. I held the front door open and as she passed me I could see the hint of a wet spot creep up her butt and definitely heard the distinct crackling of someone pooping themselves. She slowed down considerably as she walked but I stayed behind her. Despite the fact that her jeans weren’t too tight, I could see them get pushed back subtly as the poop must have curled up inside her panties. She definitely couldn’t have been wearing a thong. When she finished, her stride got a bit longer as she tried to catch up to the others, and when her legs were furthest apart I could see the bulge most clearly as the jeans stretched against it. It was all I could do not to have my own obvious bulge.
When we caught up to the others, Lauren asked if she was okay. Ms. Smith grunted, “I just leaked a little.”
The others could see it and reassured her. “You’ll get first dibs!”
In the outdoors she got away with not admitting to the messing. We entered the bar with no further mishaps. Once inside, I acted like I was going to go to the bathroom with Rodriguez and Smith so the others went to grab drinks and a table. This bar had two single occupancy bathrooms. One was open and Smith walked straight in without anyone but me any the wiser. Rodriguez was too focused on her own desperation, anyway, as she waited for the other one to open up. We made some small talk, but she wasn’t a very good conversationalist as she shifted weight constantly from one leg to the other, her right leg crossed over her left. Suddenly, she gasped and I saw a glistening spot appear and grow. She immediately shoved her hands into her crotch and bent over, but it didn’t stop growing until it was the size of a dinner plate; it was easily visible even with her hands in her crotch. At that moment, the person who was inside left, shooting her a strange look but minding their business. Rodriguez gritted her teeth as she hissed, “Help me. I can’t move.”
I immediately held the door open as she shuffled inside, hand still in her crotch. As she passed me I could see the bulge had grown in her back, now a golf ball sized droop along the inside of her left cheek. She said, “Please. Come in.”
I couldn’t believe it. I walked in and locked the door. “Unzip my pants. I can’t remove my hands.”
My hands shook in nervousness and anticipation, but I unbuttoned her slacks and zipped them down. Grey panties greeted me. As I did this, I could hear a muffled fart as her poop began to continue to descend. She shuffled over to the toilet, her bulge growing now to the size of a clementine, and spun around. She said, “Pull my pants down, please.”
I walked over and grabbed each side. I pulled down and she let go of her crotch at the same time. Her pants came down quickly, but her panties did not. I was greeted with what turned out to be boyshorts which were soaked on the bottom half. She just sat down with them on and peed through her panties. I could also hear her noisily poop straight into her underwear. Sitting, her face was directly level with my crotch, and she must have seen the state I was in. Without saying anything, she reached over and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down. I did not protest. She beckoned me closer and I stepped forward willingly. She leaned over as she continued to pee and poop and put her mouth around my dick. Embarrassingly, hearing her accident on the toilet was such a turn on that in the thirty remaining seconds it took for her to finish pooping and peeing, I came into her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind, swallowing and saying, “I hope that suffices as a thank you for helping and buys your silence about this accident.”
I nodded, too dazed to speak. As I zipped up, she pulled down her panties and dumped the mound of poop in them into the toilet. She looked mournfully at the mess and just pulled up her dirty panties and her pants up without cleaning up. She must have thought why bother. We both exited the bathroom. Her dark blue pants clearly had a large wet circle, but there was no sign of her messing accident other than a faint lingering smell.
When we joined the others, Ms. Smith was already there and had a clear wet spot the size of a fist on her jeans. Her and Rodriguez quickly took their leave and headed home. Despite their desperation, McKenzie Holly and Ella Cherry stayed seated to finish their drinks. We complained about administration and talked casually between the three of us and Lauren. Everything seemed normal, but if you paid attention you could tell McKenzie was bouncing her feet and legs rapidly and Ella was stiff in her movements. After the two teachers finished their drinks, McKenzie walked over to the bathrooms. Her gait was short but otherwise didn’t give away her desperation too much. However, a minute later she returned. “Both are full…”
Ella said, “Damnit. We should use it before we go home, we take the bus and it’ll take ages.”
Seeing my shot, I offered, “Why don’t I give you two a ride? Then you’ll be home in fifteen minutes or so.”
Ella nodded. “That’d be great. McKenzie is just coming over to my place tonight to lesson plan anyway.”
Lauren seemed a little disappointed but as the other two went to close their tabs, I slid her a piece of paper with my phone number. She smirked, then winked at me. I felt a little dirty given what I had just done and what I had planned, but I had to admit I wasn’t above trying to catch as many circumstances with these beautiful women as possible.
I led the way to my car and Ella got in the front beside me while McKenzie got in the back. They gave me the address and I put it into Google Maps. Ella crossed her legs as I accelerated away and rocked back and forth. I looked at my rear view and saw McKenzie in the same boat, but she blatantly had her hand in her crotch. I raised an eyebrow. “You two good?”
McKenzie groaned. “I haven’t had to go this bad in so long. Last time was last year…”
Ella chimed in. “I remember that… I had to cover for your class.”
“Yeah, I had to pee so bad I bent over right in front of this one student and he loudly announced he saw my thong because my shirt rode up. I was so embarrassed. I ran out the door and saw Ella in the hall and it was her prep so I asked her to cover for me.”
“But you made it, right?”
“Yeah… mostly. To be honest I started peeing as I took off my pants, but they were these dark red velvet pants and I don’t think it showed.”
Ella replied, “I had a similar experience because I never have time to pee during work! I was wearing this red pencil skirt - you know which one McKenzie - and I had to go so bad but I went home right after work… I peed right in front of my toilet. Just straight through my underwear. At least no one saw…”
Ella turned to me. “Someone is going to see an accident from me if we don’t get home soon…”
“We’re almost there! I’m going as fast as I can.”
As I talked, I thought I could smell the rather distinct smell of a fart and wondered if it was Ella. She gave no sign, but I knew she had to poop badly. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw McKenzie had her legs tightly crossed. She uncrossed them to cross them the other way and when she did I could see a wet spot the size of a fist on her crotch. She jammed a hand into her crotch, holding herself.
I stopped at a red light a block away from Ella’s apartment. In the silence, I thought I heard a faint hiss from Ella beside me before a gurgle and quiet crackling. It was subtle, but I was certain she was losing control beside me. I looked over and saw a pained expression and her right hand was in her crotch while her left hand gripped the side of the car seat tightly. I accelerated away as the light turned green and arrived in front of the apartment and began to parallel park on the street. Almost before I stopped the car, Ella swung the door open and hobbled out. I could see a small wet trail going up her butt along the seam of her pants and could detect a small bulge that grew as she stepped out. McKenzie followed suit as I turned off the car. She stepped out and speed-walked with small steps towards the apartment door that Ella was unlocking. As she walked, wetness streamed down her legs and along the back of her pants. She must have been peeing freely. I followed them both into the apartment, observing the growing wet spots on the cement of the sidewalk that led to McKenzie. She held the door open for me and I could see her front was equally wet and still growing, a genuine puddle forming beneath her. As I passed her and caught up with Ella, who was unlocking her apartment door, I saw the bulge in the seat of her pants droop down to the size of an orange, crackling and muffled farts easily audible. She got the door open and McKenzie and I followed her in. McKenzie mournfully looked down her pants. “I… umm… I didn’t make it.”
Ella looked apologetic. “Umm… Well then I’m gonna go so I don’t end up in the same boat.”
A wet spot the size of a shot glass had formed on the front, but I could see how she felt like she hadn’t as obviously had an accident yet. I was unsure if McKenzie had seen the bulge on the back, but she must have mostly pooped herself already. Ella semi-waddled down the hall to the bathroom while McKenzie and I stood awkwardly in the living room as her wet pants dripped. It took McKenzie a few seconds before she made eye contact with me, likely extremely embarrassed at the situation. When she did, her face was bright red… until she saw my impossible-to-hide erection. She cocked an eyebrow. It was my turn to blush. “I… umm…”
She pretended not to notice. “Come help me with the laundry.”
I followed her down the hall and into a small room attached to the kitchen. She peeled off her pants, revealing a red thong that was soaked. She threw her pants in and poured in the detergent, bending over and showing me the wet string between her cheeks. She finally took off her thong and threw it in before starting the machine. She hoisted herself up and sat on top of it, spreading her legs slightly in an inviting hint. I walked over. “May I?”
She nodded. I got on my knees and began to eat her out. The acrid scent of her piss permeated. Between my tongue and the vibrating laundry machine, it did not take long for her to cum. As she moaned in the throws of orgasm, I realized the door had opened. I looked over and Ella stood, mouth agape in surprise and her old pants still on, a wet spot on the front the size of a dinner plate. When McKenzie had came to her senses, she grinned at Ella. “Go on…”
Ella walked over, less confident than McKenzie. She eyed my bulge, my dick straining for the better part of this afternoon at this point. They were already unbuttoned so she pulled them down, followed by my boxers. She began to blow me and I could tell she was nervous and inexperienced, but I found it endearing. After a few minutes, I pulled her up and began to take off her pants. Underneath were full cut white panties, yellowed in the front. I spun her around and pressed my dick against her ass, noting the brown stain on the back, and fingered her before bending her over the dryer and inserting myself in her, just pushing the dirty underwear to the side. McKenzie was watching, sitting on the washer, and enjoying herself. I slipped my fingers in from the front and felt her wet underwear as we had sex. It wasn’t long before she came and I pulled out and came on her messy underwear. McKenzie came a second time watching. When we all settled down, Ella threw her clothes into the washing machine and we all hung out in the living room for a while before I headed home.
It turned out McKenzie wasn’t interested in anything past hooking up, but the reason why they had talked about me was Ella genuinely being interested. Before I had found that out a few weeks later, though, I had called Lauren for a date. Our first date went well, with a simple dinner. A week later, she invited me to join her on a run. It turned out she was a bit of a fitness person. When I showed up in a t-shirt and running shorts, she was wearing a tank top and bright pink leggings. They did an amazing job of accentuating her curvaceous ass.
The date was nice enough - I was not nearly as athletic, so we ran at a slow enough pace that we could talk casually. We discussed work, where we grew up, and a whole host of other topics. I was unsure how long she was planning on running, but a mile in and she was grimacing every once in a while. When she was ahead, I could tell due to how form-hugging her leggings were that her ass was tightly clenched. Even as a non-runner, I knew all about runner’s trots and was pretty sure I knew what the issue was.
Half a mile later, she abruptly stopped. She said, “Let’s head back.” I agreed, noting how unfit I was to give her cover. We slowly jogged back, our conversation slowing as she likely needed to concentrate further. Every once in a while, I thought I smelled the tell-tale scent of a fart, as well. When we were almost back, I actually noticed a bulge, but I realized it wasn’t her pooping herself yet. It was small and went from the lower center of her butt down towards between her legs. After a few seconds, it clicked. She was wearing a pad… she must have had on boyshorts or some other type of underwear without visible panty lines. I was curious if the pad was specifically for incontinence, since I knew lots of people peed a little under the strain of running.
When we got to her front door, she fumbled with the keys and I could hear the tell-tale crackling of her messing herself. She opened the door wide and without explanation ran to the bathroom. In her tight leggings, I could see the bulge grow as she ran. I pretended not to notice and sat on her living room couch.
When she came out a few minutes later, though I was turned on I could tell it had ruined the vibe for her so I left soon after. I did stop in the bathroom and under a pile of tissues found a soaked pad and in the laundry hamper found a pair of pink boyshorts that had a clear brown stain in the middle.
As for Ella, I dated Lauren for a bit longer but we never became a “thing,” so Ella and I dated soon after, but I moved for my most recent job eventually and we didn’t take it to the next level. Lauren was pretty funny open about her farts while Ella was more stereotypically ladylike, but I didn’t see any accidents from either again.
The last story I have to tell is about my most recent job. Eventually, I worked my way up to being an instructor at a college, teaching the next generation of teachers in a Master’s degree program. Now, with the freedoms of a graduate program, I didn’t witness many moments of desperation from either peer or student, except for one day.
These graduate classes were small. This one had eight students. My classes were made up of people teaching in all sorts of schools, and this one had four from various charter schools. Their names were Danielle, Alexa, Sonia, and Sasha. Charter schools had a reputation for overworking teachers, and on this day I could tell some of them came straight from work due to their outfits. Sonia was a bright brown-haired lady. She wore her straight hair in a ponytail and was wearing a white blouse and white capris that accentuated her butt and felt almost see-through - I could see the outline of her underwear. Alexa’s school had a dress down day to celebrate… something, I’m not sure. She was a tall and skinny Latina with model looks that others in the class were subtly jealous about. She was wearing tight high waisted blue jeans and a red blouse. Sasha wore a simple white dress that went almost to her knees. She was a short curvy dirty blonde who worked with elementary aged kids. Danielle was the only one from a charter school who seemed to have time to go home and change, and she showed up in casual athletic wear - a tank top and grey leggings.
This particular day we had a guest speaker, a school board member from the main local school district. Given his importance, despite the lax rules of college, the students felt obliged to stay in their seats during the presentation. I grabbed a chair at the back of the table that Danielle, Alexa, Sonia, and Sasha were at. At the time, I didn’t know they were all desperate.
Quickly, I noticed their fidgets. Sonia rocked back and forth subtly. Alexa’s legs were tightly crossed and bounced rapidly. Sasha soon lifted her legs and sat on her foot, despite wearing a dress. Danielle kept shifting positions, from crossed to sitting on her foot to bouncing each leg rapidly. At one point I saw Danielle hold her crotch explicitly. A few minutes in, I smelled the clear scent of a fart. This was made more obvious by an audible brap from one of the girls soon after, but I couldn’t tell which and the rest of the class ignored it. As the presenter kept going, I saw Sonia lift her butt to switch positions and could tell it was tightly clenched. A similar moment with Danielle and her leggings was even more obvious, her cheeks tense. So, I was surprised when it was Alexa who seemed to lose control first. I saw her roll over so that one cheek was in the air while her legs remained crossed. She was sitting closest to me so I heard the subtle crackling. The tight jeans simultaneously flattened the potential bulge but also showed a clear deformed mound that drooped on her left side. She slowly lowered herself. I could smell it faintly, but it wasn’t too obvious.
I didn’t notice anything else obvious for the rest of the presentation. However, during the Q+A, Sasha worked up the courage to actually leave the room and as she walked out I both saw rivulets roll down her legs and I could tell she had already messed herself the way the dress gave away a bulge while she was in mid-stride. Alexa got up and followed her out, though she would have to wait since the bathroom outside the classroom was single occupancy.
The speaking portion was finally over and I suggested a ten minute break. Danielle and Sonia both immediately got up. Sonia had a wet spot already that had crept up her butt. The wetness made her pants more transparent, and I could tell she was wearing blue panties. Danielle had a wet spot as well, but it was much smaller and I only saw when she turned around to leave. However, it stood out on her light grey leggings.
I did the responsible thing and thanked our speaker before answering a couple student questions. After a few minutes, I was free and still had about six minutes of break so I went out to the water fountain, which happened to be by the lady’s bathroom. Sasha was walking out of the bathroom, looking relieved with no sign of her accident. Alexa hurried in, and I noticed a wet spot had joined her bulge in her jeans. Sonia was next and her wetness had grown to go down a couple inches of her thighs. Danielle’s wet spot hadn’t grown, but I noticed a bump - she must have been prairie dogging, and with her leggings, it hid nothing.
As I drank, I heard the familiar crackling and assumed it was Danielle, but as I walked away what I saw was a growing bulge in Sonia’s blue panties and white pants. The wetness grew too, going halfway down her thighs. The bulge was very obvious and the shape of a clementine while her transparent white pants showed a hint of a brown stain. Danielle almost certainly saw everything but was in no position to comment. I grabbed a seat on a bench in the hall and checked my phone, pretending that I noticed nothing. Alexa finally came out, a small wet spot on her jeans but no other evidence, and Sonia hurried in.
To my surprise, Danielle walked over and sat beside me. She gripped the edge of the bench. “Sorry, professor, but I had to sit down or else I’d poop myself on the spot.”
I was surprised at her candor and didn’t know what to say. “Oh… Umm… Well I’m about to start class in a minute but don’t feel like you have to come back right away, take care of yourself first.”
“No it’s fine I can hold it.”
I shrugged and returned to the room and resumed the class. Eventually, Sonia snuck in and immediately sat down before anyone could notice her accident. She slowly put on her long black coat, which would cover her butt and crotch. I, however, was more distracted as I tried to carry class along by Danielle’s obvious and unnecessary desperation. What was her game?
I occasionally stumbled on my words as I noticed the wet spot on Danielle’s lap expand over time in fits and spurts. I finally ended class (early, mind you) and everyone packed and left except Danielle, who pretended to work on something on her computer. After everyone cleared out, I walked over. “Hey, are you okay?”
She moaned, “Finally.”
I was confused until I heard the hissing and saw wetness race down her legs and off the seat, darkening the carpet underneath her chair. I stared, enjoying the show and also perplexed. When she finished peeing, I said, “Umm… Why did you do that?”
She pointed at my crotch where I realized I had a clearly visible boner. “I noticed the way you looked at me while I had to go and while I was in line. I decided to have some fun. You know… I still have to go.”
I stayed silent, seeing where this was going. She got up and locked the door. I saw her tightly clenched butt and the tiny bulge. She walked over and grabbed my crotch. “Maybe if I make you have an accident by cumming in your pants I can then go.”
I nodded, agreeing to this game with little hesitation. She rubbed me through my pants for a minute before gasping. She turned around and I heard a fart as her bowels began to move. I saw a bulge grow, easily visible with leggings. She pressed her ass against me and I felt her mess grow against me as she pooped. The sensation was too much and as she finished pooping I came on the spot.
She turned and grinned. “Good, now we’re both a mess. I’ll see you next class, professor… make sure I get an A.”
She walked out, her wet and messy ass burned into my memory. |
Desperate Destiny
Destiny sat wearing her green top and oversized green bow in her hair as agreed. She nervously sipped at her lemonade. Blind date number 6. Was it an omen she wondered or could this one actually be legitimate, attractive and interesting? He couldn’t be as boring as number 1, or as sleazy as number two, or as smelly and scruffy as number 3. Number 4 at least tried but then he’d left for the bathroom, never returned and left her to pay the bill. Number 5 was a no show and number 6...well so far he was five minutes late and counting!
Maybe her friends were right and internet dating was doomed to fail? Well she was here now and this man had ten more minutes and if he didn’t contact her or appear she was deleting the app and giving up. She was already half way through her lemonade anyway. She looked around before tinkering with her phone to distract herself.
Then a tap on her shoulder sent shivers down her full body. Destiny turned and immediately felt the shadow of someone behind her. His shoes were smart, he had smart black trousers on, a casual but smart jumper with a v neck and shirt beneath and...the most natural welcoming smile she could ever recall. He put his hand out to shake hers as she rose from her seat to face him, aware he wasn’t much taller than she was.
‘Sorry I’m a little later than planned. Every single light was red! I’m Fraser by the way but pretty sure you’ve worked that out. You look way more beautiful than your profile picture by the way. Wow!’
‘Hi. Emmm thanks. I quite liked that profile pic too haha!’
Emma gestured to Fraser to sit but he asked if she wanted anything more to drink first.
‘I’ll stick to another lemonade if that’s ok. Thanks.’
‘I’ll be right back!’
Destiny looked at Fraser standing at the bar and mentally ticked some boxes in her head. He seemed friendly. Tick. Genuine? So far at least. Tick. Sexy? His smile absolutely and there was definitely something about his think Scottish accent too. Tick. Generous? Well he hadn’t asked her for money for the drinks so that was a start. Good company? She’d find that out soon enough.
Nerves made her hands shake a little and seeing Fraser at the bar ordering made her throat dry so Destiny gulped down the last of her lemonade and looked at the all too familiar menu. She knew this pub well but even familiar places could seem strange on your first date she thought.
Just then Fraser returned with the drinks. He took his coat off and hung it neatly over the chair before sitting down.
‘Saw you looking at the menu there. Anything you fancy? I saw the special on the board when I was at the bar and the home made steak pie sounds amazing. Makes me think of home!’
‘Sounds perfect. There’s usually quite quick at taking your order here.’
Sure enough less than five minutes later and two steak pies, chips and vegetables were on order and Fraser and Destiny continued their conversation.
Destiny was somewhat surprised at how easy to talk to Fraser was and Fraser was equally surprised how ‘ordinary’ and lovely Destiny was. Wether it was nerves or a desire to please each other or something else again neither knew, but without thought or effort both had their hands around their drinks and sipped almost simultaneously as they chatted.
So far so good thought Destiny, and unbeknown to her Fraser was having a lovely time too.
The food arrived and Destiny was surprised when the waitress asked if they wanted any more drinks. It was only then she noticed she’d somehow almost finished her second glass already.
‘Do you sell Irn Bru at all?’ Fraser asked smiling.
‘As a matter of fact we do sir. It’s surprisingly popular here. Ordinary or diet sir?’
‘Oh ordinary please.’
‘And mam?’
‘Oh I think a water please thanks’
‘Fizzy or still mam?’
‘Oh still would be great thanks’.
The meal looked delicious and as Destiny began cutting hers up she couldn’t help but snigger when Fraser joked ‘she never asked if you wanted your drink diet. Honestly, you can’t get the staff round here!’
Funny? She could tick that now too. So far at least.
The evening continued well until around half way through eating when Destiny felt a cool breeze from the door which sent a shiver down her body and through her bladder and she moved in her seat subconsciously. She smiled nervously at Fraser, ignored the twinge and carried on eating.
The chips and vegetables were salty and Destiny was glad of the refreshing water. Fraser seemed to be enjoying his, even commenting that it was as good as his mums and he winked as he said it which Destiny found surprisingly sexy. Date number six was much better than expected. She wasn’t in any hurry to go anywhere.
Dinner turned to pudding then tea and coffee and before Destiny was aware she’d consumed a full pint of lemonade, half a pint of water and a mug of tea! Time was passing quickly and she was in no hurry to leave Fraser with his ginger hair and deep brown eyes. She swung her legs under the table determined her stupid bladder wouldn’t ruin her best date so far. If Fraser excused himself for a comfort break she would too but she wasn’t going to be the first to break away. Absolutely not.
The pub was getting busier and louder as a major match played on large TV’s and Fraser suggested they find a quieter corner to sit. Destiny knew she should have piped up something similar to ‘that would be lovely. I’ll just nip to the ladies first’ or something similar, but Fraser was too mesmerising, too exciting even, to leave. She’d go as soon as they parted. Yes that would be fine.
They moved together to a snug couch by a fire. Romantic, quieter, but much further from the ladies. Fraser suggested another cup of tea and despite her already full bladder Destiny nodded and smiled. With Fraser at the bar she crossed her legs and pulled her knees towards her. She was bursting and thought about slipping to the loo while Fraser was not looking but she didn’t want to leave her bag, coat and Fraser’s coat unattended nor did she like the idea of Fraser returning and finding her away. She circled her foot and tightened her muscles and smiled as Fraser turned towards her and winked. Goodness he was stunning in the light of the pub and even the laughter and chatter of strangers seemed to somehow feel special as Destiny realised she actually really liked Fraser and absolutely wanted to date him again.
The coffee table was low and bending to reach her tea squeezed against Destiny’s bladder and she quietly moaned. She didn’t want to show it but her body was absolutely desperate for release though pride prevented her excusing herself.
‘You ok?’
‘Yeah fine.’
The tea was delicious but Destiny’s bladder just couldn’t stretch so she sat bolt upright, tense and concentrating rather than drinking.
‘You’ve gone quiet. Have I upset you?’
Fraser reached over towards Destiny and hugged her lightly.
‘If I’m boring you it’s ok. Just say.’
‘No. No. Not at all. Just thinking.’
That was the truth really. She was thinking about how to politely excuse herself and how she could get to the ladies dry. But she couldn’t say that on a first date.
She bit her lip, shifted on the seat and tensed her back more. Her face flushed and a drop of sweat formed on her forehead. It took all her effort to hold her bladder closed.
‘Please don’t feel you can’t say Destiny. We’ve had a lovely evening. Well I definitely have. You are great company. You are beautiful, intelligent and interesting. I would love to meet up again. So if something is bothering you I think honestly is definitely the best policy. ‘
It was all Destiny could do to whisper. Every last ounce of her energy was reserved for holding back the huge flood inside her. Her arms folded around her bladder as if hugging herself and she bent forward with a tear in her eye. Fraser put his arm around her and his head down towards hers and whispered.
‘Whatever it is it’s ok. I don’t bite.’
Destiny fidgeted before gasping as another spasm pushed through her body.
‘It’s just...it’s just...I’ve drank too much sorry. I should have...oh Good God above...’
Destiny pushed her bum as far back into the seat as she could and pressed a hand tight into her crotch pulling her coat over herself to cover it up while her head faced down to avoid seeing Fraser who was hugging her in concern.
In a broken whisper she bravely but reluctantly confessed:
‘I should have gone at dinner. I should have gone before we moved over here. I’ve had to go for so so long. Now it’s an emergency. I am so so so desperate now. I think I’m going to pee my pants.’
Fraser kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. He whispered back:
‘Oh my sweet Destiny. My dear darling desperate Destiny.’
He slipped his hand under her coat and over her own in her crotch area as he used his other hand to tenderly lift her chin and kiss her lovingly on the lips whilst gently pressing his hand over her own between her legs.
A current washed over Destiny as their lips met. She wanted more. So much more. But first she had to pee. Urgently.
‘I shan’t hold you any longer my precious desperate Destiny. I don’t want you upset. But hurry back. I’ll be right here waiting for you.’
His words enticed her like crazy but the pounding from her vagina was intensive and relentless too. She tied her coat around her waist to hide any wetness and ran to the ladies as she felt her knickers dampen.
Fraser looked on with his own legs crossed in a vain attempt to hide his erection. He liked what he’d seen tonight and he wanted more again. He hadn’t planned to get a beautiful girl so close to wetting herself but he couldn’t believe his luck that it had happened. It might not be entirely appropriate to do what he wanted with Destiny tonight but he resolved to excuse himself briefly for the gents when Destiny returned.
Assuming he could wait that long that was. |
Chapter 2
*THIS IS A Flashback*
Apologies if the formatting sucks I'm trying something new.
Tennesee is the Captain rank
Wales is the Commander rank
Every shipgirl had her duty. For Prince Of Wales, it was to be the royal navy's representative to the Eagle Union. Everyone knew that duty was above all. Even their own bodily needs. A full bladder close to bursting was not uncommon. Constant conferences, sorties, and training ensured that sometimes there simply was no time for a lady to relieve herself. This was the situation that Wales found herself in on this unusually busy day. A renewed siren offensive had required her full attention over the past week, and today was yet another day of pouring over reports from the front and discussions with her eagle union counterpart, Pennsylvania over strategy.
All this had led to Wales being on her feet constantly, moving from one thing to another, but finally, she arrived at her last appointment for the day and a quite odd one at that. After leaving the Union commander's office she had been approached by someone she least expected, Tennesee, Eagle Union battleship, head of training, and quite hot-headed.
Unlike many other shipgirls who saw a full bladder as a necessary nuisance, Wales, for reasons she could not fathom, enjoyed the feeling of fullness one only got after holding a few large glasses of water over several hours and although sometimes she had come uncomfortably close to soaking her uniform, she had never done so yet.
Wales snapped to attention and gave a bow as was only proper when greeting another officer, even one who would be locked in the brig if she had her way. The quick movement was not appreciated by her rapidly filling bladder that protested violently at her carelessness. A bead of sweat ran down her brow as she tightened her stretched bladder muscles and silently prayed not to leak. Tennesse raised a salute, "Hello Commander Wales".
"At least she knows my rank", thought Wales
"Greetings Captain, what may I do for you?",Said Wales. Tennesee looked around cautiously.
"It's not something I can discuss in public Commander", whispered Tennessee. Wales raised a brow at this
"Is there somewhere you had in mind to talk?",Tennessee leaned close to wales
"Come to my room in 5 minutes, we cannot be seen entering together".
Wales sighed internally, 5 minutes would not be enough for her to walk back to her quarters and pee. "Is this urgent?", she asked.
Tennesee nodded "Please come on time, oh and just call me tenny"
Tennesee quickly ran off without another word
Wales glanced around the area ensuring she was alone before walking off behind the commander's office building. It was a dark and secluded spot with no one to see her, oh how easy it would be just to pull her panties down and let out a gusher of piss into the bushes. The relief would be orgasmic and the experience exhilarating. Wales let out a soft moan as her legs twisted together into a tight knot. It would be so good just to let go and drain her stressed bladder of all the warm piss. But she couldn't. No noble lady, especially one of the royal family would lower herself by peeing in a secluded bush. Imagine the scandal if she was seen or the ungodly amount of humiliation she would feel once the feeling of euphoric relief died down. "No", Wales declared "I will control myself, A LADY MUST ENDURE".
Wales suddenly broke back into reality, realizing that it had been five minutes since Tennessee had left. Gathering herself and clearing her throat, she started on her way to the Union Barracks. Her normally confident stride was replaced by a cautious one as she put more and more effort into bottling up the raging tides within her which threatened to soak the immaculate carpet below her. She stopped outside of Tennessee's door and proceeded to dance in place for a moment to bring some pressure off herself before entering. After composing herself and ensuring her head was clear she knocked thrice on the door. The rattling of the chain behind the door could be heard before the door swung open slowly. Tennesee's head popped out and glanced this way and that before opening the door fully and beckoning Wales in.
Wales stod in the middle of the room and glanced around. Tennessee's room was a bit spartan, a single bed with white sheets, a desk, and a chair, a radio on a set of drawers and finally a small area in the corner that had no carpet but instead a 6x6 feet space covered with tiles, not unlike those in the bathroom, a thought not lost on Wales who felt a shiver go up her spine. Above the tiles was a suspension for a boxing bag although it was not currently up. Tennesee closed the door and locked it behind her before joining Wales.
Wales turned to face her, hands clasped behind her back although she desperately wanted to shove them in her panties to squeeze her pee hole shut. "Well, what did you wish to tell me that was so secret cap... I mean tenny?", Wales looked at the tanned Union girl with false confidence as she felt herself almost leak.
Tennesee removed her cap and threw it onto her bed, "I wanted to talk to you about something personal, something that you and I may have a mutual interest in commander".
Wales pondered the meaning of what she said, "What do you mean "mutual interest" you told me you had something important to tell me that could not be told in public", Wales declared sternly. A grin appeared on Tennesse's face and she stepped close to Wales, the union girl was slightly taller than Wales but this did not phase Wales who met her gaze. "commander what I have to tell is more important than any intel report or action summary", said Tennesee. Also, do you have something more casual I can call you here? "commander" is way too formal for my home".
Wales crosses her arms. "Just in here you may call me Wales, but only here miss Tennessee", said Wales.
"None of that "miss" stuff either", Tennessee used her fingers to make a quote sign when she said that. Wales was fuming at her apparent rudeness.
Fed up with this nonsense and now positively busting for the loo, Wales glared at the Union girl before speaking. "I have had enough of your games captain!!!", she barked "tell me now what you wish to say with no more funny business or allow me to take my leave!!!".
Tennessee was shocked at Wales's sudden rage. A wide smile spread across her face and she began to chuckle. Prince of Wales was stunned by her sudden display and her fury was replaced by confusion. "I like your bluntness a lot more than your ladylike stoic attitude, it's like you have a stick shoved up your ass if I'm honest"
"Excuse me miss Tennesse" Wales snapped at her "I will not take that kind of talk towards our way of doing things." Wales had a fury in her eyes that Tennessee had not seen outside of a battlefield. "If all you want is to insult me then I will take my leaveeeehaaaaaaa". Wales suddenly doubled over as a huge wave of desperation hit her. Liters of warm piss pounded on her pussy lips demanding to be let out. She shoved a hand into her panties and squeezes her pussy lips together her legs cross tight together.
Wales was so ashamed of herself, she had been insulted and now she was about to pee herself in front of the insulter. She wished oh so much for either a toilet to appear in front of her or to disappear. She gritted her teeth as she felt the first drops hit her white laced panties. She looked at the floor before speaking. "Are you going to say anything else captain or are you just going to laugh like the cold bitch you are?".
*clap*
*clap*
*clap*
She squinted up at Tennesse. What she saw made her jaw drop. The blonde had stripped down to a star-spangled bra and black panties.
"w-w-why are you? like that!?" Wales gasped.
"I was just testing you "miss" Wales, seeing if what I thought you were like underneath was true". "I could not let a stick-her-ass lady of the royals know about what I'm going to show and tell you". "I also had to know if you liked what I and a few others like before I told you and by what you are like right now I would say you are into it".
Wales shifted to face Tennesse with a million things going through her head. She wanted to be angry. She wanted to be stoic. But right now her bladder was in control and all she was was desperate. She spoke with desperation in her voice and tears in her eyes, "What do you want Tenny?" Tennessee strode over to Wales, her long tanned legs tantalized Wales and stimulated a very different feeling in her loins. She gripped Wales's hand and led her carefully over to the tiled area in the corner of the room. Both stood on it hand in hand. Tennessee whispered into Wales's ear "I'm going to show you something that will make you go crazy". She removed the white gloves from wale's hands before guiding one to her own lower belly. Wales suddenly had a realization but, before she could say anything, her hand was forced hard into Tenneesse's bladder. Wales immediately felt the iron hardness of it and it sent a shockwave of emotions through her.
Tennessee smiled at Wales. "Do it", she whispered.
Wales pushed into Tenny's bladder with all her might and suddenly something happened. She had a realization. She didn't just like holding her bladder. She loved it. At the same time, both of their dams broke.
A torrent of hot, steaming pee gushed out of their vaginas and saturated their panties. Both started moaning loudly as liters of piss drained from their bladder and onto the floor. An almost waterfall-like stream appeared in between Wales's spread legs while Tenneesse had hot streams run down her legs onto her bare feet. She could feel every centimeter of warmth on her legs and her toes begin to submerge in the warm liquid. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Tennessee, Union battleship orgasmed to the sensation of pee flooding down her legs.
Wales as well was lost in the ecstasy of the situation, her white panties now turned a brilliant yellow under her now soaking skirt and her stockings sagged under the immense pressure and volume of liquid. For 2 minutes this continued. Tennesse had orgasmed again during this time and had plunged her hand into her panties as she peed and began to massage her inner walls. Wales had simply lost herself in the Bliss and said nothing nor did she move. For 2 minutes after they both stayed still, catching their breath. "Well how was that commander?", asked Tennessee. Wales panted for a moment more before replying. "Well it was nice", she said.
"just nice?", asked Tennessee. Wales looked straight into her eyes before pulling her into a kiss. "Would you prefer FUCKING AMAZING captain?", exclaimed Wales.
Tennesse laughed loudly. "Why yes, Wales I would prefer that".
"Hey, Tenny what did you mean before by others when you said you were into this?".
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Wales suddenly went white as a sheet. Someone would see her like this. What if it was a Royal Navy girl?. What if a Royal Navy girl finds out. What if a..... her worries were silenced from a kiss from Tenny. The blonde rubs her thigh against Wales's leg, "don't worry commander, you are among friends". Without changing or even taking off her now soaked black panties she walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Wales hid her face expecting the worse when suddenly a voice with a union accent called out. "Oh so you managed to confirm she liked it, Tenny I'm glad we are going to have a new member to our little club !!". Wales opened her eyes and looked to the door. "Wales meet our club's president", said Tennesse.
"Greetings commander Wales I'm glad to have you join us in our endeavors"
Wales, who was silent up to that point spoke.
"Cleveland?"
To be continued |
Chapter 3
Wales could not believe her eyes. She watched transfixed as pee snaked its way down Warspite's legs. The soft pattering on the polished marble echoed through the empty throne room as she lost control. After 4 hours of guard duty waiting for a queen who never showed up, the commander of the Queen's guard wet herself. "Wales". Warspite reached down to her panties and hooked her fingers around the hem of her panties. "Wales we are home". Warspite faced Wales and began to pull down her panties while still peeing. "Wales wake up"
Hood reached over and lightly shook her sleeping Fiancee, "Hello, wake up". Wales slowly opened her eyes, glancing this way and that, she wasn't in the throne room and Warspite was not here. She raised a hand to her face and rubbed her eyes. As her senses returned to her she realized that she was in the Rolls Royce that she and Hood used, she looked over to the driving seat and saw Hood's familiar smile, "Good evening darling, did you sleep well?". Wales groaned and stretched. "Hey hood, what did I miss?", asked Wales. "Just the drive home dear so not much", replied Hood. Wales suddenly froze, a look of surprise and nervousness on her face. "Wales are you okay?", Hood rested a reassuring hand on Wales's shoulder. Wales felt like her cheeks were on fire as she blushed. "Hood, what were we doing?". Wales had sensations and memories flash through her head, the familiar warmth of freshly peed panties, the consoling hug of Hood, and a promise from Hood to fulfill her wildest dreams. All this was so wonderful. So wonderful it was like a dream. And was it just that, a dream? Suddenly all her worries were sucked away into a passionate kiss. For two minutes they held the kiss, their tongues battling for dominance which Hood eventually won before breaking away.
Hood stroked Wales's face, "We were doing a lot of naughty and wet things darling", She answered. Wales felt light-headed, it was not a dream, Hood really did accept what she liked. Wales moved her thighs and felt the clammy, cold wetness of dried urine on in her underwear. Hood cleared her throat. "If you have recovered enough can we please go indoors as soon as possible". Wales took a deep breath before opening her door and stepping out of the car. Retrieving her house keys and swinging open the door, she held it open for Hood before closing it behind them. Hood and Wales removed their coats and hung them up on the rack. Wales then looked at Hood as she remembered that her lover had drunk a full 500ml bottle on top of the tea they had out and about earlier. By her estimates, she reckoned Hood had consumed at least 1250ml and not peed in 6 hours. Her mind went dizzy at the thought of how stretched Hood's bladder must be. Strangely Hood had not shown any signs of the intense desperation she must be in and remained her usual composed self. "Hood if you are bursting to piss please show it to me, you don't have to remain in your ladylike persona around me". Wales stood close to her lover, and this time it was her with the reassuring simile.
Upon hearing what Wales said, Hood felt like a massive weight had been taken off her. Ladies of the royal court are meant to remain elegant and upstanding at all times, the thought of prancing around in mad desperation for the "loo" as it was supposed to be called was absurd. Throughout the entire car journey, it had been torture to remain still with what seemed like a swimming pool resting in her pelvis. The possibility of Wales waking up and seeing her kept her hands away from her crotch and legs apart.
While she had promised Wales to wet for her, she was not sure how Wales would react to her frantic pee dance. The part about squirming for her had been thrown in to make Wales, who had the same etiquette code as her, feel better about suddenly descending into curses and squirms as she reached her limit. Now that she knew Wales was okay with it, she could finally do something about the almost overwhelming need to pee.
"Oh my god that's hot" whispered Wales, as Hood shoved her hands into her crotch, pushing her blue skirt and tights into her panties to push her lower lips closed. Her knees knocked together as she bounced up and down, crossed her legs, and let out a moan as she felt a small drop slip from her grasp and out her urethra. She clenched her muscles as hard as she could and screamed at herself in her head. "I must not let it out," she thought "I cannot pee here". By now the effort of holding back the raging tide was painful, tears welled up in her eyes at both the pain and effort of holding. "I can't hold it" "I can't hold it". A 2-second stream sent her into panic and she bolted for the kitchen.
Wales ran after Hood, calling her name and pleading for her to go to the bathroom if it was that bad. Hood, however, knew it was too late for that. If she tried to walk upstairs she would explode as soon as she reached halfway, there was only one option left to her. Arriving in the kitchen she did not even bother to turn the light on before frantically rummaging through the cupboards, rubbing her hips together frantically. Wales barreled into the kitchen seconds later, hitting the light switch on the way in, "Hood, ill carry you up if I need to just please tell me what to do!!" she shouted. "Wales I would pee on you!!" Hood replied, "Just stand back and watch". Hood then pulled an old, unused measuring jug out of the cupboard. As she turned and showed it to Wales her lover's eyes widened and jaw hit the floor. "H-h-hood?" stammered Wales. That reassuring smile now reappeared on Hood's face under her now disheveled hair. "Enjoy the show, dear".
Pulling her skirt up with one hand and placing the jug against where her panties were hidden by her tights, she finally relaxed her bladder muscles and started to pee. A stream with fire hose like ferocity burst out of her tights and slammed into the jug. The room was filled with the roar of rushing liquid as the stream rained down hard into the plastic container. Hood's tights bulged and sagged at the crotch due to the immense power of her scolding hot pee stream, and her black panties were turned to a hue, not unlike the night sky outside. With an iron grip, she kept tight hold of the jug, making sure that not one drop escaped from it or hit the floor she had mopped only this morning. Throughout it all she kept that reassuring smile, never faltering or looking away. No moans were had, nor did she tremble and shake. All that could be heard in the Room was Wales's heavy breathing and the torrent that kept erupting from Hood's urethra.
After what seemed like many hours of peeing and then dripping, Hood's bladder was finally spent. Letting her skirt down again and placing the jug upon the bench, she beckoned Wales over to see what the measurement was. Wales's heart was pounding in her chest and she was sure the wetness in her panties was not sweat or pee. With her head in the clouds, she made her way over to Hood and examined the labels on the side. The clear liquid almost filed the jug, only falling short of the last label. "1786ml" declared Hood "It's not what I said but it's close". Wales was head over heels in love with the situation. "MY FIANCEE JUST PEED HERSELF FOR ME!!!!" she squealed internally. Wales seized Hood into a tight cuddle, "I'm so lucky to have you as my lover Hood" Wales declared. "And I'm happy you liked it darling" Hood replied. Wales ended the hug, "I think we should get changed into pajamas and clean up", she said. Hood thought for a moment, "Give me your hand Wales". Wales was confused by the request but did so without hesitation. What Hood did next made the wetness in her panties turn to a violent orgasm. She watched as Hood guided her hand up her skirt and then onto a patch of damp warmth. Wales clenched her hand and screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, and Hood also stifled a loud moan of her own hand as Wales's fingers split the soaked tights and plunged up into her sodden panties. Both girls took a few minutes to recover before going upstairs and cleaning up.
20 MINUTES LATER
Hood rested her head on Wales's breasts as they both lay on the sofa. She took another sip of hot chocolate before placing it down on the coffee table. "So Hood is this going to be something we continue to do?" asked Wales. Hood tilted her head to look at her. "Of course it is darling, remember I still have not peed the 2 liters I promised to" she replied. Wales wrapped her arms around Hood. "I love you so much, Hood". "And I love you more than you could imagine Prince of Wales". Both Girls drifted off to sleep on the sofa as snow began to fall outside.
Edited December 5, 2019 by Aquamin
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Embarrassed Emit
Emit sat at his desk checking recent sales on his computer whilst drinking his second mug of coffee that morning, a huge showroom of new cars in front of him waiting to be sold. He was under target, again. Next month should help with the release of the new number plates but his mortgage, loan repayments and credit card bills needed paid this month not next. Two few customers and too many sales agents meant it was a fight to get to customers and keep them if they ever did walk through the doors.
Emit sighed, walking around the stunning vehicles with his empty mug in hand to drop into the kitchen. What else was there to do anyway? The service area was busy, it always was, same with the garage but the sales floor was as dead as a crematory and it was looking like another long day.
He casually rinsed his mug and left it in the draining board before heading back to his open desk to shuffle some more papers. As he left the kitchen he thought he could hear footsteps. “Must be a colleague” he thought but he checked anyway.
Much to his surprise It was a middle aged woman looking lost.
“I expect she’s looking for the service area or something,” he reasoned but went over to her anyway.
After an initial introduction Emit was delighted to hear she was actually looking to potentially buy. He checked around to make sure none of his colleagues were waiting to pounce before talking with her more. She seemed genuinely wanting to buy though she had little clue what, and certainly zero idea about the impending registration change next month. Within minutes Emit had established she was married with young children who she had just dropped off at nursery before coming in. She drove a very old car that was causing her issues and wanted an upgrade.
Emit gently guided her to the practical family cars with four doors, fuel efficiency, large boots and practical storage. It wasn’t his idea of a great motor but it’s what he knew the customer wanted. He tried to act casual and laid back but feared leaving her because he knew only too well that in a cut throat business like car sales it was every person for themselves and if anyone made the sale they wouldn’t care who did the ground work first. Emit needed this sale and he vowed to himself to do whatever it took.
Half an hour later she was still happily sitting in cars, asking questions and adjusting seats. Emit could feel his bladder filling but leaving the customer wasn’t an option so he continued showing and explaining whatever was asked. He even helped her fetch her stroller from the boot of her current car to try in new ones, taking the opportunity to note the details of her car and mileages whilst there. Mrs Clapton wasn’t withholding anything, even volunteering how she didn’t expect her car to pass its next MOT, something which Emit, of course, planned to use to lower the trade in he would offer.
With putting the stroller in boots, checking every little storage compartment and generally being quite indecisive Emit was beginning to wonder if she was a genuine buyer after all. He was also sort of hoping if she wasn’t that she might leave soon as he was needing the loo but couldn’t risk going if she was going to buy.
Time ticked on and Emit remained professional in his suit and company tie despite getting more and more uncomfortable. He asked a little about the children’s nursery hoping this might speed things alone but when Mrs Clapton said the children were in all day he just smiled and told her to take her time. At least she was finally asking about monthly payments and colour choices.
Some time later she seemed more settled and kept returning to one vehicle. Emit concentrated his efforts on all the facts of the one vehicle though he moved more than before as his bladder pressed for release soon. Finally she text her husband and was delighted when he replied to go ahead. Emit tried to stay calm though his insides were jumping with excitement. He asked if she had identity proof with her, bank statements and means to pay a deposit. Mrs Clapton smiled and nodded and Emit lead her to his desk, glad to be able to sit down as he wanted the loo more and more.
Sitting down didn’t help as much as Emit had hoped. He leaned forward in his wheeled office chair and turned on his computer again. It loaded with his previous sales so he minimised that and set up a new customer. Firstly he needed a trade price for her current car. He couldn’t lose the sale but even the customer seemed to have low expectations in this area. Frustratingly Emit’s computer was going slow and it took almost five minutes before he had a price for the customer. Waiting just made him realise how uncomfortable he now was as he bounced a leg to distract from his need. Thankfully the customer didn’t seem concerned and readily accepted the low proposal for her vehicle.
Next was colour options, extras like alloy wheels, sat nav and so on. While Mrs Clapton looked through her options Emit slid his chair under the table and rubbed his leg. He’d been selling cars for six and a half years and couldn’t recall having to pee this bad in front of a customer ever before. His desire to piss was increasingly alarmingly now but he was equally determined to get the sale through first. Martin, a colleague was now at the desk beside him and if he left to use the bathroom he could all too easily lose his commission. He couldn’t afford that. He wouldn’t give Martin the satisfaction either.
Mrs Clapton made her choices and Emit typed them in with his leg tapping faster and faster. He told MrsClapton the price and she nodded. He deducted the trade in, gave her a ‘special deal’ (which the manufacturer was offering anyway but she didn’t need to know that) then worked out the deposit and payments. As he did this Emit had a strong urge to pee and subtly moved his hand from his leg to his crotch having to rub his thump over the tip of his penis to remind it to hold on. His face reddened with embarrassment.
He really needed to speed things up so he could urinate. Things were escalating quickly, though when he glanced at his watch he wasn’t surprised considering he’d now been with this same customer almost two hours. The wait would be worth it if the sale proceeded though.
Now it was time to arrange finance and Emit suddenly realised he had an excuse to get to a toilet as he needed to photocopy the documents. Since he really wasn’t t sure he could hold too much longer he asked for the paperwork straight away and explained he’d be right back. Oh how he longed to piss now. He could hardly sit still. He checked all the papers, typed in the details and while he waited for an online answer from the finance company he pressed his hand tight against his penis before taking it away, swinging his chair out and standing up.
‘You heading to the office Emit?’
‘Yeah. Just need to photocopy these Martin to finalise this sale.’
Even in need Emit couldn’t help boasting he had a sale. Martin got the upper hand though when he quickly walked over and took the papers with a wry smile.
‘There’s no NEED for you to GO Emit. I can see you have a FULL...you know. Let me RELEASE you from this my friend. Just HOLD on and I’ll be right back. I was just heading to the TOILET anyway. This way you just need to WAIT for the confirmation’
Martin had very clearly noticed his colleagues fidgeting and squirming and couldn’t help winding him up. Emit was so embarrassed and frustrated. He hadn’t even been able to stand still while Martin had taken the papers from him and now he had to sit back down dying to piss but not free to do so.
‘That was lovely of him,’ Mrs Clapton said smiling.
Did she realise Emit was bursting too? His face burned red with embarrassed as he pulled his chair under the table and bounced both legs.
‘Would it be possible to have some water while I wait Emit? It’s awful warm in here don’t you think? You look very red and warm yourself actually.’
There was no way Emit was telling a customer why he was red faced and hot. He stood up and walked past Martin’s desk to the water filter squirming as he filled a cup for his customer. He rushed back to his desk as he handed the cup to Mrs Clapton. He checked his computer whilst squirming on his seat and was delighted to see ‘finance approved’. He pressed print and heard the printer behind him starting up.
‘You’ve been approved. I’m just printing the forms. Then I just need the deposit and that’s us. Congratulations!’
‘Brilliant. I have my card here for the £500. If you can hold on a minute that is.’
Emit forgot himself as he muttered ‘possibly a minute but not much longer’ as he crossed his legs and wriggled on his leather seat.
‘You really should just go to the bathroom you know!’
Emit didn’t know where to look. He cheeks flushed, his heart pounded and his legs wobbled.
‘Sorry! I’m fine. So sorry! Where was I? Yes deposit. I’ll just take your deposit now please’
Mrs Clapton handed over her card and Emit tried valiantly to type her details while clenching his muscles tight.
‘You should go before you have an accident Emit. You are just like my four year old dancing about in denial and struggling to hold. Carry on like that and you’ll end up having an accident you know.’
Emit wanted the ground to swallow him up. He really wanted to finish the sale but his penis was half erect with the effort of holding and he swore he would burst any second.
He had to swallow his pride. He was about to piss himself as he tried to type the card details in. Bouncing on the seat grabbing himself he finally gave in.
With one hand tightly gripping himself for dear life he ran off leaving Mrs Clapton shaking her head in disbelief.
‘Now that’ll be a close call I expect’ she said as Martin returned with the photocopied papers laughing.
‘Poor Embarrassed Emit. Now let’s get on with this sale shall we?’ |
The Parisian subway system was truly a spider web, Stephanie thought, and now she was its prisonner. Since about an hour now, she and hundreds of other passengers were stuck in one of its many cars after a sudden malfunction at the height of the evening rush hour. They were supposed to get moving again shortly, but after having been told the same thing about 15 times over the last hour, she held very little hope that that was indeed true. The general mood of the people in the car she was in was similar, going from slightly annoyed following the unscheduled stop to currently pretty angry. Stephanie was also worrying quite a bit now. Not about the service disruption in itself, she knew that they were going to be freed eventually, but about the fact that, while the mood of the customers decreased, her bladder had filled rapidly.
"I shouldn't have had that coffee before leaving the office", she thought. She knew that the diuretic properties of coffee did not mix well with her, but after a long day she did not want to take the chance of falling asleep during her commute. That was a choice she thouroughly regretted now, as she was fidgeting in her seat, trying not to make her predicament too visible to other passengers. After all, at 26, she could hardly be seen grabbing herself between the legs like a little girl. She had to maintain some sort of composure, otherwise she knew that in an era where cameras are everywhere, she'd end up on Youtube in a video titled "LOL, cute girl desperate to piss in broken down metro". She was now getting slightly worried that the eventual video would instead be called "Cute girl pisses her pants in broken down metro".
Of course, being a lawyer, she was used to regularly have to delay going to the bathroom for extended durations, but normally she was free to go relieve herself before she reached the desperation point she was in now. One of the only moments where she had to go more than now, she thought, was when hiking with her boyfriend a few months ago. Being too shy to pee in the bushes in front of him at the time, she had to hold it all the way back from a 10km walk through steep hills. She had leaked a little bit in her shorts then, but she was sure he had never noticed. Then, an announcement over the intercom brought her back from her thoughts.
- Hello, this is the conductor speaking, I have had news from the repair team. They now have identified the problem and are fixing it as we speak. We will be going again in about 10 minutes. Thank you for your patience.
Well, she thought, at least now they had a time instead of "soon". Of course, her normal commute would then take an additional 30 after that, but she could always get out at the next station and find a public bathroom to relieve herself before continuing. She generally disliked public bathrooms, but they were certainly better than ruining her 150$ tailored pants and having to live down that incident. All she had to was take her mind off of it, she thought. Of course, that was also the moment her cellphone battery decided to run out, so the only option that presented itself was to try and look for someone to talk to in here.
As she looked around for a suitable candidate, however, her mind quickly went back to her own pressing need when she saw that many of the other passengers seemed to exhibit the telltale signs of needing the toilet sooner rather than later. Like her, some women were constantly crossing and uncrossing their legs. Some of the people not lucky enough to have sitting places were doing funny little dances in place. She even saw a man with one of his hands in the pocket of his suit who could very well have been holding himself. God, she thought, if we don't get moving back soon, we're all going to die drowned in a yellow flood.
To her delight, it was at this moment that the train abruplty started to move again. Only a few minutes now and she would be at the next station. Then she heard a scream.
"Oh fuck!", said a young women standing up against one of the doors. A man besides her, probably a friend or a colleague, asked her what was wrong, to which she answered "I got surprised by the start and I think I leaked a little, god I have to pee". Stephanie could indeed see a small wet patch between the legs of the poor girl, which did not help her in the least with her own needs. She felt as though her bladder was now containing the whole river Seine. Then they reached the next station. Stephanie quickly shifted her focus from the girl to getting up and out of the train without having her own accident. "So far so good" she thought, "now to find a bathroom close to here".
Of course there were none in the station, very few had. Walking quickly in very short steps, she reached the stairs to get outside. Obviously, the mechanical escalator was broken, which means she had to walk up about 50 steps. "That's just great", she thought. Each step was pure agony, wer bladder screaming for release louder and louder each time she climbed one more. She even had to take a quick break halfway to cross her legs otherwise she felt she was going to just drench her 200$ tailored pants, the stairs, and everyone below her, with warm pee. She succeeded in reaching the top dry, but she felt as though the dam could break at any moment. That's when she saw one of those self-cleaning toilets just two corners away from where she stood. She began walking there in small hurried footsteps, her right hand pressing firmly against her pussy. She didn't care anymore if people saw her or not, all she cared about was not having a very embarassing accident in the middle of this crowded street.
About three-quarters of the way through, however, she gasped as she felt a short spurt of pee escape her and flow in the cute lace panties she had selected for her date tonight. "Crap!", she thought as she quickly regained control of her aching bladder. Her pants didn't seem wet, which was the good news. The bad news though, was that she knew she did not have long to go before more of that liquid escaped her tortured bladder. She hurried to the bathroom, her wet panties uncomfortably sticking to her pussy all the way.
There were two women and a man already waiting for their turn to use the (unisex) toilet. Stephanie wasn't sure that she could wait that long. In fact, she was pretty sure that she couldn't.
-"Excuse me", she said quietly, and with a hand still pressed between her legs, to the man just in front of her, "could I possibly cut in front of you, I've had to pee for ages but I was stuck in the subway, I think I'm going to explode!".
-"Well, you can go in front of me, but certainly not in front of my girlfriend", he said while motioning to the woman just in front of him. "We just got out of the subway ourselves", he continued. That's when Stephanie recognized the young woman who had already leaked in the metro. She was now squirming non-stop, and the wet patch between her legs was now much more visible than before.
-"Thanks a lot", Stephanie said to the man.
She felt really sorry for the girl in front of her, but she wasn't doing much better. The woman in front also seemed to be pretty desperate. She probably came from another car and was in the same situation as them. The door then opened, and a man came out. The door then closed while the toilet completed it's self-cleaning sequence, which took about a minute. It then re-opened, and the woman in front rushed in, unbottoning her pants before the door even closed. They all heard the moan of relief that escaped from the cabin, just as a second spurt leaked from Stephanie's bladder. This one was longer than the first, and it definitely did wet through her pants as she felt her hand get a little bit humid. She just hoped that nothing was visible to the man behind.
After another minute of squirming and praying the first woman got out of the cabin looking much more relaxed as when she got in. The self-cleaning routine than ran again for another agonizingly long minute. The girl in front of Stephanie was now crouched and was practically crying because she had to go so much. The door then opened and she got in as fast as she could, her pants already pretty wet from the ordeal. Stephanie was now the next in line and closest to the door, which meant she heard the forceful stream of the young woman hitting the water. That was too much for Steph, and a third leak wet her pants. She squeezed her pussy as strong as she could, she jumped up and down, stepped side to side, but nothing helped. The third leak was soon followed by a fourth, and a fifth. She now felt that the wetness in her pants spread to about the middle of her thighs, which meant the man behind definitely saw what was happening.
-"Oh I'm so sorry", he said, "just hold on a minute more, you're nearly there".
Stephanie didn't answer, putting all her efforts to not leaking more than she already did. The sound of water from inside stopped, and the young woman soon got out, looking relaxed but with a very noticeable wet patch in her pants. She looked at Stephanie with a sympathetic look on her face. Then the door closed for another minute. It seemed like ages for the poor Stephanie, who felt like she was now leaking a bit every 10 seconds or so. It then opened agin and she rushed in, struggling a little bit with her belt and the buttons on her pants. Why did they have to put three goddamn buttons on that, she thought as she undid them. Then, before she could pull them down completely, she began to pee full force. She yanked them down and quickly sat on the toilet, where she at last could relax.
It felt so good to finally let go that she was moaning a little bit, it was almost an orgasmic pleasure. She peed for about 2 minutes non-stop before finally stopping. It's then that she had a look at her pants and discovered the real damage. They were wet almost all the way down in the back and between the legs. Not much was visible in the front, but her crotch area was noticeably wet. Her panties were a total disaster, they were so wet they looked like they just came out of the washing machine. She was simultaneously embarassed and surprised. She couldn't believe that she still peed that much after wetting her clothes like that, but she was embarassed for not having held on. Furthermore, she now had to take the metro and go home to change, while very noticeably wet. She tied the blazer that she wore around her waist to try and hide as much of the damage as she could, got out without making eye contact with the people out there too much, and made her way back to the subway, much more relaxed than before. Maybe she'd end up on Youtube, who knew, but she felt so good that she didn't really care anymore. |
I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. Behind and in front of us and all around us are cars at a standstill. My bladder is on fire—I must have slept through that rest stop where I was planning to pee. I cross my legs and try to put my mind off of it. Can you really blame me for falling asleep? We’d been at a concert the day before, all of us in a state of chemical, euphoric haze, and barely slept. My throat was parched when I woke up and I’d downed a “repair beer” and a bottle of water. Now, I’m far too sober and all too aware. I kind of wish I’d been drunk and skunked out of my mind, then I might have just let go and not even noticed.
“Hey Alex, w-why aren’t we moving?” I ask. My voice breaks and I hate it. I’m in the back seat alone. She’s in front with my other mate Mark.
“Don’t know, munchkin,” she says, all sweet. It’s an affectionate nickname and normally I enjoy it, but for some reason it grinds my gears today. I grit my teeth, bite my cheek to take some of the sting out my bladder. “But we’ve been barely moving for the past hour. You were lights out so we just let you sleep.”
I shift uncomfortably. I can feel my bladder digging into the waistband of my jeans. They were not ripped when I bought them, but sometime last night, they must have snagged on something, or maybe I just fell down. There’s a hole where the knee was supposed to be and dirt around my ankles. I’m twenty-eight and getting too old for this shit.
“Why, something the matter?” Mark asks from the front seat.
“I kind of have to pee,” I say meekly. “Scratch that, not kind of. I really, really need to piss quite badly.”
“Aw,” Alex says. “We both peed at the rest stop but we just let you sleep through it. Sorry.”
“I told you not to have that huge bottle of water,” Mark says.
“Oh, fuck off,” I say. The situation is absurd. I give a weak chuckle. It’s one of those if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry situations. I give up on modesty and grip myself between the legs. Better that than piss my pants.
Suddenly, the car moves forward. It’s all of five seconds before we’re at a standstill again, but it’s enough. I lean forward involuntarily as the car moves, and when it stops I slam back in my seat. As my butt hits the seat I feel a warmth between my legs. I grip furiously and manage to stem the flow, but my panties definitely feel wet. “It’s started,” I say weakly.
“No, we just moved up one spot. Doesn’t look like we’re getting out of this anytime soon,” Alex says.
“No, I mean I started… My bladder, I… I just peed myself a little.”
“Please don’t pee in my seats,” Alex says.
“I’m trying,” I say, gripping myself tighter and scissoring my legs. It feels like I’m packing a balloon in my abdomen ready to pop. “But I might not have a choice if this doesn’t let up. And it’s kind of your fault for not waking me up!”
“Sorry,” Alex says again. She cranes her neck back to look at my sorry state, then shakes her head, seems to make up her mind, unbuckles her seat belt and crawls awkwardly between the front seats to sit with me.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Mark calls out from the drivers’ seat.
“Moral support,” Alex says. “My sister needs me.” She’s not really my sister, but I appreciate the sentiment. “Besides, it’s more for my own benefit than anything else. Can’t afford to have someone clean the piss stains out of the seats.” Scratch that, she’s definitely my sister, because only a sister would be so cruel.
Alex yanks one of my hands out of my lap and squeezes it. It’s a supportive gesture, I suppose, but she seems unaware of the precarious grip I have on my bladder. As I let go of the furious squeeze between my legs, I lose it for a moment, and another trickle leaks out. It seeps slowly through my panties and into my jeans. I blush. I don’t dare look down until Alex says, “Oh my god, she just leaked!” and I see that there’s a small wet spot on my jeans.
I struggle on for another quarter of an hour, but it’s really a losing struggle. Every few minutes, I’m wracked by a powerful spasm, and I squeeze, bite my lip, beg the heavens and lean forward, to no avail. A little leaks out, warming the cooling wetness between my legs. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, it would almost be pleasurable. The cool, clammy fabric, starting to get itchy and uncomfortable, suddenly warming up—combine that with the momentary relief and I’m getting flashbacks to last night’s high. Alex is alternatively whispering soothing words and begging me to not piss in her car as if I could just decide not to and just, not. It’s no use: by twenty minutes, there’s a dinner-plate sized wet spot on my pants, extending from my crotch halfway down my thighs towards my knees. My bum is damp and some must have soaked into the seat already. The pain is getting worse. We’re not moving. I’m stuck in my personal hell and, as a little more trickles out, warming my bum and between my legs, I lower my shoulders and reflect: It could be worse. Right? I could be having to deal with this forever, but it’s going to be over soon.
Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. It feels like somebody has just stuck a knee in my back and bent me on over it. I can’t handle this. I lean forwards and the pain gets worse, and I make a fateful decision: it’s gone on too long. With tears of pain in my eyes, I push, and I feel the urine rushing out. The pain abates, and I watch in morbid curiosity as some of the pee arcs up from the pressure, straight through my panties and jeans, a little fountain between my legs, puddling in my lap and rushing down—Alex: “Oh my god she’s peeing!”—damn right I’m peeing, bitch! One stream goes between my legs, soaking into the fabric of the seat, another goes down one of my thighs, creeping towards my soaks, which have up until now been blessedly spared of golden water. A third trickles down between my bum cheeks, and I don’t know if it’s just the relief or if there’s a perverted part of me I never knew about, but damn if it doesn’t feel good. I moan as the last of it trickles out, and now my entire lower half from the waistband to the knees, and under the butt, is soaking wet. It squelches in the seat as I move around, squirming like an echo of the previous half-hour’s struggle. The lower half of my shirt is wet. My panties are soaked, my jeans are ruined, the seat is ruined, and I’m free. Free of the pain and the struggle. I’m warm and wet and it’s all over.
“It’s okay,” Alex says, trying to inject some warmth into her voice to hide the insincerity. Of course it’s not okay, but bless her for trying. I slump back in my seat and close my eyes. “I’m going back to sleep,” I say.
I wake up with a jolt to discover two things: I need to pee, urgently, and the car isn’t moving. A powerful wave of deja vu hits me. I’ve been here before. Have you ever wished you could get a do-over? Go back in time thirty minutes to undo one of the worst mistakes of your life, now wiser and more mature? Perhaps this is one of those situations. Perhaps it was all just a bad dream. But I definitely need to pee, very badly. We’re definitely still stuck in a traffic jam. And what if you went back in time only to discover that there was nothing you could do to avoid your mistake? What if you were just stuck in a loop of error and misfortune, like it was all preordained? Better not to think like that.
Be zen. I close my eyes, place my hands in my lap, and try to meditate. Mind over matter. There’s nothing your body will do that your mind doesn’t will to happen. Omomomomomomom… I repeat the mantra to myself like some goddamned Buddhist monk until I feel a wave of relief wash over me. My shoulders slink back, the pressure between my legs abates, my bum gets warm—wait. Shit, I’m peeing! I try to clamp it off, but my body’s gone soft and unresponsive and I can’t snap out of my zen-induced incontinence quite in time. I open my eyes and let out a little cry as I notice that my entire crotch is wet and there’s some pee on the seat.
“What’s wrong?” Alex calls out from the front seat.
“I really really need to pee and some just came out, that’s what’s wrong!” I yell.
Alex takes a look back and her eyes linger on the shameful state of my crotch. “Oh dear,” she says.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t...” I begin to say, and then it starts again. It’s like a faucet. It’s just like last time, in the bad dream. I can hold on until I leak enough that my crotch is covered in pee, but no more. It bursts out of my panties and starts soaking into my jeans. This time, it trickles all the way down to my right knee, and I feel warm droplets of urine grace the uncovered skin. It’s the knee with the rip. I close my eyes and try to shut out the confused yelling from Alex in the front. I’ve pissed myself again. I feel myself tearing up and let out a sob or two. This is so monumentally unfair. What cruel god would give me the chance again just to watch me fail twice over?
I wake up with a jolt to discover two things. Fuck no. No, no, no. I’m back where I started, again. We’re still stuck, I’m still about to wet my pants like a little girl, and nothing’s changed. My heart is beating faster and faster, my hands are clammy, I leak, my panties are clammy, I’m panicking. This can’t be happening. The universe is malfunctioning. I’m stuck in a nightmare on repeat. I can’t deal. I just can’t. Without even thinking about it, I push, and the urine starts flowing again. I’m almost getting used to the curious warmth emanating from between my legs, nodding at the little squelch when my wet butt slides against the puddle underneath me, slowly soaking into the seat. I block out the confused yells from the front seat, like, check that, that happened again… Let’s just get this over with.
I wake up with a jolt. Okay. Deep breath. I’ve seen Groundhog Day and Edge of Tomorrow. I know how this goes. The first couple go-arounds you just keep trying shit and it fails. Then you despair. Then you think rationally about it and find a solution. No time to spare.
“I really need to pee and I’m not going to be able to hold it much longer,” I say. “You guys got, like, a bottle or something?”
“I don’t know, munchkin, girls don’t really have the machinery to pee successfully into a bottle,” Alex says. “Can’t you just hold it?”
“No, I bloody well can’t!” I say, grabbing my crotch to emphasize my plight. “It’s either a bottle or your seat, so if you got one and you know what’s good for you, you better hand it over!”
Alex gives me a look of disapproval, but I hear her rummaging around and then she produces a one-liter bottle of ice tea. There’s a little left in the bottom, but she takes a sip to empty it, and she hands it over. I put the bottle on the seat beside me and start unbuttoning my pants, which causes me to leak a little into my panties, but I can deal with wet panties if I can spare the jeans. “Don’t look,” I say, and I know Mark’s too polite to sneak a peek, but I also know Alex can’t help herself. Not that she’s into me like that—we’ve seen each other nude plenty of times and I never got that vibe from her—but she’s an addict of gossip. If something juicy’s about to happen she wants front row seats. Besides, she’s my sister-from-another-mother-and-father. She won’t miss that time I pissed into a bottle on the highway because I just couldn’t hold it.
I try to position the bottle correctly, pushing it awkwardly—I feel the cool plastic contact my lower lips in a not particularly pleasant way—and then, once I’m satisfied it’s as well positioned as it’s ever likely to be, I try to let go. It doesn’t start immediately. There are still lingering doubts in my mind about the soundness of this venture. But I’m too desperate for that to matter in the long run. I let go.
It’s a disaster.
For all of one second, my pee trickles into the bottle, but when it really gets going, it gets going everywhere. It hits the lip of the bottle and starts spraying, onto the floor, onto the seat, onto my jeans and between my legs. I’m too far gone to cut it off—Alex: “Noooo! I told you it wouldn’t work!”—and it keeps coming. By the end, I’ve soaked my panties, my jeans, the seat, the floor, the bottle… It’s on my hands, it’s dripping off the bottle, and maybe two shot-glasses worth of pee is actually sitting in the bottle. It’s faintly yellow. I wasn’t exactly dehydrated. My shirt is wet, my socks are damp, there’s a puddle on the seat and another one on the floor.
I wake up. I’m back. Dry, desperate, and out of ideas. “I’m about to piss myself. Any ideas?” I’m way past caring what they think of me. They’ve seen me wet myself four times already, even if they don’t remember it.
“Uh,” Mark says.
“Oh, munchkin,” Alex says.
“Screw it,” I say. “We’re not moving. I’m going to go on the side of the road. I don’t give a shit if someone sees me. It’s better than the alternative.”
“I don’t know, munch,” Alex says. “That seems a little… Drastic? And, like, out of the blue? Can’t you just hold it a little bit longer?”
“No, I can’t!” I’m frustrated.
“Maybe a bottle or something?”
“No, Alex, girls can’t pee in bottles. I’d need a funnel or something and I don’t have one. It’d go everywhere.”
“Munchkin...”
“Screw it,” I say. I unbuckle the seat belt and open the door. Mark and Alex are yelling at me but I don’t care. I jump out of the car and take a moment to appreciate the true gravity of the situation. There are cars standing still as far as I can see in both directions. We’re on an elevated highway and the horizon is all cars and blue sky and exhaust from idling cars. I don’t really have the time or inclination to admire the scenery, though. I squat down and hike down my pants and panties. At least my mom taught me how to piss in the open air. And those squats at the gym must have firmed up my buttocks and thighs, because it doesn’t even hurt. I close my eyes as the pee begins splattering on the ground beneath me. A little bit hits my ankles and shoes, but who cares? It’s still 99% less piss on my pants than any of the previous times.
“Excuse me, miss, what are you doing?” A hoarse woman’s voice from behind me. And I was just getting going! Who would be so rude as to… I open my eyes, still squatting, trying to cut it off to a trickle, and see that it’s a woman sat in the white sedan behind us. It’s a civilian car, but she’s wearing a uniform. Shit, it’s a policewoman! I hurry to yank up my panties and pants, still peeing, and I can’t stop a trickle from creeping into my untouched panties, soaking into my jeans, down the inside of my thighs and a little up my butt crack. If I wasn’t so mortified, I’d take a moment to appreciate the novelty of wetting myself standing up.
The policewoman, who looks to be around the age of my mother, just sits there, staring at me as I finish my accident.
“Public urination is a misdemeanor, young lady,” she says. “Given the, ah, circumstances, I’ll let you off with a warning. But don’t let it repeat itself. Imagine if others saw you and decided to do the same! It’d be anarchy, pissing everywhere!”
I’m not that concerned about accidentally unleashing a pee-copalypse. I spare a thought for the other ladies—and probably a few dudes as well—who must be in the same situation as me. Surely I’m not the only one who’s going to have an accident today. RIP. Rest in piss. I stifle a giggle, aware that the policewoman is still watching me. “T-thanks,” I stammer, then slink back into the car, wet and defeated.
“Oh, munch, what happened?” Alex says. “Couldn’t get your pants down in time?”
“There was a fucking cop in the car behind us,” I say. “I had to pull up my pants and I couldn’t stop in time. She let me off with a warning.”
“No way,” Alex says.
I wake. Well, peeing in the open isn’t going to work. But I have an idea. While I was outside, I noticed an emergency staircase leading down off the freeway two cars ahead of ours. And I think I saw a gas station on the level below, somewhere in the distance.
“I really need to pee and it really can’t wait,” I say. “I’m gonna run off down that staircase and find a gas station, I think I saw one. You two pick me up once you get out of the jam. I’ll call you with directions.”
“Uh, can’t you just hold it?” Mark asks.
“No, I really can’t, trust me,” I say. I dash out of the car before I can hear any further objections. I’m off at a brisk trot, wary of the policewoman noticing any irregularities. The staircase is where I think it was, and I make my way down. It’s a little dizzying seeing how high up we are, and my heart catches in my throat when I look down, causing a little leak. No matter. I resolve not to look down and make my way down the staircase, switch-backing it to the ground. There is a gas station and a McDonald’s in the distance, but it looks to be quite far off. I walk gingerly, aware of any bumps in the side of the road by the little jolts it sends to my bladder. Ten minutes later and I’m still not there. Another wave of pressure hits me, and I cross my legs, doubled over. So close. It’s right there! I make my way to the gas station. There’s a WC sign on a door outside. I pull at the handle. Locked. Fuck! Another leak. I don’t dare to look but I think my pants are wet now. “Key at the counter,” a sign by the door reads.
I hobble inside. “K-key!” I stammer, and my posture leaves little doubt as to the meaning of my cryptic announcement. A gangly teenage boy is behind the counter. He’s got pimples for days, but he’s looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. I’m wearing a checkered shirt with a pocket over my left breast, which he’s no doubt noticed, judging by the angle of his gaze, and I’ve got my brown hair in a messy bun. I was all dolled up to party last night, but today I look like a wreck and I’m about to piss myself and this is what gets him going? Fucking hormones. I guess I can’t fault him if he can’t help it, but it is his choice whether or not to stare at my bust, which isn’t anything to write home about, especially not in a baggy shirt and no push-up.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s out of commission. But, ah, maybe I could let you sneak into the staff restroom.” What a gentleman.
It’s too late for me, though. I hunch over as another wave of pressure hits my bladder, and urine starts pouring out. Two rivulets, almost perfectly synchronized, on either side of me, trickling down the insides of my thighs. It’s warm and wet and wonderful, in a way, but also horrifying. I’d almost enjoy the relief if this creep weren’t staring at me. “I’ll, uh, get the mop, so sorry,” he says, blushing. He’s blushing? Well, fuck me.
I sit down on a bench outside and call Alex. Tell her where to pick me up and to have a change of clothes ready.
“Oh, munch, I’m so sorry,” she says.
I wake up. This time, there’s to be no mistakes. “I’m about to pee myself and it really can’t wait. I gotta run, there’s a gas station, I’ll call you to pick me up,” I say, very fast, and I’m out of the car before they can even protest. I run towards the staircase, make a point not to look down, and make my way down. Once I’m down there, I take a look around. A car passes by the road, but it’s a hundred paces away. I walk behind a pillar, squat down and pull down my pants and panties. Nobody around. Not Alex, or Mark, or Mrs. Police Grandma or Gangly Teenage Boner. I sigh in relief as the piss hits the gravel. Good thing about gravel, it doesn’t splatter as much as concrete or asphalt when you pee on it. A minute later, I’m relieved and, for seemingly the first time in forever, completely dry. Not a drop on my clothes. That this feels like a victory ought to concern me, but I’ll damn well savor it. Technically, in this timeline, I haven’t pissed myself once. Once I’ve redressed, I make my way over to the gas station. I give a wink to the boy at the counter and linger long enough to watch him blush, then I take the five-minute walk over to the McDonald’s and order a late lunch. Chicken nuggets and fries never tasted so good.
I text Alex the directions and start up a game of Words with Friends on my phone. Get a coffee so the McDonald’s staff don’t kick me out, not that it’s in any way busy here. Just a middle-aged couple and a few local teens. I might have encountered the one time a fast-food joint is actually overstaffed.
A full two hours later, I see a familiar car pull in. I’m on my third cup of coffee, but you damn well know I’m visiting the ladies’ room before we leave.
Alex rushes in and only sends a nod in my direction before running off to the restrooms. Mark comes in at a more leisurely pace. He goes over to the counter and orders a Big Mac, then comes to sit with me. “A semi fell on its side, somehow,” he says. “We were stuck there for almost four hours total, but finally they got it cleared up.”
Alex is in the restroom a worryingly long time. Finally, she comes out, eyes downcast. I look her over and notice… My god. There’s a wet spot the size of a peach on the front of her skirt.
“Sprung a leak?” I ask.
“Shut up! If I’d known it was going to be this long I’d’ve come with you!” Her lip trembles and I know her well enough to see that she’s about to cry.
“Come here,” I say, and pull her into a hug. She buries her face in my back. “It’s okay, accidents happen,” I say. I’d know, although she doesn’t know that I know. And quietly, so Mark won’t hear, I whisper to her, “I won’t let you forget this, sister.”
It might be a little bit mean, but I think I earned it with pee, sweat and tears.
I use the restroom before we leave and make it home dry.
Maybe there is a god after all. |
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/71586741 Inspired by this picture
Thanks to the people in the discord omorashi chat for suggesting songs.
North Carolina slowly stirred under her bedsheets. She slowly opened her eyes, rubbing them as she adjusted to the early morning light coming in through a small frosted up window.
She turned over and reached over to her bedstand and grabbed the phone lying upon it. The metal felt freezing to the touch after the long Autumn night. She quickly retracted her hand after pushing the power button and reached down under her blankets. Her hand ran down her soft pink nightdress before reaching her snow-white panties.
Carolina thought about what she was doing and how naughty it was. Before retiring for the night she had abstained from visiting the bathroom and tripled the amount of warm milk she drank. That warm milk had coursed its way through her body overnight, before coming to rest in her now bursting bladder. Carolina smiled as she pulled back her nightdress and stroked her bloated bladder. She squeezed it lightly and felt a surge of pleasure strike her pussy. She bit down on her finger to stifle a soft moan, a full bladder felt so good.
She removed both her hands and reached over for her now active phone, her eyes squinting at the displayed time in bold font. 7:43 am. She smiled. She had plenty of time to do what she wanted. Straining against the urge to stay in her warm, soft bed, Carolina swung her legs out from under the duvet and stood up. For many with as full a bladder as she had this would have caused quite a substantial leak or even a full-on wetting, but for someone with practice in the art of holding like her, it was no problem. She wondered over to her desk and reached underneath it, pulling out a 500ml bottle of water. Without delay, she threw off the cap and downed the whole thing in seconds like it was the last drink in her life.
Placing the now drained bottle upon her desk, she turned and made her way into the bathroom. The toilet looked so inviting with the lid open, something her bladder was quick to remind her off but she dismissed it. She was in control here. Flicking on the light, she turned to face herself in the mirror, she had a gorgeous body and she knew it. Her luscious blonde hair and pearl blue eyes could captivate many men and women with just a glance, and her soft breasts were certain to draw many eyes in revealing clothes like what she was currently wearing. But to admire these features was not why she was here, turning to the right, she lifted her nightdress to reveal her bladder bulge. She inspected it for a moment before smiling with pride as she judged the bulge to be about an inch. She rubbed a hand over it and felt its steel-like hardness under her fingers before suddenly crossing her legs as a wave of desperation hit her, giggling all the while. She enjoyed the desperation for a moment, letting herself relax just a little as her pee pounded on her bladder, pleading to be let out.
She laughed as she danced in desperation, twisting her legs together before running on the spot with her hand shoved up between her thighs. After a minute of this, she seized back control and stopped dancing, her aching bladder once more submitting to her. North Carolina pulled down her nightdress before grabbing a yellow towel and exiting the bathroom. Back in her bedroom, she walked back over to her bed before laying the towel down where she was going to lie under the covers. But before she did this she needed one more thing. She pulled open her bedside drawer and retrieved a pair of headphones which she plugged into her phone. A wave of excitement shot through her as she clambered into bed.
Making sure the towel was in position, she lay back and picked up her phone. Placing an earbud inside each ear, she scrolled through her playlists until finding the one she wanted, Morning special time. This was a special playlist just for times like this when she had a river bottled up inside of her and a comfy bed to lie in. She tapped on it and waited for the randomized song to play. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tKi9Z-f6qX4 . As soothing notes started to play she lay back and let herself sink into the mattress and pillow. She could hardly contain both her jubilation and her piss as she thought about what was about to happen.
Taking a deep breath, she clenched every muscle in her body causing her to go stiff. She held this state for a few seconds as the music flowed into her ears before she closed her eyes and placed her legs together. With her bladder seconds away from exploding and her hormones raging inside her she let out her breath, before letting everything relax.
Immediately her lower lips were forced open as a cascade of hot pee burst into her white panties, saturating them before flowing through and onto the towel. Carolina fought the urge to touch herself and remained relaxed, with only the music and the fellow of warmth spreading across her pussy and legs being on her mind. A puddle began to form in the crack between Carolina's legs, the sensation causing her hairs to stand on end and her heart to flutter. As the warmth spread down into her butt she could only squeal as she went over the edge and crashed into an orgasm. She lost track of time after that as her mind was frazzled by the mass of sensations felt in her nether regions but eventually, the stream faded away and her bladder was finally empty. Slowly her eyes fluttered open as she gasped for air. She reached up and pulled off her headphones before feeling under her butt. Her fingers were immediately covered by the puddle that had a moment ago been couped up inside her. As she felt around the large wet spot left on the towel she felt a sense of satisfaction at the size of it.
Outside her room, she could suddenly hear the movement of other shipgirls running to their duties and she sighed as she realized she would have to get up for real. She picked up her phone and paused her music before checking the time. 7:57 am. A smirk spread across her face, she had time for one last thing. Pulling down her soaked panties, she began to rub her swollen lips. This would not take long.
Thanks for reading. This was a bit odd for me to write because there was no dialogue but I hope I did it well 🙂 |
Here is the second of my stories from this poll: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ . I was inspired by a image I saw on Gelbooru, which I'll link at the end.
WARNING: contains strong language and some violence. (If you've seen Black Lagoon, this should come as no surprise).
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Roanapur, Thailand. You couldn’t find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Between the drug peddlers, arms dealers, and multiple mafia groups, there truly was a flavor of crime for everyone. And yet, for the Lagoon Delivery Company, this place was home. As long as your money was good, they’d deliver any cargo, no matter how illegal, with no questions asked. On this warm tropical evening, the crew was aboard their boat, the Black Lagoon, patiently awaiting the return of one of their own.
“Fuck!” groaned Revy, the group’s enforcer. “What’s taking Rock so long?”
“Easy there,” said Dutch, the leader of the crew. “He’ll get here when he gets here.”
“Whatever,” Revy grunted, opening another beer. “For every minute he’s late, I’m taking more of his paycheck.”
“All the same,” said Benny, the crew’s tech guy, “it’s not like him to keep us waiting. You don’t think something happened to him, do you?”
“Ah, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Revy jeered.
“Wha- I’m not-,” Benny started to retort, but Dutch held up a hand to silence him. A familiar figure was making his way down the docks towards them. Rock, former salaryman and newest member of the Lagoon Company, had returned.
“Well, well, well,” said Revy, “he lives and- Jesus!”
As she got a better look at Rock, she saw he was in pretty bad shape. His clothes were torn, his face was a mess of blood and bruises, and he was walking with a noticeable limp.
“Rock, talk to me!” Revy shouted, annoyed at the concern creeping into her voice. “What the hell happened to you?”
“It was those fuckers we were supposed to deliver the package to,” Rock groaned. He paused for breath as Dutch and Benny helped him onto the boat. “I showed up to their headquarters, like I was supposed to. Then I guess they decided they could stiff us. They took the goods, kicked the shit out of me, and sent me back without pay.”
“And you didn’t fight back?” asked Revy. Rock smiled grimly, showing off bloodstained teeth.
“Revy, there were about fifty of them, all armed to the teeth. I’m not getting paid enough for suicide.”
“Well, we can’t just let those assholes get away with it!” Revy snarled. “Nobody tries to fuck over the Lagoon Company and lives!”
“Believe me, I’m with you,” said Rock. “But we’ll have to be smart about this.”
In the Black Lagoon’s cabin, the crew reviewed their information.
“So these guys are holed up in their hideout; an old warehouse on the south side,” Rock explained. “They ordered enough guns to arm a small nation, plus a whole load of drugs.”
“Trying to establish themselves as real criminals, huh,” Dutch mused. “They must be new in town.”
“I’ll say,” growled Revy, sipping her beer. “They don’t know enough to not fuck with us.”
“We’ll show them,” said Rock. “In this line of work, we can’t afford to look weak.”
“So I take it there won’t be any backup on this one?” asked Benny.
“No,” Rock replied. “We’ll have to handle it ourselves.”
“He’s right,” said Dutch. “But it’ll be one hell of an uphill battle. Our best bet is to go in ASAP, while we still know where they are and they’re not expecting us. Revy, you’ll be on point. I’ll cover you with the Remington. Benny, stay here and monitor the comms. We don’t need anyone else getting involved. And Rock… just get some rest, okay?”
“Hell yeah,” said Revy with a grin. “Let’s do this!”
In her cluttered room, Revy rummaged around until she found what she was looking for: her trusty dual Sword Cutlass pistols. She double-checked them, loaded the magazines, then downed the rest of her beer. As she crushed the can and tossed it in the garbage, she started to feel the effects of her numerous drinks. Not inebriation (she didn’t get drunk easily), but rather a familiar pressure in her bladder. Revy was about to head to the boat’s restroom when there was a knock on her door.
“You ready yet, Revy?” asked Dutch.
“Sure,” she replied. It’ll be fine, she reassured herself. I can just take a leak once we’re done.
During the long walk to the warehouse, Revy could feel her needs getting worse. It wasn’t at leg-crossing, crotch-holding levels yet, but it was enough to make her want to finish the job quickly. Part of her even hoped the goons would give up without a fight.
“You okay there?” asked Dutch. “You’re being awfully quiet.”
“I was, uh, lost in thought,” said Revy. “Y’know, contemplating the havoc we’re gonna wreak.”
Soon, they reached a run-down industrial area of Roanapur. Abandoned buildings and rusted shipping crates dominated the landscape.
“Man, what a shithole,” said Revy.
“Mm-hm,” Dutch agreed. “Listen, I’m gonna set up a sniping point on that old crane over there. You’re on your own from here on out.”
As she continued forward, Revy considered stopping briefly to relieve herself in an alley. She’d done so many times before, usually after a long night of drinking at the Yellow Flag.
Not an option, she scolded herself. We’re on a tight schedule here; no time for a fucking potty break.
The warehouse itself was fairly nondescript, with multiple entrances and a few catwalks on the exterior. A couple of men were patrolling, and Revy decided to get their attention.
“Yo, assholes!” she yelled. The closest man turned to look at Revy, her impressive figure clad in a tube top and what could charitably be described as shorts.
“Hey, looks like the entertainment’s here!” he leered.
“Hardly,” said Revy. “I’m with the Lagoon Company. You know, the guys you decided to rip off. Now, there are two ways we can do this. You give me the money you owe, or things get messy.”
“You’re joking, right?” The man drew an assault rifle and aimed at Revy. “You ain’t getting a penny from us. Now get out before I blow your brains out.”
“Option two it is,” growled Revy. She drew her Cutlasses and fired before the man could. Hearing the gunfire, more armed thugs rushed out the doors. Revy fired a few more shots, then ducked behind the nearby wall of a demolished building.
“It’s on, fuckers,” she snarled.
Sure enough, the rest of the goons opened fire. The flimsy wall wouldn’t protect her for long, so Revy kept moving. She ran to the opposite edge of the wall and fired, scoring two perfect headshots. Scanning her surroundings for more cover, she spotted an overturned shipping container and made a dash for it, diving the final few feet as gunfire narrowly missed her. Revy landed hard and winced as she felt a few drops of urine leak out. Her need to pee was definitely noticeable now, and her bladder was demanding that she empty it soon. Trying to ignore it, Revy popped out from behind cover and fired off two full clips. She didn’t wait and see how many she hit; she was already planning her next move.
The next piece of potential cover, a thick concrete barrier, was much too far away for Revy to reach without getting shot. Luckily, sniper rifle shots rang out, letting her know that Dutch was doing his job. Revy dashed for the barrier, firing a few potshots to discourage her opponents. It was sturdy enough to allow her a brief respite, letting her catch her breath and reload. Unfortunately, with that moment’s rest, her urge to pee came back into sharp focus. The pressure in her bladder was becoming unbearable, and Revy desperately wanted to put her hands to her groin and hold herself. However, given that she had a pistol in each hand, this wasn’t an option. Instead, she settled for squeezing her legs together and fidgeting before resuming the shootout.
One of the goons, trying to locate the sniper that was harassing them, pulled out his own Remington sniper rifle. Revy took aim at him and fired off six shots. Normally, this would have been enough to kill anything that moved, but Revy was fidgeting so badly that every shot missed. She cursed herself silently before emptying her other pistol, this time hitting her target.
Fuck me, thought Revy as she reloaded, now crossing her legs in desperation. This is not going well; I can’t hit shit like this! I gotta piss so fuckin’ bad!
Firing at more of the thugs, with barely any of her shots hitting, Revy reviewed her options. She couldn’t keep shooting like this; at this rate, either she or Dutch would end up catching a bullet. And she didn’t exactly have time to take a bathroom break. That meant the only other choice was to-
No! Revy interrupted herself. I can’t just piss myself! That’d be humiliating!
But if the alternative is getting shot... , said another voice inside her, and Revy realized there was no choice. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for what she was about to do.
“Fuck my life,” groaned Revy, and she opened her legs and let her bladder relax. It took a moment for the floodgates to open, but when they did, it was like a dam had burst inside Revy’s shorts. Her crotch grew warm as urine flowed out of her, soaking her panties and creating a huge wet patch. Droplets of pee formed trails as they cascaded down Revy’s bare legs and added to the growing puddle at her feet. It was gross, but she couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
Goddamn, this feels so good! thought Revy in ecstasy. Now where were we?
Still emptying her bladder, Revy jumped out from behind the barrier and opened fire. This time, every shot hit its mark and twelve thugs crumpled to the ground. She rolled out of the way of returning fire (drops of pee flew into the air, but she didn’t care), quickly reloaded and fired off another volley.
“Alright, alright!” came a panicked shout. Revy looked up and saw a man in a suit on the catwalk holding a large briefcase.
“Here’s the money we owe you, just leave us alone!” he yelled. He tossed the briefcase down to to Revy, who opened it to find huge stacks of Thai baht. With one gun still trained on the warehouse, she counted the money and found it was more than the Lagoon Delivery Company was owed. Not that she was going to tell him that.
“Good enough,” said Revy. “Now don’t you ever fuck with us again.”
“Y-you got it,” the man stammered. He looked closer at Revy. “Wait, did you piss your- aggh!”
“I don’t miss twice, asshole,” growled Revy. Clutching the bullet in his shoulder, the man in the suit called out to his surviving henchmen and beat a wise retreat. Cash in hand, Revy made her way back to the crane where Dutch had set up shop.
“Mission accomplished,” she called up to him. Dutch grinned at her and climbed down.
“Nice work, Revy,” he said. If he noticed the wet patch on her shorts, he was smart enough to not mention it. Police sirens sounded in the distance, and the two of them ran all the way back to the docks.
Back aboard the Black Lagoon, Rock was lying on the couch holding an ice pack to his head.
“Ah, you’re back,” he commented. “I take it the operation was successful?”
“Got that right,” Dutch replied. “We got the money and showed ‘em who’s boss.”
“Good, good,” said Rock. “Then that should be the end of our troubles with them.”
Dutch went off to check on Benny, leaving Rock and Revy alone. Revy lit a cigarette and sighed.
“So how many times does this make that I’ve had to bail you out?”
“Revy, I… look,” said Rock. “I guess what I’m trying to say is thank you.”
“Pff, don’t mention it,” Revy scoffed. “If someone’s always gotta save your ass, it might as well be me.”
“Fair enough,” Rock chuckled. He took a closer look at Revy. “Hey, did you wet your-”
Suddenly, everything went black and Rock felt something wet slap his face. He peeled it off and gasped as he saw Revy’s bare ass in his face. She had removed her sodden shorts and panties and thrown them at him.
“Compared to the other guy, you got off light,” Revy sneered, flipping him off. She strode off to her room, smirking at Rock’s red face. All in all, it hadn’t been a bad day.
THE END
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So here's the aforementioned picture. The link is https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1610851
The text reads: "Shit! Seriously? I fuckin' pissed myself..." |
Requested by Mad Bladder
Nick had woke up at 5:00am just like every other morning to get ready for work. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, and brushed his curly black hair, Aaron, his boyfriend always said how nice his hair was.
Nick went back to his room in a towel. He got dressed in tan khaki pants, a purple dress shirt, a black tie, and brown shoes. Aaron was still asleep as Nick got dressed and had to leave. Before he left Nick kissed Aaron on the cheek and grabbed his briefcase.
As he headed out the door he grabbed a bottle of water. On the way to work Nick stopped at McDonald’s to get an Egg McMuffin and a large sweet tea. He got his food and drink and headed to work starting on the tea.
As he pulled into work he finished his food and with a big gulp he also finished off his tea which he had been drinking since he got it. He got out of his car with the McDonald’s bag, his bottle of water, and briefcase. As he was walking in he felt a tingle in his bladder letting him know he needed to pee.
He shrugged off the need knowing he need to get to his desk to get organized for a big company meeting he had. As he got to his desk he sat down and opened his briefcase and bottle of water. His briefcase was full of papers and a sticky note remaining him to finish his presentation to give his CEO at the meeting but it also reminded him of his need. He was a grown man surely he could hold it.
He started on his presentation but his need just for worse and worse. He crossed his legs trying to relive some pressure on his bladder but it didn’t help for long. He uncrossed his legs and squirmed in his chair trying not to hold himself. He really had to pee but he didn't have time to pee he was way to busy.
After a hour he finished his presentation and bottle of water, which didn’t help his need but he had to stay hydrated, and was about to go to the bathroom when he looked at the time to see that his meeting started soon. He let out a sigh and headed to the meeting room. When he got there it was just his CEO. “The meeting is going to start in 5 minutes” he told Nick. Not sure why but glad Nick rushed to the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom he saw that the two stalls where taken. He hurry's to a urinal and try’s to go but right as he does another man walks in. Since Nick had a shy bladder he couldn’t go but he tried as hard as he could to pee but he couldn’t. Nick pulls you his pants and washes his hands waiting for the one guy to leave.
His boss comes and grabs him for the meeting saying that they were eating on him. They got to the meeting and took there seats. The CEO started talking about a new water pipeline the company had invested in and all this talk about water was not helping Nick’s need to pee at all.
Nick’s CEO was a tall bald man named Mark. He was around 50-60 years old and work a blue dress shirt and tan khakis like Nick. He was also a real asshole.
Nick tried everything he could not to make a scene; he changed positions in his seat, grabbed himself when no one was looking, crossed his legs, even prayed to god he would make it but nothing helped and as Mark kept talking about water and time creeped by he was on the edge of bursting.
All a sudden Nick got hit by a huge wave of desperation. He crossed his legs tightly and grabbed his bladder tightly. Mark noticed this and called Nick out by asking him if he was okay.
Not being able to take it anymore Nick got up and walked out the door holding himself. Once he got out he headed slowly to the bathrooms not wanting to go fast thinking he would lose it if he did. Still holding himself he feels himself leak and leak wetting his hand. He gets to the bathrooms but to his horror the are closed for cleaning.
Nick falls to his knees thinking “N... No... No... they can’t be closed I was so close.” He feels his bladder release a full days worth of pee. His tan khakis become soaked with his own pee as a puddle form on the carpet floor under him. It feel so good but Nick can’t believe what was happing. As he finishes Nick can’t help but to start to cry in his own pee.
Mark comes angrily towards Nick. He yells at him not for peeing everywhere but for making a scene in the meeting and walking out. He ends up firing Nick for it and walking angrily away. Nick just sits there crying for both being fired and his accident.
Nick finally heads home still crying. He gets home to Aaron who was eating for him. As soon as Aaron sees Nick still crying and in wet pants he runs over to him to give him a hug and kiss and asked what happened. Nick told Aaron who replied “Aw I’m so sorry babe accident happen and your boss is a huge asshole for firing you, let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up”.
They both head up stairs to clean Nick up. Once Nick was cleaned up he walked out in to his room to see Aaron shirtless in bed. “Come here and let me cheer you up” Aaron said seeing Nick. Nick didn’t have to be told to head to bed seeing Aaron shirtless. As he got in bed Aaron pulled off Nick’s shirt as well and kissed him. Nick kisses him back and they start to make out. |
Chapter 2
Thoughts are in italics
Brooklyn was renowned for being the best secretary one could ask for. She would work tirelessly for hours and hours, looking over documents, writing letters, and making schedules. When she got her mind set on a task her focus was unbreakable until it was done, or she had to do something else without delay. Many put this down to simple dedication or strict discipline, which was true, she had another secret technique. It was most unorthodox, some might call it strange, and Brooklyn knew this and that's why it was a secret. While sitting at her desk, no one could see her crossed legs and shaking feet, or the empty water bottles tossed under it. All they could see was confidence and friendliness radiating from the tanned shipgirl. She feared if they knew the truth about what made her excel so much at her work, that they would call her weird or walk away. Brooklyn never told a soul because of her secret to success. The method she kept so hush-hush, was a desperate need to pee.
It helped her concentrate on the here and now and kept her mind from wondering. Instead of thinking of using a public restroom she forced herself to wait until her work was done, stopping herself from wasting time that could be spent making battle plans or fleet compositions. Despite the desperation, she was always in control. She had never even so much as dripped onto the leather swivel chair where she spent most of her days. Sometimes she had burst into her bathroom on the very end of her limit, ripping her panties down and letting out a cascade into the toilet bowl. Today, however, she had pushed herself too far. Commander Thorson, the shikikan of Azur Lane, had asked her to stay longer to finish up reports on Siren activity in the south Pacific. This won't take long, she thought, this is vital to our efforts, and this will be a good opportunity to test me, I'm in control here, and that is how it shall stay. Oh, how wrong she was.
The many Oxy-colas she had consumed during her shift and the lack of a bathroom break before she left her quarters, made her need to piss beyond description. She sweated in her seat and rubbed her thighs constantly as she scribbled down notes and annotated maps. The throbbing need in her pelvis growing by the minute. 90 minutes after she thought she would be on the porcelain throne, she handed in the fruits of her labour before beginning the agonising journey back. That had, of course, not gone as she assumed and now she stood there in pee soaked clothes. Brooklyn, who was one of the commanders closest companions and a formidable fighter had wet herself in public like a child. She felt deathly ashamed of herself at first, knowing that this could have been avoided if she had just asked for a moment to use the public restroom close by, but she chose to keep on going and now look what happened. But strangely, it began to feel good. She felt the warmth in her clothes and down her legs, the rush of hormones, the feeling of pee rushing hard through her urethra and out of her panties, and the euphoric relief as her bladder drained.
For a moment she contemplated what all this meant as she sat slumped against the front door before she inspected the "damage" she had sustained to her clothes. For just a fraction of time, she thought it was so good it might be worth repeating in private. Then all the good feelings and questions about what this experience meant were shattered, torn apart and thrown away by the only sound she dreaded of hearing. The voice of another person. But this was not just anyone; it was Cleveland, the person she loved and loved her back. The light in her life and a source of pure joy, and she just announced in front of her that she had enjoyed her wetting, as if walking in with sodden clothes was not bad enough.
The "Girl in stars and stripes" had emerged from the hall that led to the kitchen and now looked at Brooklyn. Arms folded and a smirk on her face she spoke again, "Oh shit?", Cleveland said, "don't you mean oh piss hahaha". Brooklyn was bright red and pale as a sheet simultaneously "Cleve i-i-i can explain this" Brooklyn started to shake as she tried frantically to think of what to say, "I-i erm I oh". "Cat got your tongue Brook?. Or is your mind as soggy as your socks" Cleveland giggled as she teased her girlfriend. Brooklyn felt tears stream down her face, and she collapsed to her knees. She buried her face in her hands as she sobbed, "Cleveland I'm so sorry, please don't call me a freak. I misjudged everything, and this is what happened. I did not plan to do this believe me please". She felt slimy and dirty as she went on all fours, her tears dampening the carpet, "Please don't tell anyone ill do anything".
Unbeknownst to her, Cleveland was in a fit of panic. Her teasing and playful behaviour had not gone as she hoped. She thought it would lighten the mood before they talked. After all, she had a lot of explaining to do herself, a lot more than Brooklyn.
(Flashback 2 months)
Cleveland clambered into the bathtub, exhausted after running at full speed from the classes she had been in. Her bladder throbbed inside her, her panties already damp from numerous leaks. Her shirt protruded outwards due to her large bladder bulge. Lying on her back, she wasted no time throwing off everything above her skirt save for her bra. A violent stream burst out of her panties within seconds, she moaned uncontrollably and started to finger herself. Urine soaked into her star-spangled knee highs and up her butt, snaking its way up her back. " FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SO GOOD" she screamed as she felt an orgasm building. Her pee-soaked fingers brought her to the peak of ecstasy when suddenly, the front door opened. A chill went down her spine, she clenched hard to stop the flow and cover her mouth with her wet hands. The sound of frantic movement could be heard coming closer to the door, Cleveland quickly closed the bath curtain. Whoever it was outside was close enough to be heard. "Oh hell, I'm gonna burst, too much cola". Cleveland went wide-eyed, that was Brooklyn.
She watched her shadow pass by the bath in the direction of the toilet. Cleveland's bladder began to wear away at her hold, a small trickle ran into her substantial puddle. PLEASE DON'T HEAR THAT PLEASE DON'T, Cleveland thought to herself. Her lower regions were on fire due to holding back both orgasm and a small bottle's worth of piss. She heard Brooklyn's panties come down and her bottom hit the toilet seat. SHIT, SHE'S GONNA PISS. The sound of a waterfall coming out of Brooklyn's pussy hit Cleveland like a sledgehammer. She let out an almost inaudible moan as she sobbed silently, not from sadness, but from the overpowering sensation of bliss mixed with fear. Brooklyn, sitting oblivious just a few feet away, let out a sigh as she let out the contents of her bladder. The sigh sent Cleveland over the edge, slamming her eyes shut and groaning into her hands, her cum added to the mix of fluids under her. Cum, sweat, tears and pee swirled as her hips bucked and legs shuddered. DON'T HEAR PLEASE, SO FUCKING GOOD, her mind went white.
By some miracle, she had avoided detection by Brooklyn and was able to get herself into a presentable state by the time they next encountered one another for dinner. But sitting at the table, watching Brooklyn tuck into pasta and meatballs, she could only think of what she heard. No one she had ever known had peed as much as Brooklyn did. She was there peeing at various speeds for 4 minutes, no one had ever done it that long, not even herself while holding. She knew Brooklyn had a long day at work with the commander, but she could take breaks when she wanted, so that was not the answer. Brooklyn's shift ended only a few minutes before Cleveland arrived home so there was no way she could have done anything to make herself that desperate. The only reason she could think of was that Brooklyn, her confident and upstanding girlfriend, had held in an ocean all-day on purpose. The thought made her dizzy. Was it possible she was into what the sakura called "Omorashi" like herself?. Cleveland contemplated what to do. Being a light crusier; she was a master at observation and recon. So she decided that is what she would do, observe, evaluate, and act accordingly.
Over the next two months, she studied in detail what Brooklyn's toilet habits were like. She listened to how strong her stream was, how frantic she looked before dashing into the bathroom, how many times she went to the bathroom, among other things. She checked the files on Brooklyn, every shipgirl had their estimated bladder capacity on their file. Brooklyn's was put down at 1987ml. Way too low for what I heard, she thought, her own estimate put Brooklyn at around 4987ml. To a human that would sound preposterous, but for a shipgirl, this was possible. After two months, Cleveland knew that Brooklyn was doing this on purpose. Nobody comes home after a shift where a bathroom is freely available and release half the Pacific out of their bladder unless they wanted to. The only problem was how to approach Brooklyn about this. Her answer came today while walking home.
(Flash forward to today 10 minutes earlier)
Drip, Drip, Drip. Cleveland slowly leaked as she walked down a dark path on the way back to her house. Her bladder muscles quivered with every step she took, yellow droplets spilling out onto the white brick below. Her eyes watered as she came to a stop. I'm not gonna make it, fuck you langley for stretching out that class on torpedo evasion. She glanced around, looking for anyone that might see her before hobbling into the knee-high bushes. I cannot believe what I'm doing dammit. She squatted down and removed her white panties. Her stream splattered against the dry mud, she bit her finger looking around anxiously. She was about to relax when suddenly she noticed a figure walking down the path. With colossal difficulty, she stopped her stream and started to crouch walk off in the direction of her and Brooklyn's home. Curiosity struck her, and she looked back over at the path, trying to identify the figure. Her eyes struggled against the dark to pick out who it was. Positive identification of the figure caused her to lose control at the same time as the mysterious figure.
Cleveland thundered through the forest and out onto the path further along. BROOKLYN THAT WAS BROOKLYN, her mind screamed at her. She completely ignored the fact that her panties were now being soaked by her barely held back flood, a constant stream ran down her right leg. Her numb fingers fumbled with keys, a blast of warm air hit her, bright light, and then the door was shut. Her heart pounded. Every breath was heavy and ragged. She slumped onto her butt and let loose her the rest of her pee. She held her head in her hands as she tried and failed to comprehend what had happened. Her stream stopped, and she did not notice nor care. She slapped herself hard. This is your chance, you horny bitch pull yourself together and think of what to say. Weakly, she rose to her feet and stumbled into the kitchen. Removing an Oxy-cola from the fridge, she started to sip it and calm herself down.
What she had thought of too say had upset Brooklyn, or at least she thought it made her upset. As her own tears began to fall on the ground, she thought of some song lyrics that represented what she thought of the situation. "But on this battlefield, no one wins".
Too be continued
Disregard what i said last time, this is gonna be three chapter or more idk. Thanks for reading |
Commander Thorson is a reference to Sabaton Babylon's fantastic series "Chronicles of the siren war". Just saying because i don't want to be accused of plagiarism, it is just a nod to one of my favourite stories.
Chapter 3
Brooklyn sat on her bed, sipping Peppermint Tea. The warm beverage soothed her nerves as she waited for Cleveland to return. The two had a long talk after they had calmed down about what had happened. Both were now able to express themselves without any misunderstanding. Cleveland strolled in, Oxy-cola in hand, and came to rest alongside her. The pair had removed their wet stockings and panties, but their skirts remained on. Cleveland cracked open the Oxy-cola with a loud hiss and took a long swig. "So Cleve you enjoy wetting just for the thrill?". Cleveland finished drinking and placed the half-empty bottle on the floor, "Yeah I love it, it feels so good to hold back an ocean all-day as if it were nothing before letting out a storm in my clothes."
Brooklyn blushed and took another sip. "You are very explicit about this now." Cleveland nodded as she downed the rest of the cola, "Now that I know your fine with it I can finally let out all the pent up thoughts I had, and it feels as good as even my largest wetting." Brooklyn only blushed harder "I'm glad you enjoy it, but I'm still on the fence about the whole wetting thing myself." "It felt good, but dirty at the same time, I'm not sure if I want to do it as much as you do Cleveland." Cleveland wrapped an arm around the blushing belle. "Hey, don't worry about it, you like the desperation aspect, I like both, don't force yourself to do what you are not comfortable with." Brooklyn smiled and returned the hug. "Thank you Cleveland" she whispered, "It interests me, but I am nervous about doing it what if someone saw me?."
Cleveland kissed her on the neck, earning herself a soft moan from Brooklyn. " Don't worry babe, we can do it here at home or some spots I know" she rubbed her hand up and down Brooklyn's leg. "Trust me, Brook, we can make this work." Brooklyn felt like she was about to fall asleep in her lover's arms, but quickly she recovered and removed Cleveland's hand. "I'm gonna finish my drink then shower.", she said. Cleveland grinned and grabbed her cola, "Good idea, I think, I will do the same, together." Brooklyn almost spat out her tea. "Together?". Cleveland started laughing her ass off, "It'll save water and besides" she ran her finger under Brooklyn's chin and began talking in a seductive tone, "don't you want some TLC?". Brooklyn became incredibly flustered but admitted that she did.
Cleveland stripped down to her skirt, her clothes in a messy pile on the bathroom floor, before imploring Brooklyn to do the same. "Cummon Brook, show me that sexy body of yours"Brooklyn sighed and pulled off her uniform top, leaving her only in a black bra. Both girls blushed as they looked at each other's almost bare bodies. "I envy you, Brook," Cleveland said with a coy smile. "Why is that Cleveland?". Cleveland snickered quietly, "Because you got big boobs I pulled the short straw" she gestured to her A-cups. Brooklyn cleared her throat nervously, accepting the compliment but also wanting to make her lover feel better. "Cleveland, you are very cute and sexy as well, boobs are not everything. Your athletic and toned and your boobs are still very nice regardless of sized." Cleveland's cheeks burned "Errr t-t-thank you v-very much".
Brooklyn started rubbing her thighs together. "Hey Cleveland, when I was wetting myself, did not let out everything". Cleveland's interest was peaked "How much do you need to piss?" she asked. "Not very bad, I peed most of what I was holding, but it's enough to let myself pee if I wanted." Cleveland placed her hands on Brooks's shoulders "Do you want to do this?". Brooklyn nodded "You told me that everything will be okay and I believe you". Cleveland glowed internally at Brooklyn's words, "So, where do you wanna let it loose?." Brooklyn pondered for a second, "I'll just do it in the bath before we turn the shower on".
Brooklyn unhitched her bra and cast it away, she glanced playfully at Cleveland "Aren't you going to get nude babe?" she said, trying to be cool. Cleveland pulled her skirt down and exposed herself to Brooklyn. Cleveland was completely shaven while Brooklyn kept herself neatly trimmed, fitting to match her organised life. Both shipgirls drunk up each other's form with their eyes before entering the bathtub. Cleveland drew the curtain and turned to face Brooklyn, she had her arms folded behind her back, her gaze at the bathmat with rosy cheeks. "You look indescribably stunning Brook". Brooklyn giggled softly at Cleveland's remark "Ready Cleveland?". Cleveland abruptly brought her into a firm embrace "Just let it go you desperate bookworm". She interlocked their legs, ensuring Brooklyn could not pull away. Brooklyn struggled in her grip "Cleveland I will pee on you, let me go!!" she said with alarm. Cleveland gave her a loving smile and started to press on Brooklyn's bladder. "I know, let it out".
A weak stream made its way out from between Brooklyn's lower lips. It fell down like a small waterfall onto Cleveland's legs and ran down Brooklyn's thighs. She trembled slightly in Cleveland's grip and bit on her knuckles, "It's fine, I want this" her love whispered reassuringly. She closed her eyes and sighed. Cleveland manoeuvred a hand under Brooklyn's pee stream and moved it up towards her vagina. The tanned girl in her arms squealed as she felt a cool hand cup her sweltering loins. "C-C-Cleve, please s-stop teasing". The "Girl in stars and stripes" dragged two fingers over Brooklyn's lower lips before pushing them deep inside her.
QUE SHOWER SEX INTERMISSION
Brooklyn adjusted her reading spectacles before turning the page. She studied its contents carefully before turning it again. She rose her head at the sound of rapid movement, Cleveland came barrelling into the room. She dived under the covers of their shared bed and snuggled up to her. Brooklyn removed her spectacles and put down her book. "US NAVY FLEET COMPOSITION 1928-32, you nerd" teased Cleveland hitting her playfully on the arm. Brooklyn rolled her eyes "It's interesting, I think you would like it Cleve". "Eh maybe I don't know, anyway, I wanted to ask you something". "What is it Cleveland?" Brooklyn lay back on her pillow. "I had an idea that there would be a place where Shipgirls who like pee can express and indulge themselves without anxiety or fear of being shunned. Where we could pee, wet, piss, whatever you want to call it even fuck each other maybe. I wanted a place where Omorashi as the sakura call it, was the name of the game."
Brooklyn processed what she had said, "And I guess that you want my help to do this?". Cleveland held her hand "Yeah I need your help, I need some supplies and an unused building, plus Commander Thorson needs to know that some sort of activity is now being done in that building. Due to the San Francisco declaration, he cannot stop us from doing what we want in our private time, but he needs to be informed as to what the building is used for. "Well Cleveland, ill see what I can do" replied Brooklyn "also it's section 3, paragraph 2, line 8 you are thinking of". Cleveland snickered "Thanks, you nerd".
TOO BE CONTINUED
Chapter 4 is probs gonna be the last of this story, but fear not, this is only the beginning. |
CHAPTER 4
It was 14 days since the "incident" as Brooklyn described it, and she had been hard at work. Alongside her typical duties as secretary for the commander, she had been striving to make Cleveland's dream of an "Omorashi paradise" a reality. It was no simple matter, you could not just have a chat with the commander, several letters and documents had to be sent and signed. Such things were also put on the back-burner, there was a war on, so it was a miracle it took only 2 weeks.
The commander did not ask what omorashi was, he didn't know and didn't care, and gave the go-ahead. The "Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activites Association" was born.
Cleveland looked at the piece of paper as if it was written in Gibberish "That is so fuckin wordy it's ridiculous. It's a piss and sex club, not a god damn resort for billionaires." Brooklyn rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's uncouthness "it's the official title for the records, you can use something different but within reason." She then returned to filling out a requestion form for measuring jugs. Cleveland opened Brooklyn's office mini-fridge and started on her second bottle of water since joining her."Just knock off everything between Omorashi and association, makes it not sound like it was written by a Harvard professor. The ALOA has a nice ring to it, certainly better than ALOAOUBSAA."
Brooklyn neatly arranged her papers and put them in a tray to be shipped off later, "Well I have some more good news for you Cleve, I got a private building for us to use." She handed Cleveland a description of the building and a picture. It was a single-story white brick building with brownish-orange tiles on the roof. "Looks nice." Cleveland remarked, "But where is it?". Brooklyn shut the fridge door that Cleveland had left ajar and checked her watch. "I've finished my shift as of 2 minutes, so let's take a walk, and I will show you." Cleveland downed the rest of her water before following her. She was brimming with excitement just as her bladder brimmed with something else.
The two marched out of the central area of the base, a bustling hub of activity, and toward the outskirts. They passed offices, sheds and warehouses on the way, Cleveland whistling "The star-spangled banner" while Brooklyn stayed silent. They went down paths that were paved but scarcely used, trees stretched high and untrimmed on either side, birdsong filled the air. They had arrived at the bases outer limits and now stood before the building in question. Cleveland scrutinised it "It's a bit remote, but it will do." Brooklyn fished a pair of keys out of her pockets, handing one to Cleveland. "I picked it: A because it was free, B because it was maintained up until recent, C because it is private, and D you can do whatever you want in the woods around it."
The wooden main door swung open, daylight flooded into the spacious main hall. The pair stepped in and surveyed the scene. The large room looked like a dance studio with its wooden floor and white walls. On the far end was a large sliding door that led out back into a small grass-covered yard, the fence marking still there. On the left directly at the entrance was a utility room marked with an electrical hazard sign. On the right directly across was an empty storage room. Furthur up each wall was another door.
"This was to be an additional support building for planned barracks if sailors came here in large numbers" Brooklyn announced as she read the sheet she had brought with her. "Due to the decision to make this island only for Azur Lane and authorised person, this building became surplus to requirements." "That was, however, recent enough not to let this place fall into disrepair. Some paint here and there should be enough to make this place shine." Cleveland giggled with glee. "Brooklyn I cannot thank you enough, come here." She seized Brooklyn into a hug before walking around the room.
Brooklyn carefully followed the instructions she had been given, flicking switches and pressing buttons in the utility room, before pulling the master power lever. With a whir and soft hmmm, the lights of the building came on. Cleveland nodded her head as she surveyed the now lit room "It'll need a dust" she stepped in the dirt "and a mop." Brooklyn had unlocked the back door and peeked her head out, "add a bit of gardening to that list."
Gathering at the right-hand door, Cleveland opened gently. The room turned out to be a long stretch of showers, no door to each cubicle and only a head height wall between where each person would be. At the end of the hall lay a single toilet stall, it stared down the row of showers directly at the door. "Well, at least it's there if we need it," remarked Cleveland. Brooklyn looked a bit puzzled "Only one toilet, weird." "Brook I'm sure most of them would just let it rip in the shower, come on let's check out the other door."
The left side door opened to a carpeted hallway with one door at the end and on the right close to them. The closet door revealed a small kitchen, fridge and cooker still hooked up and ready to go. Brooklyn looked at her information sheet "The main hall we entered into was a mess hall, soldiers could eat there then shower." Cleveland grinned "However designed this place has my thanks" she twisted the tap handle, and cool water poured out. Brooklyn shuddered "Oooohhh, I still have to pee after work" she held herself and started to shift around. "Great!!" declared Cleveland "I do as well, and I have an idea. But before that, let's check the last room."
The last room was bare. The blue carpet was the only indicator anyone had ever set foot in here. "Well, we got a room for random bullshitery, great, let's head back into the hall." Brooklyn was practically dragged into the hall by Cleveland who was bouncing off the walls.
"When ships are launched, a bottle of something is smashed against them to celebrate, correct Brooklyn?" Brooklyn was perplexed "errrrrm, yes, why is that relevant?" Cleveland pulled off her panties. "C-cleveland wh-what are you doing?" Brooklyn turned her head in embarrassment. "Well we are shipgirls, so there is the link to ships, this is a celebration to mark the founding of the Azur Lane Omorashi Association, and we have no bottle. So I decided why not pee on the floor instead. It fits with Omorashi and its liquid." Brooklyn sighed "I see what you mean, but would it not be better just to get something from our room?" Cleveland shook her head "No no no that misses the point, this place will be packed with pee filled endeavours, so let the first liquid on its floor be pee. Besides, wine or champagne is used all the time, it's boring".
Brooklyn reluctantly removed her panties "If it makes you happy, then let's do it." Both spread their legs wide, hands-on their hips and taking a deep breath. Brooklyn started peeing first, her urine coming out in a sprinkler like flow pattering on the ground like heavy rain. She manoeuvred her hips, to stop the spray from hitting her shoes and; it landed on some leaves brought in by the breeze. Cleveland, on the other hand, forced out her bladder's contents in a powerful stream that splattered off the wooden floor, spots landing on her stockings not that she cared. Her stream's force caused dirt underneath her to be washed away, her puddle snaking around her shoes and towards the still-open front door. "NOW THIS IS FREEDOM!!" she shouted, she started to walkabout letting her stream leave a trail in the dust behind her. Brooklyn rubbed her cheeks "This is slightly disgusting if I'm honest" she looked down to see yellow liquid gather under her. "The whole point of this place to piss wherever and however you want, if you don't like just doing it on the floor I'm sure we will find something to your liking. Besides, this place needed a clean anyway, we are just loosening the dirt." Brooklyn thought about the future as their streams came to a halt.
4 days and many bullins later, the building was ready. Cleveland glanced around the now fresh hall with pride. Her dream was, at last, a reality. Brooklyn came up behind her and interlocked their fingers. "The supplies you wanted should come within a few hours, the bullins say all the showers and other things in here work and that everything is open for business." Cleveland pecked her on the cheek "Thank you". Brooklyn glowed "No problem Cleveland, but there is one problem. Who is going to come here?" Cleveland gave her a head pat "I'll scout out people who I have good reason to believe are into Omorashi while we are still small and when we grow to a certain size, I'll look into putting the word out into the wider world. I just need to figure out how that will happen and when." Brooklyn returned the head pat "Got any idea who will be first?" Cleveland smiled "I do."
"COME ON PUNCH IT HARDER!!". Cleveland knocked the trainer dummy off its supports and across the room. She wiped the sweat from her brow before accepting a water bottle handed to her. "Your getting good Cleveland, keep up the good work." Cleveland weakly gave a thumb up panting hard "Hey do you mind if we speak for a bit?" Tennessee, head of training froze. Her bladder felt like one of her 14-inch shells inside her, its bulge would easily be spotted by one who knew what they were looking for. Her sweat now had dual meaning, she was tired after training, but she was also busting for the loo. Her pride and stubbornness would not let her leave for the toilet like a little girl. She resolved to hold it before responding. "Yeah what do you need?" FINISH
WELL IM STARVED WHO WANTS SOME JAMBALAYA
Thanks to everyone for reading this. This was the first time ive written a story from start to finish and im super happy about it. For anyone wondering about the future of the ALOA (Azur Lane Omorashi Association) fear not for this is only the beginning. |
Fidgety Freya
Choir finals.
Freya sat holding her order of events in her sweating hands. Her hair and make up pristine, her white blouse spotless and her black suit trousers with silver stars perfectly fitted. Last on the list. She could do this. She wasn’t going to let nerves get the better of her now even though her throat felt like it would close it was so dry and her stomach was in knots.
She’d expected to be backstage while the other choirs were on stage where she could relax and do last minute preparations, not sitting in the middle of a row of twenty others in the audience nervously watching every other choir before going on. What sort of set up was this? It hadn’t been like this for the semis or quarter finals but there wasn’t much she could do. Every choir was in the same position except the first on so clearly the rules had been changed.
The curtain drew and the first choir stood arranged neatly in height order. They started every so slightly off key but by the second line they were more relaxed and settled. Freya sipped her water as she listened intently. They were good, though quite an acquired taste, and she knew that starting first was very much a disadvantage as the judges and audience would likely forget them as time went on.
Freya clapped as they finished and bowed before leaving the stage. The host spoke for a few minutes and then introduced the second choir of the evening. Freya sipped more water as her throat felt drier than she could ever remember. She had to loosen her vocal chords before it was her turn to sing. This wasn’t just about being part of a team as she had a lead solo to perform and she intended to be note perfect.
By the fourth choir Freya shifted in her seat. Her bladder twinged a little, most likely due to increasing nerves. She took a few deep breathes and finished her water. Another three choirs and then it would be her turn. The fifth choir was introduced and filled onto the stage. There seemed to be hundreds of them! It took almost five minutes for them all to get into place, during which Freya felt another twinge. She shifted in her seat again.
Krista whispered, ‘you ok?’
‘Yeah just nervous.’
Finally the fifth choir began their songs. The first, a jazzy, bouncy piece that made Freya smile and clap along, the second a more moving slow piece making the audience gasp with emotion. They were good, very good. Freya shifted again, nerves really setting in now. She felt uncomfortable, as if the cushioned flip down seat was suddenly made of nails. At first she couldn’t understand it but then her foot caught her empty water bottle sending it rolling towards the seat in front. She closed her eyes for a second recalling just how much water she had drank in the last few hours. Her hands moved to her bladder and she gently rubbed as another twinge made her shuffle towards the side of the seat. It wasn’t nerves, she suddenly realised: she was needing a wee. Well this wasn’t a good thing, not at all.
As the sixth choir filled the stage and formed a pattern that intrigued her, Freya couldn’t help crossing her legs. It looked awkward on a chair that folded up in the old grand concert hall. Freya wasn’t particularly caring. There was still this choir and another before hers and her mind turned from listening to the choir to trying to think if she had noticed toilets on her way in. There had to be plenty in a concert hall this size, it was just a matter of where.
The issue wasn’t just that the row was too long to slip out easily it was where the rows were that was an issue too. All the competing choirs had been sat right behind the stage to the right where the audience of over a thousand people could watch their every move. Not only that but TV cameras panned frequently looking to catch expressions of worry, nerves, smiles or delight. It just wasn’t an option to get out and find a toilet right now. She had to forget that idea and put any bodily needs out her mind.
If only her body understood that and co-operated.
Finally the sixth choir exited the stage and the penultimate choir made their way forwards. Freya couldn’t stop herself fidgeting, initially leaning forwards with her ankles crossed under her chair, then crossing her legs in front of her, then bouncing a knee or swinging her legs. Little shivers ran through her body and she couldn’t get comfortable at all. Thankfully the others in her row were restless too as final nerves set in as a concert hall usher guided them out of their seats and behind the curtain backstage ready to go on stage any minute.
Freya touched the arm of the usher as he passed. The usher turned towards her and Freya quietly asked:
‘Excuse me, could you show me to the nearest bathroom please?’
‘Sorry Mam, there’s no time for that right now, though do come and find me when you get off stage and I’ll take you then. Good luck mam. I hope you do well.’
Freya wasn’t sure wether to be angry, shocked or embarrassed. Either way she had no time at all to dwell on it as she was gently pushed by fellow choir members along the line backstage. Suddenly she heard clapping from the audience and knew she was about to be watched by over a thousand people plus cameras whilst bursting for the toilet. This wasn’t how she planned to be remembered!
Freya fidgeted from foot to foot as the host introduced the final choir. The choir were silent and standing ready for the curtain to once again open and the choir master was centre with his back to the audience. Sweat formed on Freya’s brow. How could she sing with such a full bladder? This was a disaster!
The audience clapped as the first introductory notes played and Freya pressed her thighs together grateful for someone in front of her, at least for this song. She bit her lip and concentrated on holding her bladder without showing it as she sang as well as she could under the circumstances. Her trousers felt so tight, her bladder swollen with fluids now.
A pause before the music for the second song started and the choir reformed into a new position to allow Freya to walk forwards to be centre stage. The spotlights shone down on her as she struggled with a strong urge to relax and pee. Instead she tensed everywhere she could and tried to think about her singing. She absolutely couldn’t wet herself in front of so many people regardless how badly she had to go.
The first lines were awful. Off pitch, off key and a clear sign of the stress Freya was under. She fidgeted under the lights trying to focus as her bladder raged inside her for release.
A choir member close by whispered:
“Relax Freya. You can do this.”
Freya breathed. She concentrated and forgot herself. She thought about what this meant to her, how long she had wanted this, how desperate she was to win...and she began to relax.
As she sang with her eyes fixed ahead, caught in the moment, with cameras from all angles, microphones catching every note and a thousand set of eyes on her alone, she felt a warmth between her legs.
She was leaking.
She tensed and immediately her voice box tensed and she hit another wrong note.
She relaxed again and another dribble ran into her knickers.
As Freya closed her eyes, lost in the moment, fully focussed on singing her solo, encompassed entirely by the atmosphere and the music, her body and mind fully committed to her performance, there was nothing left to fight against her swollen bladder.
Warm urine pooled into Freya’s underwear, down the inside of her legs and into her high heeled shoes. She couldn’t think about it, she had to keep on signing like everything was perfect. She couldn’t leave, or run or even cover herself. Urine ran faster and faster showing in the crotch of her trousers and forming a dark patch right down both legs.
Still Freya remained in the moment, signing for all she was worth, giving her all to the show.
By the time the song finished Freya’s body had emptied. Her battle was over. Her show was complete.
She walked off stage as if what happened was perfectly normal. The choir was silent until they reached a corridor heading back to their seats in the audience. Freya remained silent, her thoughts completely elsewhere to where her fellow singers were.
The usher caught her eye. He walked towards her looking rather emotional.
‘Wow. That has to be the most incredible solo I have ever heard. You were completely entranced in that song, utterly connected and one with the music. You radiated out there. Congratulations. Now would you like me to show you the ladies before you slip back to your row?’
Freya fidgeted again, this time with embarrassment. With her head lowered she solemnly whispered:
‘I wet myself. When I was signing. I had to relax and...’
The usher stood with his mouth agag as his eyes drifted to Freya’s soaked clothing. He froze there then a minute later shook himself back to reality.
‘Right. Well I’ll take you to the...emm...changing rooms instead shall I?’
‘Yes. But I need back quick before they announce the winner.’
As they walked towards the changing room Freya swore she heard the usher mumble under his breathe:
‘My God she’s a winner in my book that’s for sure!’ |
10 am, Friday morning. A loud alarm is blaring in a lone girls bedroom. She reluctantly reaches out from under the covers to silence the alarm, just so she can have a few more minutes of blissful rest. Before long her mom was hollering for her.
"Holly it's 15 past 10, it's time to wake up!!!"
"I'll be down in a bit!!!"
Today was going to be a very long day. Not only did Holly have Uni classes, but she also had plenty of Turf Wars that needed to be waged. She was looking to finally ascend to the fabled X rank for Splat Zones, her worst game mode.
Leaving no time to waste, Holly quickly got out of her bed and went downstairs to grab some morning grub
"Morning sweety! Sleep well?"
"Slept about as well as I could. I'm just too excited to sleep"
"So i've heard. You'll be playing to get into X rank for Zones today?"
"Yep!"
"I'll be rooting for you sweety! I remember my X rank entry game from back in the day. Just keep your head in the game, communicate with your team, and you'll be fine"
"Thanks mom! I'll be sure to make you proud"
Hollys mom was a very accomplished competitor back in her prime. Taking multiple 1st place finishes with her squad. They were at some points in their career considered unbeatable. Holly hoped to one day live up to her moms legacy with her own squad, the Squids Next Door.
After eating some homemade Schwaffles Holly went on about her usual morning routine. Taking a morning shower, brushing her beak, and getting changed into her outfit for the day. White Striped LS, Black & Pink track shorts, and Blue Moto Boots. After taking a moment to make sure her Hair Clip was properly secured she was ready to go. She put on her backpack and left for Uni.
"See you when I get back!"
"Be careful sweety!"
Upon leaving her house Holly broke out into a sprint to meetup with a special friend of hers. On her way to their meeting place she stopped by the Crust Bucket to grab a drink for the two of them. With both drinks in hand, she walked on over to their usual meeting place, a table in the heart of Inkopolis, and waited. Before long Holly could see her friend Caitlyn off in the distance. She got up from her chair to greet her with a big warm hug
"Hey girl"
"Hi Holly. How's your morning been?"
"It's been fine haha. Here, I grabbed you your favorite"
"Awww. Thank you!"
Caitlyn took the drink and the two began walking to Uni together. Caitlyn was the one friend of Hollys that's been with her from the very beginning, all the way back in the lower depths of C rank. Plenty of members have come and gone from Squids Next Door, but Caitlyn was a true OG. As they walked to Uni Caitlyn brought up the matches for the day
"So looks like at 2pm we'll be playing against Chimera in Splat Zones. If we can take a 3 of 5 set off of em we should have X rank guaranteed when the rank postings get posted on Monday"
"Chimera's tough. I'm sure we can take em"
"Only if all 4 of us bring our A game. Please don't use one of your odd secondaries, go with the regular Heavy Splatling. We could use your Splash Walls for Port Mackeral and Walleye Warehouse"
"Are those seriously the maps we're playing on? Oh my cod this is almost free"
"Don't say that Holly. Chimera is easily the most powerful team in S+. We really need to be prepared for this one if we want X rank"
"Alright, alright haha. Heavy Splatling only"
"Good"
Holly and Caitlyn continued to talk about their game plan for the matches as they waled to Uni. Both the girls finished up their drinks as they walked. After walking for a few miles they were at the Shellendorf Institute. They parted ways so they could both go to their respective class for the day. On the way to her class Holly noticed that her drink went through her at a much faster rate than normal.
"This is a bit annoying, there's no bathrooms close to the classroom"
Despite hating the idea, Holly decided to hold it through the lecture. Besides, this lecture was super important, and her professor hated tardy students. She walked into the classroom and took her seat.
Todays lesson was on the history of civil rights for Octolings, a topic that Holly took great interest in. She admired the immense determination of those early leaders that pushed for equality for Octolings. If it wasn't for their efforts, Octolings may have still been segregated from Inklings.
Throughout the lecture Holly kept getting signals from her body that she needed to find a bathroom once she was out of her class. By the time she had gotten out of her class she was starting to get very needy for a bathroom.
"Good cod that took longer than I though. What time is it?"
1:30pm
"Dammit. I barely have enough time to get to my matches"
Holly packed up her things and booked it to her match at Port Mackeral. She ran to the bus stop, got on the bus, and was dropped off at Port Mackeral with about 5 minutes to spare. When she got off the bus she was eagerly looking for the bathroom.
"I'll just go pee real quick, then curb stomp Chimera and get X rank"
As she was walking over to the bathrooms she noticed the fairly long line of Port Mackeral workers waiting to use the facilities. Port Mackeral closes at 2pm for Turf Wars, so some of the workers were taking the time to stop by the bathroom before going home. Holly was going to be late to her match if she waited through this line.
"Forget this!"
Holly walked away and looked for her team. As she was walking away her body sent her a strong warning. Holly was starting to get very full, but nothing was going to stop her from finally getting X rank. After walking a little bit further she met up with the rest of Squids Next Door. Caitlyn, Derrick, and Jenn
"Geez Holly, you really cut it close this time. We thought we were gonna have to be a team of 3 for this first match"
"As if! I aint about to leave you all on your own like that"
The team walked throught he entrance to the port and went to their designated locker room. The team loaded up, and waited to swim up to the spawn kettle. While standing in line Holly shuffled around a bit to herself to shave off her need for the bathroom. This caught Caitlyns attention.
"Holly, you good?"
"Yeah! I'm just super excited, that's all"
"Are you sure? It almost looks like you need to go to the..."
"I'M FINE!"
Before Caitlyn could say anything else the team got the green light to swim on up to the Spawn Kettle. The team changed into human form and awaited for the match to begin. Hollys legs kept shuffling around and crossing a bit while they waited for the match to start. Before long the horns blared and they were off to their positions.
Since Holly was using the Heavy Splatling she was designated as the team lead for the push. She rushed on over to the first point and quickly painted it to capture it. Derrick followed behind her with his Splattershot, while Jenn took to the left side with her Soda Slosher. Caitlyn swam up top on a cargo box and took aim with her Splatterscope. Before long Chimera also took their Zone, and started to push to take their zone. With a little bit of patience, Holly and Jenn went down the right lane and flanked Chimera at their weakest point. After taking out the team they took the second zone and started counting the clock down from 100. While standing in the enemy zone Hollys body decided to let her know about her previous issue with keeping it all in. It sent out a signal strong enough to halt Hollys movement for a moment so she could compose herself. In that exact moment Holly got taken out by Chimeras E Liter 3k user.
The rest of the battle was grueling for Holly. As the match continued on her body kept telling her she needed to find a bathroom and fast! Despite her body being overtaken by this need Holly pressed on. They won Game 1, then Game 2.
"OOOOOOOOH!"
Holly was nearing her limit. As she had taken her position in Port Mackeral for Game 3 her need was too much to ignore. When she wasn't shooting the enemy team she was holding herself to keep it all in. Holly was blushing a bright pink, and Caitlyn had taken notice of this behavior from her perch
"Holly are you sure you're okay? If you need to pee we can halt the match for that. We do still have a timeout available"
"SHUT UP AND WIN THIS MATCH!"
"Holly, i'm serious. I don't want you to pee yourself out there. Derrick and Jenn are concerned"
"I'M FINE!"
The match continued on. After what seemed like an hour Squids Next Door took the set off Chimera 3-0. By the time the team swam back to the locker room Holly was a stumbling mess.
'BATHROOOOOOOOM!"
Holly bolted for the bathroom. She didn't care about shaking Chimeras hands and saying ggs, she needed to pee NOW. She was frantic, in her rush for the bathroom she failed to notice that the one closest bathroom was occupied by a Port worker. As Holly pulled on the handle her body grew weak from holding it in for so long and let a small spurt out. Hollys hand shot down into her to keep the spurt from becoming a full blown stream.
"PLEASE! NOT NOW! I'M SO CLOSE!"
She was frantic, she could only think about where the next closest bathroom would be. The next closest bathroom was a flight of stairs above her. Holly ran for the stairs with her hands still jammed down in between her. Upon reaching the stairs she realized that this was going to be a very daunting task. She took one step at a time, making sure to keep it all in. About halfway up the stairs her body relaxed again and let another spurt out. Holly had reached her limit, and she wasn't having anymore of this. She needed to pee, and she was going to do anything she needed to do to get to a bathroom. She ran up the last bit of stairs and exited out into the hall. She made a frantic run down the hall to get to the bathroom. While running she let out yet another leak, however this one was big and strong enough to let out a little hiss as it soaked into her panties and shorts.
"I...I'm so close...Please...Just a few more steps"
Holly couldn't move. There she was, right in front of the bathroom, but there was so much pee inside of her that if she moved another inch she was going to lose it.
"Please...Please...Please...I'm not a kid, I can make it"
Holly slowly inched her way towards the door. each little bit of movement made a tiny spurt of pee escape into her clothes. She was right in front of the door.
"YES...I MADE IT..."
As she reached up to open the door her body had enough of this. Despite all of her efforts her body had given up. Her lower half relaxed and Holly knew she had lost this battle.
"NO!"
Despite giving it her all, warm pee forced its way out of her and into her clothes. There was no stopping it anymore. Her pee had been begging to escape for hours, and now it was escaping. Holly fell to her knees while gripping the door handle and preceded to full blown wet herself. Pee was getting all over her Blue Moto Boots, and onto the front of her White Stripped LS.
She didn't care. All Holly cared about was this amazing feeling of relief she was feeling. Her breathing had turned into a quiet moan as she continued to pee. Her nether region was burning from the immediate relief, hours of tiresome holding finally ending. Before long Holly was surrounded by a giant puddle of her fluids. After another minute she was finally empty.
Surrounded by a lake of pee the reality of the situation was starting to settle in. Holly, a now X ranking competitor, had wet herself right in front of the bathroom. The reality of the situation was too much for her. Blushing a bright pink, and soaking wet, she began crying to herself. How could she wet herself like this? Here she was a 19 year old Inkling, and she was peeing herself as if she was a little girl. She sat in her puddle and cried for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and do something about this. Fortunately there was a Janitors closet not too far from the accident. Holly took out a few towels and plopped them into the puddle to start cleaning up. While she waited for the towels to soak up as much as they could she entered the bathroom to look at the damages in the mirror. She was drenched. Thankfully she couldn't see much of a wet patch on her shorts, but there was still a noticeable wet patch in the black color. The front bottom of her shirt was stained a darker color from holding herself as she peed. Her panties were completely soaked. The feeling of the warm panties against her nether regions burned. Looking at all the damages was humiliating.
"Thank god no one saw this. I'm pretty sure I would've died"
Once she was done taking off her boots to empty them from pee Holly quietly exited the bathroom to finish cleaning up her accident. After making sure everything was cleaned up she discarded the used towels and began her stealth mission to get home without anyone seeing her like this. Thankfully by this time the sun had gone down, so it was dark outside. Holly could avoid walking under bright lights, and no one would see that she had wet herself.
After a long and cold walk home Holly finally made it home. Peeking through the back window she saw all the lights were turned off.
"Good, moms asleep"
Holly took off her Blue Motos and socks, and left the boots outside to air dry. She carefully entered the house, tiptoed up the stairs, and locked her bedroom door behind her. Holly placed a towel down on her computer chair and took a moment to sit down and calm down. This entire day was a lot more mentally tasking than it should've been. After a few minutes Holly took off her clothes, started a load of laundry, and took an extra long shower.
10am came around a lot faster than Holly had expected. In her pj's she went downstairs to grab some breakfast.
"Morning sweety! How was your matches yesterday?"
"We got em mom. a swift 3-0 over em"
"Congratz honey! Be sure to eat up, I made your favorite"
"Thanks mom"
As Holly ate her food her mom took out the trash. Upon coming back in her mom noticed her Blue Motos outside
"Holly, why are your Blue Motos outside? And why do they smell really bad?"
Holly dropped her fork and froze. In the heat of the moment she blurted out the first thing that came to mind
"I stepped in some really foul thing at the Port. I left em out to dry"
"Doesn't look like it helped. I'll clean them up for you, don't worry"
Holly exhaled a sigh of relief, and continued to eat her victory breakfast. She deserved it after all she had been through.
Hope you guys enjoyed my first fanfic! I welcome criticism, so if there's anything I can do better please let me know. Thanks for reading! |
Sorry, I don’t speak English very well, but really wanted to share this story.
“How could I be so caught ?!” Lara cursed herself. Her and Drake, her main rival in the current expedition, were locked in this basement more than five hours ago. Both were placed with their backs to the wall and facing each other, and chained with heavy metal shackles so that it was impossible to bring their hands together. The whole body of the girl was numb and hurt from numerous bruises and abrasions, but Croft did not suffer the most. For the past couple of hours, she suffered from severe pressure in the bladder. She needed to weaken it, it was necessary to follow the call of nature, but the bloody Aboriginals chained her to the wall, and she could not even scratch her own nose, not to lower her hands down and pull off her black denim shorts that fit her hips. All that remained was to endure and try to be distracted, but to do this became increasingly difficult.
Lara had already fallen into a similar situation before, and now the memories of this very brightly came to life before her eyes. That incident happened to a girl about two years ago. Croft was trapped in the dark labyrinth of an ancient Indian pyramid, lost in the inaccessible jungle in the valley of one of the tributaries of the Amazon River. She was hunted by a whole tribe of cannibals, whose relic - a stone figurine in the form of a vile appearance of a woman with tentacles instead of limbs - she stole. Lara hid from them for almost ten hours, and naturally during this time her body demanded to empty her bladder. She was about to follow the call of nature, perched in a small depression in the wall of one of the stone corridors, when she suddenly heard the approaching clatter of feet. The cannibals did not fall behind, continuing to follow her trail. She hoped that they would pass through the tunnel itself, and she would go unnoticed in her refuge, but of course there was no question of fulfilling the plan, because they could be attracted by the murmur of a jet. Even taking off his pants was risky, because if they notice her, Lara will have to fight and quickly run away. Therefore, she straightened up, ignoring the pain in the lower abdomen, pressed her back against the wall and began to wait. With a dozen aborigines appeared in a couple of minutes. Armed with spears and bows, they ran past Croft's refuge and, as luck would have it, stopped three meters further down the corridor where there was a fork. Loudly shouting phrases in their shameful language, they, as Lara understood, began to vigorously discuss which way the runaway was headed. At this moment, a terrible pain pierced the girl's body, and she gritted her teeth tightly, holding back a moan. And then I realized that she was beginning to urinate against her own will. It was a very strange realization that came with warmth quickly creeping over her legs and unexpected relief in her stomach. In the dancing reflections of the torches held by the natives, it was seen how the girl's gray-green, hiking pants began to darken rapidly on the inside of her hips, getting wet and harder from it. She did not even try to stop, as she understood that she would not succeed. She squeezed her legs tightly and tried to restrain the power of the stream a little so that he would not murmur. She succeeded. Warm urine, gleaming slightly in the nervously quivering light of the torches, silently flowed down its legs down to high hiking boots in which trousers were tucked into. Breaking into small trickles, urine ran through the lacing of the boots and was lost in the dark under a massive grooved sole. Lira had never felt such relief. She tolerated more than five hours, and in the end it already prevented her from not only thinking soberly, but also made it difficult to move. And now, the heat spreading through my pants brought peace and clarity of thinking. Only somewhere in the distance of her consciousness did a dull spark of shame sparkle for being described as a little girl. But in the light of all that was happening, this shame seemed inappropriate and therefore quickly faded.
In the meantime, the natives finally stopped the argument and headed for one of the tunnels. Five to six minutes later, Lara got out of her shelter, and hidden by the darkness moved along another tunnel. Wet pants of a slang interfered with movement, but not so much as to draw attention to it, especially when bloodthirsty cannibals follow the trail. An hour later, she climbed to the surface, and after another twenty minutes with pleasure jumped into a turbulent rivulet, which washed off the unpleasant smell coming from her pants and all the dirt that she carried on herself from that maze. The river cleared the girl’s conscience and very soon Croft forgot about that incident.
Forgot until today ...
Now she felt the same pressure and pain in her bladder as then in the pyramid. She would even be ready to do everything like that time, right in her pants, but the situations still were not the same. There, in the tunnels, no one saw everything that happened, and here, in front of her was Drake.
“Damn Drake” - Lara scolded her opponent again. Nathan Drake, too, was an archaeologist and tomb raider, and they were not the first to encounter when trying to get the same relic. Sometimes in these skirmishes she came out victorious, sometimes he.
Here, in the jungle of New Guinea, Lara planned to steal an incredible diamond, revered by one of the tribes. And she would have succeeded without noise and problems if Drake had not appeared. Appeared in his favorite style - with noise and shooting. As a result, both were discovered. Surrounding the tomb raiders, local natives put them to sleep with the help of poisoned darts and dragged them into this dungeon.
For the first couple of hours after waking up, they quarreled, shouting at each other, and accusing each other of their captivity. Everyone believed that everything was under control until the second appeared. But in the end, the two robber archaeologists agreed that the natives saved their lives only in order to sacrifice to their god. It only remained to wait when exactly this would happen. Time passed slowly, and with each passing hour, Lara became increasingly difficult to deal with his problem and hide it from Drake.
The sharp pain suddenly fettered her. The girl squeezed her legs tightly and bent as far as she could in this position. The new wave was stronger than before. It was necessary to do something, otherwise everything would end just like in that cave. Croft already felt that her strength was running out. She looked at Drake. He bowed his head and seemed to doze. It seems. Or maybe just relaxing. Maybe he waited and watched. And after all, there is no way to hide from his gaze, they were placed opposite each other, in a well-consecrated chamber. The wave rolled again, Lara bent again. The crotch became warm.
"Not! God no no no no Lord, don't let this happen! ”
Lara strained her whole body and froze in a bent position. Then she slowly lowered her head. The legs were tightly pressed against each other, and bent so much that only the very toes of the shoes touched the floor. On the denim of black fabric, her short quickly dried up, losing its characteristic luster, a wet spot.
"Damn it!".
Lara raised her head and looked at Drake. His position has not changed. She frantically wondered what to do when suddenly a metal rattle rang out and the door opened.
Croft froze in her strange, twisted position. Drake didn’t move either. Three Aboriginal people entered the room. One went to Lara, the other to Nathan, the latter remained at the door, clutching a crooked sword. Poking Drake on the back of the spear, the native tried to wake the man, but he did not move. Shouting something in his tongue, the native raised his head by the hair. Drake's eyes were closed, a thin stream of saliva stretched from his mouth. It seems that he fell into a coma from fatigue and serious injury. The natives shook him and, letting go, started talking loudly about something with the others.
A wave of pain swept over the girl's body again, the epicenter of which was the bladder. She squeezed again like a stretched string, and moisture shone again on her shorts, updating the spot in her crotch.
“God, how painful it is,” Lara moaned mentally, still continuing to struggle fiercely with the need of her own organism.
The next second, Drake raised his head. Taking advantage of the fact that the Aborigines were distracted, he quickly released his right hand (it seems that he had cracked his shackles on it for a long time and was just waiting for the moment, having played to someone) and grabbing a knife hanging on the belt from the Aborigine, threw it at the head of what stood at the door. The native who was closest to Nathan rushed at him, and a fight ensued. The third apparently doubted, not knowing what to do, either rushing to help a friend, or guarding Lara, who, too, might already have freed her hands and waited. Croft doubted a little less than him. She quickly realized that this might be the only chance of salvation, and they should have taken advantage at all costs. She abruptly pushed off the floor, jumped up and wrapped her legs around the neck of her jailer. His head was in the groin of a girl and his chin rested on a button on her shorts. The native tried to break free, digging his fingers into her hips. Lara tore the torso down and he fell to his knees. Clutching the hips and soul of the enemy, Croft finally lost control of her bladder. Urine fluttered between her legs. Lara saw the stream quickly spread through her black shorts. Part of it went around the aboriginal neck, tightly squeezed, as if in a vice, and urine poured down his back. Several golden jets flowed down the chest of the native. But most of the split stream swept down the seam of her shorts, from the crotch to the pockets on the buttocks, spread almost over the buttocks of the girl, who at that moment hung in the air without any support, and began to drain from her thin streams.
Killing the native, Lara thought: “did he understand what was happening?”. The natives could not help but feel how dense denim pressed against his Adam's apple began to get wet. As a stormy stream poured from the girl's crotch, running in streams over his body. Naturally, he felt all this, but did he manage to realize that this girl had just described herself directly to him, and if so, did he betray any significance to this fact? Probably not. What is the point if you die?
The aborigine's eyes rolled back, Lara felt that his body was limp, and his fingers were unclenched and his hands fell away, leaving only red marks on her legs as a reminder of herself. But the stream continued to pour. She killed a man before she finished pissing. Apparently there was too much urine in her, for too long she restrained her inside. And now, pinching a corpse between her legs, Lara Croft watched as a huge dark spot on her shorts, even darker than black denim, continues to slowly creep to the sides. The stain crawled into its fly, and almost completely covered it with itself, and on the left side it reached the edge and, having wet the side pocket, passed over the pelvic bone, having rolled on the buttock with which it was torn off by a string of golden drops multiplying a puddle spreading over the dirty floor, under the knees dead aborigine. The stream dried out unexpectedly, but the urine, soaked in her clothes, continued to flow in streams over the dead man's body and drip down from Lara's shorts. She poured everything and now felt empty. The shorts had more wet cloth than dry. There was a gigantic black spot behind and in front.
Lara looked at him as bewitched when Drake ran past, having already killed his opponent and managed to free himself from the shackles completely.
“Maybe you will let him go already, dear?” - said Nathan with his characteristic mocking intonation. - He seems to have already gone round.
Lara quickly let go of the corpse, and stood up, trying to bend so that Drake would not notice her wet clothes, although she understood that this was impossible. Lowering her legs to the ground, the girl felt droplets of urine running along her thighs, continuing to break from her shorts.
“This is a failure,” she thought bitterly, “he saw everything, and so now everyone will know that Lara Croft is a pitiful pissing girl, and that nothing will wash away this shame.”
But Drake, without even looking in that direction, quickly began to free her hands. Freeing the right, he ran to the left.
“The rest will be here soon.” I hope you are ready?
“I don't need your help,” Croft said, trying to contain the tears of resentment and humiliation.
“No matter how you thank you later,” Drake released her other hand and then the natives rushed into the room.
Both archaeologists entered the fray. Lara had never fought with such fury, taking out all her anger and resentment for what had happened on the pagans captivating her.
An hour later, Croft and Drake were already running through the jungle, and their pursuers seemed to be left behind. A road appeared ahead, and on it was an SUV left by Lara. The girl jumped into it and immediately started the engine. And only then did she realize that Drake was not around. Looking around, she saw him standing on the edge of the forest, on the other side of the road.
“Our paths diverge here, beauty,” he grinned. “I liked fighting with you, not against you.” Maybe no matter what, we repeat?
“I can throw you to the city,” Lara said, and then she recovered herself and added, “As a thank you for saving me.”
- It is tempting, but I will probably refuse. However, you remember this impulse of yours. Now you owe me twice.
- Twice? - surprised Lara.
“For removing the shackles from you, and for not telling anyone about your little embarrassment.”
In Lara’s chest, everything went cold. Then rage gurgled in her. With a sharp movement, she pulled a pistol out of a hiding place under the steering wheel and pointed it at Drake.
- Just dare! She growled.
“You won't shoot,” he said, continuing to smile. “You're not like that, Croft.”
- Would you like to check?!
“I already know that.” Do not worry, brave tomb raider, your wet secret under the lock - he showed with a gesture how to fasten his lips on an invisible zipper, and then smiled wider than before - See you again.
With these words, he turned around and hid in the forest.
For some time, Lara sat with her gun pointing to the place where no one was already and thinking about everything that had happened. Then she threw her weapon back into the next seat and looked down. The spot on the shorts was almost dry, but she still felt the moisture in her crotch. The characteristic smell of urine was also trapped in the air. But from something she did not feel any more shame. Drake saw everything, and for some reason she was even glad about it. Everything that happened today has clearly melted the ice between them. Of course, friendship is still a long way off, but maybe it was precisely today that they took the first step towards it.
With this thought, Lara pressed on the gas and rushed away along the road. |
This is my first story here, so feedback is appreciated. This is based in part on real events, and I intend on it being many parts. It may start kind of slow, but it’ll pick up.
One summer evening after my junior year of college, I wanted to throw a party. It was going to be a mix of guys and girls - some of my guy friends from high school, and a bunch of girls a year younger than I that I knew through a family friend.
I had known this family friend, Emily, for years. Our families did everything together, and we eventually had our share of sexual encounters. We told each other everything - the typical “there for each other through the best and the worst of times.” She was rather attractive, around 5’ 2” with blonde hair, blue eyes, an athletic build, and a bubbly personality. We grew somewhat apart when we went to different colleges, but we still talked. This particular summer evening, we had decided to throw a joint party at my uncle’s cabin on a lake. That’s where I had one of the most memorable nights of my life.
My friends are flakes, and none of them showed up. None. They made up various excuses, but in the end, it was me and five girls (not the worst scenario, to be sure). I had concocted a jungle juice for the ages, and we began drinking and playing games into the night. I was flirting hard with one of the girls (not Emily), and it was well reciprocated.
We had begun playing truth or dare (somewhat childish, but we were pretty drunk) when I dared her to jump into the lake. One unforeseen consequence of this was that cold water tends to sober people up, and once we were all in the lake, the girls realized that 2AM was probably bedtime (much to my chagrin). The girl who I was flirting with was originally going to sleep in my room, but sober(er) her decided it was a better idea to sleep in a different one. The bed she took was supposed to be Emily’s, so I invited her to stay in mine. Since nothing sexual had happened between us for years, we both had assumed that chapter had closed.
We got into bed, and I realized that my clothes were still damp.
“My clothes are still damp from the lake, sorry about that.”
“Well, you can just take them off,” she replied while batting her beautiful blue eyes at me. For once in my life, I came up with a witty response, probably due to the booze.
“Well, maybe you should too then.”
She smiled and we both stripped down to our underwear. I slowly moved towards her, and kissed her lips tenderly. The situation quickly escalated.
After sex, we both laid down and began talking.
“I miss knowing everything about your life, and telling you about mine,” Emily said as she nestled against my chest.
“I agree, telling you almost everything was so nice.” I realized my mistake immediately. She sat bolt upright and looked me in the eyes.
“ALMOST? What haven’t you told me?!” Of course, that one thing had been related to my fetish for girls having accidents in their pants, day or night, and wearing pull-up style underwear. I figured this was sharing too much, so I said it was “nothing.” She kept bugging me for the next twenty minutes, clearly refusing to let it go. So, drunk me reasoned that if I couldn’t tell this girl, who I knew wouldn’t tell a soul and on whom I had plenty of dirt, I couldn’t tell anyone. So, I took the plunge.
“If I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t say anything to a single soul. It would destroy me if you did,” I said with the most serious face I could muster while my heart was pounding like a runaway jackhammer.
“Have I ever told anyone anything? Besides, you know plenty about me that I wouldn’t want spread. I promise.” I stared into her expectant blue eyes, and sighed.
“I get turned on when girls wet their pants and/or wear pull-ups.”
Emily just looked at me, her eyebrow cocked. She had a small smile that began to grow.
“Huh, not what I expected you to say.” I decided to keep going further because the reaction was decent.
“Well I mean, it’s not that much of a turn on (a lie), but it’s kinda nice.” We talked about when she stopped wetting the bed normally (aged 5) and about the time I tried to hold her back from going to the bathroom (it made sense now) and how I had never seen a girl pee her pants before (she was surprised, because she says it happens a lot when girls are drunk). I then took a ballsy plunge.
“What would you think about wearing one?”
“What do you mean?”
“A pull-up. My college-aged cousin only stopped wetting the bed a few years ago and there should be some leftovers in the closet.”
She looked at me mischievously.
“Well what do I get out of it?”
“The best sex you’ve ever had,” I responded with an equal amount of mischief in my voice. Emily smirked and looked at me.
“Go get it,” she whispered. I scrambled out of the bed quicker than I ever could have expected myself to in my current state. I yanked a girls Goodnite out of the package in the back of the closet and gave it to her. She laughed while holding it.
“Never thought I’d be back in these. It’s too small!”
“I promise it’s not, just try.” I would’ve said anything to get her into those training pants. She sat down on the bed and slowly pulled it up over her hips. It fit perfectly, and she laughed some more.
“Wanna do a twirl for me?” I asked with a wink. She stood up and slowly turned around, allowing me to see the tight Goodnite hugging her butt and perfectly framing her crotch. I grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed while she giggled, and started touching her through her pull-up. She moaned, and I understood that she was getting some pleasure out of the arrangement. We proceeded to have our best sex ever.
After, I rolled over and whispered in Emily’s ear.
“If you hadn’t peed before bed we could have had even more fun in the morning.”
She rolled her eyes and said “be glad I’m going to sleep in this thing for you,” and went to bed.
I woke up first, and nudged her awake. Once Emily got a feel for her surroundings, she immediately tugged the (obviously dry) Goodnite down her legs.
“What do I do with this?”
“You could always save it for another time,” I teased. That got an eye roll, and instead she put it back into the recesses of the closet. We all left the house pretty soon after that, but in fact, the fun was just beginning. |
Here’s the next part. A little bit of a slow start again, but I think it’s important scene-setting. As you can tell from the end, it’s going to heat up.
My family is pretty close with Emily’s, so much so that we went on various vacations together. In addition to myself, my family consists of my younger sister and a younger brother, Lydia and John, while Emily has the same, Isabelle and Andy. Many people thought Isabelle was the most attractive of our group - she had the same blue eyes and blonde hair that Emily had, but was taller, at 5’ 6”, and had longer legs and a similarly athletic frame. I had no interest in Isabelle - I’d known her forever, and she was Lydia’s best friend. Besides, I had Emily. Lydia and Isabelle were only 3 years younger than me, and the boys 6 years, so we all got along pretty well.
The winter after the party at the lake house, our families went on a joint vacation to Thailand. Our families had rented two houses on an island, one down the road from the other, with the kids staying in one and the parents in another. We had also rented scooters to get around.
On one of the final days of the vacation, we decided to scooter over to the parent house in order to get together and start our day. The scooters were each for two people, and the pairings were as expected - Emily and myself, Lydia and Isabelle, and John and Andy.
We had never discussed what had happened at the lake house - as I mentioned in the last chapter, that encounter was sort of a blip on the sexual radar between us. Our relationship was back as it always had been - being open with each other and comfortable in the fact that we had told each other everything. Of course, I harbored hope that one day we could rekindle some of the excitement we had found there, because she was the only person who knew about my interests, but I knew that it would probably have to wait until the next summer. It would’ve been quite the move to bring pull-ups with me on the trip!
John and Andy led the way to the parent house, with Isabelle and Lydia in the middle and myself and Emily taking up the rear. As we pulled into the neighborhood, we had to swing a tight left turn onto the house’s street. John and Andy sped around it and out of sight. As Isabelle and Lydia began their turn, it seemed that Isabelle (who was driving) misjudged its sharpness - the scooter accelerated while it was still turning, and they were helpless as they sped into a large tree.
The girls were thrown from their scooter onto the grass at the side of the road - it looked like it happened in slow motion. I slammed on the brakes and dismounted as quickly as I could. Emily is pretty squeamish - I calmly told her to go get the parents (my mom is a doctor) as quickly as she could, so she’d avoid any blood there might be. She slowly nodded, clearly in shock, and raced away.
I scrambled over to my sister, who was sitting in the grass, dazed. Thankfully, both girls had been wearing helmets, but Lydia looked confused.
“What’s going on?” she asked. She appeared to be concussed, so I calmly brought her into some shade beneath some bushes.
“Just wait here, lay down and you’ll feel better.” I then walked over to Isabelle, who was sitting up.
Isabelle was shaking, but it didn’t look like she had many injuries. Her leg was bruised, and I saw blood coming from the front of her sneaker. She looked at me, lost.
“Just relax Isabelle, I’m gonna take your shoe off, okay? Just hold on.” I slowly started untying her shoe - she started shaking a little harder. I put one hand in the small of her back to support her as I pulled off the sneaker and sock. Thankfully, she had only lost a toenail. But the blood and the sight of the lost nail caused her to start sobbing softly, and her shaking continued. I guided her head onto my shoulder to relax her a little, which pulled the bottom of her shirt up high enough to expose the top of her dark pink lacy bikini-cut underwear.
“It’s okay - Emily went to get the parents, you’ll be okay soon.” She just kept shaking.
And that’s when I heard the hissing.
I thought that maybe the sprinklers had turned on, but I couldn’t see anything. Then, I looked over at Isabelle. Her tight, light blue denim short shorts were beginning to get dark around the crotch - the lacy underwear was providing little resistance to her involuntary flood. And it really was a flood. It seemed like her whole bladder was dumping itself into her pants. Her shorts were getting wet almost up to her waist, and pee began forming a puddle beneath her and spreading between her long, fit legs down to her knees. This carried on for at least 45 seconds - her head on my shoulder, her pee in her pants. Due to the warm air, and her shock, I don’t think she really noticed what was happening in the moment. But as the pee subsided, so did her sobs. She slowly stopped shaking, and just relaxed as we waited.
Emily arrived at that moment, by herself on our scooter. She jumped off and ran over to us.
“Oh my god, how’s my little sister doing? Is she gonna be okay? The parents should be here any second, thank you so much for-“ she cut herself off as she saw what had happened to Isabelle’s bladder. She slowly looked back up at me, and I could see fury in her eyes, which was a bit confusing.
“I swear to fucking god, if your twisted mind is getting turned on by my SISTER’s accident while she’s sitting here hurt, I’m gonna fucking kill you.” My eyes widened as Isabelle picked her head up from my shoulder and looked down at her soaked crotch, and then up at me. She didn’t seem embarrassed, or mad - just confused.
“Wait, having an accident in my pants is a turn on for you?” I just stared at Emily, my eyes narrowing and becoming dull. Hers immediately softened and widened.
“Oh my god - I am SO SO sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything, oh my god I feel so bad.” I sat there, unmoving, stewing with anger. I couldn’t believe she had said that - I was stunned in madness.
At that moment, the parents arrived and tended to the girls. They loaded Lydia into a car to be taken back to the house to lay down, and Isabelle (with her mom’s sweatshirt wrapped around her waist) went into a taxi en route to the local clinic. The rest of us boarded our scooters to go back to the kid house to have a calm afternoon of card playing and waiting for Isabelle to return. Emily made a move to board my scooter but I twisted the throttle and took off. There was no chance I was going to look at her, let alone talk to her, after that. My biggest secret, aired to a blabbering younger sister, and out in the open. The truth was, I was too far into the “zone” to get turned on by Isabelle’s accident, which made me all the more mad about the comment - it was completely unnecessary.
I avoided Emily for the rest of the day, and Isabelle soon returned in a pair of gym shorts given to her by the clinic, a conspicuous plastic bag at her side. The parents, after checking on the girls many more times, made their way back to their house after dinner, and we all went to our rooms. I was still furious with Emily, and avoided both her and Isabelle the entire evening.
As I was laying in my bed and reading, I heard a soft knock at my door. I had a hunch about who it was, and refused to answer. After a couple more knocks, the door slowly opened (damn non-locking doors) and Emily’s blue eyes peered in at me. I still refused to look. She walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, with Isabelle joining her and shutting the door. I didn’t take my eyes off of my book, but Emily started talking anyways.
“Listen, I can’t express how sorry I am for that comment. It was obviously in the heat of the moment, but I still shouldn’t have betrayed your trust. That was a terrible thing for me to do, as your friend and your confidant. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you.” Isabelle piped up after her.
“And I swear, I won’t tell anyone. I’m sorry I peed my pants in the first place, this all wouldn’t have happened without that. We’ll do anything to make this up to you.”
Finally, I looked at them. They both looked so apologetic, with their blue eyes batting and little tears at the corners of Emily’s eyes. I knew I would forgive them, but there was no way I was going to let them off this easy. The wheels started turning in my head - I quickly came up with my plan.
“You know, this is going to take a lot to repay me. This is my biggest secret, and having it out to multiple people is really nerve wracking for me.” They both nodded quickly and continued looking on, expectantly. I took a deep breath, and took a shot.
“I felt incredibly embarrassed in that moment, and there’s only one way I can think of that you will each feel that embarrassment too, all while I get a nice experience. You each, at my discretion, will have to pee your pants four times - whenever I say so. Doesn’t matter if it’s day or night, alone or in a group. AND, you each have to wear a Goodnite for 24 hours - one time each, but again, at my discretion, whether I’m with you or not. And if you refuse to do it when I say so - then three more ‘experiences’ of the one you decline will be added.”
They stared. Mouths slightly agape, clearly processing the request. I knew it was a big one - but I was going to be firm in my anger. Emily spoke first.
“Oh come on, isn’t that a bit over the top? I know you were embarrassed, but really? Five different things for each of us?” I just stared, tight-lipped and narrow-eyed. Isabelle spoke up quietly.
“Listen, this will be super embarrassing, but I get it. It’s your deepest darkest secret, and if this will make you feel better...I guess I’ll do it.” Emily looked surprised.
“Really? Even though you didn’t do anything to deserve the punishment?”
“Yeah, I mean, we’ll just be able to say we laughed too hard, or something. It’ll be quick and easier than you think.”
“And the pull-up?”
“Yeah, that’s tougher, but it’s just a day. We can get through it.” Emily sighed, and looked at me.
“Then we will be back on good terms? If we make this deal?” I finally smiled.
“Of course.” Emily looked at Isabelle once more, and then back at me.
“Okay, then you have a deal.” |
Here’s the next part! Thanks for the feedback, I appreciate all of it.
I got to cash in on my deal for the first time a couple of months later when our families went skiing together. We had rented a big house near the slopes, and since we were all relatively good at skiing we spent most of the days as a group on the mountain.
This was the first time I had seen either Emily or Isabelle since Thailand. Obviously, this also meant the first opportunity to act on the deal. We hadn’t spoken of it since, but my relationship with Emily had been back to normal - infrequent texting and widespread sharing. But I knew she had remembered - it’d be lurking in the back of her mind until one of us broached the subject.
Because I had eight opportunities to see attractive girls pee in their pants, not to mention another couple of times where they’d be wearing protection, I knew that I’d want to enforce the deal at my first chance (as I had a bounty of arrows in my quiver so to speak). I hadn’t seen or spoken to Isabelle since our trip - as Lydia’s friend (and someone younger than I), we didn’t have an ongoing dynamic outside of the family excursions. But I knew one thing - I didn’t care which girl it was, but someone was going to wet themselves. I was just waiting for the right timing.
The timing appeared even better than I could’ve hoped on the second ski day of the trip. I was riding up on a four-person chairlift with Emily, Isabelle, and Lydia. Emily was sitting on my right, with the other two girls to the right of her.
“I’m getting tired and the light is getting bad - last run?” Lydia asked the group.
“Oh come on Lydia, you know it’s bad luck to call last run!” Isabelle jokingly responded. Emily and I agreed to it - the day was about done anyway, and two days of skiing had worn on us.
I noticed Emily shift a little as she responded - this wasn’t really noticeable, but the subtle leg rub after caught my goggled eye. I had known this girl forever, and I certainly knew when she had to pee. Her most telltale sign was when she moved her shapely legs together lightly, sometimes followed by a subtle shimmy if she was standing up. The latter obviously wasn’t possible, but the former had definitely just happened.
As we reached the top, I hatched a brief plan. We unloaded from the chair, and skied over to the right side. The girls looked at me for guidance as to which trail we’d be taking.
“Let’s do Tempest - a nice blue square as a cool down.” The girls nodded and started to go, and as they did I deftly grabbed Emily’s upper arm. The other two girls just kept going - it’s almost impossible to have peripheral vision or hear any sounds over the wind and crunching of snow and ice. Besides, as the elder and better skiers, Emily and I usually were in the back.
Emily looked up at me through her lightly tinted goggles - her blue eyes fluttering as if in a breeze.
“What’s up?” She asked innocently. My goggles, on the other hand, are completely tinted, so she didn’t know I was staring as she lightly rubbed her legs together.
“I’m cashing in on one instance of our deal now.” I smiled and her mouth formed a little “O” while her eyes widened. I could see her start to panic slightly.
“Here? Right now? Oh come on, do I have to? I really don’t want to. I’ll get all cold, and uncomfortable, and clammy....” I cut her off.
“A deal’s a deal, remember? Plus, no one will notice because it’ll stay inside of your snowpants. It’ll be between you and I - I’m going easy on you the first time.” I chuckled at that. She started glancing around at the other skiers coming off of the lift.
“Right here in public? I’m not sure if I can.”
“No no, let’s ski over to those glades (a heavily wooded trail). No one will be there at this time of day.” I could see the reluctance in her face as she bit her lower lip - something she knew was a huge turn on for me. We slowly made our way into the trees, where there was no wind and it was relatively quiet. We stood facing each other, as she kept rubbing her thighs together and looking at me nervously. Finally, she sighed.
“I guess I’d better get it over with - you’re lucky I have to pee or I may not have been able to make myself go.”
“And don’t be thinking about just going a little - this has to be a full-on wetting for it to count.” She gave me a little smile - her first since I had enforced the deal.
“Oh come on, you really think I’d try and get out of it on a technicality? If I’m gonna pee in my pants, I might as well get some relief while I’m at it.” Her cheeks had a little color as she said that, but I noticed her glance down at the tent my snowpants had pitched.
She exhaled and closed her eyes. After some more squirming and a couple of lip nibbles, I began to hear a muted hissing - loud enough for someone trying hard to hear, but too quiet otherwise due to the snowpants. This went on for 30 seconds or so - clearly she had needed a bathroom break. Her white snowpants didn’t show a single drop - nobody would be the wiser.
When she was done, Emily opened her eyes and batted them at me.
“Um, I think I had a little accident.” I barked a laugh, and smiled mischievously.
“It’s ok, I’m sure it happens to lots of girls on the ski slopes.” She wiggled up to me (as close as she could while on skis) and grabbed the tentpole on my front.
“I’m sure you wish it did,” she whispered. I leaned down and gave her a brief, but passionate, kiss on the mouth. She giggled and drew away while I kept smiling.
“Maybe it does, who knows?” She laughed.
“Honestly, wouldn’t surprise me. It feels weird, like warm but also a little wet....Anyway, what’re we gonna tell everyone as to why we’re so far behind?”
“Let’s say we decided to take a glade, you fell, and we had to find your ski.” She put on a little pout.
“Why do I have to be the one who fell?” I smiled back.
“Because it has to be believable!” She laughed and started to ski to the bottom, and I followed behind.
When we got to the bottom, we took off our skis and put them on the rack. Emily walked up to me and whispered in my ear.
“I was so right - it’s getting cold now! It felt kind of nice in the moment but now it’s kind of uncomfortable and I can smell it. You’re the worst.” I smiled.
“A deal’s a deal! Don’t worry, I can’t smell it. I’m glad you enjoyed your ‘accident’ while it was warm, though.” That comment got a punch in the arm as we made our way into the lodge - Emily subtly waddling in such a way that no one would notice unless they were actively searching for it. We got to the rest of our families, and quickly relayed the falling story when asked as to where we had been.
We began taking our helmets and boots off, when Emily and Isabelle’s mom spoke up.
“So guys, we were thinking about walking into town and going straight to get food because it’s later than we thought - so no snowpants and ski jackets in the restaurant. Put on nicer clothes if you brought them, but otherwise leggings are fine.” She didn’t think this was a major request - we had done the same thing on previous ski trips.
But Emily immediately turned the color of a strawberry, and I could feel her start to breathe heavily next to me. I glanced over, and her eyes were wild and nervous. She made eye contact with me, and I was torn. I genuinely felt bad, because this was really unexpected, but also incredibly turned on and not all that sorry (because she HAD embarrassed me pretty badly back in Thailand, and showing wet pants to family would inevitably be part of the deal). I gave her my “I’m sorry” eyes and shrugged lightly before she licked her lips and attempted to calm herself.
“Do we have to mom? My snowpants are pretty nice, I don’t think it’ll be a big deal.” Her mom gave her a stern look.
“No, Emily, we need to look decent for the restaurant. Your jacket will look nice with your gray leggings!” Emily just stared at her feet. Isabelle began looking over questioningly, wondering why her normally cooperative sister wouldn’t change. By this point, everyone had gotten ready except for Emily. Her mom was beginning to get annoyed.
“Come on Emily, what’s the hold up? Let’s go!” Emily spoke quietly.
“Can you come here for a second? I have to tell you something.” Her mom was busy though - everyone was. We were all packing up while Emily just sat there.
“No, hun, we’re packing. Just tell me from there.” Emily sighed, looked at me sadly, and spoke up.
“When I fell on our way down, I sorta had an accident in my pants.” Everyone stopped moving and stared at Emily. Pretty college girls weren’t supposed to pee their pants, so the stunned silence wasn’t exactly surprising. Isabelle made eye contact with me and raised an eyebrow - I think she knew it was me because Emily hadn’t had any accidents in the recent past that we knew of. I gave a little nod, and she rolled her eyes slightly. Isabelle went and sat next to the crestfallen Emily.
“It’s ok, Em, it could’ve happened to anyone, even me or him,” punctuated by a pronounced point at me. Emily sniffled.
“Don’t worry honey, we can go home and change if you want. But we’re all family here - can you do me a favor and lower your snowpants so we can see if it’s that bad? If it’s not I can give you a sweatshirt to tie around your waist.” Emily’s eyes widened.
“MOM?! Seriously?” Her mom softly rubbed Emily’s shoulder.
“Hun, there’s no one left except for our family and theirs, and no one will judge you. Come on, it’ll be quick.” Emily huffed and stood up.
“Ugh, if this will get you off of my back,” and yanked down her snowpants.
Soaked was the first word to come to mind. The gray leggings were still drenched, especially from my rear view, where the dark gray started about a quarter of the way up her round butt and continued in two long streaks down her legs to the back of her knees. The tightness of the leggings clearly kept the pee inside - it had spread across the entire width of her butt and began to show the outline of the soft lace of her underwear. As she spun around to pull her snowpants back up, I caught a glimpse of an equally soaked crotch and front. We made brief eye contact - hers were a blend of anger and “happy now?”, while mine were stunned and turned on. Her mom stuttered as she saw the mass of the wetness.
“Ok Em, we’ll go home first. Is that okay everyone?” We all nodded, and headed out. Emily grabbed my arm as I walked past.
“Thank god it was just our families, you’re the worst.” I smirked back.
“Don’t get too comfortable in that - it won’t be like that every time.” Her eyes widened and I gave her a brief hug. She hesitated, and then hugged me back. There was an understanding - a deal’s a deal.
As I walked back, watching Emily waddle in front of me, Isabelle came up next to me and whispered in my ear.
“Is this as bad as this deal is gonna be? That was pretty embarrassing.” I smiled at her bright blue eyes and chuckled.
“You know it can get worse,” I said, and walked after the shimmying Emily. |
Work has gotten a little crazy recently, but I’ve got plenty of parts planned so they may come out a little slower but I still plan on releasing them. Thanks for all of the positive feedback - here’s the next one!
After I graduated from college, a bunch of families went out to dinner to celebrate. We reserved a big room at a restaurant a few towns away, which was needed since the invite list had no less than 30-40 people on it. Of course, Emily and her family were coming, and when I was looking over the list before we left for dinner it occurred to me that I should give myself a little grad present through my deal.
I had refrained from using any more of the deal during our ski trip, because I wanted it to be spread out enough where I could milk the enjoyment. Emily and Isabelle seemed to appreciate it - this made Emily’s “accident” on the ski slopes seem like a one-time thing. I knew I wouldn’t always decide to wait until the next occasion - I wanted to see how people reacted to one (or two) attractive girls peeing their pants multiple times during a week. But for now, I would certainly enjoy the very public one-off wettings that I was experiencing.
When my family got to the restaurant, we waited outside for everyone else to join. One family arrived before Emily and Isabelle’s, friends of my brothers’, and then they got there. Another family arrived at the same time as Emily’s - we had also known them forever, and they had three boys and one girl (who was Emily’s best friend since childhood).
Everyone sidled up to me to give their congratulations’, the typical party line, and then retreated into their social circles. I noticed that Emily’s friend was walking a little funny, and she seemed to be very keen on pulling her dress down even though she was wearing tights. Her eyes were also darting around nervously - it was odd behavior to be sure, but I filed it into the back of my mind for later.
Emily and her friend were talking in one corner, and Isabelle and Lydia in another. Once again, I had no preference as to who I would cash in my deal with, and when Lydia broke off to go to the bathroom I seized my chance. I walked up to Isabelle and we both smiled, but she didn’t understand what was about to happen.
“So, I’m cashing in on our deal for the first time. You have to pee your pants during dinner.” Isabelle’s face changed to a mixture of surprise and nerves.
“What?! But there are so many people that we know here! Plus, Emily didn’t have to wet herself in front of everyone - you couldn’t even see it on her pants! Look at what I’m wearing! It’s not like I brought spare clothes to dinner.” This gave me the opportunity to imagine Isabelle after peeing in her pants (not a bad image at all). She was wearing tight, light denim jeans with tiny rips on the thighs for style. This went nicely with her sea foam green shirt and her bright blue eyes.
“At least you’re wearing sandals, and maybe you should start bringing spare clothes to places, based on Thailand” I half-joked.
“A deal’s a deal, you remember that.” She still looked nervous.
“But how am I supposed to do it subtly during dinner? Like, I have to be sitting there?”
“Yup, you have to be at the table, in your seat. And remember - no little wettings. You have to completely pee your pants for it count.”
“I know, I know, I’m not a dealbreaker. Ok, maybe when someone tells a joke really loudly I’ll laugh and focus on wetting myself and hopefully it happens. I’m gonna have to drink a lot of water though to be able to do it.” I smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Lydia came back at that moment, and Isabelle pretended to be talking to me about school. Soon after, we were called into our room and the fun was really about to begin.
I made sure to get a seat near Isabelle so I could enjoy the show. I ended up sitting directly across from her - she was sitting between Lydia and another of their friends from home, Eliza. Isabelle and I made eye contact - her nerves had subsided some, which was good.
As we waited to order appetizers, Isabelle had already drank a full cup of water and the waiter was refilling it (before anyone else’s). The table was full of conversation- everyone was chatting and filling the room with white noise. We ordered apps (and Isabelle got more water), and continued to talk. I kept one eye on Isabelle the whole time - since I didn’t know when she would begin wetting her pants, I had to stay diligent. Finally, the apps arrived.
By this point, people were beginning to settle in (and those of us over 21 were beginning to feel a little liqueured up). The jokes were flowing, and the laughter was beginning to reach that contagious state where everything is funny. I glanced at Isabelle - she had had multiple glasses of water, and seemed to be squirming just a bit as she laughed. I could tell it was coming soon, and my excitement was rising.
Finally, Lydia made a joke (about what, I’ll never know), and the whole room burst into an uproar. It was perfect timing for Isabelle, as Lydia was sitting next to her and her laughter at her own joke would cover up any noise. Isabelle closed her eyes, and I knew it was the moment.
The “accident” was completely silent. Because of the laughter, I (and I’m sure everyone else) couldn’t hear anything. The only sign that it was happening was the redness in Isabelle’s cheeks and her complete stillness as she emptied her bladder into her tight jeans. As the cackles died down, I could begin to hear some hissing as all of the water continued to make its way into Isabelle’s underwear, and further on into her pants and onto the floor. Finally, 20 seconds after the laughing had stopped, so did the hissing. Isabelle was very flushed, and seemingly out of breath, but looked me in the eyes and raised an eyebrow. I responded with a nod - but I knew the next part would be the most interesting.
I was waiting for someone to notice Isabelle’s predicament, because I knew she definitely wouldn’t announce it (I’m sure she was hoping it would dry, of which I knew there was zero chance). Finally, the waiter came over to refill Eliza’s water and noticed the puddle beneath Isabelle’s chair.
“Oh, did someone spill? Let me grab the mop quickly.” Eliza looked over at the puddle and noticed the glistening on Isabelle’s taught upper thighs. She quickly looked at Isabelle, her mouth an “O” in surprise.
“Oh my god, Isabelle, did you pee your pants?!?” At that, Lydia looked over too.
“Oh my god, you totally did!! What happened?!” Isabelle was turning very red, but also laughing it off a little.
“It was your stupid joke, Lydia! I’ve been drinking a lot of water, and I guess I just couldn’t hold it.” Everyone was starting to look over now, and Isabelle’s mom reached across the table and squeezed her daughter’s hand.
“It’s okay hun, these things happen.” She then looked at the whole table.
“Does anyone have any extra pants with them? Isabelle had a little accident in her pants while she was laughing.” The whole table began excitedly murmuring, and Isabelle’s face turned into a tomato. She didn’t say anything though, but just looked into her soaked lap.
“I’ve got some! They’re Jasmine’s, but they should fit fine. Unfortunately, we don’t have any spare underwear.” It was Emily’s friend’s (Jasmine’s) mom who spoke up, and I glanced over at Emily and Jasmine. Jasmine looked incredibly embarrassed for some reason, and Emily looked sympathetic towards her sister. She got up and walked over to her.
“I’ll help you Iz, let me go grab the pants.” She hurried out to the car, while the mumbling continued. It was a blend of “wow, I can’t believe she had an accident” and “it’s just like the time you/I....” and “that really sucks, wouldn’t want to be her.” Emily came back in with the dark jeans, and Isabelle got up to walk to the bathroom with her.
Of course, everyone looked up to see the damage. Isabelle’s thighs were covered in liquid that had escaped through the rips in her jeans, and the rest of her front was a patchy, dark blue. Since she was sitting down, the back of her jeans were what was most affected. Isabelle had truly soaked her pants - her tight butt was completely drenched, as was the bottom hem of her shirt (turning it slightly see-through), making her panty-line very visible. The backs of her thighs were wrinkled with how much liquid they had been sitting in - I thought about how long it might take for the smell to come out. Most of the pee had gotten on the floor, and the puddle stretched multiple feet on either side of her chair. Isabelle had a (admittedly, kind of hot) waddle as she walked to the bathroom, and anyone in the restaurant could tell that she had peed herself.
The waiter came back with his mop, and quickly cleaned up the puddle. The food came out, and right after it, so did Isabelle. The jeans certainly did fit her just fine, and she carried a little takeout plastic bag with her (I guessed the waiter had given it to her). When she sat down, Eliza gave her a little elbow to the ribs.
“Next time, maybe you shouldn’t drink so much before hanging out with friends.” They all laughed.
That’s when my Apple Watch buzzed, and I glanced down to see a text from Emily.
“She told me it was part of the deal. Is that true?” I punched a little button that said “Yes.”
“Well, I guess thanks for making mine less public, but I have a hunch it won’t always be like that.” I looked up at Emily, made eye contact, and smiled. |
Here’s the next part - I appreciate all of the feedback and comments. I have most of the next few sections planned, but I think they are beginning to naturally pivot in the direction most of you look for. This section is a little fast-moving, but sets up lots of future parts as well. As always, keep up the responses!
My family throws a party every year for the 4th of July at my uncle’s lake cabin (yes, the one from the first chapter). It’s a pretty fun time - we play lawn games, go out on the boat, and know how to party when it gets late. The nice thing about his house is that, while it’s not too big, it can sleep a lot of people because he’s shoved twin beds into every open space in addition to the three small bedrooms. This lets us invite as many people as we want, turning the party into a slightly notorious affair. This was important, because otherwise it would be tough to convince too many people to make the three hour drive through deep backcountry to get there. But it was always worth it.
Emily and her family are always some of the first to arrive, because they help my parents and aunt and uncle set up. This year, it was the morning of the 4th and I was outside playing cornhole on the front lawn with my siblings and my cousin. I saw her family’s car descending the long hill into our small road, and it pulled up in the driveway next to us. Emily was the first to jump out, opening the passenger side door and running directly into the house with her duffel bag over her shoulder. I was a little surprised - I expected her to say hi when she got there. Instead she was almost out of the car before it had stopped moving.
Isabelle and Andy got out of the car at a more reasonable speed, and walked over to us as their mom brought some bags inside.
“What’s up guys? Ready for a crazyyyyy time?” Isabelle asked us. I laughed and took my turn in the game before looking back at them.
“I mean, obviously, it’s the 4th! Where did Emily go in such a hurry without saying hi?!” I asked in a jokingly-annoyed way. Isabelle immediately grew red in the face and started stuttering a little.
“Um I’m not sure, maybe she just wanted to put her stuff down?” She said quickly. Andy looked at Isabelle with a confused look, and turned back to us.
“What? Isabelle, you know why she ran in so quickly! So apparently, guys (addressing us once again), Emily drank coffee before we got in the car because it’s such a long trip, and then she got more when we went through the drive-through. She was whining so much about having to pee like, only two hours in but you know there’s absolutely no place to stop. So she totally peed her pants!! It was crazy - mom was so annoyed and was asking the girls if they needed to go to the doctor because they’ve been having so many accidents lately.” The last piece got a punch in the arm from Isabelle.
Once I heard the story I understood why Isabelle didn’t want to tell me - I also understood why I hadn’t seen anything. Emily had been wearing white jean shorts that wouldn’t show too much wetness unless I had been up close.
“Please don’t ask her about it, ok? She’s so embarrassed and mom made her clean it up in the car with her lake towel.” Isabelle was talking to all of us as she said this, but clearly it was mostly directed at me. I just smiled and rolled my eyes - I knew I’d have to ask Emily about it later.
I offered Andy my spot in the game, so he could play with John, and I went inside to grab us some drinks (drinking starts early on the 4th). As I was walking out, Emily came out of the bathroom wearing a short sundress - clearly not what she had been wearing when she got to the house.
“So I heard about your exciting car ride,” I smiled and said. She sighed deeply.
“I have no idea what happened, I guess I just mistimed my coffees. Mom is actually concerned - she thinks there might be something wrong with Isabelle and I. Even though we’ve only had REAL accidents once, but obviously she doesn’t know that. Now we’ve got to be super careful around her.”
“It’s crazy - aside from Isabelle in Thailand, I still haven’t see a real accident.” This lightened the mood a bit as she raised her eyebrows.
“I forgot about that - that’s just odd, it’s hard to believe. But I’m suuuuure they’ll come along. One of my friends has been having a few accidents lately - it happens.”
“Wait, who?!” I pried.
“Oh come on, noooo way I’m telling YOU.” With that, we laughed a little and headed back out to the games.
A few hours (and drinks) later, the party was rocking. Everyone was outside and it was a beautiful day. Lydia and her friends were especially having fun - college underclassmen always seem to drink the most at these things. That included Lydia, Isabelle, and Sophia, my cousin, along with all of Lydia’s other friends at the party. I had my group as well, but we were a little more experienced in drinking so we were able to handle ourselves.
I was walking over to grab some more food before the cornhole tournament when I ran into Emily. She seemed to be having a good time with her little squad, and she was loading up on drinks for the whole group when we bumped into each other.
“How’s it goin? Your family always knows how to throw a July 4th party.” I laughed as I started making a plate.
“Ha, if there’s one thing we know, it’s parties!” I then had, in my opinion, a bright idea. I wanted to test and see just how concerned Emily’s mom was with all of these “accidents.”
“So, I’m thinking we should make your experience even more fun! You have to pee your pants when you’re playing cornhole.” She just stared at me, barked a laugh, and shook her head.
“You can’t be serious? I told you this morning that Isabelle and I have to be super careful now or my mom will actually think something is wrong with us. I can’t.”
“If you don’t, don’t forget that three more experiences get added to the deal.” She seemed to weigh these options for a moment, her blue eyes staring up at the equally hued sky before looking back at me.
“I know I know, but I can’t do it right after my, um, thing this morning. I’ll take the additions.” I decided to push my luck.
“Ok, no problem. Then I’m cashing in on the pull-up part of the deal - you know we have some inside.” I said with a smirk.
“No way! Have you seen this dress?!” I had definitely seen the dress. She’d probably flash some people, which could be kinda interesting.
“So is that a no on that one too? Are you sure you want three more of those?” She punched me in the shoulder.
“You’re terrible! But there’s no way I’m wearing a pull-up under this dress, so fine, I’ll take the extra.” I smiled. This was exactly what I had expected (and hoped for), because it gave me an even longer deal duration. As she was walking back to the games, she looked at me over her shoulder.
“Besides, with the amount of drinking that’s going on today, you may get to see an actual accident.” That was definitely interesting - did she know it would happen to someone in particular, or was it just a random comment made to appease me? I brushed it off as speculation and went back to the tournament.
The party went late into the night, as expected. The drinks seemed unlimited, and the lawn games had devolved into beer pong and other drinking activities. Once the adults had either left or gone to bed, it got especially rowdy. I was having a great time with my friends, and the views of drunk girls dancing weren’t so bad either.
Finally, at some point late into the night, people started to crash. Lydia and her friends went to bed first - they had started a little early and thus had crashed a bit sooner as well. As one of the hosts (Sophia would’ve been considered the real host, since it was her house, but she was pretty drunk), I had to stay awake until everyone else had passed out, in order to make sure everything was shut down properly.
Not long after Lydia, Isabelle, and their squad had stumbled to bed, Emily and hers went upstairs as well. As the always-helpful type, Emily came back downstairs once she had shown her friends where to sleep. At this point, it was pretty much the two of us left as I had just directed my group downstairs to our beds and air mattresses.
“I think that was the best yet - well done!” she said. I laughed as I finished my drink.
“It definitely was a top-three finisher. I’ll walk upstairs with you, I gotta brush my teeth.” As we got to the top of the stairs, Emily ducked into the room she’d be sleeping in to grab her toothbrush.
“Geez, there are like 15 girls in there all totally dead. Lydia and Isabelle really did a number on their friends,” she whispered.
“Oh come on, you remember being an underclassman - it’s the beauty of being an inexperienced drinker.” We both chuckled and opened the bathroom door to brush our teeth.
What we saw was definitely a little surprising. The bathroom wasn’t empty. Sophia was in there brushing her teeth, but clearly was too drunk to have remembered to secure the lock on the door. She swayed slightly as she stood, her pajama shorts off to the side. The most surprising part, however, was her underwear. It wasn’t actually underwear at all - she was wearing one of her (what I had thought were old) Goodnites! While I clearly enjoy the idea of girls wearing pull-ups, my cousin was obviously not a turn on to me and I felt incredibly awkward for walking in on her. When she heard the door open, she turned and saw Emily and I. Her eyes grew wide and the toothbrush fell out of her hand into the sink.
“Oh my god!! I must’ve forgotten to lock the door, I’m so embarrassed!” Emily and I just wanted the moment to end, but Sophia kept rambling.
“I promise I stopped wetting the bed in high school, but I sometimes wear these when I’m up here and I’m drunk because I’ve accidentally wet the bed a couple of times in college after drinking and I really don’t want that to happen at my parents house because if I wet the bed again and they find out I’ll have to go back into pull-ups and I can’t be known as a bedwetter in college! Please don’t say anything to anyone, I don’t want people to think I’m a baby.” I just nodded.
“Of course not.” She quickly put her shorts back on and ran out of the bathroom (as quickly as she could while wearing padded underwear). Emily slowly looked at me.
“I really, really hope you’re not turned on by that. She’s a super pretty girl, and she was wearing Goodnites, but she’s your cousin!” I gestured down at my shorts.
“Does it look like I’m turned on? That moment made me nauseous more than anything.” She laughed.
“Poor girl, but smart of her to take precautions I guess.” We quickly pivoted back to brushing our teeth and avoided the discussion before parting ways for the night. I checked my phone before passing out - 1AM really wasn’t that late, but I was exhausted.
I was shocked out of my slumber and was incredibly disoriented. Once I realized where I was, my uncle’s basement with my friends on July 5th, I tried to figure out why I woke up. That’s when I saw Emily crouched next to me.
“Come upstairs quickly, I wanna show you something.” She whispered. I groaned and checked my phone - 3AM.
“Oh come on, seriously?” She nodded really quickly, so I begrudgingly got out of my bed and we tiptoed up to the main floor, where we could speak at normal volumes.
“What was worth waking me up for at 3AM? Is everything okay?” She nodded.
“Yeah everything’s fine - this is more of a me being nice to you sort of thing.” Now I was confused, but she started walking before I could ask. She had left her door ajar before coming to get me, and I could see the shadowy outlines of the limbs of the girls that were piled into the room. I followed her to the door before she turned to me.
“Don’t say anything inside - I don’t want to wake anyone up - we can come back out quickly afterwards.” Now I was seriously confused. She wasn’t being sexy or teasing, so I knew that this had nothing to do with any of that, but I couldn’t figure it out.
She led me into the room, stepping over girls laying every which way on mattresses, before getting into the far corner. Here, Lydia, their friend Audrey (a leggy brunette), Sophia, and Isabelle were crammed onto two twin mattresses pushed together on the floor. Lydia and Sophia were curled up in one corner, the waistband of Sophia’s Goodnite barely peeking out above her shorts, while Audrey and Isabelle were more spread out on the other side. Emily brought me closer to those two, and pointed.
My eyes had to adjust to the darkness before seeing what she was pointing at, but eventually I saw it. Isabelle’s shorts were drenched, as she had clearly wet - no, soaked - the bed. The puddle had crept up her shirt, almost to her chest, and had spread until it touched the side of Audrey’s purple cotton underwear (she had gone to sleep with no pants on). Isabelle was clearly too drunk to notice - she was passed out. Emily grabbed my hand and brought me back out of the room.
“So, was the aftermath of an accident worth the wake-up?” She grinned.
“Ha, while I hate being woken up it was definitely appreciated. But why all of a sudden do you not care if I see your sister’s accidents?” She looked at her feet briefly before making eye contact again.
“To be honest, at this point there’s almost like an unspoken competition between us. Neither wants to be the focus of mom’s concern, so the more accidents the other one has, the better. I figured it wouldn’t do any harm to show you - plus I have a witness now in case she cleans it up. But with how much she peed I doubt that’s happening.”
“I doubt it too. Let me know how it goes down in the morning - that’s gonna be something else in such a packed room.”
“Ooooohh yeah, I’ll definitely let you know.” With that, she went back into the room and shut the door. |
I know it’s been awhile - the year has gotten crazy for me as I’m sure it has for many of you as well. Here’s the next installment - since it’s been so long, if people don’t want to see more I’ll end it as is and move on to other stories. Otherwise, I have more chapter ideas waiting (and I may write some other content at the same time).
Later that summer, we all went down to the beach to stay at a house. Emily’s mom rented it every year, and had invited us to stay the whole week. It wasn’t too far from where we all lived full-time, which meant lots of friends filtered in and out.
When everyone had slowly woken up on July 5th, Isabelle tried to sneak to the laundry room and drop her wet sheets before anyone noticed they were hers. Emily had guessed that she’d tried to hide her accident, so she had strategically woken up a little early and was sitting in the kitchen and talking to some of the moms and I when Isabelle tiptoed down the stairs. When she saw everyone chatting over coffee, she quickly (but quietly) tried to turn around before being noticed, but Emily made sure to say something.
“Hey Iz! Welcome to the land of the living! How’d ya sleep?” At that, the moms turned around and saw a fire-faced Isabelle holding a big ball of sheets. She seemed frozen to the spot and no noise came from her slightly agape mouth. My mom noticed the sheets and was confused.
“Everything all good with your bed? You don’t have to strip it now, I can do it later!” Isabelle still hadn’t moved - now everyone knew which sheets were hers and it would be obvious that she’d peed in her sleep. Finally, she showed a little smile and thanked my mom before turning around to climb the stairs again. But, it seemed Emily had been waiting for this moment.
“Iz, is your butt wet?” Isabelle whirled around so that her butt was no longer facing the kitchen, but the damage had been done. Her mom slowly stood.
“Honey, did you have an accident in your sleep?” Isabelle just looked down at the bundle in her arms and sniffled, which made it abundantly clear what had happened. At that moment, Audrey was coming downstairs for coffee.
“Hell yeah she did, and she even peed on me a little.” Isabelle’s mom went up to her daughter who still stood damply on the stairs.
“Here, let me take these and wash them. You go get in the shower and change.” Isabelle seemingly was reluctant to hand over the sheets but finally did after a few seconds. Clearly she was trying to hide her very wet shorts and shirt, but once her cover was gone she sprinted upstairs and disappeared into the bathroom. Her mom apologized to mine, who waved it off.
“I’m gonna have to take them to the doctor’s - I have no clue what’s going on, but this cannot keep happening.” Then her mom turned to Emily.
“Em, make sure you go to the bathroom before we leave. And stop drinking coffee, we can’t have you having an accident both ways now.” Emily turned a little red, hoping to hide her unfortunate car ride from the other moms.
“Gawd mom, I’m not 5! I can handle myself.” But even so, she hopped up and walked to the bathroom. Her mom turned to mine and sighed.
Back in the present, in the beach house, I had come up with a plan. Since Emily had taken extra opportunities for me to make her pee her pants and wear Goodnites, I wanted to similarly extend the deal with Isabelle. When I put my plan in motion, it was early in the week, and my cousins and a handful of Emily and Isabelle’s friends had come to visit for a day or two. Emily was already down at the beach, and I approached Isabelle as she was filling her water bottle in the kitchen.
“So, ready for the next part of the deal?” She turned to me, eyes wide.
“Oh come on, please no!” I chuckled and shook my head.
“Nope, a deal’s a deal. You’ve gotta wear a Goodnite for 24 hours.” Her eyes somehow got even wider.
“No way! We’re going to the beach! That would look so weird and obvious beneath a bathing suit, literally no possible way I’m doing that. Can I wear it for the times we’re not at the beach?” Part 1 was a success, I thought to myself. Although I liked how she tried to bargain with me.
“Nope, it has to be 24 hours. So you’re gonna take another three of those?” She rolled her eyes.
“Apparently I have to! But, if I had agreed, where would you even get - oh, right, almost forgot.” She remembered that we had some in the house. When my mom and aunt had gone upstairs on July 5th to investigate the damage to Isabelle’s mattress, they encountered a sleeping Sophia with the waistband of her pull-ups riding up. Surprised and annoyed, my aunt woke Sophia up and questioned her, but my cousin’s case wasn’t helped by the clearly used puffiness between her legs. As punishment, Sophia had to wear pull-ups to bed for the rest of the summer and therefore had some at the beach house with her.
“Ok Isabelle, then you have to pee your pants when we’re playing cards later.” She groaned and took a sip of water.
“Nope, can’t do it.” I waited for more explanation but she didn’t give it.
“Why not? You really want three more of those too?” She looked around hurriedly before coming closer. I could smell the perfume she had sprayed despite the fact that we were going down to the beach. She spoke under her breath.
“It would be really hard for me or Emily to wet ourselves this vacation - Mom said that if we do it again, she’s putting us in....Depends! For a full week!” I raised my eyebrows - this was quite the development. She withdrew and went back to packing her beach bag.
“Interesting, well then you better be careful with what you drink, huh?” She gave me a jokingly dark glance and we headed down to the beach.
Later that night, we started playing the card game we’d mentioned earlier. Of course, it had major drinking components but we played that lightly until the parents had gone to bed. My aunt had pulled Sophia aside quickly before heading upstairs and had received an annoyed and hushed “I know, Mom!” for her efforts.
The group was pretty big, consisting of my family, Emily’s family, Lydia’s friends Eliza, Audrey, and Claire, Sophia, and Emily’s friends Jasmine and Kelly. Kelly and I had had some history, and by the looks I was getting I sensed it could continue tonight. So I was a little preoccupied when I suddenly heard an odd conversation playing out.
“If you make me drink that, I’ll slap you in the face.” Andy was talking to Isabelle, as she was trying to make her very underage brother even more drunk than he was.
“For my drink, I choose....Andy!” And without a second of pause, Andy slapped Isabelle in the face, the sound ringing out across the living room. Isabelle was clearly not expecting it and looked stunned. The whole sequence of events caused us all to collapse in laughter. Which, naturally due to the alcohol and environment of the evening, quickly led to what sounded like a small faucet. Everyone was too busy laughing to know who it was but when they heard that we all laughed even harder.
After we had all calmed down, I looked around. Emily and Isabelle were staring at each other, trying to figure out if one of them was going to be in Depends for the rest of the vacation. Jasmine and Sophia looked slightly blushed, which could’ve been from the laughter, and Lydia and her friends were still residually chuckling and gasping for air. I noticed Kelly looking at me seductively, and I gave her a little squeeze on the thigh while glancing at her (dry) crotch.
Finally, after Emily and Isabelle had figured out neither was at fault this time, Emily spoke up.
“So, who was it?” Audrey raised her hand.
“Yeah yeah it was me. I definitely need to change.” Eliza looked at her and laughed.
“Damn Audrey, this always happens to you! Although I should pee now, before I join the washing machine club.” They both walked upstairs, one with tightly crossed legs under a short skirt and the other with long, dripping light-colored jeans. Kelly turned to me and whispered.
“I gotta pee too, I’ll be right back after Eliza’s done.” I smirked back.
“Sounds good, at least you haven’t already gone in your pants.” Kelly chuckled.
“I know right! Gotta say though, I would’ve bet good money it was Jasmine. She’s been peeing her pants so much lately!” I raised an eyebrow and she looked surprised.
“What, you didn’t know? Yeah, beginning towards the end of the school year she just started having accidents in her underwear. Nobody knows why, including her, but now she brings spare pants everywhere like a kindergartner. Plus, when they’re going out, I hear her mom makes her wear diapers! Like, the pull-up kind.” It all made sense now. The time Isabelle had peed herself (at my demand), Jasmine had had extra pants and wouldn’t stop fidgeting with the bottom of her dress. I glanced over to where she and Emily were whispering. Her crotch seemed dry, but was she wearing protection? I had no way of finding out, but I was definitely going to ask Emily later.
Eliza and Audrey came back to the game, one with new sleep shorts. Eliza sat down, relieved.
“Damn that was a funny slap - if leaks counted I would be in trouble!” We laughed at that seemingly harmless comment, and Kelly hopped up to go to the bathroom. As I watched her figure shuffle away, I thought back to what Isabelle had said earlier. Maybe my pull-up threat wasn’t the worst one after all. |
Here’s the next chapter - I have a few more I’m working on but may also start another story at the same time.
After the game had wrapped up, everyone began to make their way to bed. I had (pretty easily) convinced Kelly to stay in my room that night instead of with Emily and Jasmine, so I knew my evening was not yet done. But there were a couple of things I wanted to ask Emily before I went to my room for the night, so as we were going upstairs I tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she wanted to chat on the deck. She raised an eyebrow but agreed that we’d meet in 20 minutes, once everyone had gone to bed.
I told Kelly I had to talk with a friend from home on the phone, and slipped out into the warm night. Emily was close behind. We sat on the edge of the deck, our legs dangling over the sand.
“What’s up? Why the chat request? I know you have Kelly waiting up for a funnnn night.”
I laughed shortly. “Oh my night isn’t even close to over. Something Isabelle said earlier surprised me and I just wanted to ask you about it.”
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
“She had mentioned that if you or her wet your pants again, your mom is gonna make you wear Depends for a week.” Emily turned a little red in the poor lighting and looked at her hanging feet. After a moment, she responded.
“Yeah, it’s true. She’s really confused and annoyed that girls our age are all of a sudden having accidents with this kind of regularity. She says it’s an embarrassment for her and for us.” Emily still hadn’t looked up from her feet.
“So, what does that mean for our deal?” I probed lightly. She looked up at the stars, considering the question.
“I hadn’t thought about that at all. I mean, it’s gonna be tough to carry out.”
“Yes, tough, but you can’t just bail on the deal. I have an idea.” Finally, she looked at me, waiting for me to speak further.
“I know you’re gonna hate this, but hear me out. Whenever you pee your pants again, probably at my request, you’re gonna have to wear Depends. You might as well do it when you’re at a remote beach house surrounded by friends and family and not when you’re going back to school, because you know your mom will find a way to make sure this punishment continues then.” It slowly dawned on her what I was saying and she raised an eyebrow.
“Wait, are you enforcing part of the deal now? I am not wearing Depends for the rest of vacation!” I held out my hands in a steadying motion.
“Hear me out. What if you peed in your bed? That way, it would look like the alcohol just got to you and not really your fault. Listen, the way I see it you’re gonna have to wear these things at some point in order to hold up the deal. You might as well do it when there’s the least amount of embarrassment, which is this week.”
“So what, I just lay there and pee?” I nodded. She considered the logic, looking back at her feet, and returned eye contact. She sighed.
“I can not BELIEVE I’m saying this, maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you have a decent point. Mom’s not cruel, I know she won’t make me wear it when I’m in my bathing suit. But I don’t wanna be the only one in a friggin diaper!! What about Isabelle?” I hadn’t thought about that. I was shocked that she had agreed to my plan, but quickly tried to think. Surprisingly, she spoke first.
“Hold up. We all drank a ton during that game, right? And we know what happened last time Isabelle drank a lot. What if we pulled the hand in hot water trick, which I’ve heard works on drunk people, and make her wet the bed? It wouldn’t count towards your deal because she wouldn’t know it was us, and she’ll also be in Depends!” I considered this and couldn’t see any possible downsides, really.
“Ok, but who’s gonna do the trick?” She smirked.
“Oh, I’ll let you do the honors.” At that I laughed and we started to get up.
“Take a look at these pajamas and use your imagination, because I doubt you’ll get to see them wet in the morning.” She smiled wickedly and did a little twirl. I grabbed her waist and stopped her.
“Oh I’ll be okay. This is gonna be a plenty visually entertaining week.” She shuddered and we went back upstairs.
Deep into the night, I slowly crawled out of bed. Kelly fell asleep quickly, which was a huge break. I crept soundlessly into the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bowl from a cabinet. The entire house was completely motionless. I zipped up the stairs on the balls of my feet and slid into the bathroom. After testing the water for a few minutes, I had my instrument in hand.
As I padded down the hall and towards the bedrooms, I paused outside of Emily’s. Briefly, I considered using the trick on her too, if only to imagine her feeling of surprise when she woke up already wet. But I figured the risk was too high, and the water was starting to cool, so I moved on.
I poked my head into the girls’ room, as the door was thankfully already ajar. It was a bunk bed setup, and fortunately Isabelle was on a bottom. I hadn’t thought the plan through enough to consider what would happen if she weren’t. Isabelle’s bed was towards the back, so I had to tiptoe past the other two beds to get there. Nobody stirred.
Isabelle was sleeping on her side, curled away from me. I silently reached over and placed the bowl on the bed next to her. She had none of the blankets on, given the summer weather, and the rhythmic heaves of her chest revealed her alcohol-fueled deep sleep. As slowly as I could, I grabbed the tips of one of her hands and carefully submerged them in the water.
Nothing happened. I considered that a win, as I figured it wouldn’t be immediate. Given the adrenaline and the loud, excited pulses in my ears, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep. Instead, I slowly sat on the ground, leaned against the bed frame, and waited.
I had almost dozed off, a critical error if it had come to pass, when I began to hear a whisper from behind me. I jumped up and looked.
Isabelle’s light gray pajama shorts were dry, but even as I was watching I heard the whisper increase to a hiss. A puddle emerged beneath her hip as she soaked her pants, spreading across the top of the sheets. It crept up her body towards her exposed stomach and spread out across the bed. It didn’t take long for quiet to reclaim the room - she had quickly, and clearly, drenched herself. I delicately placed her hand into her puddle and removed the bowl before leaving the room.
Oddly, I heard another hiss.
This one was muffled, but definitely a similar noise. I turned around and looked, but there was no way to figure out its origin. It seemed to be coming from a bottom bunk, which would have been Sophia or Eliza. As the noise disappeared, I left, figuring I’d find out in the morning. I quietly crawled back into bed with the naked Kelly, and excitedly drifted off to sleep.
The beginning of the morning wasn’t too eventful. I had woken up early to make sure I didn’t miss any of the action, but nobody else was out of bed yet. I went downstairs and was soon joined by the moms, my brother and his friends. It seemed the girls were sleeping a little late.
At 9:30 or so, Audrey was finally the first one to leave the girls’ room. But instead of going to take a shower or freshen up, she came directly downstairs and whispered in Isabelle’s mom’s ear. Nobody else paid it much mind as we were eating breakfast, but she slowly nodded, stood up, and followed Audrey back into their room. As I knew what was coming, I paid close attention to what was happening on the second floor.
After fifteen minutes or so, a tearful Isabelle wandered out of her room with her head down, staring at her armful of sheets and followed by her mom. Again, no one really noticed as she wasn’t loud about it, but I certainly did as she descended the stairs quickly and quietly, her shame clutched to her chest. As she turned around to head to the laundry room, I saw what I had done. He shorts were still damp, and a very large circle ran up her butt and side. I smirked - the show wasn’t over yet.
As Isabelle’s mom walked behind her, Jasmine came out of her room and tapped her on the shoulder. She then also proceeded to whisper in her ear. The mom’s eyebrows show up - clearly she was surprised that her girls had both woken up in wet beds. As Isabelle headed down the stairs, her mom turned around and followed Jasmine into their room.
What happened was nearly a carbon copy of 10 minutes prior. Emily left her room, tears in her eyes and sheets in her hands. As she went to come downstairs, Isabelle was going back up. She saw Emily’s predicament and became wide-eyed, but Emily just let out a sniffle and slipped past. Clearly she had peed laying on her back, as her entire butt and upwards were drenched. Based on the wetness, it was obvious it had happened more recently.
I waited for the other source of the hissing to leave the girls’ room, but everyone exited in a relatively normal fashion. Isabelle and Emily stayed upstairs to shower, while their mom came down and grabbed her car keys.
“I’ve gotta run to the pharmacy to grab some stuff - anyone need anything?” The other moms shook their heads, and off she went.
After their showers, Isabelle and Emily went back into their rooms. That gave me the opportunity to take my own morning shower. As I went to step in, I noticed the top of a Goodnite in the trash can, covered by dry toilet paper. After moving this aside, I could see why. The pull-up was completely soaked. And so, the source of the hissing had been found - my cousin had clearly, once again, peed her bed while drunk. Feeling bad for her as she was soon to return to college, I hopped under the running water.
As I regained my spot at the breakfast table, Isabelle and Emily’s mom returned. She had two large bags, each with a rectangular package. She turned upstairs and walked into Isabelle’s room. After a few minutes, she exited with only one bag and carried out a similar pattern in Emily’s. She came back downstairs and we all decided to play some yard games outside for a little.
After a little, the girls came outside together. Of course, my eyes went directly for their waistbands. Emily was wearing short jean shorts and a flowery shirt, which concealed hers nicely. Isabelle was wearing a sundress and had her hands at her sides, constantly pulling down the hem. They made eye contact with their mom before dropping their gaze, a clear sign of adherence to the punishment.
I grabbed Emily’s arm as she walked by and asked if she wanted to make a couple of drinks with me. She sighed, looked down, and agreed. As soon as we walked back inside, I had to ask.
“Well? What happened?”
“I did as we discussed. When I woke up, I tried to stay as still as possible and wet my pants. After Jasmine woke up, I pretended to cry and told her what happened. She got mom, who was NOT happy, and mom got us these.” At this she flashed me her waistband very quickly. To the untrained eye, Emily had chosen a white pair of underwear but I could tell the texture was clearly different. She continued.
“She told us we have to wear them the whole vacation aside from when we’re in our bathing suits. If we have an accident, which I can’t believe she even said, but if we do we have to tell her. Then she’ll extend the punishment by a week. Isabelle is super upset, she thinks she’s got this problem now where she can’t drink without peeing her bed. Although I guess Sophia also did and comforted her in the morning, which was helpful I think. But I mean - we didn’t pack clothes knowing this. It’s gonna be so hard for people not to notice!” She grabbed the bottle of vodka from the cabinet and started to make a couple of summery drinks.
“Maybe, but you’ll live. Besides, people know you guys have peed your pants recently so it won’t be out of the blue.” I clearly said it jokingly but I still received a dark look. She then came closer and whispered.
“Hey listen, I have a question. I don’t know why I’m telling you of all people, but Jasmine has had some trouble with wetting her pants recently. Her mom is making her wear pull-ups during big public events and to bed so she doesn’t embarrass herself. She’s getting really concerned about my accidents...can I tell her about the deal? I promise I won’t tell her the cause or anything but I just want to let her know most of it’s not my fault! Plus that more is....you know....probably coming.” I had to think on that. On one hand, it would be one fewer person that thought the accidents were real. On the other, maybe I’d get to see Jasmine (who was a dancer and quite attractive in her own right) in pull-ups. Of course, that side won out.
“Okay, but you have to make sure she knows the accident you had on the way up to the lake was real. Plus, you need to make up another real one so it’s two and two.” She rolled her eyes.
“Fine, deal. But I do appreciate it, thanks. Ugh this week is gonna suck now.” And with that, she left with her drink, leaving me to grab mine and follow her, my eyes on her subtly padded butt the whole time. |
This is my first story, so any feedback is appreciated! It’s going to be multiple chapters, and is based in part on real events. It may start off a little slow, but it’ll pick up.
One summer evening after my junior year of college, I wanted to throw a party. It was going to be a mix of guys and girls - some of my guy friends from high school, and a bunch of girls a year younger than I that I knew through a family friend.
I had known this family friend, Emily, for years. Our families did everything together, and we eventually had our share of sexual encounters. We told each other everything - the typical “there for each other through the best and the worst of times.” She was rather attractive, around 5’ 2” with blonde hair, blue eyes, an athletic build, and a bubbly personality. We grew somewhat apart when we went to different colleges, but we still talked. This particular summer evening, we had decided to throw a joint party at my uncle’s cabin on a lake. That’s where I had one of the most memorable nights of my life.
My friends are flakes, and none of them showed up. None. They made up various excuses, but in the end, it was me and five girls (not the worst scenario, to be sure). I had concocted a jungle juice for the ages, and we began drinking and playing games into the night. I was flirting hard with one of the girls (not Emily), and it was well reciprocated.
We had begun playing truth or dare (somewhat childish, but we were pretty drunk) when I dared her to jump into the lake. One unforeseen consequence of this was that cold water tends to sober people up, and once we were all in the lake, the girls realized that 2AM was probably bedtime (much to my chagrin). The girl who I was flirting with was originally going to sleep in my room, but sober(er) her decided it was a better idea to sleep in a different one. The bed she took was supposed to be Emily’s, so I invited her to stay in mine. Since nothing sexual had happened between us for years, we both had assumed that chapter had closed.
We got into bed, and I realized that my clothes were still damp.
“My clothes are still damp from the lake, sorry about that.”
“Well, you can just take them off,” she replied while batting her beautiful blue eyes at me. For once in my life, I came up with a witty response, probably due to the booze.
“Well, maybe you should too then.”
She smiled and we both stripped down to our underwear. I slowly moved towards her, and kissed her lips tenderly. The situation quickly escalated.
After sex, we both laid down and began talking.
“I miss knowing everything about your life, and telling you about mine,” Emily said as she nestled against my chest.
“I agree, telling you almost everything was so nice.” I realized my mistake immediately. She sat bolt upright and looked me in the eyes.
“ALMOST? What haven’t you told me?!” Of course, that one thing had been related to my fetish for girls having accidents in their pants, day or night, and wearing pull-up style underwear. I figured this was sharing too much, so I said it was “nothing.” She kept bugging me for the next twenty minutes, clearly refusing to let it go. So, drunk me reasoned that if I couldn’t tell this girl, who I knew wouldn’t tell a soul and on whom I had plenty of dirt, I couldn’t tell anyone. So, I took the plunge.
“If I tell you, you have to promise that you won’t say anything to a single soul. It would destroy me if you did,” I said with the most serious face I could muster while my heart was pounding like a runaway jackhammer.
“Have I ever told anyone anything? Besides, you know plenty about me that I wouldn’t want spread. I promise.” I stared into her expectant blue eyes, and sighed.
“I get turned on when girls wet their pants and/or wear pull-ups.”
Emily just looked at me, her eyebrow cocked. She had a small smile that began to grow.
“Huh, not what I expected you to say.” I decided to keep going further because the reaction was decent.
“Well I mean, it’s not that much of a turn on (a lie), but it’s kinda nice.” We talked about when she stopped wetting the bed normally (aged 5) and about the time I tried to hold her back from going to the bathroom (it made sense now) and how I had never seen a girl pee her pants before (she was surprised, because she says it happens a lot when girls are drunk). I then took a ballsy plunge.
“What would you think about wearing one?”
“What do you mean?”
“A pull-up. My college-aged cousin only stopped wetting the bed a few years ago and there should be some leftovers in the closet.”
She looked at me mischievously.
“Well what do I get out of it?”
“The best sex you’ve ever had,” I responded with an equal amount of mischief in my voice. Emily smirked and looked at me.
“Go get it,” she whispered. I scrambled out of the bed quicker than I ever could have expected myself to in my current state. I yanked a girls Goodnite out of the package in the back of the closet and gave it to her. She laughed while holding it.
“Never thought I’d be back in these. It’s too small!”
“I promise it’s not, just try.” I would’ve said anything to get her into those training pants. She sat down on the bed and slowly pulled it up over her hips. It fit perfectly, and she laughed some more.
“Wanna do a twirl for me?” I asked with a wink. She stood up and slowly turned around, allowing me to see the tight Goodnite hugging her butt and perfectly framing her crotch. I grabbed her and thrust her onto the bed while she giggled, and started touching her through her pull-up. She moaned, and I understood that she was getting some pleasure out of the arrangement. We proceeded to have our best sex ever.
After, I rolled over and whispered in Emily’s ear.
“If you hadn’t peed before bed we could have had even more fun in the morning.”
She rolled her eyes and said “be glad I’m going to sleep in this thing for you,” and went to bed.
I woke up first, and nudged her awake. Once Emily got a feel for her surroundings, she immediately tugged the (obviously dry) Goodnite down her legs.
“What do I do with this?”
“You could always save it for another time,” I teased. That got an eye roll, and instead she put it back into the recesses of the closet. We all left the house pretty soon after that, but in fact, the fun was just beginning. |
It was a warm Saturday night. Kylie and their partner, Emilia, have been hanging out together at a bar, a nice little lesbian bar closer to the middle of town. Tonight was date night, and though going out in fancy outfits to a snooty restaurant is always nice, sometimes it's b versa, etter to keep things casual, just lounge around, get a little buzzed, and appreciate your girlfriend's beauty. O, the simpler things in life.
It's currently 8:19, though, and Kylie's gotta get home before it gets too dark. They were always a bit more responsible than Emilia, who they had to keep from getting more than, like, four drinks. She's skinny, short, and can hardly hold her liquor, a stark contrast to Kylie's warm yet burly, classy butch aesthetic, They came to the bar in a nice set of dress pants and a semiformal white blouse,, while Kylie dressed to be sexy, with a bodycon black and red high-waisted skirt over a rose bodysuit. Cute,
"hey, Em, we gotta head out now. it's dark, and we gotta walk..." Emilia whines and pushes he rself up, her legs trembling a tiny bit... exactly as planned. The fun wouldn't end after they left the bar, you see... they had a secret. A secret they would never spill, encoded by their jewelry...
You see, Emilia, craftly like she is, thought of a system to communicate with Kylie, and vice versa, over this obsession. They would each wear color-coded jewelry, Emilia a pair of earrings, and Kylie a bracelet. Red meant not to interact with the obsession, and white communicated ambivalence, but yellow was the most fun... When either Kylie or Emilia wore yellow jewelry, it was a clear sign to the other:
please fill my bladder, make me struggle to contain it all, make my warm piss press against me with its weight, fighting to escape...
And today, both Kylie and Emilia wore their nectar-colored blissful jewels. Tonight would be fun.
Kylie, with Emilia in tow, begins to make their way out as Emilia protests. "But kylie... i need to piss" she softly coos, prompting a chuckle from Kylie. "I'm sorry, honey... but I know" they seductively whisper, making Emilia's heart stop with arousal. Before the date, Kylie ensured that neither of them would visit a toilet with their little games, and it's worked wonders for both of them
The pair begins to walk down the sidewalk, through the nightly city. Emilia's large bladder throbs,causing a fun little roundness to appear over her lower belly. Kylie always though that tummy- bladder bulge combo was so cute... Kylie's own bladder pulses, pushing against her crotch, making her force tightness in. They didn't know if they would make it to a toilet, but... who cares? As far as Emilia's concerned, her bodysuit is a sexy toilet she can't remove, but the pressure is so satisfying she could never let loose now, her pee exerting a beautiful force, stimulating her vulva.
Emilia leans over, raising her lip to Kylie's ear as she whispers: "i've been holding so much my blad pantsder is the size of a cantaloupe..." she says, patting her bulge, as she gives a kiss under Kylie's ear., making their heart skip a beat. In response, Kylie smiles and replies, whispering "you're not gonna pee... i won't let you." Kylie quickly checks for eavesdroppers before grabbing at their crotch, physically holding, stroking themself in the process... They shudder. Emilia whispers again... "i don't want to make it... it's so blissful i'll spill." "how would you like it if you spilled now..?" Kylie gives Emilia a poke on the bladder. "i would die cause it would be so sexy, kylie, to piss myself all over you..."
After thirty blissfully torturous minutes, the pair arrive at their apartment... but not before Kylie intentionally fuddles the keys just to mess with Emilia. Once inside, they no longer have to hide anything, as Kylie seductively pins Emilia to the wall, their hands on her hips, lowering her skirt. "hey em, time's up for your bladder... " she says, planting seductive kisses. "i'll make you piss that bodysuit, it's gonna feel heavenly..." they coo. "i know... she replies, smirking, before speaking a reply Kylie would never forget: "and so are you."
Kylie, confused, looks around the room... before they realize. Emilia, crafty like she is, was able to padlock the bathroom door. "and i'm not telling you where the key is until your big sexy ass is soaking wet." Emilia whispers, causing a chuckle from Kylie. "I wouldn't have it any other way" they say, asthey reach a hand down to Emilia's lips and stroke them, and jostle them, and they stick a finger under the bodysuit and fuck Emilia, their own bladder throbbing, until eventually, Emilia gasps, and her warm piss spills forth, pooling over the floor, launching out in large spurts running down Kylie's leg, for a full minute and a half, before things slow.
And then, Kylie, their bladder about to burst, already leaking from arousal, pushes Emilia down onto a chair as she's still pissing, and just then Emilia's vision focuses on a large spurt of piss escaping from Kylie's own bladder into their pants, mostly puncturing through their crotch, streams running down their thighs, Kylie having absolutely shattered... and no more than half a second later, they shove their pelvis forward into Emilia, spilling piss all over the chair and onto Emilia, and they straddle as Kylie shoves their finger further up into Emilia, until she gasps and has an intense orgasm, all energy draining from her body...
And Kylie isn't done peeing yet, warm piss continuing to flow... They eventually stand up, panting. "so... they say, swerving around to show off their plentiful ass in their pissy dress pants. "i hope my big sexy ass looks juicy when soaking wet..."
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Thanks for reading! now i wrote this while desperate and i gotta pee idk what else i was gonna put here
Edited December 13, 2019 by Lapis Lazuli
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The year is 2035. Taki was on her way to university at 8am. She was lucky as she was in one of the most respected Kōritsu kaizen-bi universities in the country. It was a posh all girls university in Tokyo and was well renound for training the most hardworking people in Japan. Taki knew she had a long day ahead of her. It was definitely going to be a tough one!
Taki entered her class and sat down with all her friends. There was a dull mood in the atmosphere as all the girls knew that today was going to be a hard, perhaps somewhat embarassing day for them. You see, today was Kōritsu kaizen-bi. Roughly translated into "Efficiency improvement day".
Japan had fallen on hard times. Un-employment was at all an all time high due to the huge increase in automation at their production plants. The theory behind Kōritsu kaizen-bi was that all people would be expected to work like robots. That meant that they would have to perform their jobs non-stop for 8 hours a day if they wanted to stand any chance of keeping up pace with the automated lines. This unfortunately meant, no toilet breaks!!
Taki sat her self down in her chair and got her books out. The teacher came in and delivered a small 250ml cup of water to each of the girls. She sat at the front of the class and watched them all drink. Kōritsu kaizen-bi was the one day of the week that the girls got to choose their clothing, and for very good reason. You see, as part of their training regime the girls must complete a full 8 hour day per week without access to toilets. This would prepare them for their future working 8 hour shifts in the production plants. They would also be told to drink 250ml per hour to make sure that they didn't get dehydrated.
The first 3 hours passed without any problem. All the girls seemed very focussed on their work. No one was lagging behind or looking distracted. Each hour came and another 250ml was drank by all the girls in the class. No one questioned or refused, they just gulped each glass down as fast as possible and continued their work.
By the 5 hour mark Taki was begining to become wary of her bladder. The need was definitely there but she could hold fine for now. This didn't seem to be the case for poor Wakumi. She was sat in front of Taki and she had caught her eye. Wakumi had begin to wiggle on her seat. Starting to obviously show signs of desperation.
"Wakumi!" Said the teacher in a stern voice. "Why are you wiggling around so much?!"
"I'm not miss. I am just trying to get comfortable!"
"Ok! You better not be showing signs of pee desperation! You know your 3 hours from the end don't you! I have seen how much you can hold and I would be greatly disapointed in you if you gave up so early on!"
"Yes miss. I understand miss!"
Wakumi clamped her legs tight together and continued to work. The teacher brought around the 6th round of drinks and watched Wakumi's expression as she placed one on her desk.
"You'll be OK Wakumi! I believe in you."
"Thanks Miss" Replied Wakumi.
Taki messaged Wakumi on their class chat app on their laptops.
"Are you OK hun?"
"No!!" Replied Wakumi in an instant "I can't make it Taki! I really can't!"
"You have to! You know the punishment!"
"I know! I just can't hold on much longer!"
"Just do your best! I need to pee too. So does everyone. But we have to hold."
15 minutes passed. Taki's bladder was begining to throb with desperation by now and she knew poor Wakumi was in a worse state than her. She peared over the screen of her laptop to see Wakumi wiggling and twiching her feet around under her chair. Suddenly she heard a splashing!
"Chuya!!! Are you peeing your self in my class room?!" Shouted the teacher.
The whole class turned round to look. Chuyka, a chubby faced cute kinda girl was sat with her hands on her head. Pee flooding from the chair down onto the floor and flooding into her shoes.
"I..I...I'm so sorry miss!! I just couldn't hold any longer!" She was bright red in the face. She knew full well she would be spending the next 2 hours 45 minutes sitting working soaked with pee. But in a weird way this was better than the struggle of holding any longer.
"You will continue to work! You're such a mess! Girls! Look at Chuya, She has peed her self. If anyone else pees them self in my class today then next weeks challenge will be 10 hours!"
The whole class sighed. By now there were 24 girls sat working with full bladders and 2 hour 45 minutes between them and relief. Wakumi was struggling the most.
"Taki!" She messaged.
"What is it?"
"I can't go on much longer!"
"You have to! You will get us all 10 hours next week if you give up now!"
"My panties are already wet Taki. I can't hold on!"
"Put your hand down there or something. Sit on your heel! Do anything!"
Taki watched as Wakumi tucked her foot under her bum and pressed the weight of her body onto her heel, squeezing her pee hole shut and pressing her wet panties into her pussy.
"Did that work?"
"A little. But I don't think I can do nearly 3 hours!"
Taki didn't reply. She just put a rolling eyes emoji. Another 15 minutes passed. Suddenly Taki heard another splashing noise. This time from much closer. She looked up over her screen to see if it was Wakumi. It was.
"Stop it!! Before the teacher notices!" She whispered.
"Notices what?!" Barked the teachers voice. She came striding over only to find Wakumi sat with pee flooding of her chair all over the floor creating a huge puddle. "Right! That's it. 10 hours it is next time then!"
"But miss?!" Taki pleaded.
"Miss what?! Do you want a job when you leave this place?!"
Taki didn't argue. It was with this silence that she heard yet another splashing noise. Right in the corner of the class Yori had given up as well. The hot pee flooded into her panties and leggings, poured from under her skirt and splashed down the inside of her legs all over her feet in her ballet flat shoes.
"Another one?!" Shouted the teacher. "Does anyone else plan on peeing them selves over the next 2 hours? You may as well get it out of the way and sit in your pee soaked clothes if you do!"
Two girls put their hands up.
"I can't hold on any longer either miss. Please can I pee.. Please?!"
"Fine! Haven't I taught you anything in this class?! Look at me. I have drank more than you and my pee hole is firmly clamped shut. I could go on for hours yet!"
The two girls peed them selves as well. By this point there were 5 girls sat with huge puddles under their chairs. Working beaverishly on their project work whilst sitting in pee soaked clothes as punishment. There was also 20 hugely full bladders begging for relief. Taki was one of them, she knew full well her pee hole couldn't hold out for much longer. She didn't fancy sitting with a soaking wet pair of panties and leggings for the rest of the day though and she was determined to keep her pussy clamped tight shut!
TBC.....
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Taki continued her work. As bad as she felt for the 5 girls who had already wet them selves she was relieved it wasn't her. She was determined that her poor bladder muscles would hold out. She tucked her foot up under her bum and pressed her pee hole firmly onto her heel, clamping it shut tight. She looked over the front of her laptop at Wakumi who was sat wearing soaking wet leggings and pee soaked ballet flats. She was determined not to end up in her situation.
Once again a hissing noise eminated around the classroom.
"Who is it this time?!" Barked the teacher. "Put your hand up!"
A girl just to the front right of Taki put her hand up slowly. She had her legs spread and was allowing the pee to flow freely off the front of her chair and onto the floor.
"Close your legs together!" Demanded the teacher. "No getting away with dry legs and feet! You should be soaked like all the other girls!"
She clamped her legs together and the pee flooded down her calfs and filled her ankle boots.
"Good! That's better. A lady sits with her legs together. You need to learn that as well!"
The girl looked totally embarassed with her self. She looked around at her class mates, her face glowing with embarassment.
Taki felt her bladder spasm. It was begging for relief but she was not going to allow it. She re-seated her self onto her heel and continued working. Clamping her pee hole tighter shut than ever before. Just an hour and 15 minutes left!!
"Right then girls. Seeing as how 6 of you have already wet your self I believe a punishment is in order! An extra hour will be added onto the lesson. You will hold until then."
You could feel the tension in the room. 19 girls all suddenly felt their bladder spasm for relief and everyone of them faught back by clamping their pee muscles ever tighter. Unfortunately for 2, their fight wasn't strong enough. Both girls began to flood their panties and trousers. The teacher again checked that they were sat like proper girls and made sure that they had their legs together and their feet tucked under the table. No one would be going home with dry legs and shoes!
The sound of two girls both wetting at the same time sent the remaining 17 girls into a panic of grabbing, squeezing and jiggling around.
"You can do this Taki. Just 2 hours and 15 minutes" She whispered to her self as she gently squeezed her pussy with her hand.
"Are you holding your privates Taki?!" Shouted the teacher. "What sort of girl grabs her pussy in public?!"
"No miss! I am just... I am urm.. re-arranging my leggings...."
"Rubbish. Get your hand out from down there."
Taki removed her hand and felt her pee hole twitch and send a trickle of hot pee into her panties. She instantly re-grabbed her self on instinct.
"Leaking are you?" Quizzed the teacher.
"No miss. Definitely not!"
"I don't believe you! Stand up!"
Taki slowly stood up. Her bladder streching inside her stomach made her moan as she did so.
"Pull your leggings down. Now!"
Taki did as she was told. She slowly slid her leggings down. The pressure being removed from her waistband actually helped. As soon as they were down passed the bottom of her panties the teacher leaned in for a look.
"You're wet Taki!" She said. "Why did you lie?"
"I was embarassed miss." She replied softly.
"Don't be! Stopping a leak like that with a bladder as full as yours is impressive. Girls! You could learn something from Taki. She began pissing her self and stopped it mid flow! Now she can continue working with dry leggings and shoes! You lot, you need to train your self to get to this ability! Taki you may sit down."
Taki pulled her leggings back up. The tight waistband squeezed against her throbbing bladder and the familiar sensation of her pee hole spasming returned. This time it was fighting to hold back the flood even though it was already all pissy and wet!
15 minutes passed. 17 girls were remaining. Taki noticed in the corner of her eye one of her friends move really quickly. She looked over and saw Arkira sat with her hand rammed into her private area. The teacher hadn't noticed just yet but was walking over slowly.
"Akira! She's coming!" Whispered Taki.
Akira quickly took her hand out from between her legs but it was the wrong choice. Her pee hole gave way and sent a torrent of pee flooding through her panties, out under her skirt, down her bare legs and all over her feet in her ballet flats.
"Oooooh tut tut tut... Another one pees her self. You girls really need to learn how to control your selves!" Muttered the teacher as she watched Akira pee her self uncontrollably. Akira didn't even raise her head. She just continued working as her bladder relieved it's self into her panties and shoes.
"Good girl for not getting distracted by the fact you are peeing your self though. That would be highly praised in a work environment!"
Slowly but surely another 5 girls wet them selves during the 8th hour. Only one hour remaining and only 11 girls were sat with dry panties. Well relatively dry. Most of them by this point had leaked a couple of times at least and managed to regain control over their pulsating little pee holes.
Taki coughed. A hot pee jet sprayed into her panties. Once again she managed to clamp off the flow.
"Just one hour to go!! please hold on!" She whispered whilst looking down at her wet little pussy.
It was then that something caught Taki's eye. It was Hana. She had always been the rebel of the class. She was once again breaking all the rules. Hana had managed to pull her panties to the side and was slowly peeing off the front of her chair, avoiding soaking her skirt and sneakers.
"HANA!!" Shouted the teacher as she caught her eye. "Stand up! NOW!"
Hana panicked and jumped up. She struggled to stop the flow from her pee hole but some how managed it.
"Turn around and face the class!" Hana slowly shuffled round and looked at her friends. "Hana was attempting to pee without being seen. She will now stand and pee her self in front of you all."
Hana turned bright red and looked at her class mates. Most of whom were now sat with soaked little pussies and drenched legs and feet.
"Please miss. I managed to stop it didn't it?!"
"I don't care. Pee your self!"
Hana did as she was told. She stood and released her quivering pee hole, a waterfall of pee flooded down her legs and totally filled her sneakers with hot pee. Of the remaining 10 girls 3 of them instantly began to wet uncontrollably as well. Torrents of pee flooded down their legs and all over their feet and shoes.
"You girls are useless at holding!" shouteed the teacher. "Who's still dry?!" She demanded.
Taki and 6 other girls slowly raised their hands.
"Good girls! Only 30 minutes left!" As soon as she announced the time remaining Taki's bladder spasmed and a huge spray of pee released into her panties and leggings. She couldn't stop it. She looked around in panick at the other 6 of which 2 were also obviously wetting them selves alongside her.
"Jesus girls! Another 3 of you?! Seriously?!"
Taki felt her cheeks turn hot as her pussy bathed itself in her warm pee. It felt amazing to releave her self but knowing she was going to have to spend the next 30 minutes with a soaked pussy and pee soaked feet really wasn't her favorite.
"That just leaves 3 of you then! You 3 may hold your selves to complete the last 30 minutes!"
The 3 remaining girls instantly grabbed their pussies tightly. All of them quivered as they pressed their already pissy panties firmly into their pussies.
"Good luck girls! You can do it!" Muttered the teacher. |
Part 1 :
Josie was thinking. She didn’t know how to feel about what Penelope, her girlfriend, had revealed her. She was into omorashi. Josie thought it was perfectly normal to have a fetish but she was questioning wether she should try it or not. Penelope wouldn’t force her but she didn’t know if it was something she would enjoy. After a while, she decided it was worth a shot. She didn’t want to disappoint Penelope so she wanted to try to hold her pee alone to know how long she could last and what were her limits. The only problem was Lizzie. She hated Penelope and she would be so mad if she found out what her sister was doing just to please her. Josie had to wait for Lizzie to be away.
The perfect moment arrived about 2 days later. Lizzie was going to be out of town for the day to see a new therapist with their dad. Josie had plenty of time. She woke up and decided it was better to have her morning pee so Lizzie wouldn’t be suspicious because she was fidgeting. She entered in the bathroom linked to hers and lizzie’s bedroom, knowing she was taking her last pee for hours. Afterwards she got dressed. She decided to wear a light blue jeans and a neckline red t-shirt.
« Wow Jo, you look cute today ! Is it for Satan ? »
« No Lizzie, I’m gonna stay in my room and study today. »
« If you say so... I gotta go, see you tonight sis ! »
And just like that she was gone. Josie went to the kitchen and had breakfast, pancakes and a huge glass of water. While she was leaving, she ran into Penelope.
« Hey JoJo. »
« Hey. How are you this morning ? »
« Tired, want to hang out later to keep me awake ? »
« Sorry, I can’t. I really have to study but maybe tomorrow, okay ? »
« Okay, have a great day »
Penelope kissed her and entered the kitchen. Josie couldn’t help but notice that her girlfriend was fidgeting a lot this morning and deep down she knew she probably had to pee which gave her motivation to achieve her project.
She went back in her room and opened a bottle of water. She drinked it while watching V-Wars on her laptop. She hesitated but ultimately chose not to drink another one right now. She had to go back to the kitchen for lunch and she didn’t want anyone to find out about what she was doing. After two episodes she felt a twinge in her bladder. She had to pee but it was far from urgent. An hour later, she was making a sandwich and taking it back to her room with others bottles of water. Her need had increased but it was still bearable. She went back to her tv show and try not to think about peeing.
2 hours and 3 bottles of water later, it was all she could think about. She was far from her limits but she definitely couldn’t ignore her need anymore. She was crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly and her bladder felt really full. She was glad to be alone. She opened a book and tried to read it to change her mind but it was far from easy. She almost lost control when her knock on her bedroom door surprised her.
”Josie ? It’s Hope. Lizzie said I could step by to borrow some of her books for the test on monday. Can you open the door ? »
« Yeah, sure. Just wait a minute. »
Josie stood up for the first times in hours and she resisted the need to shave her hands between her legs. Damn, it was worse than she could. She opened the door and Hope bursted in.
« Hi, it’ll just take a minute. »
« Do what you need to do. »
The redhead stared going trough the books and Josie noticed that she was shifting from side to side. Does she have to pee ? Josie herself kept her tights pressed again each other. She was shaking but was trying to look casual. Suddenly Hope jumped on her feet, her hand really close to her crotch and looked at her.
“Can I please use your bathroom ? I was at the Mystic Grill with Landon and I had 2 milkshakes but I didn’t go to the toilet before leaving. I thought I’d be okay but I swear I’m going to burst!”
”Yeah...s-sure...”
”Thank you !”
She ran to the bathroom and Josie was glad she was gone because she was free to do a pee dance to help her hold it. However she changed her mind once Hope started peeing. The sound just make her even more desperate than she already was. When Hope came out, Josie tried to stand still and faked a smile.
« I feel much better. I’m just gonna go now. See you !”
”Bye”
Josie closed the door and started to fidget even more than before. She had to use the toilet but she couldn’t. She had an idea. She did a spell to lock the door to her bathroom for an hour. She had been holding for 4 hours and she had drink way too much. She had to end this as soon as possible. She drank the last bottle of water she had and she waited.
30 minutes later she was sure she was about to reach her limits. The only problem? The spell would still last for half an hour. By now, her bladder hurted and her legs were bouncing up and down. Josie had a crazy idea. She challenged herself to spend the next 30 minutes standing up. She got up and immediately had to put both of her hands on her crotch to keep all the pee inside her.
10 minutes before the spell worn out, she wasn’t able to stand still at all and a leak escaped her peehole. She grabbed her crotch harder and ran to the bathroom door. She was determined to wait until the end of the spell but as soon as it was over she would run to the toilet.
Finally, she was able to go in. She had leaked two more times and her panties were wet. She unbuttoned her jeans and started peeing before her butt even touch the toilet. The feeling of relief she felt was nearly orgasmic. She definitely was going to try more of this with Penelope...
Hey sorry this is my first story and english isn’t my mother tongue so it’s kinda... Let me know if you enjoyed this anyway and if I should continue |
Grabbing Graham
Unsteady on his feet with his voice raised more than usual Graham clumsily made his way onto the station platform. The works Christmas night out had been amazing and he was buzzing from finally kissing Jennifer from admin under the mistletoe and from the alcohol surging through his body. He was drunk and would probably not remember much tomorrow but right now he was merry and singing jingle bells to anyone who happened to even glance at him. It was just days until Christmas so what was the problem? He was happy and high and everyone else should be too.
He couldn’t make out a word of the announcements but then even sober he could hardly make out what train announcers said anyway. The rain and alcohol made reading the notice board rather hard too. The words were fuzzy so Graham laughed and brazenly walked up to someone who vaguely looked like they worked for British Rail and shouted louder than he realised:
‘Hoy mate. When’s that train for Farmsly coming?’
It was another member of the public who replied:
‘They just announced it. It’s ten minutes late mate. Platform 6.’
Graham tried to focus on the information as his brain struggled to process. Far too much alcohol was clouding his understanding and awareness but familiarity eventually kicked in and he stumbled his way to platform 6 and found a bench in a shelter.
Graham wasn’t an overly confident or out-going person normally but fuelled with beer, spirits, mulled wine and more that he couldn’t even remember now, he was louder, more care free and much more bold. As an older woman in her late forties stood in the shelter he held his hand out to shake hers.
‘Merry Christmas Mrs!’
His other hand carelessly moved to his crotch area.
The woman looked at him scornfully glancing at his other hand rather than the one he held out.
Clearly thinking he was acting inappropriately she picked up her phone out of her pocket and looking right at Graham she made her intentions obvious:
‘Either stop that or I’ll call the police now! Drunk or not I am not accepting anyone do that! You filthy animal!’
Graham laughed not quite thinking of the seriousness of the situation as his mind was still full of frolics from his night on the town.
‘Listen wo.....wom....woman. I’m...am no like that. I need a piss that’s alllllll....but merry Christmas to ya anyway.’
Graham hadn’t really noticed how much he had to piss until the woman had looked at his hand. It was true he was touching himself and it did look wrong but, shit, he had to piss and all the drink in his bladder was wanting out rather suddenly. He grabbed his crotch and squeezed himself as he moved his legs to try and get comfortable on the cold damp bench.
‘Well no getting your dick out and pissing in front of me or I’ll take your photo and stick it on Facebook! I’m sick of drunks like you thinking they can piss wherever the hell they want. If you canny hold your piss then don’t drink!’
Graham couldn’t be bothered thinking of a come back. He just wanted on the train and away from the woman and into the toilet. God he really had to piss badly now. He was sure he’d went in the club earlier but it was all a bit hazy now. He ignored the woman and continued to grab his penis, scissoring his legs fast. Nothing more was said and Graham staggered onto the train as it finally arrived. He didn’t bother sitting and instead made his way through the carriages to find the toilet.
The train wasn’t too busy, probably because it was the last one of the night and most sensible people were already in bed asleep. Graham held onto the seats and handles as he unsteadily made his way through the train. Finally he reached the carriage with the bathroom and he pressed the button to open the door.
Nothing happened.
Graham grabbed himself again openly.
‘Oh for fucks sake man. I need a piss!’
An older man’s voice shouted: ‘I think it’s broke mate. Seen it tried twice now.’
Graham bent forward and held himself.
‘Are you fucking serious? I need a piss so bad man.’
Two young girls, in their early twenties, dressed in sparkly fitted short dresses and tights, and clearly a little tipsy themselves, giggled as they watched Graham push the door, press the button repeatedly, and squirm whilst grabbing his personal area. Graham made a fist and banged on the door before marching on the spot and finally sitting down right outside the bathroom. He couldn’t sit still at all, alternating between scissoring his legs, crossing them and bouncing them. The giggling from the girls continued, though Graham wasn’t really caring.
He leaned forward rubbing his penis with one hand and holding the chair tightly with his other hand. Too drunk too care and way too desperate to be able to stop even if he did, he squirmed and grabbed himself openly in a valiant attempt to keep his urine from escaping. Graham was frantic. He was beyond bursting now as he rocked and fidgeted on the train chair, interspersed with moaning and whimpering. The girls continued to laugh.
The ticket inspector opened the carriage door and the girls muffled their laughter as they looked for their tickets. Graham on the other hand couldn’t stop fidgeting to get his ticket out his pocket let alone remember if he even had one. He stood up as the inspector approached grabbing his penis openly with one hand whilst getting his wallet out his back jeans pocket with his other.
‘Tickets please.’
‘Mate I’ve....I’ve got a tic...ticket...just geez a minute....I’m...shit mate I’m dying for a slash and your..,your...toilet’s broke. Can you not...fix it pleeee...please. It’s an...an emergency!’
‘Tickets please.’
Graham couldn’t stand still. He fondled with his crotch openly as he danced and crossed his legs as he handed the inspector a train ticket.
‘That’s your inward journey one. I need your return one please.’
Graham bent forward with a hand contorted on his dick as a spurt shot out.
‘God no! I’m pissing myself here mate! Can you not fix your fucking....fucking toilet.’
‘Have you got a return ticket please?’
Graham opened his wallet and handed the man a ten pound note.
‘Where from?’
‘What?’
Another small amount of piss dribbled out of Graham’s penis.
‘Where did you get on and where are you going?’
Graham hammered on the toilet door with his fist as his other hand grabbed his aching member.
‘If you don’t stop that I’m adraid I will need to ask you to get off this train. The toilet is unfortunately broken sir. Now where did you get on the train and where are you going?’
‘I’m pissing myself and all you can talk about is where am I going? The only place I want to go is this fucking toilet and I can’t! I’ve been bursting since central station and I can’t fucking hold this until Farmsly. Is there not ano...anoth....another toilet?”
‘One single from Central to Farmsly is £4.30. Here’s your change sir and please don’t make a mess of my carriage. I’m afraid you will just have to wait a bit longer. I do apologise for any inconvenience.’
Graham wanted to swear but all his energy was being used to balance on his feet on the moving train and holding back the torrent of pee inside his bladder. He u did the button on his jeans and hastily fell back onto the seat behind him. Being drunk and desperate was there torture and Graham knew his underwear was already pretty damp.
The ticket inspector checked the other tickets before walking through to the next carriage. The girls continued their giggling at Graham’s predicament whilst the older man looked out the indie as if Graham’s didn’t exist. Graham slid his hand inside the crotch of his jeans and held his aching damp penis for all he was worth. He stroked it, squeezed it, pressed it, and rubbed it as it shook and surged between his legs. Every jolt of the carriage hurt and time seemed to stand still.
Finally Graham could just about make out the on board announcement that the train was approaching Farmsly.
‘Thank fuck for that! Oh God I need to piss!’
Graham tried standing up but his jeans wouldn’t stay up. He hitched and held them up as best he could but as he needed both hands to steady himself to walk to the door he was faced with no other choice but to re zip his fly and button up his jeans. He moaned loudly at the pressure this put on his bladder and immediately grabbed himself and jigged about.
‘I need a fucking piss!’ He shouted.
The girls giggled louder than ever. Graham couldn’t care.
He leaned forwards, one hand grabbing his member as tightly as he could as the train slowed at the station. He punched the button to open the door and moaned as he had to open his legs in order to get over the gap between the train and the platform. It was raining, cold and dark.
Graham felt more urine dribbling as he walked along the platform. He sensed he was alone as he staggered towards the exit. Suddenly another surge hit and he quickly undid the bottom on his jeans, unzipped his fly and pulled out his wet, aching, half erect penis and allowed the pent up pee to zoom it’s way past his urethra and surge out of his penis at force. He was too drunk and it was too dark to even attempt to walk towards bushes and his piss wasn’t going to wait another second.
Graham stood shaking as warm piss surged out his body as he gripped his penis with both hands.
High from alcohol, a great night out and the ecstasy of finally being able to release he stood there laughing and smiling and shouting at the top of his voice:
‘I needed a fucking piss ok!’
Not that anyone else cared except him. Well him and his bladder that was. |
“I see the stars” she murmured as the dark of night befell them as they lay on the hard ground. The two women stared off into the darkness as they sleep the remains of a battle crumbling beside them.
*three months beforehand*
The lord sat on her throne her sword and staff hanging from a armor stand.
the room was pristine not a speck of dust as the lord who was a women with flowing brown hair with sharp features and was muscular but somewhat out of shape mostly with her years on the throne to blame that throne she had at the age of 23 the youngest ruler in decades
She sat consumed by worry as she waited to receive a message that could be arriving anytime she was sweating with worry as so she claimed
The message arrived the lord squirmed with...anticipation?
Anyways the lord listened closely as a servant read the letter aloud the lord looked...worried? As she had her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth clenched halfway through the letter a faint wind passed through the room and the lords expression changed from the clenched jaw to a deep sigh with a faint smile on her face she adjusted her seat and finished listening the message confirmed it they were at war
The lord excused herself claiming that she required time to develop a plan for war and she walked to her room called her most personal servant and locked the door shut
The lord who’s name happened to be Melissa extended her arms letting her servant by the name of Anna
Anna begann undoing the laces on the back of Melissa‘s dress letting her take deep breaths freely anna also removed the silk fabric of the garment supporting Melissa’s breasts
soon Melissa’s entire top was off and Anna began removing the layered skirts that covered a simple fabric miniskirt held on by a fine leather belt that few would ever see something else even fewer wound see the skirt itself was soaked through
anna who unfortunately was having to kneel to remove such garments had her head unfortunately close to the skirt that was hopelessly stained yellow
Melissa shifted and said “hurry up i to...just hurry” as her legs squeezed together
Anna was use to doing this as she finally finished unbuckling the belt
And all that was left were the formerly white panties that were regretfully full with the mess squished almost flat against her rear but anna removed the panties and diligently wiped Melissa’s private’s until they were clean
all the while Melissa tried her hardest not to let out all urine that was left as she was about to rush to the bathroom a knock echoed off the hardwood door “ queen allies have arrived and are requesting a immediately council” anna without missing a beat took something out of a nearby drawer and stated “please spread your legs my lord I highly recommend you wear this” it was a soft garment with buttons on the sides and three inch thick cloth “why must I” Melissa asked trying to escape to her bathroom
“Well...ummm....comfort...and convenience” anna said not giving Melissa much time to think slipping the undergarments on and swiftly redressing the queen
With that Melissa was rushed out the door to the awaiting lords Melissa attempted to walk regally but it was difficult with the unusual bulk.
She sat at the large square table and joined the normal conversation
minutes of this pass and something didn’t seem right to Melissa
Before she had ascended to power Melissa had been a soldier and she knew when something was wrong now was one of those times as mere seconds later smoke rippled off the surface of the table yet her days on the battlefield had be more than four years ago her old habits took over
Melissa rushed to the armor stand and swiftly unhooked the staff from its leather bindings she heard noises from the high smoke she took a deep breath and remembered her training “focus remove distractions”she thought as she got ready to rid herself of the bulging pain in her bladder she took a deep breath as the golden liquid spilled down
but strangely none ran down her legs and at that moment she knew what the garment was. “a diaper” “haven’t worn one in a while” she relaxed her body and got ready for any oncoming threats
“Hey lissa” one of her friends whispered they of course were not supposed be taking they were marching to battle
lissa as most called her, was marching to her first battle as a solider she in the light plate armor alongside many others all had thoughts of glory and grander not knowing whats to come “what is it” lissa whispered back “do you have to pee” the friend asked “no” lissa lied “ok” similar small banter was shot back and forth until they saw them...the foe they marched against
Lissa joined the charge holding the flimsy looking blade she had been given and stared hacking and slashing and in a blur she was separated from her unit to a near empty side of the battlefield
A person in a showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back
the women strolled along with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her and turned to see lissa all alone
Lissa held her sword shakily and ran at the women who in one smooth motion took her weapon and stabbed at lissa
Lissa fell back to see her Breastplate has saved her
lissa sat up and scuttled back seeing the women standing above her “looks like i got you” she said in a peppy voice
lissa was terrified as she stumbled backwards the poorly made pants of her uniform tearing of on a patch of briers she has gone through ripping the cheap fabric off of her chest
The women approached once more and tilted her head and said in the kind of voice that a parent uses on a small child ” aww did you wet yourself” she said as lissa looked down to see the panties she was wearing as she saw more and more rippled out saturating the gray panties the women licked her lips and said “i may just enjoy your company as she got closer and lissa’s world shifted to black
Melissa stood steadfast preparing for whatever came a she spotted a flash of blue and lunged slamming the blunt silver tip of the staff into the assassin the women who was wearing A showy light blue fabric top that seemed unfit for combat and a skirt that was barely covering anything with slits on the sides yet with no regard to wind the skirt showed nothing and a out of place halbiert on her back
the women hit the ground with long strands of the blue cloth trailing behind her
“You” she said “did you wet yourself this time as well” she said as she and Melissa started clashing there weapon the women’s halbert and Melissa’s staff they fought nearly as equals
Lissa awoke upright naked with her hands bound somewhat comfortably below her a pit above her the women in blue sat up from a nearby chair of the log cabin they sat in “here drink this” the women demanded and lissa still half awake only started noticing her the current events the women was pouring a green liquid down her throat but lissa didn’t struggle She was too afraid the women bent over and leaned close putting her head against lissa’s stomach “do you feel it” “rippling throughout your body shaking it to its core”
Lissa felt a sharp pain as the strange liquid shot through her taking anything in her stomach and shooting out into the pit in a pressurized jet after nearly two minutes of this it slowed spitting into several trails spilling down her thighs
The women in blue placed a long plank of wood across the pit and began removing lissa’s bounds lissa in a moment of panic she kicked wildly knocking the women into the pit below
The women screeched and was silenced with a splash lissa pulled the wood plank until it fell of into the pit hitting the women’s head knocking her out lissa fell backwards onto the floor trying to stay her breath
She spent minutes before standing back up and beginning to rummage through the log cabin knowing she couldn’t leave in the nude in the first drawer she found several other skirts similar to the one the women was wearing she tried on a gray one that seemed like anyone could see up yet when she looked in the mirror to see nothing was visible she moved and shook but it always stayed down she couldn’t even lift it up it was completely stiff lissa decided it was to showy
Lissa found normal foodstuffs in the kitchen and nothing of interest in the living room but she found the women’s bedroom
The bedroom had many drawers and dressers along with armor stands wearing everything from full scale maile to a pink tutu lissa began looting
Lissa found a simple cloth top and a knee length skirt with built in fabric panties that comfortably cradled her privates, lissa opened a drawer to see numerous folded cloth panties lissa snagged some strangely enough at the bottom of the drawer there was a false bottom, she lifted it away to see what looked like...diapers twenty of them three different types five pull-ups five with tapes on the sides and ten that didn’t connect in any logical way but as soon as she picked one up to get a better look she watched as it moved on its own and disappeared only for her to feel it slot itself in between her legs she now knew what the skirt was for.
Lissa shamefully took all of the diapers for herself and there was a strange contraption that involved several ropes and a diaper a object that confirmed that this woman ether was or had contact with a magic user, they were uncommon but did exist
Lissa on her way out took a halbert with her and left the cabin
Melissa parried a stab from the women’s halbert and returned with full force hitting the women in the stomach and slamming her into a wall Melissa continued with a savage stream of attacks the silver tip of her staff catching the women’s clothes and tearing them off the women tried to hold it in but her body released a small amount of urine
with astounding speed the women threw a object at Melissa but she knocked to back only for the contraption to spring to life with chains binding to the walls and methodically removing what was left of her skirt and her damp panties and the chains holding her still pulled an absurdly large diaper onto her with metal chains across the bottom and sides finally the contraption snapped a lock on the chained diaper so even if she did escape the diaper would stay on yet the contraption finished dangling from the ceiling, Melissa looked at the panties on the ground to see that the bottom was soaked through
Melissa in a mocking tone said “aww did you wet your self” “did you piss your panties” the women quietly whispered something “what did you say”Melissa said the women spoke quietly and said “yes” she whispered “are you sure I thought you said “I was so scared i wet my panties” didn’t you”
The women yelled “I WAS SO SCARED I WET MY PANTIES NOW LET ME DOW-” she said before cutting herself off and her hands shooting down to her crotch to futility stop herself but it no avail the diaper slowly turned yellow as small droplets fell to the floor “anna remove her and place her in the dungeon and don’t give her any clothes ether” said as she began dragging the other five unconscious queens to her bedchamber to awaken them
Melissa had awkwardly woken up the rest of the lords
one of which had wet herself queen grenson
one had wet and messed herself queen mespisr
Two admitted had admitted to wearing diaper queens shmits and lokedth
And the last one who had clearly messed herself but denied it as she winced and sat down with a loud squelch but she continued denying it queen cosuply
Grenson borrowed some of Melissa’s panties and a dress
Mespisr had brought her own change
shmits didn’t need a change since she didn’t wet to badly
lokedth had a servant change her diaper
cosuply had denied any help and took the no stops ride home without a change
As soon as they all left Melissa locked her chambers and demanded for anna to undress her “whats the rush” anna asked “I need to use the restroom please hurry”
“Just go thats the point of the diaper” anna said Melissa was annoyed but anna was right as she relaxed as a large bulge formed on her rear visible even with her dress on The feeling took her back to her war days
Anna was undressing Melissa when the question appeared “anna where do you get this diaper on short notice”
“Oh it was one of mine i used them for long trips”
“Oh ok then” and they finished in silence
“There is a war going on” Melissa thought sitting on her throne “here i am surrounded by guards and servants undisturbed by the people struck down on the battlefield”
She had made her decision
She was joining the war
Part two
Lissa wandered through the woods unknowingly walking in hopes of finding someone, it had been nine days since she left the cabin and she had not changed clothes the diapers being so convenient sadly she only had one slip in diaper left. No matter how long she walked none of the sounds of a bustling tavern none of the lights of a homestead just forest. She set up camp for the night laid down and lifted up her skirt let the diapers do there thing while she enjoyed the convenience of magic
Later lissa laid down for rest that night as she did many nights it was cool out but she was warm enough and sleep took her
Melissa listened to her adverses they were to worried but she did not heed them Melissa was on a warpath and there was no stopping her.
She stood above her army on the large stage preparation for the rousing speech to rally the hunters to war. her force the land of sliavea ten thousand strong against the upstart nation of searsler that had a meager one thousand it would be simple hardly a war at all.
It was an ok speech but Melissa was never one for presentation so feeling the unease she drew her wheel lock pistol and pointed it at the sky after five or six pulls of the trigger it fired the shot in some random direction the people were cheering completely sure in there leader unaware of the droplets of urine in her panties
Lissa lay groggy from sleep only to be snapped awake by the sound of sticks breaking the noise getting closer and closer she scurried for her halbert soon she saw a lady in a modest green tunic and a foil at her side the women approached in a friendly manner
“Ho there traveler”she said nicely “would you kindly put down the weapon” she followed up with
Lissa set the halbert down and asked “can you tell me where i am”
“Ok how about we play a game first” she proposed drawing her sword
“A sparring match” the women offered “you win and i tell you anything you want to know and be on my way”she started but before lissa could say anything The women finished with “and if i win...you get to be my slave for six months and do whatever I please”she said with a evil gleam in her eyes
“So what will it be”she said “and you up for a match”
Lissa thought for a moment what could she do with a foil against a halbert that flimsy sword would snap in a second
“I agree to your challenge” lissa stated confidently only seconds later feeling some... inconvenient urges
“Ok now” the women said taking a stance
“Ok i just need to hold it a little while longer Lissa thought to her self as she brandished the halbert the lady snapped into action Lunging strait at lissa, lissa of course blocked with her halbert the women stopped short the tip of her blade pushed against the wooden shaft of the halbert yet despite her failed attack she grinned and said “do you know the smallest splinter in wood can split the entire shaft” lissa was confused for a moment before the women trusted her blade the wooden shaft reduced to splinters lissa jumped sputtering urine then she remembered she was wearing a diaper she took a deep breath and let it go the fabric clinging wetly to her privates. soon the diaper full settled between her legs,she got ready and went on the offensive
Melissa entered the tailors “I need an outfit refitted” she stated “right away” the cleck replied and funneled her into the backrooms she had known this tailor for years. Theo silver was a youth of 24 well dressed and had a head of purple hair that he spent to much money on purple dye keeping it that color he and Melissa had been on and off for about six years she was wearing “do you mind” he asked “never for you” she replied. he skillfully undid the lace and had the outfit off in minutes “you still can be My servant” she offered “no I could never do that it would upset my father we have a very proud bloodline as tailors” he knelt down to remove her skirt “anyways hows yo-“ he cut himself off after removing her underskirt and getting a fill view of the numerous yellow stains on her white panties “care to explain” theo asked politely “Its been a...minor problem recently” she explained
Theo sighed and said “I have something for this” and he left the room and returned with a pile of clothes “first please change out of those” he said handing her a pair of clean panties and he pulled a curtain and let her change she stepped out and stretched a minute “they feel...bulky” she said “they will absorb and small...mishaps and these” he said pulling a extremely thick cloth diaper out of the pile “they will be hard to walk with but for a long ride they are perfect” “and lastly” he pulled out a thinner pull on diaper “for more active use” her finished fitted her armor “you have some rust on the thigh plates make sure to avoid we-“ he cut himself off again and rushed her out
Lissa lunged her weapon getting shorter and shorter with each attack. The women struck with her blade lissa ducked to the side and elbowed her in the back the womenfell to her knees lissa took a few steps forward her back to the women suddenly...click all of lissa’s muscles tensed as she turned around and saw the women holding a wheel lock pistol that had misfired with the morning dew
Lissa ran at the women who stumbled across the wet grass her tunic riding high she slipped fell on her face giving lissa a clear view of her panties that had warm piss spilling down her thighs as a large bulge slowly formed in the back of her panties
lissa got ready to leave her camp packed and the women tied to a tree
And they both continued there journeys
Edited December 15, 2019 by THEO WANDER
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A dark day overshadowed by its own achievements
the onlookers watched as the stage lights flickered to life unaware of the truth hidden deep beneath the hard earth they stood on
the man began waltzing about the recently constructied wood platform that would be gone as soon as it appeared
he spoke not only to the large crowd he so skillfully baited but to himself “its foolproof” he thought
“now now” his voice billowed from the speakers “i have a plan... one to change the world..... forever “
that last word never meant much before
The crowd screamed for more, this man was a genius, biggest tech manufacturer in the city normally he went on about his newest phone or some computer thats name is worth more then it abilities
but not today...
chapter one
never
He looks at the crowd and smiles” looks like my job here is don-“
It truly was
In less than a second blood splattered on the stage seeping in too the poorly sealed wood
He fell as the crowd ran in panicked fury
The attacker walked off stage almost unnoticed... almost
she was a detective working freelance with long brown hair and more than an impressive body standing amongst the crowd but probably not the only one with a weapon
Swiftly boring of the mans honeyed words she squeezed between the human wall or at least tried too get to the restroom
Yet then disaster struck
She watched as the attacker plunged a dagger into the back of the mans neck severing his spine immediately
She took action and raced to the staircase barely noticing the warm drops of urine that slipped out into her panties
She reached the stage only to see the murderer duck behind the curtains
She sprinted after them with another spirt of urine leaking out
As soon as she rounded the corner the murderer grabbed her in a choke hold, bolting into action she flipped them over her head and on to the ground her bladder bulging crying for release
He hit the boards with a thud and quickly stood back up pointing the knife at her, she in response pulled her own weapon as a matter of reflex she stood holding the stub nose revolver, adrenaline coursing through her...and with urine running freely down her legs
The murderer stood shocked for a moment, and that was the last mistake he made as she put a round in has forehead
She relaxed a bit as her muscles loosened so did her bowels pushing a warm soft mass into her already saturated panties
She reached to feel the extent of the damages touching the seat of her pants and squishing the mess against her body by accident “shit” she murmured to herself both figuratively and literally
Swiftly brushing aside her own pride she marched forward toward the body hoping the stains and smells aren’t too clear
She squatted down rubbing the mess against her body and rummaged through the corpses pockets finding two daggers near identical to the one it was holding , and a match box
She stood up and hurried to her car
It was a rundown suv with plenty of scratches and dings she took a seat feeling the warm mess of her shame
After a quick and unpleasant ride she reached home undid the lock and walked in
She took of the black long coat she was wearing emptied her pockets and walked to her room in the mid sized house. First she slid off the plane black shirt then pulled down and stepped out of the knee length black skirt and finally she pealed off her gray leggings they were stained...badly with long tendrils of wetness all having there origin from a large dark spot between the thighs. She looks down at her panties and scoffed”pee proof huh” then looking back at the stained leggings
She cleaned up her mess and read over the packaging on her dresser it read.
“Pee proof panties five pack/ perfect for ANY mishaps”
She grabbed a clean pair and realized it was her last pair
A hot pain of embarrassment spread throughout her chest thinking back, this was the seventh time this happened but never to this extent it was always just small spirts here and there but never a full mess though it had all started last week after a car wreck it just got worse with every incident she sighed and pulled on a low cut gray shirt along with a mid length skirt just above the knees
She set her laundry in the washer, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and threw on her coat on her way out the door
Another less unpleasant car ride later she arrived at the store, it was pretty big and a member of a large chain
As she heads in she downs the last of her water and tosses it in the recycling bin
She pushes her cart through row after row grabbing some groceries a few boxes of bullets from sporting goods and a few bottles of alcohol
Then finally the last thing on her list
She had been thinking about for awhile but overcoming her pride She pushes her cart down the hygiene aisle and winces and she grabs certain product of the shelf and into her cart then heads to checkout
There was only one checkout land available and it hat three people in it she just got at the end of the line
After a minute or two of waiting she felt a certain fullness of the bladder,and despite her...track record she decided to hold it, and after about ten minutes she was about to burst and was finally getting checked out with a few beeps and an overly talkative cashier just as he finishes, he looks and says “whats with the face something wrong” just as he looks down to the item that just declined to see one twelve pack of absorbent women’s Briefes, he looks back up to see relief on her face
She was full to bursting and the loud noise of the barcode scanner declining sets her off,as at first a slow trickle soon spills out at full blast the hot urine rushing through her panties causing them to cling close to her skin... soon its done and she comes to the realization that she just pissed her self , her face reddens and she grabbed her items and rushed to the bathroom
She calmly stepped into the large stall and opened the plastic bag the “briefs” were in and pulled down her panties, thankfully her skirt seemed to be spared as she wiped up and pulled on the brief
She walked through the near empty parking lot with a minor yet still unfamiliar bulk between her legs yet she walked on, as she passed by a man he tried grabbing her and only managed to get a grip on the elastic band on her skirt
She kicked his legs out from under him the man fall still holding the skirt pulling it down with him
She sees another man out of the corner of her eye, holding a remarkably similar dagger to the ones she had in her possession but despite this mystery she was outnumbered and stepping out of her still on the ground skirt as she runs
Upon reaching her car she locked the door and speed home
Too Tired too think she ate a quick dinner took her shirt off and flopped into her bed
Chapter two
going
She woke up around seven and stiffly crawled out of bed
After a cup of coffee she looked at the situation someone killed the man at the event, whose name turned out to be Jim, that same someone probably sent those men who attacked her
And here she is sitting in her house putting these things together in only her bra and the same brief she put on yesterday
She goes to her room gets dressed in an large shirt and leggings only she looks in the mirror looks herself up and down “pretty normal” she murmured to herself as she pulls up the large shirt witch was about down to her lower thighs... to see that the Beige outside of the brief was pretty clear to see through the thin black leggings
She inspects the match box she found and notes it has the name of a club on it
On her way out she pulls on her coat and climbed in her car and made her way to the address on the match box
It was a rather seedy bar with few people speaking in hushed tones
She orders herself a drink sits down and begins watching for anyone who could be behind the murderer, after nearly 9 hours of sitting around drinking and waiting with a few bathroom breaks, finally she sees someone walk out from behind the counter from seemingly nowhere, they exit the bar and she as they climbed into there car wrote down there license plate
She having got what she needed drove home and drank to celebrate her discovery
Normal routine and she flopped in bed ditching everything but her bra and briefs
Waking up is unpleasant when you have a hangover even more so in her situation
She woke up cold and clammy and pulled her sheets off to see a large wet patch on the bed and to realize her brief was soaked” i wet the bed” she murmured to herself
And a new voice confirmed with”yes did you naughty little baby” says the voice in a seductive female tone, She turns in surprised and sees a woman sitting on a arm chair “your making a mistake investing the murder” the woman scoffed
“The names Evelyn” the women states “and your Armani correct?”Evelyn was correct
Armani quickly pulled a gun from under her bed and pointed it at Evelyn”who are you Armani asked “hey no need to go ballistic” Evelyn jokes before being shot in the kneecap
“WHAT WAS THAT FOR”Evelyn screamed
“Trespassing”Armani quickly replies “now who do you work for” she asked
Evelyn grins despite the pain” you need not to know but maybe I’ll tell you on one condition
“and what is that” Armani replied then retrained her gun to The woman’s forehead
then she noticed a small hisss was heard and upon looking at the women’s things to see a yellow liquid leaking out the women’s face contorted in embarrassment, Armani chuckled to her self but stopped mostly because of the sagging brief she was wearing so clearly
Evelyn looked Armani in the eyes and said three things” first say sorry and fix my knee, next give me a chance to clean up then”she grinned”then...make out with me”Evelyn said in an oh so seductive tone
Armani smiled”maybe I just might... shoot you in the head” a pull of the trigger and the problems were solved or at least for now Evelyn wasn’t dead only knocked out by the rubber rounds,
She grabs the unconscious body and lays her out on the bed front down only to see a large wet spot on the women’s nylon pants
Armani sighed and stripped the wet pants off of Evelyn to see emerald green silk panties saturated to the maximum
With a slightly cruel thought Armani pulled off the panties wiped her off and put a brief on her
Looking at herself she also cleaned up tossing the soggy briefs and putting on a fresh pair, she looked in the mirror as she was pulling a skirt on and thought “that was a disaster” before putting her shirt on and throwing her bed sheets to the washer
Soon Evelyn was slowly waking to find herself bound to a chair, thinking back this had not gone well for her in fact not only had she been apprehended but she pissed her self as well”what do we have here” Armani asked “ready to talk”
Evelyn only then realized she had to go to the bathroom “ok ok just let me go to the bathroom”Evelyn knew when she was beat
“ talk first” Armani replied smugly
“Fine i was sent to capture you by the or-“ she cut herself off suddenly clenching and holding her legs together
Armani grinned and kneeled down grabbed Evelyn’s legs and pulled them apart then with her other hand pressed down on The women’s abdomen and with a quick push a large bulge formed between her thighs then the mess spread throughout the brief
Armani looked and said”see you went to the bathroom now talk”
“i was sent to capture you by the organization i don’t know anything i was just in it for the money i was just following orders” Evelyn pleaded
“Fine “Armani reached for the knot at the back of the chair and let the ropes fall slack
Evelyn stood up with an unfamiliar bulk and a large mess between her legs “this feels kinda nice i could get use to this” she thought because being shoved out of the house
“ hey at least give me a skirt or something”Evelyn demanded before being shoved out the door without a word
Days four pass and Armani has a plan...
She unlocked the door and took her coat off, she had been doing smaller cases to ward off any suspecting onlookers
As per usual she striped down removing her shirt and undoing the buttons on her skirt. the usual situation had happened a car passed too quickly to recklessly clipping the back of her car and jolting a brief jet of urine loose into the brief she was wearing yet she stripped them off too and went too her dresser pulling out pair of cotton panties and looking at the package of briefs only one left she had been going through two or three a day with nine or ten small incidents a day nothing too major, though it was kind of embarrassing having to wear them but better then piss running down her thighs every time she gets startled
Just to be safe she put on three pairs of panties... it was about eight o’clock and she was sitting at the table eating her dinner in only her undergarments
After finishing up she was washing her plate off and a motorcycle speed by loudly she dropped the dish in the sink in surprise when it wore off she felt a familiar warmth
The damage wasn’t to great only one layer was wet but too be safe she put on a fourth pair of panties before bed
Chapter three
What do you believe
It was a cool morning with rays of sunshine glaring through the closed blinds
She woke up slowly and sat up “what a nice morning “ she thought sarcastically
And then with the realization that a coldness was setting in she threw off the covers and looked down to see the entire sheet was soaked through and so were the panties she wore
After mentally scolding herself for letting this happen the second time,she took all the sheets of and tossed them in the washer she took everything off and climbed into a hot bath and relaxed,
After about thirty minutes she crawled out wrapped a towel around herself and went to get dressed
She had a plan for today and she was going too dress for it
First she pulled one the last brief ,then four pairs of panties over it one of them being triple seated cotton another being one of her pee proof panties the third being laced silk the last being a pair of emerald green silk panties that felt fitting for the situation
Then she slipped into a bra with a chain mail one over it, and she slipped a small single shot .22 pistol into a small pocket of the bra
And as embarrassing as it was she pulled over the one romper like onesie and snapped it shut at the crouch
She pulled on a pair of green pantyhose and set of light gray leggings on that still had some discolored stains from last time
Then simple athletic shorts with a navy blue pleated skirt
After that she slipped a kevlar vest and a pair of shoulder holsters
A small gun in the pocket of her shorts
A side holster over the skirt with a .38 revolver
And a simple black shirt
Almost ready she grabbed an ammo bag and made sure it had at least to magazines for everything along with some first aid supplies
Then she slung a pump acton shot gun over her shoulder
She pulled on her coat and downed a bottle of water and a quick breakfast
Then she hit the road
After an hour of driving she pulled up to what was supposed to be an abandoned military base... it wasn’t abandoned
She stepped inside and quietly crepe until she grabbed a small almost unnoticeable handle in the floor”exactly where she said it would be” she thought as she lifted the handle and opened the hatch, as she creeps down the narrow staircase she feels a few drops escape into the soft padding between her legs.
But at last she reached the bottom and there was a long concrete hallway with a single woman patrolling up and down the hallway, she slipped along the shadows getting closer and closer the she simply pulled out a white handkerchief,jumped behind the guard held it over their mouth and after a second the guard fell to the ground' she rummaged through the guards equipment the only thing worth while being a taser.
She stood back up took one last look at the guard and saw the large yellow puddle that had had leaked out of the their unconscious body reminding her of a small pain form her bladder.
She pressed forward and swiftly yet near silently opened the door at the end of the hallway to see... a... ballroom with people dancing slowly in circles yet strangely completely and utterly silent. She walked through people turned there heads to look but they all had the same face it was... disturbing
Finally she reached the end there was one of these... things alone then it walked up to her then with a surprising powerful grip it began to do the same walz as everyone else she had no choice but to play along, soon she felt herself clenching as the moves of the dance became more and more extravagant until it held her close, she felt a sharp pain in her chest as the thing released her with a dagger sticking out of her chest “ but how” she wondered for she was wearing body armor, she staggered back as spirts of urine started seeping into the brief she finally fell and drifted off.
Only to wake up with her arms and legs belted to the cold metal interrogation table she laid upon. She looked at the situation she was bound to a table she still seemed to have all her weapons on her, her brief was soaked but lucky it wasn’t leaking and somehow she still felt full up. After a minute or two someone walked through the door
It was Evelyn wearing only a corset and a short pleated skirt she looked then with a gleeful expression said” hey its you again, ya know because of you i got taken off field duty and got moved to interrogator””how did you like the show...it was caused by a halogenic gas ““but hey were friends and all i mean i sent you all that information”
Armani replied “ just untie me all right”
Evelyn grinned and stated” not without some fun first” before prancing up to Armani and giggling as she pushed down on Armani’s abdomen after a brief moment both of the women heard the low hisssss as Armani slowly let it trickle out without trying to stop it but most of it stopped was stopped by the four layers of panties she wore, soon after a warm mess spilled into the leaking brief but stopped Armani felt she let enough out
Evelyn laughed and said “ lets get you cleaned up” before undoing the belts on her legs and pulling down her shorts and skirt next the leggings”you’ve pissed these before” as she removed the dry yet stained leggings then the pantyhose and she looked at the plane white snap on” oooh scandalous” as she unbuttoned the crotch piece to see emerald green silk panties...after a laughing fit from Evelyn she said “ ooh you must be pissing these worst than I use too” before removing them and the dry silk ones she wore below, then there it was the pee proof panties contained most of it along with the cotton ones “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you” she says peeling them off then at last she looked at the soaking wet brief Evelyn broke the sides before lifting them out rolled them up and tossed them in the trash bin
Armani spoke up” do you have any of these briefs” she asked shyly
Evelyn grinned and restated “ i use to wear stuff like these before that incident with you... I decided i didn’t need them it was only a intimation mission ... boy was i wrong” “then i decided to switch to something stronger”she lifted up her skirt and shows off a white pull-ups with padding all the way front and back instead of just on the bottom like the brief and a wetness indicator that showed dry...for now...Evelyn turned left and right showing off her pull-up”trust me they hold a-lot more””I’ve been having plenty of wetting lately... in fact” she lifts her skirt a little higher as she, with ease released a stream of urine while the wetness indicator turned a clear blue” I’ve been wearing them everywhere” she stated “i never have to be desperate of embarrassed again I’ve just been pissing my self whenever even if there’s a bathroom” she lets her skirt back down and says “ here lets get you one as well” she reached into a pocket and unfolded the soft fabric outside of the pull-ups then produced a bottle of talcum powder from who knows wear proceeded to powder Armani’s crotch and pull on the pull-ups Armani was ashamed too be getting changed but it did feel good having the thicker padding between her thighs
Evelyn put all of Armani clothes back on her including those emerald green silk panties that she was still laughing about
Evelyn finished uniting Armani and helped her stand back up “lets keep going”Armani proclaims and they together head deeper in the base
Soon they after sneaking through seemingly abandoned hallways they reached what looked like a large conference room
Capter four
Knifepoint
“It seems like some kind of meeting”Armani pointed out
“AND I WASENT INVITED””give me that shotgun” raged Evelyn
And so she did handing the gun to Evelyn and drawing her .44 revolver
Then all hell broke loose, the two marched through the unsuspecting crowd both weapons loaded with rubber bullets soon the fifty sixty people the were assembled were all on the ground... all except one who stood alone in the crowd the lady held a combat knife and charged
Armani held her ground as she felt the warm bulge of the absorbent material swelling between her thighs not even knowing she has pisses herself as the women took a stab with reckless abandon and immediately got pistol wiped and knocked out Armani looked and said”lets try to sneak next time now I’m going to take this uniform“Armani took off her coat shirt skirt and leggings putting everything in the bag leaving her only in the onesie, Evelyn piped up” ooh i might need to get one of those”
She slipped the uniforms big dark blue shirt and put on the uniforms pencil skirt
Evelyn laughter broke the silence as she pointed up the women Armani stripped was wearing a similar pull-up to her own, except it had cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers printed on it along with the wetness indicator that instead of being a single line was a bunch of stars disappeared one at a time depending on how wet it was...there were no stars...
Evelyn rummaged around and found in a large pouch of a utility belt two more similar ones depicting all the latest cartoon princesses “ one for you one for me” she said and gave one to Armani who did not see the appeal and shoved it in her bag “like i would ever were that” she thought
“In fact i could go for a change now”Evelyn grinned unbuttoning her skirt and letting it fall down she stepped out of the skirt and bent down to pick it up practically pointing out the large brown stain showing through her soaked pull-ups
Armani mockingly said” you couldn’t hold it” , Evelyn replied in a seductive tone” what is a girl to do” “and i know you probably didn’t hold it that well”, she had guessed correctly
Evelyn finished cleaning and powdering herself up and slipped into the childish garment before buttoning her skirt back up
“Lets go”Armani said and they pressed onward
After looking around they found what they were looking for, a windowless door with the label administrations office, Armani felt a pressure in her bowels
Upon entering they saw a lone women in a tailored suit with long pink hair staring at around twelve computer monitors each one with a different camera feed “I’ve been expecting you” the women states” “cliché” booed Evelyn
Ignoring her the women continued”you did good to make it this far for now its time to meet... your...d o o m” as the women flips out a six inch folding knife
“NOW ITS ON”Evelyn yells as she try’s to rack a shell in the shotgun only too find herself out of ammo not discouraged she flips the gun around and grabs the barrel and holds the gun like a baseball bat
The women turns to show her face... a face with one robotic eye and with elegant accuracy the throws the blade, it flys centimeters from Evelyns hip slicing the string holding the button on her skirt””missed me”Evelyn taunted only for her skirt to fall down showing the childish pull-ups “i didn’t think such childish garments came in such a size nor did i know you were such a baby” The women said with a smugness Evelyn did not respond with words but with acton ramming the stock of her shotgun into the women’s head, the women fell to her knees but recovered quickly and dive rolled behind her and slammed an open palm into the back of Evelyn’s calf Evelyn fell down and swore as the stars fade from her pull-ups along with a large brown bulge that had formed“see...all you are is a incompetent idiotic incontinent traitorous diaper wearing child” the women states with a hint of rage Armani trying to get the jump on the women took a shot with her revolver the loud bang of the shot startling a jolt of urine into the damp pull-up only for the women to cleave it in half with her knife
Armani prepared for a last stand drawing a combat knife she charged the women immediately slashed the elastic band of her skirt slicing both gun belts as well Armani slashed at the women and made a clean cut to the front of her suit causing it too fall from the women’s shoulders and hang at her hips showing off a tight sports bra
The women brought the knife down in a downward strike yet Armani dogged to the side the knife only cutting off the side of the shorts Armani wore causing them too fall to the ground
Armani slashed at the women’s hand throwing the women’s knife across the room with that the women lunged taking them both to the ground she grabbed Armani’s leggings and yanked them off along with the pantyhose but then Armani kicked her away the women got up close and managed to rip Armani‘s shirt off with her well manicured nails leaving Armani wearing nothing over the snap on onesie “a childish costume” the women scoffed as they both stood squared up
The women kicked low hitting both of the snaps then she grappled Armani and flung her over her shoulder pulling the onesie off alone with picking back up her knife and causing Armani to let out a five second long stream of urine as well at that moment Armani realized that”she was doing this on purpose”Armani could only wonder
Armani stood in only the ballistic vest and the emerald green silk panties
the women lunged and pulled the vest off of Armani then pulling down her panties as Armani pulled down the women’s pants
This left Armani in her lacy satin...and the women in a pair of pink ruffled panties that had a stain on the bottom
A brief moment of silence passed only broken by a familiar sound hisssss
They both looked down at the others crotch
The women stared at the yellow stream flowing freely from Armani’s panties
Armani stared at the long stream of urine that emanated from a clear dark splotch contrasting the vibrant pink of the ruffed panties a splotch that appeared in the same spot as the discolored stain
They both in that moment throw their knives
Almost as if in slow motion the knives collided in the air flying by and cutting through the side of the others panties
Both of the under garments fell to the ground
The women looks at Armani’s pull-up that was still leaking through “how ironic” The women thought
Armani looked down at the women’s crotch and thought “how hypocritical” as she looked at the bright pink cloth diaper that was so thick she couldn’t even put her legs together “she must have more accidents then me to be leaking through something so thick”
At last both streams stopped and they looked each others eyes and the women said “we are the same you and i we were both pissing are-selves throughout the fight we both are on the verge of messing are-selves we both woke up in a wet bed this morning we. Are. The. Same” and Armani acknowledge that everything she just said was true
*three days earlier
Chapter five
Mile
Sonia drove home after a long day at work soon she pulled up and got out of her car entered her house and stripped out of her suit and she looked in the mirror here she stood in her cloth diaper, not only that she had been so nervous one point today that she shit herself, oh the embarrassment she could swear everyone could tell, she changed out of it and cleaned herself off
She went to her drawer and disappointing only saw one diaper left, she would have to do laundry unfortunately the washer was already running
She put on the diaper had dinner and went to sleep
That night It hounded at her just because she got yelled by her superiors she shit herself her mined just kept coming back to it probably everyone could tell yet soon she drifted to sleep
She woke up and crawled out of bed with a ringing at the door she was too tired to be self aware she grabbed her mug of coffee downed most of it and went to the door not bothering to check who it was and flung it open to see a door to door salesman she panicked and came to her senses and immediately started pissing her already wet diaper
wearing nothing else besides her diaper and bra
the door to door salesman saw her fling open the door and immediately piss herself and leak onto the floor He just backed away
She shut the door in an panicking fluster”i just pissed my self in front of a random person”and in this panic she promptly sat down and tried to calm down she relaxed her muscles... all of them and she sat there as she unloaded her bladder... and her... bowls shoving a massive mess into her diaper
After ten minutes she calmed down mopped the floor and cleaned up throwing all her diapers into the washer to find she had no detergent
She never was fully toilet trained she always wet the bed and pisses herself.....constantly its just how it was...
She pulled a pair of pink ruffle panties and hoped nothing bad would happen as unprotected as she was she put on some white leggings and short shorts she climbed in her car
After a thirty minutes drive she exits her car and walks across the parking lot soon she walks in the store as she walks along she sees one of her employees about ten feet away in the hygiene aisle, it was Evelyn who looked slyly grinned lifted up her skirt revealing a slim white pull-up and Sonia watched as she began pissing herself...willingly? Sonia wondered what would make her do such a thing before Evelyn bent her knees slightly and shit herself then bent over seeming showing off and picked up a box of pull-ups she set down as well as a bottle of baby powder
Sonia decided it wasn’t her business and got detergent checked and went to the bathroom before leaving only to walk in and see Evelyn from below the stall pulling down a messy pull-up and sliding on a fresh one “ how could she not care like that anyone could see” Sonia wondered suddenly she heard the sound of the stall door being unlocked Sonia swiftly fled from the restroom and walk towards the door while nervously thinking” shes behind she will recognize me she has to be behind me she must know my secret but i cant look behind me then she will know i know” suddenly her knees locked up as a spirt of urine slipped out she clenched as hard as she could but that only made it worse as urine cascaded through her shorts down her leggings and leaving a discolored stain on her pink panties
She went home thoughtless
took the wet shorts leggings and panties off And started a load of laundry
She Put on a pair of pink panties and climbed in bed and fell asleep despite it only being noon
Sonia woke up too the same loud annoying alarm clock a quick slap was all it needed to quite down
she sat up slowly and felt a coldness, she lifted up the covers to see that the pink panties she was wearing had done nothing to stop bed wetting ... again not only that, she had shit herself in her sleep sadly this wasn’t new after a second she felt the need to go again and decided it wasn’t worth getting up, she freely released what she could of held easily the warm liquid spreading through her panties and leaking onto the bed...she laid in her mess for thirty minutes, before getting up making and eating breakfast then getting changed
Soon she laid down gave herself a heavy coating of baby powder and slipping the pink childish cloth diaper and attaching the velcro that held it on
She pulled the same pink ruffle panties as yesterday that now had an stain to remind her of that incident she put on a suit and went to work...
She watched the camera feed as the two of them ripped through her guards and finished downing her water bottle right at they finished up after a minute of Evelyn changing they entered the room she tried to be as intimidating as one can possibly be while pissing herself in fear
Chapter six
Ending
They looked each other in the eyes and Sonia charged forwards only for Armani to punch her Sonia fell onto her knees and let it go as she released a massive mess into her diaper
Only seconds later it was followed up by Armani doing the same as the tight constants of the pull-up push it against her skin
Armani sat down beside Sonia and asked “join us” “yes” she replied simply “well now we have to get out of here”Armani stated”we also all need to get changed” Sonia pointed out Sonia stood up and opened one of her desk drawers and pulled out a bag of wet wipes and a cloth diaper she changed herself while Armani woke up Evelyn” wake up” Armani said before slapping her...hard
After a few minutes they got Evelyn up to speed then she changed into a new white pull-up and Now it was Armani’s turn “ do you have anymore pull-ups” she asked “nope” Evelyn replied sassily” you just have to wear the princess one” Evelyn finished Armani cleaned up but felt ashamed to be putting on the colorful pull-up yet she found it strangely attractive she put it on grabbed all the clothes on the floor only bothering to put on the onesie soon they departed headed for Armani’s house
When they got there Armani gathered all her stuff and loaded it into the suv soon they were bound for Sonia’s home in which there were moving into” your house was on the map you will be safer here”as they pulled up in front of a large house they upon entering they Evelyn and Armani stood in awe of the overly fanciful house Armani stood and didn’t particularly notice the urine flooding out with a hissssss Evelyn looked over and said”that impressive huh” Armani only then felt the wetness between her thighs she blushed with embarrassment “i see were your coming from” Evelyn said with a hissss of her own
After an hour of two Evelyn went to the store to get some things and Armani finished getting everything moved in then she laid down on the couch and took a nap
Armani is awoken with a sharp pain and felt a mess entering her pull-up she looked up to see Evelyn had been pushing down on her abdomen “what was that for” she asked “nothing in particular” Evelyn replied just we’ve have been told to lay low for about a month, also catch” she says tossing a 115 pack of pull-ups “for you”
* a month later*
Armani entered the building to see Evelyn lounging about”rough day?” She asked mocking the large wet spot on her pants and had a leaking pull-up
“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to”Armani stated before walking off to her room
Armani had another lead on the case but first she needed to clean up first...
she walked over to the dresser she kept her pull-ups in she found it to be near empty only two left she didn’t think she went through them so quickly she only used four or five a day and often one at night and she had pretty regular accidents but rarely messed “ehh “she thought “it won’t be a problem as she put on the second to last one and shoved to other in her bag along with a pair of panties just in case
She put on some clothes threw on her coat and called” i will be back in a few
She walked out the door and drove off
Whey they had asked Sonia what she knew about the murder she proclaimed that she only organized it she had no part in the motive
Armani Was driving lone forest roads on a cold day to a hidden outpost she only saw the coronets to coronets that she saw while looking through Sonia’s computer
She stepped out of the car and immediately felt a chill run through her body
but sure enough she found a door to a concrete bunker she made sure her revolver was loaded she placed the explosives by the door lit the fuse and dived for cover she landed unsure if it had it properly only for the blast boom through the empty forest, causing a pleasant warmth too grow between her thighs...
she stood up and stepped past the rubble of the door she shivered seeing that it was only colder down there she descended down the damp concrete stairs
She came to a door with the temperature being about thirty degrees and a clamminess settling in where the fabric of the pull-up had been saturated none the lest she cracked the door to see only only one guard who was wearing a heavy button-up one piece jumpsuit the guard Strangely the guard had a look of desperation with her eyes close and her jaw clenched the women twisting and pushing her legs together in a attempt to hold it in “she must be desperate”
she took aim at said guard and she tensed up she pulled the trigger a small amount of urine leaking out and then...click the gun misfired, Armani felt the urine flood and leak out of her pull-up while the women turned only to see Armani and a brief expression of fear ran across her face before a wave of relief “she must not piss herself very often” Armani thought
The women held the face of simple relief for a minute Armani looked down at the women’s crotch to see no wetness “this job must require her to wear a diaper”Armani considered as the guard seeing Armani blushed violently her face red with embarrassment she just fell over and passed out with shame
Armani walked up and unbuttoned the jumpsuit to she too see she was wearing regular panties but they were soaked through with a large mess in the back, she looked to see that the suit itself had what looked like a cloth diaper built in between the legs
Armani looked around to find a locker with a identical jumpsuit “this could be useful”Armani though as she shoved it in her bag in said locker she also found a bag of wet wipes that she used to clean up and change into her last pull-up she slipped it one the fabric being cold against her skin
She continued down a long hallway finally entering a room with a long row of cells only for a swift all oxygen cut off from her brain she collapsed the women stood over Armani’s unconscious body “suspect apprehended” she said into a radio
she noticed a puddle leaking out and lifted up Armani’s skirt “place her in cell six B” “and bring her a diaper change”
Evelyn laid about bored and alone in the large house wearing only her undergarments and a childishly printed pull-up she decided too snoop around some
She came too Sonia’s room and began rummaging in her drawers Evelyn laughed loudly and she looked in Sonia’s bottom drawer “all of her panties and diaper are pink” she says cracking up see sees a pair different from to rest... a dark blue pull on swim diaper “oh i have to try this on” she says along with grabbing a pink bikini top from her room she took off her wet pull-up and slipped a clean one with the swim diaper over it she put on a bikini top and despite to being fifty degrees she dived in and stayed perfectly dry she swam back up and took a deep breath then swam to the bottom “now for the final test” she thought as she flooded into the diaper she felt a stark contrast between the cold water and the warmth between her thighs she was happy” wait till I put one on Armani” she said only half joking
Sonia stood yelling at one of her employees ‘what do you mean you lost it” she demanded in her most intimidating voice as a steady flow of urine was absorbed by her diaper.“ i must of been pick pocketed or something the hard drive was in my pocket one second gone the next” the employee stated in a panic squirming“please don’t fi-“ she was cut off by a long hissss as she jammed her legs together in a attempt to stem the flow the employee drooped her head in shame “I’m sorry i yelled” Sonia said apologizing “go get yourself cleaned up and take the day off “Sonia said “can you keep a secret “Sonia asked, the women nodded Sonia stood up and pulled down her pants and undergarments giving the women a flash of her wet pink cloth diaper before pulling her pants back up
The women smile and thanked Sonia on her way out
Only minutes later a video call appeared on all her screens “ have you apprehended the targets yet Sonia” the voice asked menacingly “no i have not” Sonia replied while pissing herself violently “do so swiftly” and the call ended
Sonia hoped they didn’t notice the urine that was still running down her legs
Armani slowly opened her eyes as she began recollecting what lead her here soon she snapped awake she was suspended form the ceiling about ten feet above the ground held up by two long elastic ropes connected to a harness she was wearing that had belts holding each thigh connected to a belt on her hips similar too what a bungee jumper would use the only difference being the locks holding it on she also noticed the new pull-up she was wearing that depicted cartoonish cheerleaders wearing oversized diapers she felt embarrassed that not only someone had changed her that they put that on her, it was dry... for now
She soon realized her hands were gripped onto two handles on the elastic rope as soon as she released them for a moment she held shakily upright until something hit her in the back shooting urine into the aforementioned pull-up she flipped upside down and swinging back and forth before she saw the guard that must of captured her who was wearing a jumpsuit that must of been the guards uniform “so your awake” the guard said joyfully “ i haven’t reported your capture to headquarters yet... lets talk first” she says Armani looked and said” have i seen you before”
The women laughed” i was about to bring that up you the one who stole me uniform off my unconscious body and left me to be A LAUGHINGSTOCK” she raged
“Now its my turn” she hits a button on a small remote the ropes expand and contract swinging Armani around each sharp turn shooting a little more urine into the pull-up
And it stops leaving Armani hanging upside down and finally lets loose as a yellow streams run out of the top of the pull-up down her chest and thankfully missing her head
“WHO IS THE BABY NOW” the guard screamed maniacally
As Armani hung upside down she slowly and inconspicuous reached into a hidden pocket and pointed the small pistol at the guard the pistol made a quiet crack as the small bullet stuck the remote the cables released Armani hit the ground with a dive roll swiftly upper cutting the guard knocking her to the ground
Sonia arrived home to see Evelyn laying back in the pool she walked up Evelyn looked and said” drink too much at the office?” In a snarky tone
“if you made a mess in then pool your cleaning it” Sonia scolded she couldn’t see what Evelyn was wearing “you want a peek” Evelyn said seductively before strutting out of the pool showing off the blue swim diaper that had a large bulge in the back
“Is that-” “yes”” did you-“ “also yes” “have you seen-“” she left””want me to join you””.......yes”
Sonia stepped inside went to her room peeled off her wet pants and slid down her panties, she sighed and looked in the mirror, the bottom of the diaper was soaked through...it was shameful.
She put on a fresh cloth diaper then slid on the swim diaper they really didn’t absorb that much and were covers more than anything else
She put on a matching blue tie on bikini top and a swim skirt she looked out the window her room was on the third floor with a balcony above the pool
She stood atop the railing bent her knees and jumped
as she fell everything felt like slow motion as she fell through the air her bladder released... so did her bowls.
Armani swiftly reached into a pocket of the dazed women’s the jumpsuit and pulled out what seemed to be a spare remote she set a 30 minute timer on it and in a cruel twist tore the guards jumpsuit off too see her beige panties it looked like she had been relying on the jumpsuit based of the countless resent stains but they were dry
lowered another harness down and latched it on the guard clicking the lock shut and shoved the key into her shirt pocket
the guard jolted up only too see the spare remote on the ground then to see Armani step on the raise max button and both began being pulled by the powerful winches hundreds of feet above them
They stopped at forty feet the limit they would go with someone in them
“Now here’s a fight” Armani said as she started swinging back and forth
The guard said nothing as she twisted her legs together “I wish I was wearing a diaper” she thought nervously
soon Armani swung back and put her feet forward hitting the guard with a massive kick
the guards hands would of immediately shot to her crotch if not for the fact she had to hold on to the handles to stay upright tears rolled from her eyes as Armani watched as the nice beige color of her panties swiftly formed into a dark spot it was all clear too see the harness not helping and it covered nothing urine ran down her legs as she lost all control in a clear display of defeat she went limp no longer holding her legs together let a mess push clearly push into her panties
Armani just let go in her pull-up she had no point trying to hold it for twenty more minutes
Sonia hit the water the... contents of her diaper settled down
Evelyn looked starstruck “Did you just-“ “yes””are you-“ yeah””did you p-“shamefully”yes and yes”
They both settled down in the pool and relaxed
Armani hung there”only ten minutes left” she thought as the other women hung there limp Armani watched as more urine freely spilled out rewetting her panties Armani also felt more urine get absorbed into the near full pull-up as suddenly she felt a jerk so did the guard as she lifted her head up they began lowering soon they hit base the harnesses unlocked automatically the guard seemed to disappear
Armani took off the pull-up rolled it up and tossed it into the corner of the room she did a full search of the abandoned jumpsuit the the sewn in diaper was soaked and a single hard drive was found she slipped it into her shirt pocket she found her bag right outside the room she choose too just put on her panties a pair of emerald green silk panties
Armani found most of her things that had been stuffed in her bag sadly it lacked one thing...pants
she left the same way she came
Evelyn and Sonia had been relaxing in the pool when Armani’s car pulled up and she ran inside “was she wearing and pants” Evelyn asked “well neither are we” Sonia replayed jokingly “it’s about time to get out””yeah”
Armani rushed to the nearest computer not even bothering to get cleaned up she slammed the hard drive in and opened it up...it was a text file with a long chunk of numbers and some orders she input the numbers into a maps program and the spot showed...in the middle of a lake nine hours away
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 I even got a plastic seat cover and everything.
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 but no matter how much she squeezed 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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To most people, Sarah would seem like an everyday girl. Aged 28, with golden hair, average height and average weight she was what most people would describe as a typically pretty girl. There was one thing most people didn't know. Sarah had always had a pee fetish. Right since puberty she had always found her self turned on by either holding or wetting her self. Now she was 28, she'd had near enough 15 years practice. She felt that she was definitely one of the sneakiest wetters in the country, if not the world! There was nothing she enjoyed more, than a hot sneaky wetting in a risky scenario where she might get caught. Today was of course no different. Todays plan was to wet her self whilst walking her dog. A perfect public soaking.
It was 8am, Sarah woke up and drank a nice large coffee. She knew she had to get her bladder filled nice and fast as she was planning her naughty wetting for her morning dog walk. Her walk usually took place around the local forest trail. There were plenty of places to hide, but Sarah being so naughty would opt for a much more obvious location near the entrance to the park. She set a task of then completing her dog walk without being noticed that she had wet her self. Quite the challenge when there would be plenty of people passing by!
The first task was choosing what to wear. Standing at her wardrobe she muttered to her self.
"Hmmm what should a girl, who's planning to pee her self, wear?"
She felt her pussy tingle with excitement as she grabbed a pair of lacey panties.
"Nice! Clingy and tight!." She thought to her self as she grabbed her self a nice pair of tight black leggings. It was a cold day so she would definitely be layering up. Of course, the main challenge was to find something that would entirely hide a full wetting!
She slid her leggings up and pulled them up nice and tight. She then grabbed a red jumper and pulled it on. The next part was the clever part. A coat would be required due to the weather, so she grabbed her long black overcoat. This coat was perfect, it was long enough to reach her knees and would give her almost total coverage, hiding any wetness hidden beneath. Once she was happy with her clothing selection it was time to pick her shoes! Now, one thing that Sarah wasn't bothered about was soaking her shoes. She had plenty of them, and a sneaky wetting here or there was a good excuse to throw a pair out! She grabbed a lovely pair of furr lined knee high boots and gently slid her cute little feet into them. The soft furr tickled her bare toes as she put them on and she giggled a little as she imagined how naughty they would feel soaking wet! She checked her self out in the mirror, her outfit was perfect! The boots reached high enough up her legs to meet the bottom of her coat. No one would see how naughty she was being!
By the time Sarah left the house she had a rather full bladder. She began her walk in the cool winter air, satisfied that she was wearing the perfect sneaky clothes. Every step she took her bladder jiggled in her lower tummy. Her delicate pussy tingled with the excitement of knowing she was soon going to be soaking her self in public. Her soft little feet were all cosy and warm in her boots.
After 20 minutes of walking Sarah reached the car park. There were a few people wandering around with dogs but it was definitely not too busy. Not for Sneaky Sarah anyway. She stood her self at the front gate entrance to the trail and waited until the coast was clear. Sarah loved to tease her self. The wetting would be slow and sensual. Little spurts let out one at a time, each one trickling around between her cute pussy lips and rewarming her clinging tight panties.
She glanced around and let the first one go. The warmth spread fast between her legs. Forwards and backwards under her pussy. She shivered with excitement and her clit tingled. Again she glanced around and once she was sure no one was about, let another hot spurt out. She felt this leak trickle slightly down the inside of her thighs and she quivered with excitement. A dog walker appeared around the corner of one of the trails and Sarah smiled. She always found it incredible how turned on she got by knowing she was wet when others had no idea!
As soon as they had passed she released another warm spurt. This time it trickled further down. She could feel the sides of her knees were now wet and her panties and leggings between her tighs were nicely saturated.
"Time to start walking" she thought to her self. She had another quick glance around and began walking into the forest trail. Each step turned her on even more as her tight wet panties rubbed against her pissy pussy. She could feel her wet leggings clinging tightly to her thighs and this only added to her arousal.
Around 10 minutes passed. Her bladder was still very full despite the few naughty leaks she had already released. Each step teased her and tormented her already tingling little clit. She passed a couple of dog walkers and they both smiled. Everyone was nice and friendly round here, just the way she liked it. It was at this point that the dog decided to stop to have a pee. Sarah quickly looked around. No one was about. She would pee for as long as her dog!
She released her pee hole muscles and the warmth instantly spread throughout her panties and leggings. A hot flow trickled down the inside of both her legs and started to get the insides of her boots damp. The dog stopped peeing, and Sarah clamped off the flow. With her pussy now soaked again she continued her walk, still smiling at passers by. She felt so naughty knowing that no one knew about the situation going on under her long coat and in her sexy knee high boots! How dirty she was being!
Sarah continued her walk. She could feel the sides of her warm wet boots rubbing against her wet leggings around her calves. Each step she took her wet panties tickled her more. Each time her little dog stopped to pee, Sarah would do the same. Gradually she released trickle after trickle, constantly re-wetting her damp lacey panties until finally, the perfect spot!
She had found her self in a large opening, bladder full, and pussy throbbing she leaned her self against a fence. She looked around one last time and released. The hot flood of pee poured into her panties, down her legs and drenched her sexy boots, bathing her beautiful feet in hot pee! A wave of pleasure rolled over her and her pussy throbbed with excitement! She continued looking around and snook her hand down the front of her leggings and panties and gently massaged her soaking wet puffy little lips. Her fingers slid over he piss soaked clit and each time she touched it she nearly squirted in her panties too!
Someone came walking out from one of the tracks. She quickly slid her hand back out from between her legs and held onto the fence. Luckily thw walker hadn't noticed! The thrill of it made her pussy quiver with excitement as the person walked passed, totally unaware of the fact Sarah was drenched in her warm pee!
As soon as they had gone, Sarah began her long walk back back home. It would take at least 45 minutes if she walked quickly. 45 minutes of pure heaven as her pissy panties clung to her pussy and her soft feet splashed around in her boots. Every person she passed she smiled and politely said good morning as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. No one suspected a thing. Not even as her boots made wet splashing noises with each step. People just assumed it was the gravel and mud under her feet!
She reached the car park. The next part of the walk would be the most exposed. All the way back home along normal roads, tonnes of cars going passed.
"Here we go!" She thought to her self as she hurried out onto the main road. Feet splashing loudly in her pee filled boots. "Just 10 minutes to go!" She walked with quite a pace. Each step she felt the pee squishing around her beautiful feet and her lacey panties rubbing against her soaked little clit! She was in heaven! She could feel waves of pleasure eminating from her quivering pussy, but her focus on getting home did enough to numb the pleasure and prevent a full on orgasm! She passed person after person, all going about their days, none of them aware that the beautiful girl that just passed them was soaked with her own hot pee and on the edge of orgasmic explosion.
Sarah arrived back home. She hurried her key into the lock and dived into the house. The dog rushed off and she hurried into the kitchen. A neat pile of clothes lay folded on the kitchen table. Her naughtyness hadn't finished just yet. She pulled her coat off and then unzipped her boots and slid her soaked feet out. A puddle formed around her feet on the floor as she tipped the pee out of them. Slowly she pealed off her wet leggings and stood on them on the floor. She grabbed the front of her lacey panties and pulled them up tight, squishing her clit under the tight pissy fabric and giving her self a little front wedgie. She then pealed them down and stood naked and barefoot on her soaked clothes.
"You've been a very naughty girl!" She whispered as she looked at her glistening pussy. "Naughty girls get punished!" She gently slapped her wet pussy, catching her throbbing clit with the tip of her finger! She shivered as the pain tingled her quivering pussy.
"Dirty pussies get punished!" She thought as she picked her pissy panties back up and slid them back up over her wet lips! She pulled the cold fabric tight against her pussy and then grabbed a pair of fresh leggings. She slid into them one pissy leg at a time and pulled them up tight. Finally she grabbed her fluffy slippers and slipped her still glistening wet feet into them before grabbing her pussy tightly and muttering.
"You're a dirty girly aren't you! You love staying all pissy don't you?!" As she looked at her self in the mirror in the hallway. Sarah, being the dirty girly she was, refused to clean up her messy little pussy and wet little feet until late that night. Enjoying the fact she spent a whole 10 hours with a little pissy pussy between her legs! |
It was a Saturday in June. Sarah was in a naughty mood yet again. She was up for some very sneaky pee fun once again. The weather was beautiful and the local park was calling. Today was going to be good fun!
Sarah woke up around 9am. She got her self a large mug of tea and gulped it down, followed by a big glass of orange juice. Filling her bladder was top priority for todays naughty fun. Looking outside it was clear that today was going to be a hot day. Perfect for naughty sneaky pees!
Once she had finished breakfast she had a quick shower. She always loved the idea of showering before a wetting day, it felt so naughty to be cleaning her self up only to be soaking her self with pee soon after! Once dry she stood in front of her wardrobe and started picking clothes. Today would be an easy day to choose for. She quickly grabbed a nice blouse top and then a lovely knee length ruffled skirt.
"Long enough to hide any naughty leaks, short enough to pull out from under my bum when I sit." She thought to her self as she pulled it from the wardrobe.
Next was her choice of panties. She wanted something that would dry nicely so she grabbed her self a pair of sports style panties designed to dry quick and slid them up over her delicate pussy.
"You're going to be a right messy girly today!" She whispered to her self as she pulled them over her puffy lips.
Finally was the choice of shoes. This was an easy choice. She quickly grabbed a pair of cute leather ballet flats and slid them onto her delicate feet. What a naughty day she had planned!
Once she was dressed Sarah decided to head down to the local park. She took a couple of bit 1l bottles of water in her bag, a nice big book to read, and plenty of fruit and lunch to eat. She was planning to spend quite some time being a naughty girly today! Who know how long she'd be capitivated by her book. She was prepared for the long haul!
Walking down to the park she passed many people. There were people walking dogs, children playing, mothers taking their newborns down to the park for a walk. It was a totally normal day for most people. Who would know that Sarah would be out there, purely to enjoy the thrill of publicly soaking her panties!
Once at the park, Sarah found her self a nice empty park bench and sat her self on it. She made sure to keep her skirt out from under the cute bum and slid her self forward to the front of of the bench. She glanced around and released her first leak. The pee spread fast between her puffy lips and then splashed through the fabric of her panties onto the grass below. A wave of excitement rolled over her and she smiled to her self. What a dirty girly she was being, she'd only been there 2 minutes and already her pussy was a little wet mess!
Sarah continued reading, constantly sipping at one of her huge water bottles. The pressure was gradually building in her bladder and she knew it wouldn't be long before she'd have to start slowly releasing it. As she got about half way through the first bottle someone walked passed. As they did she released a huge spurt of hot pee into her panties again. The heat spread fast and she tingled all over. Her pussy throbbing again with the naughty pleasure of peeing her self so close to someone totally unaware! Again she sipped at her water and continued reading as if something had happened. She crossed her legs and felt the wet panties squeeze tight against her pissy lips sending a shiver up her back.
After around 30 minutes of sitting on the bench Sarah decided she was going to get more comfortable and sit on her picnic blanket. She found a nice spot in the sun and placed the blanket down and settled her self onto it, making sure not to accidentally tuck her skirt under her bum. As soon as she had sat down she released yet another big leak. Enough to leave a tiny little wet patch on the blanket. She moved her skirt out the way to inspect the damage before glancing around to make sure no one had seen up her skirt. Luckily no one was about! Over the next hour Sarah repeatedly let little dribbles out into her panties, contstantly enjoying the warmth around her pussy and knowing no one would be able to see what was going on under her skirt. By the time she next moved there was a wet patch the size of a big football on her blanket and she was wary that people may see.
She stood up quickly, folded up the blanket and moved back onto the park bench. Again she sat perched on the edge of the wooden seat with her pussy slightly over the front of it to allow the pee to fall straight down from her panties. She spread her legs slightly and crossed her feet so they were directly under her pussy, then let out a big leak. It splashed down from her panties over her pretty feet in her ballet flats. She tingled with excitement as she felt it run down her soft soles and pool around her cute toes.
"Wow I'm naughty!" She thought to her self as she sat with little wet panties and shoes on. It was at this point she decided to get even naughtier.
Sarah stood up and packed her stuff back into her bag and began walking around the park. She knew there was a quiet area where not too many people visited so she headed there. Each step she took she felt her pretty littles toes splash around in her wet ballet flats. Luckily they didn't show any wetness and she was sure no one had noticed.
As soon as she felt secluded enough she had a quick look around to make sure no one was about and then instantly released her bladder muscles. A flood of pee cascaded through her panties, down her sexy legs and soaked her cute feet. She clamped off the flow after about 15 seconds and hurried along, her feet making obvious splashing noises in her ballet flats. Having made her way back to the sunny grass area she threw her still damp blanket back down, sat her self down and slid her ballet flats off to let them dry in the sun. Her cute feet dried quickly in the cool breeze and sunlight and her panties began to dry nicely under her skirt as well. That was until she let another huge spurt go just to re-soak her drying pussy.
It was after another 2 hours of reading and slowly leaking spurt after spurt that Sarah decided to head home. She stood up, slid her cute feet into her now dry ballet flats and folded up her wet blanket before steadily walking back along the gravel pathway. She still had a half full bladder, there was no way she was going to waste it. As soon as the coast was clear she released her bladder muscles, she continued to walk as the hot pee cascaded down her sexy bare legs and again re-soaked her cute ballet flats and feet. The pee lasted for around 30 seconds, enough to leave a nice wet trail on the gravel behind her. She hurried on out of the park with her pissy panties clinging tightly to her throbbing pussy and her feet splashing in her shoes.
The walk home felt amazing. She was surprised how fast her feet dried in ballet flats. Most of the pee splashed out, the rest dried because of the sun and the wind. Her sports panties were also quick to dry.
"Perhaps I could do one more naughty thing!" She thougth to her self as she walked through the high street. "Perhaps I could go and have a nice glass of wine in a pub garden. Surely no one would be able to tell I have spent the last 5 hours with pissy panties on! I don't smell that bad!"
Sarah hurried to the nearest pub that she knew had a garden. She bought a drink and then settled her self outside on a bench in the sun. She slowly drank through her drink whilst reading yet more chapters of her books. Her feet and pussy both now dry, she decided one more naughty little pee wouldn't hurt. There were people all over the pub garden. Luckily they were all busy in conversation or distracted by books etc. She released a spurt, then another, followed by a total released of her built up pee. What a naughty girly she had been today.
Walking home pushed the time she had spent in pissy panties to over 6 hours. She reached her house and went inside. This time, Sarah had no intention at all of changing her pissy clothes. She grabbed a big bottle of cider from the fridge and head out into the back garden, her pussy and feet all pissy still. 6 hours was nothing to her. She was used to spending far longer with a pissy pussy than that! Besides, she still had half her book to finish! |
Started off enjoying writing this one. Kinda lost interest about a 1/3 of the way in. Hopefully it's a good enough read still though.
It was the weekend after Sarah had last had wetting fun in the park. She was trying to think of things to do and suddenly came up with the idea of going for a nice long bike ride! She hadn't ridden her bike for a month of two and wanted to take off around the city exploring! This would also be the perfect opportunity for some naughty pee fun!
She made sure she was well hydrated, packed a back pack with food and a couple of big bottles of water and then got changed into some nice sneaky clothes! Today she decided to wear a pair of lacey panties, a lovely short black skirt, and a cute pair of converse. She gently touched her pussy and then slid her panties up over her lovely clean lips.
"It'll be a while before those are pulled down again!" She thought to her self as she slid them up over her cute pussy.
Up came the skirt and then she gently slid her delicate bare feet into her converse. She hated the look of socks with converse and at the end of the day, they'd no doubt bet getting soaked with pee anyway so what did it matter if she wore socks!
As she was getting the bike out of the shed she decided to prepare her self for her naughty ride. Sarah squatt down in her back garden and let one nice quick little leak out into her lacey panties. They saturated very quickly and 95% of her pee just splashed straight through them.
"Perfect quick drying panties!" She thought to her self as she stood back up feeling her pussy lips squeezing the fabric between them.
Sarah wheeled her bike through to the side alley of the house and shut the gate behind her. She threw one leg over the bike and stood just in front of the saddle and then re-arranged her panties that had tried to give her a pissy front wedgie.
As she sat her self onto the saddle her wet panties were forced against her pissy pussy. She tingled with excitement and wriggled around a bit, massaging her wet pussy on the seat.
"Whoever invented bikes designed them for girls to be wet on!" She thought to her self as she began to pedal down the road. She rode along for about 15 minutes, her bladder already rather full before letting go of her first naughty leak. She released her bladder muscle and felt the hot jet of pee spray into her panties, instantly blocked and spread out by the saddle! She made a cute giggle noise as she felt the hot pee massaged against her puffy lips! She was throbbing down there already! How had she not done this before?!
10 minutes or so passed, her pussy cooling down due to the breeze and her panties begining to dry, she decided it was time to warm her self back up again. This time she peed for longer! The pee splashed down the inside of her bare thighs and trickld down the insides of her calf. Just enough to give her little wet trickles down by legs. By now her pussy was really excited. She could feel her wet little clit throbbing and rubbing against the inside of her panties as she pedalled.
She decided she had to stop for a while and let her self calm down. The pleasure was getting close to making her orgasm and she couldn't be doing that in broad daylight in public! She rode slowly into a local park got off the bike. She pulled her blanket out from her bag, put it down on the grass and sat her self down. It was definitely time for a nice big drink, so she gulped down about 500ml of cool water. Perfect for filling her bladder back up to capacity.
Whilst she was sat on the blanket letting her self calm down she took the chance to kick her converse off and let her cute toes get some cool breeze too. She admired her little feet, wiggling her little toes. She had always loved how cute her feet were.
As soon as she felt she had calmed down enough she slid her converse back on and hopped back on the bike. Sitting on the sadle pressed her cool damp panties firmly against her pussy once again and she shivered with excitement. It wouldn't be long until she was borderline orgasm again!
As she was leaving the park she noticed it was rather quiet, no one was about! Perfect. She released her bladder once again, this time she continued to pedal whilst allowing the hot pee to just splash down her legs for about 20 seconds! She could feel it trickling over her ankles and pouring down into her converse and running under her soft soles.
"Woopsie!! Got my cute toes all warm and wet!" She teased as she continued riding as if nothing was happening!
Every minute of riding was bringing Sarah closer to accidental orgasm. Her pussy had been wet now for around 45 minutes and she was tingling like crazy! Not to mention the amazing feeling of her cute toes splashing around in her converse! How naughty she was being!
Another 10 minutes of riding and time for another release. Once again she let go of her pee. This time she had no intention of stopping. A torrent of pee flooded from her pussy, poured down her sexy legs and totally soaked her converse. She was so visible to passers by, they must have clearly seen what was going on but Sarah, in her state of near orgasm had little to no care about whether she was seen. She found her self a nice quiet road and just pedalled like mad. Each press on the pedal she felt her pee splashed around her soft little feet, her pussy was rocking side to side on the saddle, massaging her pee soaked lips with her soaked panties! She was in heaven!
She found her self in a nice quiet part of the city. She wanted to see if she could orgasm on a bike whilst riding! It was time to find out. This focused carefully on the feeling of the soaked panties pressed into her pussy, her beautiful toes all hot and wet, and her throbbing clit being pressed firmly into the saddle of the bike. Each time she pedalled she made sure to move her weight side to side, rubbing her pussy hard against the saddle. Slowly but surely she brought her self closer to orgasm with each movement. Until suddenly, the waves of pleasure grew more intense!
"oooh godd!!!" She whispered as she felt her clit pulsate with pleasure. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come in my panties!"
Finally a powerful wave overcame her, she quickly stopped the bike and spread her legs a bit, before erupting with pleasure! Her pussy throbbed like craze as it squirted hard into her panties making a mess of the frame of her bike. Her legs were almost jelly with the pleasure and she found it hard to stay upright! The wave slowly subsided, allowing her self to regain some composure. Eventually she was able to focus. She didn't want her panties all sticky so she quickly hopped off her bike, pushed it to nearby alley way and squat down.
"Wow this is dirty even for me! Who'd have thought I'd be washing my sticky panties and pussy with my own pee!" she thought as she purposely wet her self yet again to "freshen up" her panties.
As she walked with her bike she could feel her sexy feet splashing inside her drenched converse.
"Poor little toes and pussy! You're going to be all wet for a while yet. We have a 50 minute ride home now!" She thought as she sat her self back on the wet saddle for the long ride home.
Of course, when Sarah reached home it didn't mean she would be changing her panties! She was in a naughty mood after all! |
Mary pulled her white shirt down over her bra. Her breasts had almost doubled now that she was 5 months along with her 3rd child, this time with her new man. She was hoping to get today over with. She knew from her previous pregnancies, that she hadn’t had to hold her pee all morning, that was a myth, at least for her doctor. She did, however, need to make sure she had a full bladder at her ultrasound appointment, and by now, she certainly was. She had on a pair of stretchy jeans her sister had bought her for pregnant girls. Underneath, she had on a regular pair of red cotton panties. She poured her coffee and left.
“I’ll just drink slowly” Merideth told herself. She had to pee, but she had to have her coffee more. She got into her car and began the ten minute trip across town to her doctor for her ultrasound appointment.
“Shit” Mary said as she stop at yet another red light and took a sip of her coffee
“Okay, I’m awake. I need to really watch how much of this I drink. I already need to piss like crazy” Mary said out loud to herself.
Mary continued on her short trip. Her need, it felt, getting worse and worse by the minute. About a block from her doctor, she hit another red light.
“Ugh of all the times to hit every red light!” She exclaimed. As she had one hand on the wheel and the other in her crotch, feverishly tapping her foot.
Finally the light turned green and Mary stepped on the gas, pulling in to the parking lot moments later. Mary took a deep breath and collected herself as not to leak as she got out of the car, her need was that bad. She had timed it up to get there right at 10:15 when her appointment started, she hoped it wouldn’t take too long and she could finally empty her bladder. Mary hurried inside to the check in desk
“Hi I’m here for an ultrasound with Doctor Janet. My appointment is right now” Mary told the receptionist, trying to hint to her to hurry it along.
“Ah yes. Hello Mary! Doctor Janet is in with a patient right now who had a bit of an emergency” the receptionist told her. All Mary could think of was “ive got an emergency too!” As she shuffled her legs behind the desk. “Please fill out these forms before the doctor sees you”.
“About how long is Doctor Janet going to be?” Mary questioned.
“As long as you have your paperwork filled out, she should be with you in 15 minutes”
“15 minutes??” Mary asked with a worried tone.
“Give or take” the receptionist replied. “Can I help who’s next?”
The look of panic on Mary’s was unmistakable. She knew from her previous pregnancies that these things cannot be rushed. She remembered her second pregnancy when she wet herself in the car on the way to the appointment. She had planned better this time... or so she thought. As she sat down to begin filling out the paperwork, the pressure on her bladder intensified. Mary could hardly focus, misspelling simple things like her place of employment. All she could think about was her need to pee which had gotten worse and worse and worse. She was really regretting that coffee.
As she watched the clock tick by, the minutes felt like hours. She remembered her friend Caty telling her how, after an embarrassing accident during her first ultrasound appointment, she had began wearing thin pull ups to the doctor to protect against leaks or floods. Mary wished she’d had followed that advice as she gripped her pussy. Things were getting really bad now. Mary crosses and uncrossed her legs, she couldn’t sit still. She knew, again from previous experience, that with the added weight on her bladder, there would be no leaks. Once it came there was going to be now stopping. Ten minutes had gone by, Mary got up and began pacing around the room, hoping that it would help her excruciating need, but it didn’t. She sat back down and looked at the clock, it had been 15 minutes and still no sign of her doctor. Mary sat, squirmed In a panic and near tears. She was beginning to sweat from her need to go being so bad. 20 minutes, still no doctor. Her bladder was on the brink and she needed to make a decision. Suddenly, She felt a leak. It was slow and weak but Mary was not going to risk it. She shot up, still leaking, and waddled to the reception desk.
“Excuse me, where is the bathroom? I’m sorry but I can’t hold it this is an emergency” Mary begged
“You realize ma’am, that if you urinate you will have to reschedule?” The receptionist asked.
Mary has no time for questions. “Yes! I can’t fucking hold it why do you think I’m asking! I’m gonna pee anyways so it will either be on the floor or in the toilet like I can’t wait any longer so please where is the bathroom!” Mary asked, now unashamedly holding her piss in with two hands.
“Through this door. Go right, walk down then go left it will be the last door on the right”
Mary took off through the door, going as fast as she could, leaking with every step. She felt her undies getting wetter and wetter as she got closer. Finally, as Mary turned the corner, disaster struck. Her poor pregnant bladder could hold on no longer. Mary froze in her tracks as the floodgates opened. Her pent up puss poured in a torrent into her panties forming an unmistakable wet spot on her crotch and ass as it ran down the front, back, and inside of her legs, changing the color of her jeans and soaking into her shoes and socks and forming a large puddle beneath her feet. Finally, her bladder was empty and her pants were soaked thoroughly. Just as her stream slowed to a trickle, then to a dribble and stopped, a handsome male nurse rounded the corner. Mary flushed with embarrassment
“Ma’am are you alright?” The nurse asked.
“I’m sorry” Mary said fighting back tears. “I had to be full for the doctor and I couldn’t help it. I almost made it but I just couldn’t hang on” Mary informed him.
“Well why don’t you come with me, we will help you get cleaned up” he held Mary by the hand and led her into a back room where there was a bathroom with more privacy. The nurse grabbed a towel from the upper shelf and gave it to Mary as another nurse, a female this time, entered.
“Is everything ok dear?” The older woman asked Mary.
“Yeah. I just have to get cleaned up and call my fiancé for new pants” she said, half giggling at her own predicament.
“No need for that sweetie. This isn’t the first time something unfortunate like this has happened here”
The nurse handed Mary a pair of red sweatpants.
“This our yours. We keep them here for just this reason”
Mary went into the bathroom and took of her drenched pants and underwear. Grabbing a paper towel, she wiped the last few remain pee droplets off of her feet, leg, pussy and butt. Her smooth skin glistened in the light from the wetness of the piss. She put her soiled pants into a shopping bag they had given her and put on the red sweet pants that looked like they came straight from the goodwill. As Mary looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but slightly giggle at her own humiliating predicament.
“I just peed my fucking pants” she giggled. “Again. In front of a cute guy, And now I look homeless” but it was better than being wet.
She made her way to the reception desk, a bag full of pee soaked jeans. “I’m gonna need to reschedule |
Couldn't sleep so I wrote this (also posted on ao3 under magicalcookie664)
John regrets being British - okay, no, he doesn't, being British is a great thing and he'd never want to be anything else - he just regrets his love for tea. It isn't the worst diuretic (unlike coffee) thank god, but it packs quite a punch and can spring out at you when you least expect it. Like now. He's sat next to Sherlock in a cab, staring out of the window with his best expression of nonchalance in place. He wouldn't want Sherlock to start asking questions, would he? It's hard enough having to hide his secret crush on the man without anymore awkward situations to complicate things.
He'd been tired and they'd just finished up another elaborate case, sitting down for a drink and a breather in one of the nearest cafes. They'd discussed things, brought forward a few interesting topics and caused a few laughs, ordered a bit of cake and not eaten much. Then he'd gone and drunk tea, two frigging mugs of it,his and Sherlock's, as the detective lost interest in it when it grew cold, as he does most things. Interesting case turned dull, nope no thank you. So John had eagerly drunk his friend's tea, unaware of Sherlock's smug interested expression and vaguely aroused gaze fixed on him. It had been fine; he loves tea, everyone knows that.
Right now, he wishes he didn't. John blows out a sigh, shifting into a different position in a vain attempt to find comfort. The cafe was just short of an hour ago and he's already regretting a lot. He crosses his legs, biting his lip anxiously as the ache in his lower stomach grows worse. It's already reached over half way, which is never a good thing for long journeys. They still have an hour left cramped up in this stupid cab, he thinks, glaring bitterly out the window as the passing cars drive by. His bladder aches, the type of ache that won't go away no matter how many times you wiggle in your seat or change your position. It throbs, a dull pulsating throb centred in the middle of his abdomen, slowly growing harder to ignore. He makes a point to try and ignore it, telling himself they'll reach 221b soon, even if it's a little bit of a lie.
Ten minutes pass and he finds it harder to remain still. The ache has grown, making it difficult to think straight. Every time he tries to distract himself his thoughts are snatched back to his quickly filling bladder by a piercing stab of pain or an increase in the building pressure. He chews on his lip subconsciously, a groan slipping past his lips despite his attempts to hide his turmoil.
Sherlock glances at him, a concerned expression on his face. "John, is something wrong?" He questions, eyes darting over his friend's body, searching for any signs of injury.
John blushes a little, nodding hurriedly,"I'm fine," he replies, forcing himself to sit still. He has to be more subtle about this.
Sherlock turns to look out of the window, frowning slightly. He's a little confused. John is acting beyond weird and he can't fathom why. He's overly tense, Sherlock can see that right away, and the position he has himself in with his legs crossed tightly over each other can't be comfortable. John never sits like that usually. He decides to keep an eye on him, watching his friend out of the corner of his eye while pretending to look out of the window.
John bites his lip again, squirming a little. It's becoming quite painful now, and they still have over 20 minutes of the journey remaining. He's beginning to doubt his ability to hold it that long. No, no, he will hold it, has to - going in the cab is out of the question, especially in front of Sherlock. He crosses his legs tighter over each other, resisting the childish urge to grip himself. He isn't at that point yet.
Another ten minutes pass, but they feel like hours, dragging on and on forever. Now John really can't stay still. He resorts to jiggling his leg as he concentrates on keeping everything inside. Gosh, he's really regretting all of that tea. He glances downwards, blushing further as he notices the slight bulge directly below his stomach. He knows he won't be able to hold it much longer. But he's an adult, a grown man and an ex soldier - he has to. So he bites his lip, squeezing his thighs together as his leg jiggles erratically, his entire body straining to keep himself in check. He won't wet himself. He won't.
Sherlock has it figured out. He rolls his eyes, annoyed with his own stupidity. It's obvious now that the problems grown worse and be scolds himself internally for not realising it sooner. John has to pee, badly. It's clear from the position he's sat in alone, so drastically different from the way he usually sits, legs further apart and not touching. His friend's constant squirming is beginning to get on his nerves, though he knows John can't help it. It occurs to him after a few minutes of sitting in silence, watching John's struggles from corner of his eye, that he should speak up. "Were nearly there, John," he remarks, turning to look at his friend with a little bit of pity,"Only a few minutes left," he lies, knowing that it's quite a lot more than 'a few', but sensing that the truth is not something his blogger needs to hear right now.
John's head snaps up and his eyes lock onto Sherlock's, his expression a mix of desperation, confusion and shock. "What do you-" he begins, but is cut off.
"John, it's obvious. I know you need to pee and I have for quite a while," Sherlock replies, attempting to keep the narcissistic tone from his voice, and failing a little.
John opens his mouth to respond but as soon as he does his bladder gives a sharp throb, threatening the dryness of his pants. He gives up all attempts at looking composed and jams his hand between his legs, hunched over in the chair. He hasn't leaked yet, but he's desperately close to. Any word he began to say twists into a strangled groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, full out squirming in the backseat.
Sherlock's eyes grow wide and his cheeks heat up a little, not from embarrassment though, from something else, something he can't quite name. Looking at John so desperate and undone causes a hot tingly feeling to curl in his stomach. He can't quite bring himself to speak.
"Shit," John gasps as a short spurt escapes into his underwear, hot and wet against his skin. A tiny dark patch appears on his pants, a tennis ball sized circle of wetness.
If Sherlock's eyes were wide before, that's nothing compared to how wide they are now. He feels himself growing semi hard, and hurriedly covers his crotch with his hands to hide his stupid body's reaction. He feels ashamed of himself. He shouldn't be aroused now. John can't help the sounds he's making.. or the facial expressions he's pulling. Sherlock swallows thickly. Knowing these things won't help his growing boner, though. Goddamn his stupid sex deprived body.
When John leaks for the second time, he knows it's all over. The spurt soaks into his pants, covering his bum with wetness. He blushes profusely, whining in desperation. He feels like such a baby. "I- ngh," he groans, doubling over.
"Not in the cab, John," Sherlock manages, his pupils dilating on account of the sound his friend just made.
John's bladder spasms, beginning to forcibly push the liquid out. He gasps, but it melts into a moan as his entire body goes lax. He just can't hold it any longer. It begins slowly, but quickly morphs into a flood. It soaks through his partially wet pants, drenching them swiftly before spreading out around him, producing a growing ring of dark fabric surrounding him. It streaks down his legs and drips off of the edge of the seat, pooling in the footwell and thoroughly saturating his feet.
Sherlock just stares, unable to form any comprehensible words. His eyes follow the rivets of piss as they skate down John's legs and drip into the growing puddle around his feet.
John is completely and utterly mortified, even blinded but the pleasure of relief, he finds himself going bright red as pesky tears burn in his eyes. He's just wet himself in the bloody cab. Sherlock is going to hate him. "I'm sorry," he manages once his stream as tapered out and he's left shaking from exhaustion sitting in a cooling puddle of his own piss.
"It's alright, John. It's not your fault," Sherlock replies, giving his friend a tentative smile.
When they arrive at 221b fifteen minutes later John rushes straight upstairs to shower and change his clothes without saying a word to Sherlock. Luckily for the detective, he was too busy worrying about his accident to notice the man's arousal. Sherlock deals with it in his room while John takes his shower. He's planning on telling John about his interest at some point, just not yet. First he has to realise what it truly entails and whether or not he wants that.
If anyone steals this I will demolish your soul piece by piece and throw the shards into boiling hot lava and launch them into a black hole. :) |
Holding Holly
For a so called ‘day off’ Holly didn’t seemed to stop. By 9am she was in the gym running on the treadmill in her sports leggings and thin t-shirt having had muesli for breakfast with some fresh apple juice. With her tunes from her iPod blaring she built up a sweat and finally wound down having run her usual five miles, her long blond hair sweating despite being tied back in a pony tail. Holly stepped off the treadmill and guzzled half her bottle of water before drying off with her sports towel and heading straight to her car.
No sooner was she in the door when Sparkle, her white kitten walked up to her and rubbed against her leg. She picked her up, snuggled into her and carried her into the kitchen where she placed her gently into her carrier, finished her water, and headed with her back to her car. Sparkle was due her annual jags though Holly hated the thought of her little darling hurting in any way.
Holly belted herself in to her 4 by 4 and drove the six miles to her chosen vet. Only the best for her Sparkle, regardless of cost. Once again she plugged in her trusted iPod and blasted out her tunes singing away as she drove. Holly drove around the big roundabout on the outskirts of town and indicated to come off on the busy duel carriageway not hearing the bangs and groans coming from the rear ended of her car. The first she realised was as she tried to increase speed on the faster road and hearing her car suddenly sound like a very loud motorbike. She was losing power and could hear her exhaust even over her tunes.
Holly was no mechanic. In fact she kept plastic disposable gloves in her car to use just for filling it with petrol every week because if there was one thing Holly hated it was getting dirty. The noise got louder as Holly drove and the car shuddered and failed to gain speed despite her having her foot to the floor. Holly began getting anxious as she looked for a safe place to pull over unsuccessfully. Finally a loud trailing noise and grinding followed by banging causing the vehicle to slow right down forcing Holly to press her hazard warning lights and pull the car into the side as best as she could. She leaned over and opened the glove box taking out the car manual and flicking through it as her mind tried to think what to do.
Holly phoned her dad. No answer. She phoned her brother. No answer there either. Finally she remembered that she had breakdown cover though she couldn’t remember who with. With cars zooming past her causing her car to shake she remained in the drivers seat and scrolled through her emails on her phone until she eventually found her insurance company and called them. After twenty minutes of pressing numbers then waiting she finally spoke to someone only to discover she had no breakdown cover with them and that she must have taken it out directly with a breakdown company.
By now Holly was anxious, stressed and struggling to think. She tried to remember who she might have breakdown cover with but even trying to recall the colour of her car right now seemed impossible. Reluctantly she called her ex boyfriend. He at least answered though initially he could hardly stop laughing when she told him why she was calling. At least the one positive was that he was sure she was with the AA as he had encouraged her to get signed up at a service station months ago when they met for a coffee. Holly hung up and googled the AA and finally spoke to someone. By now she’d been sitting at the side of the road almost 40 minutes with cars tooting, zooming last at speed and almost hitting her, feeling more vulnerable than she’d ever done before. And just to add to the annoyance and stress she was needing the bathroom too. At least Sparkle seemed ok as she slept soundly in her carrier on the passenger seat.
The AA were very helpful and told Holly to get out of her car via the passenger side and wait for assistance, something they said she should have done as soon as she pulled over. At least out of the vehicle Holy could see for herself what colour her car was and read her registration plate. Holding Sparkle’s in her glittery branded carrier she walked over the barrier at the side of the road and watched as the traffic raced past. Thankfully it wasn’t particularly cold or dark, just an average late spring Wednesday morning, though she still wished she’d kept her sheepskin shawl in the boot rather than in a drawer at home.
Holly stood and waited. She called the vet and cancelled her appointment noticing as she did that part of the underside of her precious car had fallen off. She walked a little closer realising it was her exhaust pipe though at a complete loss to know what it did never mind how to fix it. She stood back again crossing her legs.
Another ten minutes past and Holly was getting impatient. She was bored, annoyed and needing a wee. She wasn’t used to being stranded and didn’t like it.
She called the AA back and they reassured her they would be with her soon. She called her dad and left a message. He would have rescued his princess right away had he known about the situation. Holly was used to being rescued, especially by men. Her dad wouldn’t want her standing at the side of a busy duel carriageway with her tight sports leggings on, her expensive trainers and her sports t-shirt. He wouldn’t want her darling kitten to be in danger nor would he be happy at his daughter needing a wee in public.
But he wasn’t here. He didn’t know and there was nothing he could do.
Holly looked around. She’d never in her life did a wee outside let alone at the side of a ridiculously busy road. She had tight leggings on revealing every contour of her thighs and legs but which took quite some effort to pull down to empty her bladder. Perfect for exercising but not so perfect when really needing to go.
Holy paced a little, not daring to ever let go of the kitten carrier. She crossed her legs leaning on the fragile fence that bordered the fields by the side of the road. No bushes or trees or even buildings in sight. Open, light and in full view, perfect, Holly thought, to keep her safe but frustrating when you really wanted a wee and were trying not to show it.
Time passed and finally Holly’s phone rang. The AA were on their way but would be another 15 minutes yet. Holly was grateful but getting a little concerned as her bladder continued to moan for relief. She continued moving and pacing and willing time to move quicker.
Finally the AA van pulled up behind Holly’s car and a handsome red haired mechanic jumped out. He shook Holly’s hand, introduced himself, then walked over towards Holly’s car.
Holly walked behind him, still holding the cat carrier though finding standing still increasingly hard.
‘So you heard a bang and crunching mam?’
‘Yes I think so’
‘It must have made such a noise. You’re entire exhaust has broken mam. This car isn’t drivable at all.’
‘Oh. So what happens now?’
‘That depends on your policy mam. If you hold on I’ll go check for you.’
Holly watched as he returned to his van, climbed in and closed the door. Holly continued to move from one foot to the other, her body feeling the chill now and her bladder annoyingly pressing constantly for relief.
The mechanic climbed out the van again and, guiding Holly towards the field, he finally told her the good news.
‘You have full cover mam. So you have some options. You can be towed to the nearest approved garage or we can tow you home or to your destination. Whatever you prefer mam.’
Holly tried to think, though it wasn’t easy with a bladder constantly trying to push her to think of it and nothing else. Peeing dominated her thoughts now and she based her decision solely on which option might get her to a toilet quickest. The problem was she didn’t know where the nearest garage was so she asked whilst bouncing on her toes.
‘Where would the nearest garage be and would they have...’
Before Holly could finish her sentence the mechanic was googling on his phone.
‘Two miles away mam’
Holly suddenly wondered how she might get home with Sparkle.
‘So would you drop my car there and they give me another 4 by 4 and I get that instead? Like a new one? That’s how it works is it?
‘No mam. It’s just a local garage and you’d have to make your own onward transport arrangements from there I’m afraid. However as I said we can tow you home or to your destination if that’s preferable. I’ve already called for more assistance.’
A surge of fear combined with a very sudden, urgent even, need to void her bladder overcame Holly as she bent forward a little and crossed her legs.
‘More assistance?’
‘Yes mam.I’m roadside assistance and this breakdown requires a pick up truck which is now on its way. If I towed your vehicle in this state I’d cause more damage unfortunately. I’ll remain with you until he arrives though mam. You won’t be left alone so don’t worry.’
It wasn’t the thought of being left alone that worried Holly. It was her ever increasing need to wee that was her most pressing concern and the one thing she just couldn’t stop thinking about. Now she wouldn’t be alone it would be even harder to hide too.
‘For both our safety mam it would be better if we stood by the field edge. The lorry shouldn’t be too long hopefully’
Holly walked over behind the AA employee still holding the cat carrier tightly.
‘Have you decided where you would like us to take you yet mam?’
Holly desperately, urgently, wanted to reply, ‘a toilet!’ but she couldn’t bring herself to be so brash.
Back against the fence to the field she held Sparkle’s carrier in front of her legs as she moved them constantly to help her hold.
‘I have an emergency blanket in the van if you are cold mam?’
‘Em....yes that would be nice thanks.’
As the mechanic walked to his van with his back to Holly, despite the fact passing traffic could see her every move, Holly hid herself with the car carrier as she marched on the spot and held herself. Her brain kept bringing up image after image of bathrooms, public toilets, even port a loos taunting her in her desperate need. She’d been bursting for ages now and hiding her need was getting very difficult indeed. There was little point in telling anyone though since there was simply nowhere to go anyway.
The AA man returned with a foil silver emergency blanket and wrapped it over Holly’s shoulders as she kept on moving. She paced a bit under the pretence of being cold but actually just trying to keep her bladder at bay. She couldn’t have the mechanic see her pee herself. She had to keep holding.
It was twenty minutes before the pick up lorry arrived by which time Holly couldn’t stand still. Frustratingly she still had to wait while her vehicle was safely loaded on and strapped in which took another ten minutes, delayed by the chatter of both mechanics.
Holly was beside herself. She couldn’t relax as every muscle in her body tensed to hold her bladder at bay. Tears were forming at the back of her eyes and her toes curled in her expensive trainers. Holly was harassed, stressed, desperate even, yet trying to stay dignified regardless. She was failing in the latter as she bend one leg in front of the other, twisted her thighs and bounced around like a toddler on a sugar high.
Finally she was called over, helped into the front of the tow truck and strapped in with the cat carrier on the seat beside her.
‘So it’s 26 Forrester Way is it?’
Holly could only nod her head as she wriggled in the seat as yet another spasm hit.
‘’Are you ok there? It’s just a couple of miles so we should be there in less than ten minutes now. Do you have a garage or a driveway I could drop your car into?’
Holly tried to think as her entire mind and body struggled to focus on something other than her bladder. With the silver emergency blanket over her knee she pushed a hand between her legs and squeezed as much as she could against her damp warm crotch.
‘A...a...driveway’
‘Perfect’
He pulled out onto the traffic waving to his colleague in his mirror.
‘Five minutes’ Holly whispered to herself. ‘You can do this’
Holly’s fingers pressed and circled against her throbbing urethra through her leggings and underwear. She couldn’t recall ever being this bursting for a wee in her life. Nothing was stopping the constant pulses and spasms though as she constantly wriggled around uncomfortably in the seat.
As the driver indicated at the very roundabout where Holly’s exhaust had fallen off Holly bent forward gasping.
‘Are you ok there?’
‘I....I think...I think I’m going to pee myself!’ Holly cried.
‘Oh. It’s just a few miles to your house too.’
‘I...I...can’t wait that long’
Holly felt a leak. The warm and wetness hitting her fingers as she frantically rubbed between her legs despite the fact it wasn’t having much effect now.
‘Oh God. It won’t stop. It just won’t.’
‘Oh that’s awful. You must have been waiting at the road far too long were you?’
‘Ye...yes I was. I’m trying to stop. Honestly I am. Oh I just can’t do this! No! No! You can see it on my leggings! No this can’t be happening. I need to stop this...’
‘Oh dear. Have you had to go a while then? Henry never said when he called me you know. Is my seat wet?’
‘I don...don’t know! Oh I just HAVE to wee. I’m so sorry. What...what time is it...oh....’
It’s 24 minutes past twelve mam.’
‘Oh God! I was meant to be at the vets for 10:15. I’ve been...sooo....oh God I REALLY need the toilet so much! I’m leaking again...oh help! Oh God I’ve never been so bursting in my life! I was standing at the roadside for hours...no! It won’t stop...fuck it’s like running down the inside of my leggings now...I’m holding as much as I can.’
Holly was full on pressing between her legs with both hands, sweating, rubbing and rocking in the front passenger seat. Every word, every sentence, was perpetuating with gasps, sighs and endless fidgeting and sobs.
‘This is so...embarrassing. I did try holding..,honestly...oh Shit..,it’s dripping out steady...two fucking hours I’ve been bursting! Two hours. I can’t...I can’t do this any longer.’
Holly sat perfectly still as a loud hissing noise filled the otherwise silent pickup truck just as the lorry turned its engine off outside her house.
The driver undid his seatbelt and looked at Holly with compassion but amazement.
‘Would you like a hand to get inside?’
‘Yes. Yes I think I would please’
The AA driver walked beside Holly as they walked down the path and until she was safely inside he remained with her. While she changed and cleaned up he unhooked her car and carefully unloaded it from the transportation, placing it neatly and with care on her driveway.
Only then did he ring her bell to get a form signed.
Holly answered, relieved and smiling and after signing the form she rather spontaneously gave the driver a peck on the cheek.
‘Thanks for helping me’
‘No problem. That’s my job mam’
He walked down the path smiling and knowing he’d never forget the time a beautiful woman pissed herself in his cab. He couldn’t wait to feel the passenger seat and smell it too. |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
SPLAT!
The explosion of blue ink covered the ground and destroyed the nearby Octotrooper. The Octotrooper dropped some power eggs,Wich Agent 4 picked up from the ground. With one of the troops out of the way,Agent 4 fired at the ground and created a path of ink. She then transformed into her squid form and dived into the ink. She had one objective: Get to the end of the stage and retrieved the Zapfish that waited at the end. And to do that,she had to get past all the Octarians that stood in the way.
While it may have looked like it,she wasn't exactly alone on this mission. There was someone assisting her from the sidelines.
"You're doing pretty well,Agent 4." A voice said. This voice came from the headphones Agent 4 had on her head. This voice belonged to the leader of this operation. Marie from
Squid Sister fame. She was keeping track of Agent 4's progress on a monitor.
"Huh? More Tentakooks? Seriously?" Marie said as she stared at the screen. Multiple Octarians with roller skates and hard hats were spinning in place. They stopped spinning and skated away once they spotted Agent 4.
"Well...One of 'em has to have a key. After them,Agent 4!" Marie commanded. Agent 4 created another path of ink and followed the Octarians. Marie kept her eyes on the monitor while holding her paper parasol. However,she was also nervously shifting her weight from one foot to another. As she kept monitoring Agent 4,she could feel some pressure in her abdomen. Marie felt like she made the right choice with recruiting Agent 4. The new recruit was recovering zapfish at a pretty fast rate. But that was mostly because Agent 4 didn't take breaks in-between entering and leaving the stages. Marie also didn't take breaks because she had to keep her eyes on Agent 4. Because of this,Marie has been unable to use the bathroom since she recruited her.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
All of the Tentakooks exploded. Leaving behind multiple puddles of Agent 4's ink and a key. Agent 4 grabbed the key and triumphantly raised it.
"Good going,Agent 4. Now use that key to open that locker next to you." Marie said. Four replied with a "Woomy" and made her way to the locker. The locker opened and revealed a Launchpad. Marie turned away from the screen and to the cabin right behind her. She looked back at the screen and then back at the cabin. There weren't anymore Octarians in the way,so it seemed like Marie could use the bathroom while Agent 4 was making her way to the Zapfish.
Marie started walking towards the cabin. Right before she could enter the cabin....
"Hey! Marie!" A voice yelled. Marie jumped back and held her parasol in front of her as a shield. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that it was just Sheldon standing in front of her.
"*Sigh* It's just you Sheldon. Can i help you?" Marie asked.
"I don't need anything right now. I just wanted to thank you once again for letting me join you guys on this mission!" Sheldon said with excitement.
"Oh. It's no problem. We need all the help we can get..." Marie said. Before she could take another step forward.....
"This is so amazing! Thanks to you and Agent 4,i'll be able to sell these weapons in no time!"
"That's nice...uhh...."
"But,i think i'm gonna have to tweak them a little. After all,a weapon that doesn't drain a lot of ink and has 3 Sub-specials would be pretty unfair to use during Turf War,right?"
"Uhh...Right...Anyways i-"
"Will you be using the hero charger once i'm done making the necessary changes?"
"Uhh....Yes,sure."
"Oh! Thank you! I can't wait till i can....."
Sheldon continued to ramble on. Marie tried to stop the conversation,but Sheldon would keep interrupting her in order to tell her about how happy he was to be working with the New Squidbeak Splatoon.
"OH! UH....Sheldon." Marie said loudly. Almost immediately, Sheldon stiffened up and stopped talking.
"I uhh...feel a bit thirsty...can you go get me a drink?" Marie asked nervously.
"Oh...Sure. I'll be right back!" Sheldon said as she marched away from Marie and entered a manhole. Marie sighed and grabbed the door knob. As soon as she twisted it however,She heard a splash...
"Agent 4 is back....Carp..." Marie said to herself. She let go of the door and approached Agent 4 with a smile. Four handed over the Zapfish the retrieved and smiled.
"Good Job,Agent 4. Just...put it right there,with the other Zapfish." Marie said. And Agent 4 complied. While Four was placing the Zapfish,Marie tapped her on the shoulder.
"Uhh...You've been busy for quite a while now. Why not take a break?" Marie asked with a nervous smile. Agent 4 turned around and shook her head. She pointed to the entrance of the next level and started walking towards it.
"Are you sure you don't want to take a break? I know that Inkopolis will lose it's power if we don't hurry...but like,a break won't hurt." Marie said.
Agent 4 smiled and shook her head again. She then created a path of ink and swam towards the next entrance. Marie put her free hand between her legs and rubbed them together. She sighed and returned to her monitor. It's not like she was near her limit. She looked at the monitor and her eyes widened when she saw Agent 4's location. The stage consisted of multiple platforms with bounce pads on them. And underneath those platforms was a lot of water. It looked like some kind of resort. Marie crossed her legs tighter and groaned.
"Hopefully she'll get past this level fast...." Marie said to herself. She kept her eyes on Agent 4 while trying to ignore the water on screen and the pressure in her bladder.
"Here's your drink!" Sheldon said.
Marie jumped at the sudden voice. She quickly crossed her legs and looked at Sheldon with a surprised expression.
"W-Woah. That was fast!" Marie said.
"Well,The Crust Bucket is Just across the manhole. And it helps that there wasn't a line." Sheldon said. Marie nervously grabbed the drink and placed it next to the radio. The two then went back to monitoring Four. Sheldon then noticed that Marie wasn't standing still.
"Hey. Marie. Are you okay?" Sheldon asked.
"Hmm? Oh uhh...I'm fine....uhh..." Marie said as she nervously brushed the tentacles she had for hair with her free hand.
"Hey! How about you tell me more about the charger. I heard they recently changed how it works." Marie said in an attempt to change the subject.
"Oh! With pleasure! You see,we recently made a new model of the Splat Charger. You're now capable of storing your charges for a short time if you're submerged in...."
Sheldon continued to ramble about the Splat Charger. Marie kept listening in the hopes that it would distract her from her bladder. But like every other inkling that stepped into his shop,it didn't take long for Marie to get bored of Sheldon's rambling. Marie turned back to the monitor and put her free hand back between her legs again. All while Sheldon obliviously rambled on and on...
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"Careful,Agent 4. There are multiple Octotroopers underneath that bridge." Marie said. Agent 4 looked at the grated bridge and sure enough,there were multiple Octotroopers hovering above magenta colored ink. Agent 4 steadily walked across the bridge to avoid catching the Octotroopers' attention. Meanwhile,Marie was still fidgeting in front of the monitor. Now she was using both hands to ease the pressure on her bladder,with the paper parasol she was holding being on the ground next to her. Agent 4 was near the end of another stage. A few minutes ago, she managed to retrieve the Zapfish that was located in the resort level. And just like every other level so far,she excitedly jumped from on level to the next without taking a break. On the bright side,Marie didn't have to stare at all that water now that the level was completed.
The monitor showed Agent 4 standing next to a vault.
"A vault! There should be a key nearby." Marie said. Agent 4 charged up her Hero Splatling and started firing....But not at enemies. She was firing at a stack of boxes next to the fault.
"I'm....starting to think you have a problem,Agent 4." Marie said. Agent 4 always seemed to go out of her way to break every box she could find. That's when Marie heard some machine noises coming from the monitor.
"Huh? Where is that noise coming from?" Marie asked. That's when she saw a Flooder patrolling the are. As the Flooder moved around,it covered the floor in Octarian Ink by jetting out multiple streams of Ink.
"Oh...You gotta be squiddin' me..." Marie whispered. Marie then heard a "huh?" Coming from the radio. She looked back at Agent 4 and saw her standing there with a confused expression.
"Oh! Everything is fine,Agent 4. Uhh...Do you see a key?" Marie asked. Agent 4 looked at the area the Flooder was guarding and saw a Key floating near a ledge. Agent 4 hopped onto the area and created a path of her own ink. The Flooder spotted her and started chasing her. Upon noticing this,Agent 4 quickly dived into her ink and swam forward. Marie looked away from the monitor and squirmed. The sight of the flooder was torturing her bladder.
"Marie?" Sheldon said. Once again,this caught Marie off guard and nearly made her lose control of her bladder. Marie crossed her legs tighter and glared at Sheldon.
"Sheldon. Can you please stop sneaking up on me like that?!" Marie asked.
"S-Sorry! It's just.....You've been pretty fidgety for the past few minutes. Are you okay?" Sheldon asked with concern.
"Yeah,I'm fine....." Marie said she crossed her arms.
"For eel?" Sheldon asked.
"Yes. For eel! Everything is okay." Marie said. Sheldon shrugged and walked away from Marie. Marie sighed and turned back to the Monitor. Agent 4 was still swimming away from the Flooder. Four then jumped away from the edge and landed back on the platform with the vault. She then pulled out the key and used it to open the vault.
"Good Job,Agent 4!" Marie said. Agent 4 gave a thumbs up to herself and then hopped onto the launchpad.
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Agent 4 landed in a Dark Cave. Right in front of her was another launchpad. This one seemed to lead straight to a giant platform with a Zapfish hovering on top of It. But below the zapfish was a puddle of Octarian Ink. Four happily skipped towards the launchpad and Super Jumped towards the Arena.
"Wheeeeeeeee~" Agent 4 yelled as she soared through the air. She stuck the landing and ran towards the Zapfish. Suddenly,A tentacle came out of the puddle and yanked the zapfish away. The puddle of ink started glowing and a giant square started rising out of it.
"C'mon! We get it! You guys like to make an entrance. Can you hurry up?" Marie whispered as shifted her weight from one foot to another. Each boss they ran into always made these big but slow entrances. This one felt extra slow because of the pressure Marie was feeling. She was near her limit now and couldn't stand still. Thank cod that Sheldon was currently busy checking the test results from Agent 4. A giant block with tiny legs and a big face rose from the ink. The giant Octarian roared and started charging towards Agent 4.
"Ahh......Wait, I know this guy! It's the Octostomp! Agent 3 fought against this thing years ago! I guess he's back for more...." Marie said. The Octostomp jumped and landed face first on the ground. While he was down,Agent 4 covered him with her ink and swam up to the exposed tentacle on his back. Once she reached his back,she spun her dualies and started firing at the tentacle.
"Nice,Agent 4! Marie said with a nervous smile. The tentacle exploded and Octarian Ink started jetting out of his back.
"Ngh...." Marie groaned as she grossed her legs tighter. She forgot that this would happen each time you struck a boss' weak point. Agent 4 Super Jumped away from the Octostomp and landed in front of him. The Octostomp got back up and looked at Agent 4. Suddenly,A coat fell from the ceiling and landed on his body. The Octostomp roared again and charged at Agent 4. He them jumped and landed face first into the ground. Agent 4 fired some ink at his body,but the ink quickly dissolved.
"Oh great. He....ahh...we can't ink that coat...ngh...what do we do?" Marie asked. The Octostomp then got back up and looked at Agent 4.
That's when Agent 4 noticed the black buckle that was holding the coat together. Four fired at the buckle until it snapped,causing the coat to fall of. The Octostomper roared and charged at Four again. Four rolled out of the way with her dualies and avoided the Octostomp's attack. She inked the Octostomp again and swam up to the exposed tentacle. After firing at the tentacle again,it exploded again and more ink jetted out of the Octostomp. Marie looked away from the screen and pressed her hands her crotch. Agent 4 jumped away from the Octostomp and turned around to see he had regained the coat he had. This time however,the sides of the coat opened like a door, revealing to more Octostomp faces. Marie turned back towards the screen and almost immediately jumped from what she saw.
"Eek! A-Ahh!" Marie quickly jammed her hands back between her legs and rubbed her knees together under she was sure had control of her bladder. She then looked back at the screen to see Agent 4 with a concerned expression.
"Yeah,i uhh..i'm fine,Agent 4. It's just....T-THIS DUDE JUST GREW TWO MORE FACES!!!" Marie yelled. Agent 4 looked back at the Octostomp and saw it charging up a splatling that was located on top of his head. He then started firing at four,who dodged all the ink shots by diving into her ink and rolling around with her dualies. The Octostomp roared again and charged towards Agent 4. As he jumped,Four quickly rolled to the side. But thanks to one of the extra faces, she ended up getting crushed.
"Agent 4?!" Marie called out. The Octostomp got up and looked around in confusion. Marie was also confused. Usually whenever an inkling is splatted,a ghost will fly out. Suddenly,Agent 4 jumped out of a puddle of her own ink. And she looked perfectly fine,except the jacket she was wearing was now gone. Marie smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. She then gritted her teeth and tightened her bladder again.
"I nearly lost it...." Marie said to herself.
"Hmm?" Agent 4 asked.
"A-Ah! Nothing! N-Now go ahead and splat this sucker!" Marie said. Agent 4 smiled and waited for the Octostomp to attack her. The Octostomp leaped towards her. but this time,she rolled backwards and avoided the extra faces. Once the Octostomp got up,Four once again fired at the black buckle until the armor came of and the two faces were gone along with. The Octostomp screamed and jumped face first towards her again. Four rolled out of the way and started and started covering him in ink again. She then swam in the ink,got on his back and fired at the exposed tentacle again until it exploded. Electric sparks started coming out of the Octostomp and he started spinning his legs rapidly. Four quickly Super Jumped away from the Octostomp and as soon as she landed,the Octostomp exploded. Scattering ink everywhere.
"Ngh....ahh..." Marie moaned. She felt like her bladder was about to explode just like the Octostomp. Sheldon returned to the monitor with some notes.
"I'm back,Marie. How is agent 4....uhh...Marie?" Sheldon asked as he saw her slightly bent over. Marie quickly turned around and ran towards the cabin.
"Huh? Marie? Where are you going?" Sheldon asked.
"Ahh...i gotta take care of something! Just stay there and wait for agent 4!" Marie said as she hastily opened the door.
"Wait,what do you-"
"Kay,Thanks! Be right back!" Marie said as she quickly shut the door. She jammed her hand between her legs again and made a dash towards the bathroom door. She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She then turned around and saw the squat toilet that she's been dying to visit. The sight of it almost made her lose control of her bladder. Marie moaned and quickly walked over to the toilet. She then hiked up her kimono and yanked down her lime green panties. She hastily squatted above the toilet and almost immediately,a stream of lime-colored urine jetted out of her urethra.
"Aaahhhhh~.......Ohhh....~" Marie moaned with relief as all the urine finally escaped her bladder. A smile appeared on her face and her eyes slowly closed. The sound of her stream splattering against the water in the toilet echoed through the room along with her moans of relief. Marie opened her eyes and watched as her stream continued. She then looked at her panties,which were thankfully still dry. After a while,her stream slowly got weaker and then stopped completely. Marie held out her hand,but had some trouble reaching the toilet paper in the position she was in. She got up,grabbed some toilet paper and used it to wipe herself clean. After throwing the paper in the bin,she pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet. She then walked over to the sink and washed her hands.
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"Put it right there with the rest of the Zapfish." Sheldon said. Agent 4 nodded and walked up to the other Zapfish while looking around in confusion. After putting down the zapfish,Marie exited the cabin. Looking much more relaxed now.
"Sorry about that. I had something to take care of." Marie said with a smile.
"Oh! Wait! When you said you needed to take care of business,did you mean you needed to use-" sheldon spoke. Marie quickly put er finger in front of his mouth and shushed him.
"Aaaaanyways....Good job,Agent 4!" Marie said with a smile. Agent 4 smiled back at Marie and performed the "Stay Fresh" pose Callie and Marie used to perform whenever they were on the news. This caused Marie to let out a chuckle. Suddenly,the sound of electricity caught the groups attention. They turned around just in time to see a barrier of glass be shattered by the electricity generated by all the Zapfish. behind the now broken barrier was a launchpad.
"Booyah! We can access the next level! Sheldon said while jumping with excitement. Four chuckled and wasted no time heading towards the launchpad.
"Wait,Four! Maybe you should-" Marie didn't get to finish her sentence. Agent 4 hopped on the launchpad and Super Jumped towards the next set of levels. Marie sighed and followed the fourth agent. |
Here's a story about desperation and farting in one. Partially in response to a "fart omorashi" thread. Anyone who is put off by farts, do not read this. Also, this time will be OC since my EqG stories don't get a lot of views. They are not meant to resemble any real persons.
Sorry if it gets a bit stretchy. My stories often do.
Desperation and Farting
Four girls were going on a long summer roadtrip, staying overnight, and would be heading back next afternoon. They were all in their early twenties. Ashley, who was driving, had dark hair, and was wearing a red T-shirt and black leggings. Tracy, who was in the front seat, had blonde hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a pink tank top and teal miniskirt. Michelle, who was in the left back seat, had brown hair and wore a black T-shirt and jeans. Sunny, who was in the right back seat, had long blonde hair and wore a white tank top and short, tight jean shorts. She was the most attractive of the four.
Before they left their city, they each got a bottle of water to drink along the way. While Ashley, Tracy, and Michelle got water bottles which they drank sparingly, Sunny also got an extra large slushy and drank it all before they were even outside the city.
Only 15 minutes into the drive, Sunny felt her stomach gurgle. She figured she was just hungry, so she ate some crackers they had brought for the trip.
Her stomach gurgled and cramped over the next few minutes, until a powerful and unpleasant feeling hit her. She needed to fart. Bad. Maybe having beans for breakfast wasn't such a good idea.
She held it in, trying her hardest not to fart in the car with her three friends, but the pressure was growing more intense. She had been in this situation before but always was able to hold it until she could find somewhere quiet to let it all out.
"You all right, Sunny?" Michelle asked, noticing Sunny's discomfort.
"I'm fine," said Sunny.
A few minutes later, she was really having trouble holding it. She wasn't sure if she could keep from farting before the first gas station. Her stomach gurgled loudly and she groaned.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Michelle asked.
Before Sunny could answer, she couldn't hold it anymore.
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT! PPRRRRT!
She blushed as a loud, long, deep-pitched fart made its way out of her, followed by a shorter but equally loud fart.
"Phew," said Ashley, opening all the windows of the car. Then she, Tracy, and Michelle giggled.
Sunny also giggled, a bit nervously. "Excuse me," she said. "I had beans for breakfast."
"That'll do that to you," said Tracy.
Sunny was still blushing a little, but wasn't overly embarrassed. She'd probably laugh about it in the future, for all four of them thought farts were funny.
About a half hour into the trip, an urge of a different kind hit Sunny. She had to pee. But she was sure she could hold it, so she hid her desperation.
As they approached the first gas station, Ashley asked "Anyone have to go to the bathroom?"
"No," said Tracy and Michelle.
"I'm fine," said Sunny. She did have to go but she thought she could hold it.
But with all she drank to day, soon she had to pee really badly. She crossed her legs and fidgeted.
"If you have to fart again, just fart," said Michelle.
Sunny giggled a bit, then said "No, I have to pee."
"Why didn't you say so before the gas station?" Ashley asked.
"I thought I could hold it."
"You shouldn't have drank that extra large slushy," said Tracy.
"And that big coffee with breakfast," said Sunny. "I should've gone before we left."
"You'll just have to hold it till the next gas station," said Ashley.
"How far is it?"
"About an hour."
Sunny groaned and fidgeted more.
Over the next hour, Sunny's desperation increased. Her bladder was very full and she was squirming harder than ever. She accidentally farted a few times, which made the other girls giggle.
"Ooh... I have to go pee real bad!" Sunny crossed her legs tighter than ever and kept fidgeting.
Finally they reached the gas station. Ashley pulled into a parking spot and Sunny ran into the gas station and searched for the bathroom. To her dismay it had an Out of Order sign on it. She groaned and ran back to the car.
"That was fast," said Tracy.
"It's out of order," said Sunny, holding herself and fidgeting.
"Then you'll have to hold it till we reach our destination," said Ashley.
"I don't think I'm gonna make it." Sunny really needed to go.
As they took off, she leaked a bit into her pink panties. She squirmed and crossed her legs, but over the next ten minutes she leaked a few more times, dampening her shorts. She had never experienced this level of desperation before. After these ten minutes, she knew she was about to burst.
"I can't... hold it... any longer..."
Her overflowing bladder gave out. Sunny began peeing uncontrollably, soaking her jean shorts and the seat where she sat. She couldn't help but sigh in relief.
The hissing sound was audible to all the other girls, as was the pee smell. They couldn't help but giggle.
Sunny peed for about a minute, enjoying the relief and even the warm wetness. When she finished, she said "Ah, that's better."
"Are you all right?" Michelle asked.
"I wet my shorts." Sunny blushed lightly but giggled. It was kind of funny, and she'd always laugh whenever someone wet themselves in a movie.
The other girls laughed with her.
"Did you bring a change of clothes this time?" Michelle asked.
"No," said Sunny. She always slept in what she was wearing and wore it on the trip back. So she had to stay in her wet shorts until they dried. But she didn't mind too much. Wetting herself wasn't a huge deal for her. She let out a wet fart, and they all laughed.
...
They had lots of fun in the other city during the day, and then at night they went to the hotel bar for a few drinks.
While the other girls had a moderate amount to drink, Sunny drank lots of beer and got really drunk. In the end, Michelle had to carry her back to their room, while Ashley and Tracy shared another room. Michelle carried Sunny over her shoulder. Her shorts had dried but they still smelled of pee.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Sunny said drunkenly.
"You have to go to bed," said Michelle.
Sunny farted in Michelle's face. Michelle giggled and patted Sunny's butt lightly.
Michelle got Sunny into her bed and then lay in her own bed. Sunny farted several times in her sleep, and then Michelle could hear a soft hissing sound. Sunny was wetting the bed.
...
Sunny woke up the next morning really hung over. "Whoa. How much did I drink last night?"
"Too much," said Michelle, who was already awake.
Sunny felt her wet shorts and the wet spot on the mattress under her. She sat up and pulled her sheets back. "Oopsie... I wet the bed." She blushed, but giggled.
Ashley and Tracy laughed when they found out. As usual Sunny wasn't overly embarrassed and found it kind of funny. Of course she had to ride back home in wet shorts. She drank another big slushy before the trip, and when she had to pee, she just went in her shorts, and all four girls laughed.
When they got home, the other girls gave her a bath in her pee-soaked outfit at her house. She didn't object, she thought it would be fun, and it was. She farted in the tub a few times, which made all of them laugh. |
A Christmas accident
« Stop this, right now Zachary ! »
This was the sound of his father’s voice. As he heard it, Zach instantly let go of his cousin’s collar. He suddenly realized what had happened : he went on a violent fight with his cousin Paul and was actually beating his head on the ground.
It took a moment to reconnect with reality and to remember why this fight had begun. Was it because Paul called him a « dick » (and other beautiful names of that sort) or because he had been trying (and succeeding) for several days to prove that his dad was closer to him than to his own son ?
Either way, Zach had crashed his cousin. Finally. After years and years of self control, he exploded. This intense hate for each other began 6 christmases ago, when Zach’s cousin lost his father in a car accident. They were only 9 years old when it happened. Since that day, Zach’s father gave almost all his time and energy to become a father figure to his nephew, neglecting his own son. Zach had never told his dad how much he missed him, it wouldn’t have been fair, but his nephew knew his loss and pain and every christmas holiday became hell since then. His cousin made sure Zach would suffer from jealousy and negligence every time.
But this time, he crossed the line.
As he was trying to reconnect, Zach suddenly felt arms getting him up with violence and pushing him away. The next thing he saw was his dad trying to get his nephew up with care (as a doctor would do ? or as a father ?). Paul’s face was covered in blood.
The room around them became messy : every member of the family was around Paul, crying, screaming, agitating while Zach was standing on a corner, looking at his bloody hands in shock. What had he done ? He could feel every one gazing at him with fear and anger and looking at his cousin with pity.
« Nothing’s broken. » reassured Zach’s dad, looking at the assistance. « Are you okay, Paul ? » he asked, turning back to the boy.
« He hurt me, uncle. » Paul said in a soft voice.
« I know. You will be fine, my boy. I’ll go get some medicine and you get some rest. » he said. « Take him to his room and clean his face. I’ll be back as fast as I can. » he said to his sister, Paul’s mother.
As he was a doctor, every one listened carefully to Zach’s dad. Plus, he was the kind of man you obeyed to, wether you agreed with him or not. He was always fair, upright and firm. His authority was unquestionable.
As his dad turned his gaze back to him, Zach felt a leak of pee wetting his underwear. Saying he was afraid of him at this instant would be an understatement. He was completely frozen, incapable of doing anything. As his dad took a step forward him, Zach felt another leak of pee leaving his penis. His briefs were soaked, that was sure. The feeling of wet woke him up and he realized then that he had a furious need to pee.
« You come with me. » his dad said in a sharp voice, taking a firm grip on his son’s arm.
As they lead to the front door, Zach took a look at the bathroom door in despair.
« Dad… »
« Not a word. » his dad responded in anger.
Zach knew he wouldn’t hold long. Maybe it was because of the fear, the shock or the sadness but he has this feeling of certainty that he would not come back to the house with his pants dry.
As on every family holiday, they were staying in the country house, 3 miles away from the city center. Zach wouldn’t be able to hold until they arrived in town, he knew it.
When they arrived to the car, Zach’s dad pushed him inside before slamming the door. Before his dad start the vehicle, Zach tried one more time.
« Dad… I can’t go with you. I need to… » he started.
« I’m not leaving you in that house alone anymore. You will take your responsibility, Zachary. You will buy some medicines and apologize to your cousin. I don’t want to hear another word now. » he replied sharply.
As they drove off, Zach could feel tears of despair growing in his eyes. His bladder was beginning to kill him with pain. He crossed his legs, trying to refrain his urgent need. He wanted to put his hands on his crotch, pinch his penis to prevent any leak but he couldn’t show his dad that he was about to have an accident in his pants.
« I can’t believe what just happened. Are you out of your mind, Zach ? » his dad finally asked as he get on the highway.
Zach didn’t know how to answer to that question. Or if he would even be able to speak. He just wanted to cry out his despair. He had two urgent needs : he needed his dad to recognize his presence in the family and he needed his dad to let him pee. Both these needs were melting and making him absolutely weak.
« You won’t talk ? You want to let me talk for you, is that it ? » his dad continued, angry.
Zach felt a lump leave his throat as he felt a sharp stream leave his penis. He could hear the hissing noise of pee wetting the front of his jeans. In a moan, he instantly put both his hands on his crotch to stop the flow and hide the distinct wet patch forming on the front of his trousers.
« You are 15 years old, Zach ! How can you act so childishly ? It has been six years now that you constantly fight with your cousin ! I thought you would grow up and cease this stupid rivalry over the years. But no, you had to add violence ! » he screamed, gazing furiously at the road.
« Please… » Zach murmured as he felt another spurt wetting his jeans.
« Please ? You want me to stop yelling, Zach ? » he asked ironically. « You should have think of the consequences before beating up your cousin ! I can’t believe my son did such a foolish thing ! » he continued.
« Oh god… Dad… » Zach murmured between his tears. He couldn’t help but squirm a little on his seat. He could feel a succession of spurts leaving his briefs and hit his jeans. He could feel his bottom getting completely soaked. He wouldn’t be able to hide it any longer.
« You are starting to realize what you did, now ? » his dad asked in a softer voice as he noticed his son’s tears.
What Zach was beginning to realize at this instant was his need to poop. As the need to pee grew he could feel farts leaving his butthole.
« Oh no… I can’t hold it… » he murmured.
« You can cry, Zach. It’s a good thing you realize the stupidity of your actions. » his dad said, thinking his son was trying to hold his tears.
As a succession of spurts wet his jeans, a succession of farts left his butthole. He was losing both battles : pee and poop. He could feel his poop pushing in his butt, trying to force the entry onto his briefs. He wanted to put his hand on his bottom but his dad would instantly know that he was having an accident in in pants. A look on the outside made him realized that they were almost there, they were entering the center of the town. He knew he couldn’t hide this any longer.
« Dad… I need to pee… » he cried softly.
« What ? Is that what you can’t hold ? » his dad asked with incomprehension.
Zach nodded, blushing.
« We’re almost there, hold a little longer. » his dad ordered.
« I don’t think I can, dad… » Zach said, lowing his head as he felt another long spurt wetting his leg.
Zach’s dad took a look at his son and noticed his complete despair. The young man was squirming on his seat, crying, holding his crotch like hell. He looked like a little boy. How could he had not seen his desperate state ?
« Have you wet your pants already ? » he asked.
Zach couldn’t answer. He couldn’t admit what was happening right now. He couldn’t tell his dad how wet he was and how his poop was threatening to invade his briefs. He just timidly shook his head in deny.
« Take your hands of your pants, Zachary. » his dad ordered as he parked the car.
Zach shook his head.
« Take your hands away, now. » he said, sharper.
As Zach took his hands away, he felt long spurt wetting his thigh and running through his leg.
« You already peed your pants, Zach ! » he said, surprised, « Stand up that I can see how much of an accident this is. » he asked his son.
Zach stood on his fragile feet, trying not to unclenched his legs. He was so ashamed. His dad would see how much he had peed already. But this was not even the bigger issue. As he rose, he felt farts leaving his butt, opening his butthole. He could feel his poop pushing harder and harder. He couldn’t help but put a hand on his butt to prevent poop to get out.
« Oh dear. Do you have to poop, Zach ? » his dad asked in disbelief.
« I need to poop so bad, daddy. » Zach cried. « I can’t hold it any longer. It’s pushing so bad… » he continued.
« Hold on, boy. We are going out of the car and we’ll find some bathroom quickly. » he said calmly. « But you have to restrain yourself from peeing and pooping in your pants. Can you male it for me, boy ? » he asked.
« I can’t hold it… I’m going to poop myself, dad. » Zach cried.
« Come on, let’s get out now. » his dad said while leaving his seat and opening his son’s car door. « Get on your feet, quick ! » he ordered.
Zach tried to rise from the car as fast as possible but every step was very painful and dangerous. He could feel his penis leaking constantly and his poop getting out.
As he finally got out of the car, he felt his bladder break in a very long spurt. His legs were wetting until a large paddle of urine was formed around his feet. His dad and him both could hear the clear and violent hissing sound before the urine hit the floor.
As he tried so hard not to let go of his bottom, he felt his butthole loosen at the same time as his bladder. In a few silent farts, he felt his poop pushing despite his will. He felt his briefs filling with a hard poop, little by little.
First he felt a small bump forming on his bottom but in a second fart he felt his bump getting bigger and heavier. After 3 involuntary pushes, he had finally done it. Zach had had a poop accident in his pants. His hand on his butt was now completely useless : the only thing he was holding was a big poop in a wet pants…
As he realized his horrible situation, he fell on the ground, in tears, trying to hide himself from his dad and every one around who had seen the accident. He wanted to hide under the car and never get out. But then he felt an arm around his shoulders.
« It’s over, boy. Calm now. I’m sorry I didn’t see you had to go to the bathroom, my dear boy. » his dad said softly before wrapping his son in his arms.
For the first time in 6 years, Zach felt like his daddy’s boy. |
Impatient Imran
Imran was impulsive, even to a fault. On an impulse he applied to study to be a doctor and leave his family and friends to be in the U.K. then on an impulse, not even thinking of the implications, he spent his third year student grant on a ‘super one off deal’ to establish his own business in multi level marketing on the promise of becoming a millionaire one day. That nearly got him deported because he stupidly hadn’t thought through the implications of working and running a business on a student visa. Thankfully another impulse of joining his local mosque saved the day, combined with a fine Muslim lawyer, and although Imran was grateful, he never did return to formal studying.
In fairness he put his all into his new business and when the company collapsed Imran spent months trying to rebuild his confidence and self image. Once again his character fault came into play when he began being impulsive with woman. Three months after meeting Shikira they were married and a month later she was pregnant.
Imran tried to settle but he couldn’t seem to deny himself. When he wanted something, wether that was the latest phone, expensive clothing or another woman, he found himself impulsively buying, borrowing and having sex, then regretting, struggling with remorse, then to make himself feel better impulsively buying, kissing or borrowing all over again.
By the time his daughter started school his wife had had enough. By 30 Imran was divorced, bankrupt and living on friend’s sofas.
Once again it was his faith friends who helped him. They prayed with him, took him to the mosque daily and worked on his character, patience and pain. Finally Imran found a job, spent his free time at the mosque helping out whenever he could, and eventually managed to rent a bed sit. He was determined to prove his doubters wrong and show he could be professional, patient and upstanding. After years of dodging paying by any trick he could, Imran finally called child support and began supporting the daughter he hasn’t seen in years. He applied for access and though it took two years he finally received one weekend a month on trial.
Tonight was one of those nights and Imran had wanted desperately to treat his daughter to try and make up for the years he had lost. Now almost 14 she was into pop bands, cartoon drawing and, to Imran’s delight, she was a faithful Muslim too. He’d saved up for months and spent almost an hour on the phone to get tickets to Ed Sheeran. He had so much to prove.
Imran met Tanisha at her local train station with her mum and new stepdad. After an awkward few minutes Imran and Tanisha boarded the train to town, had lunch in a Chinese buffet then took the train to the exhibition centre where queues were already forming five hours before the concert. Thankfully it was a mild day and Imran was just grateful to be with his daughter even if he wasn’t the biggest Ed Sheeran fan.
Time passed and the father and daughter caught up on life in the queue laughing, sharing and enjoying getting to know each other. Tanisha received what seemed like 100 text messages from her mum and friends and Imran received two: one from his phone provider informing him of a new deal and one from a close friend at the mosque saying that tonight was his chance to show everyone how patient and mature he was now. The timing of that one amusing Imran as an hour and a half of standing in the same place was frustrating him and his tendency to be impulsive was fighting within him.
Tanisha opened her bag and nibbled at a few snacks idly commenting how glad she was to have brought them and that she was even more glad she had been to the toilet at the Chinese restaurant earlier. Imran wasn’t so bothered about the snacks but he was beginning to need the bathroom and regretting his decision not to go earlier because he hadn’t needed it then. His daughter was clearly wiser than he was already, he thought.
Half an hour later and finally things looked to be moving, though it turned out to be just some internal doors opening allowing the queue to move a few meters but nothing more. Imran checked his watch. He was definitely needing a bathroom now but it was still at least two hours before the concert started and even the he had no idea where the bathrooms even were. He’d just need to wait. They were being pushed more now and the noise and crowds were a little overwhelming. Tanisha informed him there were almost 2000 people expected to this concert alone and thanked her dad for the hundredth time for managing to get tickets. Imran loved her excitement though his legs were getting sore standing and his bladder was bothering him. Imran began to debate in his head if he could perhaps leave his daughter and go look for a bathroom. As if she could read his mind she casually commented that the amount of people actually made her feel a bit scared and she would never have come alone. Imran realised he couldn’t leave a vulnerable 13 year old girl in a crowd of thousands even if he did want to urinate. He’d have to hold on, though he was getting more and more impatient by the minute.
He moved from foot to foot a bit anxiously. Tanisha asked if he was ok but he wasn’t going to admit to his thirteen year old who he barely knew that he really wanted the gents. Instead he said his legs were aching and he was wondering when they might actually get inside. Tanisha sighed and commented that he was just how her mum had said ‘always impatient and only focussed on himself’. Imran went a little red but signed and decided he would prove his daughter’s mum wrong. He was a changed man and he had to prove it.
Time passed and they still hadn’t moved though a number of staff from the centre wear out wearing luminous coats and ensuring the lines were in order. Imran was struggling to stand still. It was now hours and hours since he’d last went to the toilet and he really needed to go. He overheard someone else asking a steward about toilets and despite the noise of the crowd he heard that there were some just inside the lobby when they finally got there. Imran just hoped that wouldn’t be long away as he was getting really bursting to go now.
Tanisha noticed her dad’s movements and anxiety. She guessed what might be wrong but felt too embarrassed to say. Imran might be her biological father but she still hardly knew him and even if he was desperate for the gents what could she do anyway? Just then she watched as her dad crossed his legs and placed a hand in his trouser pocket.
Imran was bursting. What had started as a niggle, an uncomfortable bloated feeling near his bladder was now a strong and constant tingle in his penis and an ache in his bladder. Strong urges pulsates through him, firstly at random but now every few minutes. The tapping his legs, moving from foot to foot, kicked the wall behind him and squeezing through his pockets just wasn’t working any more and when another strong urge hit he crossed his legs tightly, bent forwards and had to squeeze himself closed through his pockets. There was no denying it now: he HAD to pee really badly. He muttered to himself, caught in the moment.
‘Grrr I really really need to pee’
Tanisha looked along the line then disappeared for a minute or so. Imran bent forward holding himself no longer caring what anyone thought. He’d never felt so impatient about anything before. He HAD to pee or else he would burst.
Just then his mobile buzzed. It was another text from his Muslim friend:
‘Just remember you are a changed man Imran. Be patient. Show your daughter how mature you are now. Put her first. I know you can do this!’
Everything hurt now. His head was spinning, his stomach ached with being so full, his penis felt swollen and numb and his pride hurt too. He couldn’t piss himself here in public in a long line formEd Sheeran with his daughter here. He had to be patient.
Finally Tanisha returned, but not alone.
‘Dad I’ve told the steward it’s an emergency and you can’t be patient any more. He just wants to confirm you can’t wait. Can you?’
‘Ohhhhh I want to...’ but at that he marched on the spot and grabbed himself as another very urgent throbbing pushed his body as it yearned to release. Some urine dribbled out despite Imran’s best efforts. ‘Actually it IS an emergency. I absolutely need to toilet so badly I am about to have an accident.’
‘Don’t embarrass yourself dad. Just try and be patient a bit longer ok?’
The steward took pity on Imran and took both dad and daughter to another side entrance where he opened a door with a key and led them into a small corridor. Imran had to stop twice and bend forward and grab himself as urge after urge hit him with force as his bladder decided enough was enough. He muttered to himself as he did so.
‘Be patient Imran. Keep holding!’
Finally the steward pointed to the toilets. To his utter surprise Tanisha ran to the ladies like her life depended on it whilst Imran could only hobble to the next door gents.
As Imran undid his trousers and pulled his penis out tears filled his eyes. He’d never experienced anything like it as he cried, sighed and pissed simultaneously for as long as he could ever remember. Just when he would think he was finished his bladder would restart all over just as violently, noisily and fast as before. Imran couldn’t believe how much liquid had been in his body but what he could believe was how ecstatic it felt to finally allow it all out.
As a third stream started Imran smiled to himself. He’d been patiently holding for hours and now he was having to patiently wait while so much fluid was released.
He just hoped Tanisha was being patient waiting for him outside.
Whether or not he enjoyed the concert or not Imran was proud of himself. Just months before he would have walked out of the queue hours ago and wouldn’t have had the resilience to hold his bladder for so long for the sake of someone else.
He was finally maturing and putting others first. If only he had learnt that years before. |
Shuichi breathed nervously. His personal bathroom at his dorm room had broken earlier, leaving the poor detective with no choice but to use the public restrooms. However, there was a bit of a problem-it was lunchtime, so practically everyone was currently using the restroom. Shuichi really regrets all that coffee he drank to keep himself alert while working on his talent. All that caffeine really did a toll on his bladder. Now he was left with his legs together, squirming desperately. This kind of situation was beyond even his own comprehension. Being cursed with this kind of bad luck-it reminded him of when he accidentally solved a murder case. That’s how he even became the ultimate detective. That’s why Shuichi was even in this place to begin with. That’s why he was at this silly school. Doing a silly sitcom. He was interrupted from his thoughts via a spasm in his bladder. Trying to distract himself didn’t work. All he could think about was how badly he needed to go. Every part of his detective skills were telling Shuichi there was no way he’d make it out dry. Still, he tried to bargain with himself, telling himself that he was wrong, or that it would only make his boxers wet at worst. This kind of adrenaline rush kinda made Shuichi want to try something this exciting again, but not without the worry of leaving a mess on the floor. It almost felt like-no, he couldn’t think like that. What he needed to focus on was not making said mess on the floor. Shuichi’s bladder felt very heavy in his abdomen, and he could swear that it was stretched like a giant water balloon. He was sweating bullets. It made him almost consider removing his hat due to how hot he was feeling from stress. Shuichi’s mind was clouded with impatience. Suddenly, he heard a voice.
“Hey Shuichi, you in line for the bathroom too, huh?” Kokichi asked, shifting from foot to foot with his crotch tightly held.
Out of all the people to talk to him at his worst, Kokichi would be by far his least favorite. While his boyfriend was admittedly cute, and even sweet at times, he could also be an annoyance. “What’s it look like? If the line is too long, can’t you just go back to the dorms?”
“It’s too far away!” Kokichi whined. “You really think I’d be able to make it back?” Shuichi rolled his eyes and went back to concentrating on not having an accident. But no matter how much time passed, the bathroom never seemed to be getting emptier, and of course, Shuichi’s bladder wasn’t either. Keebo walked by, curious about the situation.
“Is...something wrong?” Keebo asked.
“I’ve just had too much to drink at lunch earlier! All that liquid really went right through me, huh?” Kokichi laughed.
Hearing the word liquid made Shuichi’s bladder throb, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets in an attempt to prevent himself from leaking. “The plumbings still broken in my room, so I’ll just have to wait here.”
Keebo looked a little worried. “Are you sure you won’t-”
“Hey hey hey, don’t say such discouraging words! Shuichi will be fine, don’t worry about him!” Kokichi replied. Keebo rolled his eyes and decided it would be best not to touch on the subject any longer. “Will you guys hurry up?!”
“Be patient, Kokichi.” Shuichi scolded.
“How can I be patient when I’m about to explode-” Kokichi’s eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh…”
“Are you okay-” Shuichi began to ask, before he saw a wet spot show up on the crotch of Kokichi’s pants.
“It’s...coming out…” Kokichi said.
Seeing Kokichi leak made Shuichi’s bladder release a little as well. He felt a little twitch down below. He grabbed himself, praying nothing else would come out. It didn’t work, as another spurt escaped from his penis. He gripped himself tightly, hands practically half fists. After some liberal squeezing he managed to regain control. “D-Don’t worry, if you hurry you could still make it to the bathroom-
“Looks like you’re at your limit as well.” Kokichi giggled.
Shuichi was startled by those words. He could’ve sworn Kokichi had an almost seductive look in his eyes. He gulped nervously. “I…”
“I can’t believe you didn’t realize this was getting you off. Heh, how naive.”
“W-Wha-”
“That look on your face...you totally look hot and bothered.”
Shuichi gulped nervously. He suddenly realized why it was so exciting to him. It was forced to the back of his mind, where he refused to acknowledge it, but this was arousing him. Besides that, he didn’t really know much about arousal or sex, only really the basics. Shuichi took deep breaths. He wasn’t about to say that Kokichi was completely correct about it. He still had dignity left, and he was planning to protect that dignity. “I’m not. Stop trying to mess with me.”
“I’m feeling nice, so I’ll let you take a shower in my dorm room. Ya know, since the water in your room isn’t working?” Kokichi offered, throwing Shuichi the key. More pee came out of Kokichi, creating a small puddle on the floor. “Heh, you might even make it to the toilet on time, who knows?” Shuichi didn’t even say another word as he bolted to the dorms. He frantically unlocked Kokichi’s door and ran inside. Aiming his cock towards the toilet, Shuichi finally relaxed. A torrent of piss came rushing out, splashing and mixing with the water below. He made it. Shuichi didn’t wet himself after all. But he definitely would have if it weren’t for Kokichi’s mercy. Emptying his bladder felt like pure bliss. He let out a loud moan of relief. “So...good…” It seemed to take forever for it to finally stop, but Shuichi enjoyed every second of it. Shuichi made sure to flush the toilet, just to be polite. Afterwards, Shuichi’s legs felt shaky, and he collapsed onto Kokichi’s bed. He decided to rest for a bit, as he was still coming off the high he just experienced. “W-Wow...I’m not sure if it’ll be possible for me to ever feel that amazing ever again.” He noticed his crotch had grown warm from the afterglow. Shuichi would have to take care of that in a little while.
Kokichi walked into his room with his pants soaked. He noticed Shuichi collapsed on the bed and chuckled. “Looks like you’re starting to get hard. You must have been lying about not enjoying it, huh?” He closed the door behind him, and began to strip down.
“Kokichi?!” Shuichi exclaimed. “How come you’re taking your clothes off?!”
“What does it look like? I’m obviously about to take a shower. Besides, we’re dating. It’s fine if I get naked in front of you.” Kokichi shrugged. I’m finally going to get that sweet, sweet detective cock after this! Ahh, I can’t wait!
“That...makes sense…” Shuichi replied, his erection starting to grow more as he saw Kokichi undress. Kokichi walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. A few minutes later, Kokichi was clean and had dried himself off with a towel. He sat down next to Shuichi, pulling him into a kiss. Shuichi gladly embraced the sudden affection, wrapping his arms around Kokichi’s body. They stayed like that for a few moments, before Kokichi broke away from the kiss.
“Do you want to stick it in me?” Kokichi asked. “You know, since you’re…”
“I’d like to, but I’m a virgin, so I don’t really know how.” Shuichi admitted.
“Hmm, figures. I’m technically a virgin, but I’ve looked at dirty magazines before, so I’ll be able to walk you through it, don’t worry.” Kokichi reassured, unzipping Shuichi’s pants. “Just tell me if you get too chicken and want to stop, ok?” He slid his hand down to Shuichi’s crotch, taking his cock in his hand, gently rubbing it. “Can’t forget the warmup.”
“A-Ah..!” Shuichi moaned. “K-K-Kokichi-” He felt shivers down his spine. This felt different than when he touched himself. It felt more intimate, personal. “M-m…” He leaned into it, letting Kokichi play with him as he wished. “U-Uhm...I’m not sure how w-we’ll go about this. I mean, aren’t we both guys?”
Kokichi winked, turning around so that his ass was now facing Shuichi. “You’re gonna put it in my butt, duh.” Nervously, Shuichi inserted a finger to test the waters a bit. “Eh? It’s...wet. You’re one of those males who can get pregnant? Won’t we need to use protection?”
Apparently, that had been thought of beforehand. Kokichi tossed him a condom. “Monokuma gave us condoms ‘in case of certain activities.’ They showed you in health class how to put it on, right? I think I’m already wide enough for you to enter, seeing you moan and squirm like that earlier from me just touching you REALLY got me off…”
Shuichi nodded, taking in deep breaths. He opened up the package, and began unraveling the condom onto his shaft. Shuichi double checked to make sure it was a snug enough fit. “It’s on now.” His instincts seemed to have an idea of what to do next. Taking a deep breath, he thrust himself into Kokichi. Kokichi let out a happy moan in response. Hearing this gave Shuichi reassurance. Another thrust shortly followed after. Entering and reentering was a bit tricky at first, but Shuichi managed to get the hang of it. Shuichi could almost swear the way he was moving was rhythmic, Kokichi moaning and panting after each thrust, and Shuichi letting out a moan every time he entered and reentered. However, he felt like he could do better than that, surely. So Shuichi decided to shake things up. The new beat to their physical love got faster, rougher. It seemed to flow naturally from the old rhythm into the new rhythm.The moans from both of them had become more intense.
“More like this, more like this!” Kokichi cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!” Shuichi smiled, and indulged in Kokichi’s request, trying to hit all of his good spots. Kokichi let out his loudest moan yet. “S-Shuichi! I’m gonna-ahh!”
“Eh?! Do you mean-” Before Shuichi even managed to finish that sentence, Kokichi came, his hot sticky load rushing out and onto the bed below. Taking a couple more thrusts, Shuichi did so as well, filling the condom up with his cum. He withdrew himself from Kokichi’s ass and put the condom in the trash. “The whole dorm room could have heard that…”
“It could even wake the horny dead!” Kokichi replied. Shuichi let out a small chuckle. He pulled Kokichi in closer to cuddle with him.
“I love you, Kokichi.”
“Me too, Shuichi.” |
Hey fam,
So I'm not very active on this forum, but I've begun writing up some of the stories, memories and fantasies that I've had related to desperation and wetting ever since @OmoXenomorph introduced my to this kink and this forum. Here is a fictionalized account of a few different experiences we had together (plus a liberal dose of stylistic embellishment). This one is definitely still a huge fantasy for me. I also posted it in the Omorashi group on Fetlife if any of you are active there (I tend to check Fet more regularly). I hope you like it! I also would welcome feedback and constructive criticism in regards to the style and content. I'm still trying my hand at this and want to push myself to make really fun content.
Enjoy!
_leila
Every week Tuesdays are reserved for date night. Paulo is a musician and often has gigs over the weekend, so they picked a weeknight day where they can usually spend time together eating yummy foods, making music, and when the mood is right play delicious and rousing pee games.
At 5 pm on this particular Tuesday, Leila came home from school brimming with excitement. Paulo was going to make her dinner and then they were going to have a holding contest. She put her school bag down and skipped over to Paulo’s desk to give him a big kiss. She wiggles her hips and giggles. She’s wearing her favorite jeans for the occasion. She had bought two pairs of these American Apparel high waisted jeans before they shut down years ago. They fit her perfectly, especially after a couple years of wear. The high waist sat right at the inner curve of her waist, skimming down over her full hips and her cute round ass that is curved like a pear, fullest at the bottom. They are a light wash soft blue color and 100% cotton with no give or stretch. They turn a beautiful shade of blue when she wets herself in them. Paulo loves to take pictures.
She stands there wriggling with excitement. Paulo grabs her from behind, cupping her butt and pressing his fingers into the seam of the jeans. She shivers from the pressure. He pulls her into him and buries his head in the curve of her soft round belly. He gives her a kiss at the waistline and looks up at her with tenderness. She asks, “Should we eat now or order food later? I don’t think I’ll want to cook at midnight or whenever we finish this round.” His face suddenly looks strained as he lets her go and stands up. He puts his hands on her shoulders and says, “Babe, I have some bad news”. Leila tenses up with anticipation, the bad news could only mean one thing. He looks her straight in the eye and says, “Kenny called a last minute rehearsal for the gig on Saturday, I couldn’t say no”.
Leila’s excitement crashes down around her. They hadn’t been able to play games in weeks because of both their busy schedules, she had been so looking forward to it. Her disappointment turns to saltiness. She bristles with frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could have made plans with Lauren.” She flopped down into his desk chair and sulked. Paulo took a deep breath, he was anticipating that she would pout and hated to disappoint her. He put his hands behind his head and took a deep breath. “Babe, I only found out twenty minutes ago”. She swiveled back and forth in silence and then looked up at him to ask when he was leaving. “Right now,” he says grimly. She holds her hands over her face and exhales. The day had been going so well.
Paulo leans over and puts his hands on the arm chairs of the desk chair stopping her anxious motion. He kisses her on the forehead and says, “Look, I know you’re disappointed, but I think I have a way to make it all better”. She looked up at him still pouting, but curious. He takes something out of his pocket and puts it behind his back. “Stand up,” he orders sharply. She jumps to attention. He only takes that tone with her when he slips into his role as a Dominant. Leila and Paulo are both switches, changing roles as Dominant and submissive as the occasion may suit them. When Paulo has a diaper day, Leila enjoys being his Mistress and caregiver, babying her little. But when Paulo is Dominant, it’s a whole different story. Leila listens attentively.
Paulo suddenly slips his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pulls her to him sharply. Her salty mood dissolves into excitement, what did he have in his hand? He pauses and looks at her with a devilish smile. “When was the last time you used the bathroom?” he demands. She struggles to recall. “Maybe when I got out of class before I drove home, about twenty minutes ago?” “Good” he grunts, and before she knew it, he had taken a zip tie and fastened it around the button of her jeans. She looks at him with delight, this could only mean one thing. “May I have your bathroom privileges, Miss Leila?” he asks faux formally. She stifles a smile and responds back equally seriously, “Yes, Master. Of course.”
Before Paulo leaves for his rehearsal, he sets her up at his desk. He’ll only be gone for a couple hours, but she doesn’t know that. He has opened up to Kim Cartoon and turned the page to the second season of Steven Universe, his favorite so far. He places three empty pickle jars of water in a row on the desk (about 24 ounces each), along with a light snack (for this would surely be a long night and he liked to make sure his submissive is well-fed and taken care of). He opens the Photo Booth feature of his MacBook on the other screen and begins recording. He turns to her and says, “You will drink one jar during every episode that you watch. I will check in regularly to see your progress. There will be no cheating, as I will be recording you until I return. You will also be given additional missions as I see fit, do you understand?” “Yes, Master,” she responds quickly. “You will be required to describe the sensations you are experiencing in detail. I want you to check in before and after every episode and text me as well.” “Yes, Master”, she responds, stifling a giggle.
He gives her a kiss on the forehead. “Let’s review”, he says. “First where are you on the scale?”. “Probably a one”, she says, “I barely drank any water all day I was so busy”. He looks at her with an eyebrow raised. “So you have not been properly hydrating?” Her eyes widen and her voice gets quiet, “No, Master”. “Well, then you will have to drink an additional jar”. “Yes, Master”. “Now”, he says, “let’s go over one more time the progression of the scale”.
The scale is a system from 1-10 that Paulo and Leila had developed to measure her desperation. 1 is feeling no urges at all, completely comfortable with no foreseeable need to go to the bathroom. 2 is the beginnings of an urge, the faint feeling of “I will need to go at some point”. 3 is a more serious feeling of needing to go, that you should finally start looking for a bathroom (which is an important marker for Leila for her urges can spike from a 3 to a 10 in a matter of minutes). Four is when desperation starts to sit in, you might wiggle a little bit in your seat and you know you’ll probably need to pee shortly. Five is when the desperation starts to get more serious, you might hold yourself briefly and know you’ll need to pee in the next 5-10 minutes. 6 is when you have no choice but to hold yourself while you’re looking for a place to pee. 7 is when you need to have constant firm pressure on your crotch, bending your hips back and forth, pacing, and jumping up and down on your heels to distract yourself from the urge. 8 is when you are practically doubled over with the urge. Holding your hand over your crotch is not enough anymore, you look for edges of chairs and other hard surfaces to do the job. You can barely contain it, small involuntary leaks are common at this stage. 9 is when the pressure building up becomes so unbearable that you pant and heave with the strain of trying to hold it in. The control you need to squeeze your muscles has put you into an all-consuming trance, but your tightly squeezed muscles are so exhausted that they begin to fail. Involuntary spurts are common at this phase. 10 is just an uncontrollable and total desperation. You are going to wet yourself, it’s inevitable, you have surrendered to your fate. You can barely hold it in and pee has started to seep out of you as you struggle to maintain your control, but you hold on tightly to that edge until you finally, finally, finally release.
After reviewing the scale, Paulo double checks that everything is just so. The cartoons are on the big screen with the snacks and the now four jars of water on the desk. The MacBook is positioned so that the top of Leila’s face is cut off (for privacy) and the camera faces down at her body and into her lap. He has made sure she has a pair of comfy socks to keep her toes warm, a soft throw blanket to wrap around her shoulders and the sound turned on for notifications on her phone. He gives her a good-bye kiss and picks up his violin to leave. He turns around and looks at her sitting happily at his desk, munching popcorn, and watching her favorite cartoon. "She looks so sweet, she’s such a good girl,” he thinks to himself. “It’s a pity I’m going to treat her very, very terribly tonight... but this should be very fun."
Fifteen minutes later at the conclusion of her first episode of Stephen Universe, Leila smiles contentedly at the camera. She picks up her empty pickle jar and brazenly brandishes it in front of the camera. She sends a picture of it to Master for good measure. Speaking into the camera, she says, “I feel very comfortable and happy to be properly hydrating. It’s now been 45 minutes since I last used the bathroom and I don’t have to go, but my stomach feels full of water. I don’t think I have any urges but I’m very excited. I think I’m a 1.5”. She returns to Stephen Universe and picks up her second glass of water.
Halfway through the second episode, she receives a text from Master. He has just arrived at his rehearsal space and wanted to check in on his submissive. He puts a heart next to the picture of the empty jar. “Very good,” he writes, “send me another picture of your progress”. She sends him a picture of a more than half empty jar, she is adequately pacing herself. “I am very pleased to see your progress,” he responds. “Here is your first mission: go put water on for coffee.” “Coffee!” She exclaims, “it’s after 6, I’ll never sleep!” “I don’t expect you will” he responds with a devil emoji, “but I won’t be sleeping either. Finish the coffee by the end of the episode.” She giggles and gets up to make a cup of coffee. She adds extra cream to cool it off and a tablespoon of maple syrup to make it go down faster. This was starting to get very interesting.
At the end of the second 15 minute episode, she had polished off the last of the jar of water and was finishing the dregs of her coffee. The warmth of the coffee had made her feel cozier on this chilly evening. She looked into the camera and assessed her condition. “I’m definitely starting to feel it. Approaching a 3, but I’m staying really calm, so that’s probably why I’m not feeling it as much.” She sends a picture of her finished jars to Master and gave him the update. “Only a 3?” he writes back, “Oh no, this will not do. Go make a cup of tea, as well”. She sighs. This was very demanding of her, she just wanted to keep snacking and watching the Crystal Gems like a good little until he came home. Surely the games would begin when he was back! “What kind of tea?” she wrote back. “Dandelion leaf, 2 tablespoons” responded with finality. She shuddered. A cup of coffee and a liter of water, plus an additional pickle jar of that damn tea and another liter of water? This was going to escalate very quickly. She stood up to go into the kitchen running her hands along the front of her jeans, pricking herself on the sharply cut zip tie. She would do anything to please her Master.
At the end of the third episode she was starting to feel it. She rocked back and forth on the chair gently. She had consumed over a liter of water plus a cup of coffee. The diuretic effect of the coffee was starting to set in and she could feel the pressure building. She clamped down on the muscles of her pelvic floor. She could control it without holding herself, albeit with some determination. Maybe a 4 or 4.5. She sends an update to Master while she wiggles a little. She smiles as she looks into the camera, surely Master would use this video for his own purposes. She doesn’t hear back from him so she starts the next episode and picks up the final jar of water. He was probably in the middle of rehearsal, but she felt unsure of her direction without his guiding hand. What happens at the end of this episode once she’s finished her last jar of water? When was he going to come home?
She starts the fourth episode and picks up her final 24 ounce jar of water. It was all starting to really hit her. She tried to concentrate on the episode but was too distracted by her urges. She started to gently put pressure on her vulva, feeling small waves of relief as she started to hold herself. Then when she saw it was an Uncle Grandpa crossover episode, she burst out laughing. The sharpness of her laughter made her feel the very beginning of a leak. She stood up abruptly and bent over trying to regain control. Master would not be happy about a leak so early on. He had trained her to be much more disciplined than this. She looked at the clock on the computer screen. He’d been gone for over an hour. When was he coming home? What did he want her to do next?
She started to walk back and forth gently in front of the desk breathing deeply as she held the last glass of water in her hand and taking small sips. She was an obedient submissive and knew that if she didn’t finish this last glass of water before the end of the episode she would be in trouble. She couldn’t even fudge the truth! It was all going to be right there on video. She had to finish the last glass of water in the remaining ten minutes, even though her pants were starting to feel tight and uncomfortable as her bladder became more full. She was definitely over a 5 now, but not quite a 6. If she stayed calm she wouldn’t need to hold herself. She breathed deeply and continued to pace back and forth, The movement giving her something to concentrate on.
As she was finishing the last swig of water from the fourth 24 ounce jar (on top of the coffee, on top of the jar of dandelion leaf tea), she was starting to panic when her phone rang. I was her Master, thank God, she answered quickly, “Hello? Where are you? When can I pee? What am I supposed to do next?” Paulo heard the panic in her voice and smiled. He reassured her and said, “Take a deep breath. You’re doing great. I am very happy to see the pictures of your progress. You have been a very good girl. I am much pleased.” She whimpered, “Master, I was so scared, I thought you were going to forget about me and leave me here all alone with my desperation. When are you coming home?” He calmly responded, “We’ve just wrapped up rehearsal. Kenny wants to give me some notes and then I’ll pack up and head home.” “How long will it take?” she whined. She needed him to be there to help her a guide her! (And to offer a firm and reassuring hand when her own fingers became weak from holding herself.) She began to hold herself in earnest. She was definitely a 6 now and growing stronger, maybe a 6.5. Paulo took a beat to pause before responding, “It shouldn’t be much longer than a half hour”. Leila looked at the clock. It was almost 6:30, she would just have to wait until 7. She could do this; she was strong. “Oh, and Leila...”, Paulo intoned. “Yes?” she responded. “Make another cup of tea.”
Leila whimpered, hopping from foot to foot as she put the herbs in the tea bag and the water on to boil. This was a lot of liquid in a short amount of time. A lot of diuretics too. She steeled herself for the next half hour. She could make it as long as she stayed focused and distracted herself. She put a few ice cubes in the tea to make it easier to drink and went back to the desk. She could only sit down now if she kept an entire hand under her crotch with the pressure of her body weight on it. The jeans that she was wearing were heavy denim with very little give in the fabric, so it took a lot of strength to get the material to bend and put pressure in the right places. She pressed the seam of her jeans directly onto her vulva and tried to rock back and forth. It barely helped at all so she resolved to stand. She put on a very dry (borderline boring) podcast about post-capitalist economies and began to gently pace. Steven Universe was totally off the table now. She was no longer in happy, cozy little space. This was the beginning of pure submission, she would please her Master at all costs.
She walked back and forth taking small sips of the tea. She hoped that Master would get home before she finished the tea (as he had not given her a timeline of when it needed to be drunk). She tried to turn her mind to the building of worker’s cooperatives as opposed to the incredible feeling of fullness and pressure on her bladder. The jeans were now incredibly tight. She looked at herself in the reflection of the camera. He curvy body and soft belly had never given her body that traditional view of the bulging bladder, but she could feel it. She put gentle pressure around her pelvis and abdomen, feeling and measuring her bladder’s shape. She wasn’t completely at capacity (not like the time that she and Paulo had had a drinking contest with gallon size jars of water. That had ended badly for her, but the sex was incredible). She knew that the water and tea she had drunk were slowly filtering through her into her bladder. It was now a matter of time. She tried not to watch the clock. 6:37, 6:42, 6:48… it seemed like and entire half hour would go by, but it would only have been 5 minutes. She was very clearly a 7, her hands were tired from holding herself so she kept switching off, alternately pacing, hopping, and rocking her upper body back and forth. He would be home any minute. 6:56, 6:58. She expectantly waited looking at the door.
But then 7:00 rolled around and then 7:02 and 7:05, she was dizzy with disbelief. He was never late. Where was her Master? Had something happened to him? She fumbled with her hands trying not to take pressure off her crotch as she picked up her phone. She put the phone on his desk on speaker. After 5 rings, he picked up. Breathlessly she asked him if he was okay. Where was he? Paulo heard the desperation in her voice feeling his whole body shiver with arousal. He’d been hard for the entire drive home but now it felt like an electric jolt in his body. He paused deliciously and said as nonchalantly as he could, ‘Oh, I stopped for gas. Do you want anything from the store?” He took his phone away from his hear as he heard Leila let out a primal howl. “Nooooooooo!” She moaned. She doubled over in pain as she shouted into the phone. “You said you’d be home at 7! I’ve waited. I’ve been so good. I haven’t had a single lea—“ No sooner had she said the word, when she felt a small dribble of pee come out her. She pressed her knees tight together and fell into a deep forward bend, pressing her hips back as far as she could without putting pressure on her bladder. She could not speak, so great was her need to concentrate, to clench her muscles to prevent the leak from getting worse. Paulo heard the pause knowing that his little joke had probably sent her over the edge. He was firm when he spoke, “Listen and listen hard. If you have had any leaks, any at all there will be hell to pay. I’m five minutes away. Don’t disappoint me.”
Leila heard him hang up the phone and began to whimper and cry. She had done such a good job, she had even gotten halfway through her second cup of dandelion tea. He wasn’t here to see any of it! He hadn’t been here to coach her and guide her, she had had to do it all herself. She bristled with indignity with the sheer injustice of it all. Stopping for gas? She was sick with fury, but more sick with desperation. She was fully an 8 now. She hopped onto the edge of the couch facing the door, rocking back and forth and relishing the relief and pressure the hard arm of the couch gave her. She would give him a piece of her mind.
When he walked through the door, holding his violin and a bag of something she couldn’t make out. She forgot everything and ran to him. Well, ran is not the right word, hobbled bent over and stumbling from side to side as she tried to make her way through the living room. He dropped his things on the couch and came toward her. Leaning down to scoop down under her pelvis, he drove his hand strongly upward to the sweet spot that gave her relief. The spot that only he knew how to touch. She collapsed into him, her arms around his neck and her face in his hair panting with the combination of her desperation and her gratitude. They stayed there by the door standing like that for a minute or so, until the wave of desperation passed and she regained control. Paulo took out his had and felt the moisture on his fingers. “You leaked,” he said severely. “No, I didn’t, I swear! I didn’t! I stopped it! I stopped it! I stopped it!” A shiver went through them both. “Spread your legs,” he ordered and bent to examine the small patch of cloth underneath her round butt. He gave a sniff. It smelled like pee alright, a salty animal smell. He stood up, concealing a grin. “You leaked, I saw it. I am very disappointed.”
He shoved her roughly past the other couch toward his desk. She looked at him, eyes wide. He took her by the arm and help up the lukewarm jar of dandelion tea. “Drink,” he commanded. “All of it. Now.” She obediently put the jar to her lips holding it with two hands while he held her crotch again. He took a special pleasure in applying the pressure she needed that gave her so much relief, savoring the warm, dewy moisture of the pee that had leaked into her jeans. When she was done he took the jar from her and looked into her apprehensive eyes. “You have been a very, very bad girl,” he intoned. “Do you know what happens to bad girls?” She shook her head, eyes wide, reaching her hand down to hold herself. He grabbed her wrist holding it up roughly away from her body. “No more holding. You will do as you are told, as I have taught you. You will control it.” She nodded, slipping deeper into sub space. He was here. He was finally here. She would do whatever he asked of her. Entering subspace was all consuming, eclipsing any connection to reality outside of their power exchange. Pleasing him felt transcendent, like it was her divine purpose.
Suddenly he flipped her around using his grip on her wrist and pinned her down against the couch with her arm behind her back. He bent her over the couch and paused savoring the sound of her labored breathing as she struggled to regain control. “How does your bladder feel?” he asked. “So full, Master,” she moaned. “How about now?” he asked as he pushed her upper body further down, putting more pressure on her bladder as it made contact with the back of the couch. She yelped and began to wriggle her hips back and forth. “Stay still,” he ordered and she stopped moving, whimpering and panting interchangeably.
He paused again, waiting for the drama of the moment to build. “You have been a very bad girl, Leila. Bad girls get what they deserve.” And as he spat out that final word, Leila felt a hard spank on her bottom. She moaned loudly. He continued to pin her down over the back of the couch as he rained sharp smacks upon her ass, distributing the point of impact all over her beautiful round bum. He lost himself in that moment, in the pure release he felt giving her pain. For a moment, he lost track of how long he’d been spanking her, but quickly regained control over himself. He began to gently smooth his hand across her bottom, lightly massaging what he was sure would be very pink skin once he got her out of her clothes. She was silent, but breathing deeply, completely surrendered to the pleasure, sinking deeper and deeper into submission.
He let go of her arm and she pushed her self up onto her elbows, gasping for breath. He checked in with her quietly to see if she had reached her limit. She shook her head no, she wanted more. He grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her upper body back towards him as he gave her a rough smack against the very bottom of her ass where it met her vulva. She was a 9 now, her control over her pelvic muscles starting to spasm. He gave her another rough punt closer to her vulva and she moaned, bending forward in desperation as she felt pee spurt out of her, warm and fresh. She pressed her knees together trying to control the flow, but it continued to spurt until the denim underneath her bottom was soaked through. She was frantic now, almost delirious with desperation. Moaning and whimpering and whispering "please" interchangeably. Paulo shushed her gently, stooping down to examine the darkening color of her jeans, pressing his face underneath the fullness of her bum, drinking in the smell and the sensation of the dampness. Then he felt another spurt come through, the moisture seeping through the fabric onto his face and he stood up suddenly. Her control over her muscles were failing. She was approaching a 10. They both knew she would wet herself, it was only a question of how far she could take it and when he would give in.
He guided her into the bathroom where she stood incoherently in the shower, begging him, begging him, “Master, please let me pee, please let me go, I’ll do whatever you say, just please let me go. Please please please.” She crumpled against the wall, letting herself sink down onto the ledge of the tub overcome with her desperation. He wrenched her up so that she was standing straight up, but she could barely stand. She shifted from one foot to the other, writhing and wriggling and holding onto him for support as every single muscle in her lower body tensed up trying to contain it. Another big spurt came, this time seeping down her leg to mid thigh. She yelped and cried out, “PLEASE!” holding out her arms to him to hold her up as she doubled down, bending forward and wiggling her hips. He pushed her back against the wall. “Stay still”, he ordered. It was almost cruel, the way he was pushing her, but he wanted to see how far she would go, how deeply she could submit to him and to her own desperation. Her eyes rolled back into her head, she was silently crying now, whimpering with need between heavy labored gasps.
She looked at him with nothing but need in her eyes as waves of spurting shot through her. There was almost no point in keeping her like this, thought the sight of her sent him over the edge. Her pelvic muscles could not hold back the four 24 ounce cups of water, the coffee and the two 24 ounce cups of dandelion tea that came spilling out of her unbidden. She felt the warmth and the small waves of relief as these spurts burst forth and looked at him with desperate devotion. She would hold onto the bitter end; she would not give in. He grabbed her face and kissed her hard, feeling the salt of her tears and the snot on her lips from her sputtering gasping breath. He pulled away, looked at her and said, “Okay”. She sobbed with relief as waves of pee flowed out of her freely. He held her up with an outstretched arm as he watched the pee soak into her jeans all the way down to her ankles, over her cute fuzzy socks, into pool around the floor of the tub. When she was done with the first wave, he flipped her around and she reached her arms out to the wall of the shower to steady herself, her head hanging down in exhaustion. He watched the second wave of pee flow gently out around the bottom of her bum and soak through the back of her thighs. He held his hand out, cupping her ass, and let the now-weakened stream flow through his fingers.
They stood there for a few minutes while the stream died down, both breathing heavily, until she turned around and looked right into his eyes, lips trembling. He took her face into his hands and kissed her on the forehead. He looked her in the eyes and said, “You did so good, Leila. You're such a good girl and I’m so proud of you. You’ve made me very happy.” Happy wasn’t even quite the right word. Exhilarated beyond the point of arousal, just pure electrifying aliveness. The power of her submission, the depth of her desperation. He was in awe of her. She was exceptional, truly gifted for someone who didn’t share his kink, but wanted to share his fantasy. He helped her step out of the shower and used his pocket knife to cut open the zip tie that had trapped her in these jeans. He peeled her out of them, the fabric now cold and damp, kissing her skin as he pulled them away from her body. He took a fresh warm towel and wiped her down, before wrapping her tightly in it and carrying her off to the bed.
She would crash for a half hour as her body recovered from subspace and he would hold her as she slept swaddled in blankets, brushing the hair away from her face. When she awoke, there would be time for aftercare: a warm bath, a fizzy drink, gas station fried chicken--really whatever she wanted, he would give to her, as she had given everything she had to him. Then they would cuddle and kiss. Under his gentle caress, she would awaken her body to their shared arousal. Him relishing the memories of her total and awe-inspiring desperation and her the satisfaction of knowing that she had given everything that she had to give and it was so much more than enough. |
Emma smiled happily when she saw the familiar sight of the towns football stadium in the distance meaning they were almost there. Almost as if reading her mind the trains tannoy system sparked into life with the pre recorded message telling passengers that they were on approach to the next station. It went on to say that the service would be terminating and some stuff about asking passengers to take their belongings and have tickets ready but Emma had already stopped listening as she went back to the thoughts in her mind. She was glad they were almost there, mainly because she was looking forward to the continuation of her already fun night out with her friends for Claire’s birthday, but partly because she needed a wee, quite badly.
The journey had taken about 20 minutes. Not a long journey, not long at all. But when that 20 minutes had been spent with an ever filling bladder and a need to pee that kept on intensifying it had seemed a long time. She squirmed slightly as she thought about her need and the thought that it had been about 45 minutes since she last had a wee. Again not a long time usually but having consumed many glasses of wine it certainly felt like it.
She had met her friends earlier in the evening at their local pub in their and had then gone to the Italian restaurant in town where they had had a lovely meal and worked their way through a few bottles of wine between them. They had all decided that after leaving the restaurant they would go get the train and head into town and hit up a few of the hot spots.
By the time they reached the train station Emma first noticed her need to pee. She had gone just before leaving the restaurant but she wasn’t surprised. She had had a lot of wine and had, as they say, broken the seal. She was always the same when drinking wine, or any alcohol for that matter, she ended up needing to wee quite often.
Unfortunately for her the station in their little town was made up of just two platforms with a couple of shelters. No toilets or waiting rooms. So she had just accepted that she had to wait. At the time that had been easy to say but as she stood waiting for the train she could feel her need increasing.
When their train had finally arrived she saw, as she expected, it was a simple commuter train. She had known it would be but part of her had hoped it might be a more modern train, one with toilets, but alas it wasn’t so she had just boarded and followed her friends to sit down. When she had sat down she knew it was only a short journey and they would soon be at their destination.
Now here they were pulling into the station and now she really needed a wee. She subtly bounced her legs under the table as she focused on the signals from her bladder. The sooner the train stopped and they got off the better. At least this station had toilets.
As the train slowed down and came to a stop her friends got up and headed for the door. She grabbed her bag and followed behind them. As she stepped out onto the platform the cold air hit her and seemed to intensify her need. She composed herself and set off walking along with Jenny.
As they entered into the main hall of the station she looked over and saw that the waiting room was closed up for the night. She cursed as she had hoped to just go in and use the bathroom. She looked round at the toilets across the tracks on the other platform and couldn’t see whether or not they were still open. Whether they were or not it wasn’t relevant either way, she wasn’t about to walk all the way under the subway to the opposite platforms just to potentially find them locked anyway, plus she didn’t want to be the only one holding everyone up, most of her group were already in the queue for the ticket barrier.
She begrudgingly ignored the protest from her bladder and joined the queue with her ticket in hand. As she stood in the queue she realised just how badly she needed to pee. Standing up certainly hadn’t helped and now she was busting. Not desperate just yet, thankfully but definitely a strong need. As she moved along in the queue she couldn’t help jiggle her legs back and forth in an attempt to lessen the need she was feeling.
Eventually she reached the front and scanned her ticket which opened up the barrier. She joined her friends and waited for the rest of the group to join them. When they caught up they discussed where to head first and a decision was made to head to an 80’s themed bar that would have karaoke. Emma hadn’t heard of the place before and asked where it was. She squirmed when she heard where it was. The bottom side of town. A 10 minute walk. By then she would be bursting and definitely heading straight for the loo.
They made their way out of the station and as they walked across the square the group split off into three smaller groups. Emma was with Jenny and Lisa at the back and as they walked along she tried to concentrate on the conversation but her focus was on the building pressure she felt between her legs and on making sure she kept her knickers and dress dry. Walking really wasn’t helping her need and she soon jumped up to bursting. She knew if they didn’t hurry up and get to where they were going, she would be in danger of having an accident. She quickened the pace a little and as she turned round the corner she smiled at what she saw. At the corner of the intersection down the road was McDonalds. She could use the toilets there.
“Yes, yes, yes, I can go there, not far to go” she started thinking to herself. Thankful that she no longer had to worry about holding on till they got to the bar they were going to. She just had to get the bottom of the road. She turned to Jenny and Lisa and told them that she was going to call into McDonald’s and use the bathroom.
“We aren’t that far away now, only 5 minutes”. replied Lisa.
“I know it's not far away but I really really need a wee, I’ve needed to go since we got on the train, I’m getting desperate” said Emma, trying to emphasise to her friends that she needed to stop off.
“Okay” nodded Lisa then suddenly turned to the rest of the group just ahead and shouted. “GUYS, WE ARE GOING TO MCDONALDS. EMMA NEEDS A WEE!”.
Emma couldn’t believe Lisa had just advertised so bluntly that she had to pee, thankfully there weren't many people around this part of town. Lisa ran down to the rest of the group and when Emma and Jenny caught up to them Claire asked what was going on.
Emma crossed her legs and said “I'm calling in Mcdonalds because I really need a wee”.
“I will come too,” added Jenny.
“Okay, we will continue on, we went to get there soon to try get a table”.
“No problem, I will see you guys there” replied Emma, turning to continue down the road. Jenny followed in behind her whilst the rest of the group crossed over the road.
She reached the edge of the road and pressed the crossing button. Cars and buses went past and all Emma could do was look across the road, knowing that relief was so close but so far. She kept looking at the walk signal willing it to turn green. She crossed and squeezed her legs, bobbing gently on the spot. Knowing she was so close to a bathroom was making the pressure worse and making her desperation slowly increase.
Eventually the light changed to green and she dashed across the road and into the busy store. She knew the store well and knew the toilets were upstairs. She looked at the stairs and saw there was a barrier across them. They must close the upstairs part during the evening she thought. She turned towards the back of the restaurant to where the disabled toilet was. As she walked forward she saw that was blocked off too. When she reached the blockage there was a security guard standing there. She asked him if she could get past to the toilet and her heart sank when he gruffly replied “no”.
He explained to her that after lots of trouble with drunk people causing a mess and just coming in purely to use the toilets they made the decision to not let people use them after certain times at the weekend. She wanted to plead with him, to tell him how she was bursting and almost wetting herself, to let him know she was almost having an accident. But she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. It was too embarrassing. She accepted his denial and turned to walk out.
Being so close to relief to be denied was so bad, almost as if her bladder was adding more pressure in protest. All she could do now was head after the rest of her friends and hope she could make it. She joined Jenny and told her about what had happened. They headed down the road and then turned onto one of the main streets for nightlife. As she walked along the street she looked at each bar and place they passed wishing she could just dash inside one of them and use their bathroom. She would have happily done that had it not been for having to queue to get into them.
She pushed her way through the crowds of people, all the while focusing on holding on just a little longer, focusing on keeping her knickers dry. Being denied and having to keep on holding had pushed her from bursting into being desperate and now it was taking all her strength to keep holding on. She kept getting waves of desperation hitting her and with each one she felt her bladder push and she almost leaked into her knickers.
It took them five minutes to reach the end of the street and as they turned the corner she saw her destination and to her dismay, there was a small queue to get in. Thankfully she saw it wasn’t a queue to get in the bar, it was a queue whilst the security checked ID and searched bags.
She joined the back of the queue and broke out dancing and squirming, she could do it, she could hold on, just a tiny bit longer. All she could think about was her frantic need to wee. She found herself urging the queue to hurry up, she needed to get inside, she needed to get to the toilet, she needed a wee. More than anything else she just had to wee.
It took a few minutes but she reached the front. She noted there was a small entry fee and to her dismay when she went to get money out of her purse she realised she had used her last fiver to pay for her train ticket. Jenny realised the same and said they would have to go to the atm. Emma knew there was no way she could go to the ATM and then queue up again. She would wet herself for sure. She asked the bouncer if she could get some money and come straight in. Thankfully the guy was nice and told her that she didn’t have to queue up again, just come straight to the front.
She thanked him and dashed as fast as she could towards the atm. There was a group of young lads standing there and she hoped and prayed that they all didn’t want money. She had only been standing there for 30 seconds but her need was getting dire. She was dangerously close to wetting herself and her embarrassment no longer mattered, all that mattered was getting to the loo as soon as possible.
“Excuse me guys, would I be able to go ahead of you, I’m dying for a wee and I need money to get into the bar”. As she pleaded with them to let her cut she grabbed herself and crossed her legs to show them how serious she was.
The guy at the front laughed and said she could go first. She thanked him and quickly thrust her card into the machine. She tapped out her number, dancing and squirming on the spot as she did. She knew the guys were probably enjoying watching her dancing and wiggling in her dress but she didn’t care about that. She could only focus on one thing.
Suddenly a wave of need hit her and a few dribbles escaped into her knickers. She pleaded with the machine to hurry up and give her the money. As soon as it came out she grabbed it and ran back towards the bar. She completely forgot about Jenny behind her and told her she would pay for them both to get in. She waited for Jenny to come over and then they both headed to the bar.
When they got there Emma walked over to the bouncer and handed him the money. He handed her some change and as she went to open the door, he stopped her and told her he had to search in her bag. She told him she was desperate for the toilet and had to get inside. He nodded and told her he heard that a lot, he still needed to search her bag.
She handed over her bag and squeezed her legs tight, telling him to hurry up. She felt more dribbles escaping and dampening her knickers. She was on the verge of losing control. This added delay wasn’t helping her at all.
He checked through her bag and when he was happy he handed it back and started searching Jenny’s bag. Emma opened the door and told Jenny she would see her inside. She dashed inside and quickly found her friends sitting at a table. She walked over, threw her bag down and asked Claire where the toilets were. Claire pointed to the stairs in the corner and said they were upstairs.
Emma dashed across the room and started climbing the stairs. With each step up she dribbled and leaked into her knickers.
“Oooo com on, so close, so close, need a wee, need a wee, I have to wee, oh good I just want to wee”. The inner monologue ran through her mind over and over and she got closer to the relief she so desperately needed. She reached the top of the stairs and walked towards a door. She realised that was the gents and looked round and found the ladies.
She pushed through the door and immediately bumped into Lisa who was stood outside three closed stalls.
“Hey Emz, glad you made it, I was wondering where you…..you okay?”.
“I’m about to wee myself if I don’t get to a toilet” said Emma, frantically dancing.
“I thought you went to McDonalds” replied Lisa.
“I did, but they wouldn’t let me use the bathroom, can I go first, I’m seriously starting to wet my knickers”.
Lisa looked at Emma dancing and said “I can see that, but no you can’t go first, I’m almost wetting myself as well, you will just have to wait”.
It was only then that Emma noticed Lisa had her legs crossed and was squirming too.
Before Emma could protest one of the stalls opened and Lisa rushed in. Emma moved forward and squirmed hard as she heard the sound of Lisa pulling her jeans down and the sound of her forceful stream. The sound caused Emma to leak. She ran her hand up her dress and pushed hard on the front of her knickers. She could feel the wetness there as she pushed against her aching pussy trying to stop anymore leaking out. She frantically stepped from foot to foot, leaking against her fingers, desperately urging one of the stalls to open so she could have her much needed wee. The leaks got bigger, harder. She knew if she didn’t get to pee within the next minute she would end up doing it uncontrollably all over herself and the floor.
Something in her subconscious made her turn around and go out and push the door into the gents. She saw the stall open, the toilet waiting. The sight of it made her start spurting. She didn’t have time to think, she just acted on instinct. She moved towards the toilet, lifting her dress up and pulling down her knickers. The moment she moved her knickers she started peeing full force. A little shot onto the floor before she could move over the toilet.
She let out a long sigh as the pressure released and her bladder started emptying. The feeling was wonderful, almost orgasmic. She was so lost in the moment she completely forgot she was in the gents, in an open stall. She was brought back to reality by a sudden exclaim of “Wow”.
She looked up and saw the guy she had cut in front of at the ATM standing staring at her open mouthed. She wasn’t sure what to do. She was embarrassed but she just smiled at him and said “told you I was dying for a wee”.
He chuckled and said “yeah, you weren’t kidding”. He nodded down to her legs and she looked down and saw her red knickers around her knees with a clear wet patch on them from where she had been leaking. She flushed red and wished her bladder would hurry and empty. The guy went over to one of the urinals and started peeing. At least he had no issue peeing in front of her. When her stream died down she quickly pulled her knickers back into place and pulled her dress down. She apologised to the young guy and washed her hands.
She went back downstairs and joined her friends who had gotten a round of drinks in. Not long after the guy suddenly appeared at the table and handed her a drink and thanked her for the show with a cheeky wink. She blushed again, made worse by her friends questioning her about what the show was. She kept her lips sealed, that was just between her and the nice young man. |
This has nothing to do with Christmas 😕 I've been writing here for five years (yikes), so I thought I'd commemorate my very first story, which was posted on December 7th, 2014. I clearly missed that 5-year mark by quite a bit, but here is a 5,000-word follow-up on Garrett and Abby. Thank you all for your incredibly kind comments and support over the past five years! ❤️ Sapphire
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Garrett pulled out his phone and flipped it out of airplane mode as the plane pulled up to the gate. He rolled his neck back and forth, tense from the long day of travel and delays. He also pressed his thighs together, but he didn’t want to think about that.
His phone vibrated as the messages and notifications from during the flight came through. Garrett tapped on a text from his sister, Abby.
Got here early! I’m waiting for you by luggage claim. Can’t wait to see you!
Garrett couldn’t help but smile. It’d been nearly 10 months since he’d last seen Abby over Christmas. A year ago, she’d taken a new cardiology position in Maine, all the way across the country. Now a junior at UCLA, Garrett had eagerly accepted his sister’s invitation to visit New England with his sister over fall break. They made a plan for him to fly into Boston, where he and Abby would stay for a couple of days before driving up to Augusta.
The initial flight from Los Angeles to Chicago had been delayed on the tarmac, leaving Garrett little time to sprint between gates at O’Hare for his connecting flight to Boston. He was grateful to finally be back on solid ground, able to stretch his long legs (as soon as the passengers in front of his disembarked).
He looked down again at Abby’s message. He knew should stop before heading down to baggage claim – he’d definitely planned on stopping – but he didn’t want to make Abby wait. It would be fine.
He made his way through the terminal, his long stride projecting more confidence he felt navigating the confusing halls of Logan Airport. He wove his way through the thousands of other passengers, none of whom seemed to notice the slight hitch in his step as he passed the restrooms.
At the bottom of the escalator, Garrett had barely begun to scan the signs to determine which luggage carousel to go to when he heard a familiar shriek of joy. He turned just in time to catch Abby in a hug as she threw her arms around his shoulders, He squeezed her back, easily picking her up off the ground.
“Hey!” Abby squealed, hugging him tightly. “It’s so good to see you! How was the flight? Your luggage is probably already out – the belt started moving before you even came down. Do you want anything to eat? Are you hungry? We can just order something back at the hotel, too. I’m parked in short-term in the garage, so it’s super close.”
She said all of this before Garrett even put her down, and he beamed at his sister’s familiar chatter. He followed her to the designated carousel, doing his best to remember all her questions.
“The delay sucked,” he explained, “but the flights themselves were fine. It’s not even 6 back home, so I’m not too hungry. We can wait til we get to the hotel.”
Garrett was assuming that the hotel was fairly close and had decided that, at this point, he’d rather just go back and rest. It was already dark on the East coast, which, combined with his long day of travel, was making him feel more tired than he would otherwise.
“Good call,” Abby agreed. “We can just eat at the hotel bar, or we can order something in. There are plenty of options around here.”
Validated by his sister’s agreement, Garrett tried to relax. He definitely had to go to the bathroom, but all they had to do was get to the hotel, which wouldn’t take long at all. He scanned the curved conveyer belt and eased his way through the crowd to grab his suitcase. Abby waited for him to get back to her side, then turned and headed toward the parking garage. Garrett followed unquestioningly, and, sure enough, Abby’s car was in a close space.
Garrett placed his suitcase in the trunk and climbed into the front seat. Sitting in a car was infinitely more comfortable than sitting on a plane, and sitting gave him a little more latitude to keep his legs together.
“So how are you?” Abby asked eagerly, just as excited to see her brother as he was to see her. “How’s junior year going?”
Smiling tiredly, Garrett shook his head as the car pulled out of the parking lot. “No, no, I’m too tired and jet-lagged to tell stories. You start. Tell me about the land of Stephen King.”
Abby reached over and tousled his hair affectionately. She’d thought long and hard before taking a job so far away from her family; despite their ten-year age difference, she and Garrett were very close. He’d assured her that 3,000 miles and a 3-hour time difference were no big deal, that she should take the job. She had, obviously, but she missed spending time with her little brother and was thrilled to have a whole week to catch up with him.
So she started talking, giving him all of the information that she hadn’t fully been able to convey over text. Garrett smiled and settled back into his seat, realizing just how much he’d missed hearing the sound of his sister’s voice in person.
Garrett was so pleased that it took him ten minutes to realize how slowly the car was moving. He looked out the window and was greeted with rows of tail lights in the dark – not stopped, but definitely moving well below the speed limit.
He sat up a bit and looked out the window. Having never been to Boston before, he had no concept of whether there was always this much traffic, whether this was just a late rush hour, or how long it might take them to get to their hotel (not that he even knew how far away the hotel way in the first place).
Abby was still talking, seemingly unperturbed by the traffic, so Garrett sat back, but he was only half-listening now.
Garrett really disliked the feeling of needing the bathroom. He positively hated the feeling of needing the bathroom without having a bathroom immediately available. And sitting in a strange car in a strange city in traffic of unknown origin heading toward a destination an unknow distance away definitely qualified as not having a bathroom immediately available.
He took a deep breath, tightening his pelvic muscles a bit more. He wasn’t desperate, but he was getting there. He was still sure he’d make it to the hotel, though.
In another fifteen minutes, the traffic abated or they took a route that avoided the traffic…Garrett wasn’t sure and he didn’t care. The feeling of moving at a faster pace was indescribably comforting.
He must have sighed audibly, because Abby stopped talking and smiled in his direction. “You OK there, kid?”
Embarrassed to be called out, even in such a gentle manner, Garrett hoped that the darkness in the car would hide any blush in his cheeks. “Just tired. That’s the longest I’ve ever been on a plane in one day.”
Abby nodded empathetically. “It’s a damn big country to fly across,” she agreed, “but we’re almost to the hotel. We can just chill the rest of the night, and you can sleep in tomorrow.”
Garrett’s heart skipped a beat at Abby’s geographic estimate. All he wanted was to use the bathroom. It had been years since he’d been in a position where he’d held it for this long, and he didn’t like it one bit.
Abby’s prediction turned out to be right, and within five minutes, they were pulling up to the hotel entrance. Abby found a space in the parking lot, and Garrett retrieved his bag from the trunk.
It felt good to stretch his legs, but standing was harder on his bladder than sitting had been. He followed Abby into the lobby, willing himself not to cross his legs as he walked.
At the checkout desk, Abby greeted the manager and gave him her name. The manager typed, then frowned.
“What did you say it was, again?”
Abby repeated her name, spelling it out for good measure. Garrett clenched his teeth unconsciously and stepped closer to the rib-high counter, hoping to hide the uncontrollable shuffling of his legs. He just wanted to get to their room…
“Oh, you booked online!” the manager said, as if that made all the difference. “Sorry, our system is so odd…”
He handed Abby the keys. “Room 624. Wifi password is on the card. Elevator is around the corner on the left.”
Abby thanked him and headed in the indicated direction, Garrett behind her. “6th floor!” she said, as if this was a good thing. “You love the highest floor. Plus, it’ll be quieter up there.”
Obviously, Garrett was less worried about overnight noise than about immediate timing at the moment, but actually, finally heading to their room made him feel considerably less anxious than he’d been in the car. In the elevator, he positioned himself slightly behind Abby, daring to squeeze his crotch while she pressed the button for the sixth floor.
On the top floor, Abby glanced at the room number signs. “Oh, and look, we’re at the end of the hall, too! Furthest away from the elevator. Definitely the quietest spot.”
She beamed at Garrett, who did his best to smile back. At this point, he knew walking the length of the hallway wasn’t going to be his undoing, but he was incredibly uncomfortable and didn’t want to have to rely on holding himself to keep from leaking.
Nearly breathless with relief, Garrett watched as Abby unlocked and opened the door and flicked on the lights. He could see the bathroom, just to the right, he was finally going to get to pee…
Just as Garrett stepped forward, a harsh, blaring sound fill the hallway, and Garrett started to wet himself. In the same instant, he clamped his hand between his legs, forcibly cutting off the flow, but not before a warm leak soaked into his underwear. He had just enough time to get control and remove his hand when Abby turned around.
“Ooooh, terrible timing!” she said sadly. “Sorry bud. Fire alarm.”
She reached past Garrett to drag his suitcase into the room, while simultaneously shoving him into the hallway.
Too tired, desperate, and stunned to fully understand what was happening, Garrett stammered. “What…can’t we…”
“Nope,” Abby put on her best big sister/doctor face and she firmly shut the door to their room, effectively locking Garrett out in the hallway. “This isn’t a dorm, kid. They take these things seriously around here. Everyone out, so the fire department can come make sure everything is safe.”
Abby turned and opened the door to the stairway at the end of the hall, while Garrett stood frozen for a second. The sound of the ongoing alarm seemed muffled in his confusion, but Abby was already walking down the stairs, so he followed automatically, letting his brain sort things out on the way down.
They had to go outside. He had to walk down five flights of stairs. He had to go to the bathroom so badly, and his underwear were already wet. He had no idea how long it would be before he would get to use the restroom.
The stairs were agony for Garrett. The hotel didn’t seem crowded, but there were a few other people obeying the alarm, preventing him from putting his hands between his legs. Garrett stayed behind his sister, pausing a few times to twist his legs a bit and maintain a sense of control.
Outside, it was cooling down, but not nearly cold enough for Garrett’s teeth to start chattering the way they were. He unconsciously followed Abby away from the building, gazing frantically around for something, anything that could help him – an open restaurant, a thick copse of trees – anything that could substitute for the bathroom he’d been so abruptly prevented from using.
But there was nothing to be found. There were no restaurants or shops of any sort within Garrett’s line of vision, and, although the hotel had some woods on one side, they were blocked off by a long, wire fence.
A fire engine pulled up in front of the hotel, shutting off its wailing siren. A squadron of firefighters hopped out in full gear, and Garrett lost any hope he’d held that they’d be able to go back inside quickly.
Abby had wandered onto the grass across the access road, away from the crowd that had gathered at the edge of the parking lot. She hadn’t spoken since the alarm went off, but she turned when she heard Garrett’s choked whimper.
Stunned, Abby looked up at her brother. His bottom lip was shaking, and she could see his eyes shining in the light of the street lamps.
“Hey!” she cried. “Buddy, what’s wrong?”
The tears in Garrett’s eyes thickened and threatened to spill. His face crumpled in agony.
“I’m gonna have an accident,” he mumbled, voice cracked and shaking.
Abby’s eyes widened as Garrett seemed to cave in front of her. He hunched forward, crossing his legs, shoulders shaking visibly.
“OK…OK…” Abby said gently. She quickly scanned the lawn around them and saw a bench off to their left. “Come here, honey.”
She put her hand under Garrett’s elbow and guided him to the bench, further away from the crowd in the parking lot. As soon as they sat down, Garrett bent nearly in half, shoving his hands between his legs. The bench was thankfully angled away from the crowd, so his desperation was at least somewhat concealed.
“Oh, Gar,” Abby murmured, rubbing his back. “Sweetie, what happened? What’s going on?”
It was as if sitting down had eliminated the last of Garrett’s social restraint. All the anxiety of the past several hours came spilling out, accompanied by a copious stream of tears he could no longer hold back.
“I need to go to the bathroom!” he sobbed. “I went at LAX, but then we were delayed, and I couldn’t go in Chicago, and I didn’t want to go on the plane because the bathrooms are so small, and then I didn’t want to keep you waiting, and then there was traffic, and I was gonna go in the room, but then the fire alarm went off and there’s nowhere to go out here and I don’t think I can hold it anymooooooooore!”
He looked up at his sister, hands still clenched in his crotch life his life depended on it. “Please, Abby,” he begged, “I don’t wanna go in my pants.”
“It’s OK,” Abby whispered soothingly. “It’s OK. You can do this.” She’d learned long ago, when Garrett was in elementary school, that he didn’t like being told it was OK to wet his pants. After the incident in first grade, he hated the thought of having an accident so much that he would be infuriated at any suggestion that accidents were acceptable behavior. His family learned quickly that encouragement, not placation, was the way to go.
“We can find someplace close,” she tried. “Let’s just go back to the car.”
Garrett shook his head emphatically, almost stubbornly. “No, no,” he whined, his voice coming out childish and miserable in his frustration. “I don’t…I can’t get your car wet.”
“You’re not gonna wet your pants,” Abby promised.
Fresh tears fell from Garrett’s eyes, and his lower lip trembled. “I already did!”
It took all of Abby’s willpower not to reflexively glance down at her brother’s legs to check the veracity of his statement. Instead, she just asked “What?”
Garrett was shaking so badly, Abby almost thought she could hear his bones rattling. “W-w-w-when the alarm went off,” he stammered through his tears. “I had to go, and I was gonna go to the bathroom, but then alarm went off, and I started to go in my pants.”
Abby frowned in sympathy. She felt terrible that she hadn’t noticed how badly Garrett needed the bathroom at any point since she met him at the airport. She couldn’t see any realistic way out of this situation.
“Please, Abby,” Garrett repeated, practically babbling now. “I don’t wanna pee my pants. I have to go, and I can’t…” His breath caught and he twitched forward as a wave of desperation overcame him. He felt another leak escape, soaking into his already-wet underwear.
He raised his eyes again, looking so much younger than his 21 years. “I don’t think I can…” he cried, losing coherence. “I keep…”
I don’t think I can hold it.
I keep losing control.
Abby’s heart wrenched in her chest. “Honey, why I go see how much longer the fire department will be? Then we’ll at least have a timeline.”
Garrett nodded, still whimpering. Abby rubbed his shoulder reassuringly and quickly headed over to where a small group of people were clustered around one of the firefighters.
As soon as she left, a violent shudder rippled through Garrett’s whole body. It was as if the social fear of someone else seeing him have an accident was the only thing preventing it from actually happening, and as soon as Abby was out of sight, he lost all control.
Nearly doubled over, tears dripped off Garrett’s nose into his rapidly soaking lap. He kept his cries quiet enough that he could hear the voluminous, shameful sound of his urine hitting the concrete patch below the bench. The force of his accident was so great, he could feel it hitting his jeans before spreading in every direction. The bench was wet beneath him, and urine pooled on his lap, quickly gushing over his knees and streaming down both his shins.
He felt as if his entire abdomen had disappeared, leaving nothing but a vacuum under his ribs. He knew he was breathing because he was still crying, but his body seemed entirely devoid of oxygen.
Still quaking, Garrett eventually realized that he had stopped wetting himself at some point. He was drenched, deflated, and completely defeated. He’d lost all sense of connection to the world around him – all that was left was an empty, aching bladder and thoroughly saturated pants.
“Gar?”
Garrett didn’t turn his head as Abby approached him.
“Honey, they said there was a small fire in the kitchen,” she explained as she walked up. “It’ll be at least another 20...”
Abby trailed off as she rounded the bench. She hadn’t let herself focus on Garrett’s posture as she’d returned from the parking lot, but now, she couldn’t ignore the evidence in front of her, and her heart crumbled at the sight.
“Oh, Garrett.”
Garrett had never really stopped crying, but he wept even harder hearing the pity in his sister’s voice.
Abby sat down next to him, murmuring reassurances as she gently pulled his head down to rest on her shoulder. He convulsed with the effort of keeping his sobs quiet enough not to attract attention. For several minutes, they sat this way – Abby holding her brother and whispering comfort while his tears dripped onto her shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered as soon as he was able to actually form words.
Abby felt her own eyes fill with tears. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “I shouldn’t have rushed you out of the room or out of the airport. I’m so sorry, Gar.”
Garrett sat up, lifting his head from his sister’s shoulder, but he remained slumped, shoulders curled inward. He sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. His sopping pants were heavy, molding him into the bench. He was shaking and nervous, mortified by how completely he had lost control and terrified that it would happen again. Despite having emptied his bladder entirely just minutes ago, he tried to clench his pelvic muscles to check his state of fullness, only to find that he was getting no signals at all. It was as if his body was completely disconnected from his bladder, leaving him anxious that he could pee himself again at any moment.
But he didn’t say any of this to Abby. He just wiped at his eyes and tried to stop his lower lip from trembling. For her part, Abby knew not to push him, so they sat in silence, punctuated only by Garrett’s occasional sniffles.
Abby kept checking back toward the hotel, and after another 20 minutes, she saw people start streaming back in through the front doors.
“Hey.” She rubbed the back of Garrett’s hand. “They’re letting people back in. Are you ready to go inside?”
Garrett turned to confirm Abby’s statement, and an involuntary shudder ran through him.
“We can go through the side stairs,” Abby promised, correctly interpreting his hesitation. “We can wait a few minutes until the crowd thins out a bit. No one will see you.”
Drawing in a deep breath to calm himself, Garrett gave the barest of nods.
“Okay,” he said quietly after several seconds. “Okay.”
Abby smiled encouragingly. “It’ll be fine,” she said. “No one will see, and we’ll go upstairs and change.”
Garrett kept his eyes on the crowd strolling back into the hotel, tracking their progress. He shuffled a bit on the bench, feeling his now-cold pants chafe against his skin.
“Just a couple more minutes,” Abby assured him.
“Okay,” Garrett whispered almost unconsciously. He turned back to Abby, barely meeting her gaze before flicking his eyes downward.
“I…” He sounded so young and broken; Abby just wanted to wrap him in a hug for the rest of the night. “I think I have to go again.”
After all of the events of the evening, Abby didn’t have the energy to be surprised. It made sense, after all, that if Garrett hadn’t used the bathroom since the airport in LA, that he’d need to go again so soon after having an accident.
“Of course,” she said easily. “Everyone is almost inside. We’ll just go around back to the stairs.”
Garrett turned back around to see the last few people walking through the revolving door into the lobby. He waited another few seconds before standing and instantly cringed at the feeling of his piss-heavy pants hanging down from his waist. He blinked back a fresh sheen of tears, inhaled slowly, and started trudging back toward the hotel with Abby at his side.
They kept their distance, sticking to the shadows beyond the lights from the entrance. As they approached the side door, Abby saw Garrett pause and shift his hips back and forth.
“Honey, do you want to use the elevator?” she asked cautiously. “It might be faster.”
Garrett looked down at his drenched pants and shook his head emphatically, and Abby dropped the matter, swiping into the side door with her key card.
They ascended slowly, Abby slightly ahead of her brother, both keeping diligent watch for any other hotel guests. The stairs were deserted, thankfully, and their footsteps echoed off the unadorned walls.
Abby kept glancing back at Garrett. She couldn’t tell if his look of discomfort was from the feeling of his wet clothes or his need for a bathroom, and she was torn as to whether to try to speed up or let him move slowly.
They made it to the fifth floor landing, and Abby started up the last set of stairs when she heard a gasp behind her. She turned to find Garrett hunched over, hands between his legs, looking positively panicked.
Garrett looked up at his sister, eyes wide and fearful. His guileless terror made him appear at least a decade younger than his 21 years.
“Abby!” he rasped, voice high and cracking. “I had to go, but then it got really bad all of a sudden and I started to go in my pants again!”
Deliberately slowing her breathing, Abby stepped back onto the landing. “It’s OK,” she murmured, glancing at the fifth-floor door to make sure no one was coming. “Just hold on, bud. Just one more floor. You can make it.”
Garrett’s eyelids fluttered, sending a single tear down his cheek. Abby could tell he was hanging on by a thread to both his bladder and his emotions.
“I can’t pee on the stairs!” he moaned quietly.
“It’s OK,” Abby repeated. “Deep breaths. You can do this.”
Her voice was steady, but inside, Abby was in full agreement with her brother. Wetting himself outside, though humiliating, was not nearly as bad as leaving a puddle of urine on the stairs. There was no way they’d be able to keep that from the hotel staff.
Garrett sniveled, quivering, but he followed his sister’s instructions and took a deep breath. It took several long seconds, but he eventually straightened slightly and started up the stairs, keeping his hands firmly buried in his crotch.
Abby stepped quickly ahead of him, ready to open the door on the top floor. Garrett’s progress was slow and irregular, and tears were freely streaming down his face by the time he reached the top step.
“Please, Abby,” he begged as she opened the door to the hall. “It’s coming out.”
Breathless, Abby swiped the key in the door to their room. In her haste, she missed, and the locked beeped red.
“Abby!” Garrett whined frantically, feeling his wet pants re-warm under his desperate grasp.
“Sorry, sorry,” she mumbled, carefully reinserting the key. The locked clicked free, and Abby wrenched the door open, shoving Garrett past her into the bathroom. She shut both doors simultaneously and let herself exhale, knowing that at least they had avoided soiling the stairs or the carpet in the hall.
In the bathroom, the lights were still on from when Abby had entered the hotel room the first time. Garrett could see the toilet, but couldn’t move from the spot where he’d stumbled onto the tile.
He’d started losing complete control as Abby had fumbled with the key, and now, standing within feet of the toilet, he could do nothing but wet on himself, having an uncontrollable accident in his pants for the second time that night.
Garrett’s legs gave out and he slumped against the wall, sliding onto the floor into the spreading puddle. The knowledge that his warm piss covered the floor was the only thing keeping him from falling over completely.
Out in the bedroom, Abby listened for sounds of a typical bathroom visit, but heard none. After a couple of minutes, she knocked gently on the door. When she got no response, she called a warning to her brother before opening the door.
Garrett sat crumpled against the wall, eyes red and shining. His pants glistened in the light with new wetness, and his puddle spread out around him.
He looked up at Abby, his face a mask of misery. “I didn’t make it,” he whispered. “I peed on the floor.”
Abby’s heart broke at the sight of her forlorn, dejected baby brother. She reached up to grab a towel from the rack and started sopping up his mess. When she had absorbed enough to get close, she crouched down next to Garrett and put her hand on his cheek.
“You’re OK, sweetheart,” she soothed. “It was just an accident. You tried.”
Garrett didn’t respond, and Abby sighed. “Take a shower, honey. I’ll bring you your pajamas. You can get cleaned up, and we can get some dinner.”
“’m not hungry,” Garrett mumbled.
Abby just nodded. “That’s OK. We can just go to bed. You’ve had a long day.”
Abby pushed herself to her feet. Garrett made no immediate move to follow, so Abby dropped the wet towel in the corner of the bathroom and went to get Garrett’s pajamas from his bag. When she returned, Garrett was at least standing, his face still streaked with dried tears. She set the dry clothes on the counter, and Garrett mumbled a thank you.
While Garrett showered, Abby changed into her own pajamas, vicariously exhausted from the events of the evening. She wasn’t particularly hungry, either, but she could order some room service snacks for her to munch on (and Garrett, if he decided).
When Garrett emerged 15 minutes later, Abby tried to smile. “Hey, kid.” She gestured toward the second bed. “Come relax. We can watch a movie.”
Garrett didn’t acknowledge Abby’s words at all. “My clothes,” he muttered by way of a question.
“We can rinse them out in the rub,” Abby replied, rising from the bed to help, but Garrett waved her back.
“I’ll do it,” he said, still not looking her in the eye.
Suppressing a sigh, Abby watched Garrett return to the bathroom to rinse his urine-soaked clothes. She thought back to Garrett’s accident during the distract final game and how devastated he’d been at wetting himself at age 16. Now, 5 years later, Abby couldn’t imagine he’d have an easier time getting over the experience of peeing his pants.
Twice.
She heard the sounds of Garrett rinsing and wringing out his soiled clothes. Her older-sister instincts urged her to go help, but she stayed put.
After a few minutes, Garrett slunk back out into the bedroom. He stood awkwardly at the foot of Abby’s bed.
“Come on, bud,” Abby encouraged after a few seconds of silence. “Come sit down.”
Garrett frowned and shook his head. There were a few more seconds of silence before he spoke softly.
“I have to sleep in the bathroom.”
Abby’s shoulders slumped in sympathy. “Honey, no-“
Garrett raised his eyes to look at Abby, his face crestfallen. “You know I do, Abs,” he said miserably. “I’m gonna wet in my sleep, and I can’t pee in the bed.”
Abby couldn’t argue. Garrett had wet the bed after his soccer accident in high school (for several days, in fact), and she couldn’t put him through the humiliation of wet sheets in a public setting.
She shifted on the bed, patting the now-open spot next to her. “You’re not gonna fall asleep yet,” she said. “Come watch a show with me, and then we’ll set up something in the bathroom.”
Garrett paused, then nodded. He practically melted into the bed, folding up next to his sister. Abby wrapped her arm around his shoulder and gave a squeeze.
This wasn’t the best way to start their vacation, but they’d both survived Garrett’s accidents before. They could do it again.
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March 14, 5:00 PM
Theatrum Neutralis
"So, did you enjoy the Steel Samurai show, Mr. Edgeworth," Kay Faraday cheekily asked the red-suited prosecutor as the two exited the theater doors into the lobby. His eyes only light up like that when he's closing in on the truth of a case. She giggled slightly, knowing this hidden truth about the fearsome Miles Edgeworth, while tossing a large, empty paper cup into a nearby trashcan like a basketball. It flew a little too far and hit the outer rim, falling into the bin with only a few half-melted ice cubes being dislodged and flying onto the floor. Good thing Mr. Edgeworth's not watching, or he'd for sure make me pick those up.
"It certainly was an interesting experience, to watch a show like that in such an elegant theater." True, Edgeworth had a point, this wasn't some run-of-the-mill school auditorium they were emerging from. This was the theater of the Allebahstian and Babahlese Embassies, hosting a public event to celebrate the intention of re-merging into the Principality of Cohdopia. And a Steel Samurai show was one of the events on the schedule.
But it wasn't the opportunity to watch a children's show live that brought the two here tonight. Or, rather, it wasn't Kay's primary motivation. Kay Faraday was the successor to the title of the Great Thief Yatagarasu, but recently, a shadow of seven years past had begun moving once more, taking that noble name and using it for evil. Kay had caught wind of the fake Yatagarasu's intention to attack the embassy tonight, when they would have a guaranteed audience, so here she was.
However, as vitally important of a topic as this was, it wasn't exactly at the forefront of the young thief's mind at the moment. Truthfully, there was something distracting her, even as she sat watching the Steel Samurai, gnawing away at her concentration with every passing second: Kay had gone a good long while without using the bathroom.
I've been so busy today, I haven't had the chance to go since this morning, Kay lamented as she began twisting her left foot in the fancy carpeting. She obviously didn't want to overtly give away her desperation, but just this mild shifting wasn't doing much to alleviate the pressure. She really needed to go.
Well, it doesn't look like the fake Yatagarasu attack is gonna happen in the next few minutes...I should really hit up the little thief's room while I can. Ugh, but I bet the line is gonna be torture. Regardless, Kay began to wander off in search of a bathroom, hopefully without having to cross country lines.
"Attention everyone," an usher emerging from the theater doors called out. "The Jammin' Ninja show will be starting shortly! Anyone who wishes to watch, we request that you take your seats now!"
What?! What awful timing! Kay Faraday would not miss a Jammin' Ninja live show for her life, but right now, she seriously had to consider this alternative. I really need to go...really really bad...but if I go to the bathroom now, I'll miss out on front-row seats! If the line is long, I could even miss the whole first act! A hand found its way to grip the front hem of her skirt, the most overt she was willing to be with this need in public, as she started looking between the theater doors, now with people filing in, and the further end of the lobby, where the toilets hopefully laid.
Before she could come to a conclusion, she was interrupted by Edgeworth. "Kay? You've spent the entire day gushing about the Jammin' Ninja, I had assumed you would be first in line to see this show."
I may never get this chance again...well, it's just one show. If the Yatagarasu were to need to pee during a heist, she'd be able to wait! So I'm sure I'll be fine! The Yatagarasu never shows weakness! "Oh, I'm coming, Mr. Edgeworth! You're going to see why the Jammin' Ninja is superior to the Steel Samurai for sure!" Kay put on a big, toothy smile, a show of pure confidence.
"Then I look forward to seeing what evidence you have to back up a radical statement such as that." Edgeworth and the thief walked into the theater and took their seats. Kay's hesitation had cost them the prime spots, but they still managed to find a pair of seats in a respectable spot. Soon enough, the audience lights dimmed, and the stage lights warmed up to power.
Before the performance had even officially begun, Kay had already resorted to placing one leg above the other and pressing down hard. This was a bad idea. I can feel it already. Too bad someone chose that moment to fill the seat between her and the aisle, meaning she couldn't leave now without making a scene. No, she had no choice but to retreat further into her chair, gripping the armrests (and stealing one of Edgeworth's in the process) as she shrunk down into her scarf. Be strong, Kay...
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March 14, 6:05 PM
Theatrum Neutralis
For the second time tonight, Kay and Edgeworth exited the theater. In contrast to the previous show, Edgeworth left unimpressed, having already made up his mind against the Jammin' Ninja long before the curtains raised.
Kay, however surprising, was sharing a similarly low level of enthusiasm, wandering aimlessly like a zombie, completely devoid of her usual energy. She wanted to enjoy it, she really did, but she just couldn't concentrate on the intricacies of the Jammin' Ninja's story and deep lyrics in her current state. I couldn't even sing along to 'A Ninja Marked for Death's Lullaby' this time... Every time she began to get invested, let her fangirl side take over, a sharp pang from her bladder painfully warned her not to lose concentration. She had spent the entirety of the hour-long show crossing, uncrossing, and recrossing her legs, feeling her bladder expand like a water balloon. The short pair of shorts she wore beneath her skirt had begun to irritate the skin of her thighs as they continued to rub against one another in the seated dance. Truthfully, she had spent the second half seriously worried she'd wet herself. Everything she had in her was devoted to keeping what was in her, in her.
But I survived. I'm still dry. Now...bathroombathroombathroombathroom... She was more than willing to suffer through a line now, whatever led to the toilet she needed so desperately. "I'm gonna...go look for the fake Yatagarasu, Mr. Edgeworth," she muttered, in a trance-like state. Even with the adventures the two had been on together, meaning one yesterday and one seven years ago, Kay was not willing to let the prosecutor in on this sort of personal need.
"Very well. But don't stray too far. I'd rather avoid dealing with customs because you got too eager." With that permission, Kay hobbled away with both hands balled into fists against the front of her skirt, knuckles turning white beneath her thick gloves, shaking as they resisted the urge to grab her crotch full-force. I need to hurry, or I'm doomed. There's really no time to waste.
"W-We've got a problem! Th-The Yatagarasu has been spotted in Allebahst," an officer suddenly called out of the blue, panic and uncertainty wavering in his voice.
Agh, now? Really, now?! Even with a surge of adrenaline resulting from the possibility of the culmination of a search that had haunted Kay for seven of her seventeen years of life, she couldn't ignore the burning strain of a bladder ready to explode. She could burst at any moment, and a chase was sure to hurry that along. The police can catch her, and I'll have time to catch up later, I'm sure. I mean...they can catch one fake thief, right?
...guess I don't have much of a choice. "Then I'll be in Allebahst too! You think you can get away, faker?" With as much speed as she could muster, given her current condition, she ran for the entrance to the Allebahstian half of the embassy. Until she was stopped by an official at the door, of course. "Hey, come on, out of the way! I'm in a real rush here!" For a lot of reasons!
"I'm sorry, but I will need to search you before you may enter."
"Kay, a country's embassy is considered to be a part of the country itself," Edgeworth explained as he approached the thief, still trying to force her way through. "If you don't go through the proper procedures to enter the country-"
"Mr. Edgeworth! I'm going to enter through Babahl and climb over the wall into Allebahst!" It'll be faster! Again, with what agility she had to spare, Kay dashed to the opposite side of the lobby, where the Babahlese border lay. "Kay Faraday, and I'm coming through!"
"Yes, and welcome!" Babahl seemed to have no strict immigration policy, and Kay just waltzed straight through. Somewhere in the back, Edgeworth was calling out for her to stop, for someone to stop her, but she was already too far gone, consumed by the chase.
However, it was far from enough to distract her from the pent-up urine sloshing around the limited empty space in her bladder with every step as she bolted down the unoccupied halls. She had only just made the decision to forgo the toilet for the time being, and her constitution was already failing. Maybe that was a bad decision. I don't want to catch the fake Yatagarasu with wet pants, after all. Perhaps, if she passed a bathroom during the run, it would do her good to make a brief pit stop.
But then she'll get away! She's evaded the law for seven years, but she's not going to escape me this time! Just gotta wait until I've caught her... A nervous bead of sweat rolled down her face as she turned a corner. Well, no one said it'd be easy... It better not be too hard, though. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this...
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March 14, 8:17 PM
Babahlese Embassy
Secretariat's Office
To say that Kay Faraday's chase would soon take a lot of crazy turns, starting as soon as she had gone off on her own, was a drastic downplaying of the truth. As soon as she had entered Babahl, she had encountered both a person in a cloak that she had assumed to be the fake Yatagarasu, and had begun pursuit into the deeper chambers of the embassy. An embassy on fire, as it turned out. She then discovered a dead body as soon as she had lost the trail, and had immediately been accused of the dastardly deed by Interpol Agent Shih-na.
Explaining everything that had happened since then would take forever, so much packed in such a short time. Edgeworth had worked hard to clear Kay's name free of suspicion of murder, a new truth had emerged about weapons smuggled across country lines, prompting Interpol intervention, and the core investigation team of Edgeworth, Franziska von Karma, and Agent Lang had moved their work into Allebahst's embassy. However, Kay had been left behind in Babahl, something about "not being cleared of all suspicion", under Shih-na's watch. At least she had Detective Dick Gumshoe, "Gummy" as she called him, to keep her company.
There was just one thing missing from that series of events, one very important thing: two hours later, and Kay Faraday had still not used the bathroom. Two hours of being forced to stand by, unable to distract herself with activity, being accused of murder, all the while feeling urine fill her bladder further and further, inflating into a bulge big enough to be evident, should anyone feel her stomach. Maybe that was why Edgeworth had to argue her case, aside from his legal expertise, she couldn't think straight enough to properly explain how she was innocent. The only thing she could think about was how badly she needed to pee and how she hadn't done so yet.
Actually, saying that she hadn't yet peed wasn't entirely accurate. No, the pervasive dampness permeating her panties made plenty clear, even if only to her, that she had absolutely peed something. Every once in a while, Edgeworth would come out strong with a loud "objection", she'd be startled and lose her grip, and a few drips of piddle would sneak out, stealthy as a great thief should be. Each time, Kay would double down and close the flow with a squeal, but over the span of two hours, the dribbles had added up, and the wetness made the urge to release the rest all the more tempting.
Pee...I've never needed to pee this badly...even that one incident on the airplane doesn't hold a candle...I'm going crazy here... Sweat practically poured down her face, bangs matted to her forehead by the salty bodily fluid, as her skin tinted a pink as deep as the hue of her shirt. She was always a bouncy girl, but she physically could not keep still anymore, as her foot twisted and tapped the wooden floor, kicking up a thin layer of soot from the earlier fire. She didn't want to be obvious, so she had taken to holding her bag in front of herself, creating a shield to squeeze her crotch every once in a while. I am the great thief Yatagarasu...the great truth burglar...I can't be foiled by a bathroom emergency!
However, as she looked up and tried to take in her surroundings, she realized: maybe she wasn't as subtle as she had thought, because Shih-na seemed to have her focus solely on Kay, watching her intently, like a cat would a raven. Even if she had no intention of doing so, having eyes on her made Kay even less willing to hold herself, and that was pretty irritating. "What are you looking at now? Hoping to find an opening to plant evidence on me to make me guilty of something else?"
As soon as she made the accusation, Gumshoe was right there to back her up. "Yeah, pal! Haven't you done enough bullying lately?! Mr. Edgeworth already proved her innocent, you can't keep treating her like a criminal!"
Despite the shout, Shih-na didn't react much. "You claim to be a thief, correct? Then it's my job to ensure you don't steal anything. For example, if you were to even touch that Primidux Statue, a lifetime in prison is your best-case scenario."
While she was a little too damp to light a fire of passion, Kay still couldn't just let that sleight pass her by. "H-hey! I'll have you know, the Yatagarasu is a noble thief, one who only steals the truth to expose the real criminals!"
Shih-na smirked. "All criminals claim that they are righteous. Letting your guard down around them, no matter their supposed morality, is the quickest way to get backstabbed. That's why I refuse to take my eyes off you."
Great, so she wouldn't let me run to the bathroom, even if I asked. And of course, just when I'm starting to consider it. With the suggestion that she couldn't even touch anything without earning suspicion, Kay had nothing to do but keep still, be quiet and hang her head. She probably would have done so regardless of her implied freedom, if only to conserve energy for the greater fight.
That's when Gumshoe gave an encouraging pat on the shoulder to the young thief. "Come on, Kay! Mr. Edgeworth entrusted us to investigate Babahl, so we can't let him down! I'm sure we'll find something big to turn this case around! You've always been a big help there, Detective Badd can attest to that!"
It would have been supportive, but there was just one thing that spoiled the moment: Gumshoe was a big guy, one that didn't always know his own strength. Because of this, his shoulder tap had enough force to cause a weakened girl, knees wobbly from all the desperation-induced shaking, to buckle and fall to one knee with a thud. "Oof! S-sorry, pal!" Gumshoe quickly bent down and wrapped his arm beneath Kay's elbow, lifting her back up to her feet.
As soon as she hit the floor, Kay's eyes widened and her pupils shrank, the breath knocked from her lungs in absolute shock. And it wasn't just air that escaped the thief then, as no small amount of liquid escaped from her lower secrets, as a result of both crashing into the ground and from being lifted. A shot of warmth spread throughout her underwear, one at least twice as large as any previous leak. She certainly hoped no one would be looking regardless, but a part of her now had to worry whether her little accident-to-be had remained confined to her panties, or whether it was beginning to show on her shorts. "Ah! Nononono!"
Once she squealed, Gumshoe recoiled back, removing his grip on Kay like she was on fire. "Woah! You okay, Kay?"
The leaks stopped, though not without a serious fight, and a few dribbles still sputtered out. I'm...I can't hold out any longer...Either I wet myself, or I... "Gummy...I gotta pee," she whispered to the detective. "I mean, really gotta pee. I'm n-not sure I c-can wait any longer..." The lower corners of her eyes started to water as a choke formed in her throat. "B-but I'm sure she won't let me go now..." Don't start crying...you promised you wouldn't cry...
As soon as Gumshoe was made aware of Kay's plight, his demeanor changed. Like a light switch being flipped, he went from being caring to Kay, straight to marching over to Shih-na, nostrils flaring as he towered over the petite Interpol agent like a raging bull. "Hey, pal! What's the big idea keeping Kay here?! Isn't that wrongful impersonation?!"
In a surprising move, Shih-na cracked a smile. "It's wrongful 'imprisonment'. You're a police detective, surely you know you can't let suspects do as they please. Or is it common practice in your country to release criminals?"
Gumshoe quickly shrank back down, mostly because it wasn't exactly an incorrect accusation. "C-can't you do something, pal," he asked to the ambassador, Colias Palaeno, standing in the corner.
Meanwhile, Kay was simply surprised he was the one Gumshoe went to. I forgot he was here.
The ambassador smiled, though not one born of kindness, and rubbed his hands together before answering. "W-well, while I may personally have my objections, this is a very troubling time and I wish to cooperate with the Interpol agent's wishes. I hope you can forgive me for not being more help."
Things went quiet in the charred office for a moment afterwards, as it seemed the argument had reached an impasse. And every passing second was magnified in Kay's desperate mind, slowly crawling towards the very near future where she wouldn't be able to hold out. Now that everyone knew that she was suffering, modesty kind of flew out the window, she quickly shoved both hands up her skirt and gripped with all her might, she clenched her teeth and kept her head down, eyes forced shut. Looks like I'm gonna have to...have to...
"Hold it!" But that shout shook Kay from her isolated funk, one so deep that she didn't initially recognize the voice. In fact, she didn't place it until she noticed Gumshoe, arm extended and finger pointing in Shih-na's face. Shih-na soon brushed it aside, an irritated expression on her face.
"G-Gummy, what are you doing?" Kay could barely talk anymore without sounding like she was about to burst into tears.
"Mr. Edgeworth always wins arguments with 'logic', so I figured I'd try the same!" Gumshoe beamed, but as much as she loved the big lug, it inspired no confidence in Kay. Regardless, he continued on his set trail, full speed. "The local precinct were the ones asked by the embassies to run security for the night, so any suspects taken in are up to us! And I say Kay is free to go!"
"So you wish to argue without your master present?" For the second time this night, the normally stoic Shih-na smirked cockily. "Security only serves to prevent crimes, and judging from the break-in, the fires, and the two murders, you failed at that simple job. The actual investigation and any decisions regarding the holding of suspects fall to those with investigative authority. That would be Interpol."
"You keep saying that, but we're in America, pal! What gives you the right?!"
"You retain nothing anyone else says, do you? Regardless of their physical locations, embassies are considered to rest on the soil of their native country. Therefore, as we have two connected murders spanning Allebahst and Babahl, this is an international case. So we hold the power here. Now, are you finished with the stupid questions? I'd rather get you out of here as soon as possible."
Just as quickly as he had puffed himself up, Gumshoe deflated. His fierce expression dropped, and he had already lost his fight. "S-sorry, Kay. Guess I couldn't measure up to Mr. Edgeworth, even for you." He scratched the back of his head as he sighed, dejected.
Yet, Kay was on a train of thought all her own, or rather, one besides "peepeepeepeepeepeepee". That last statement...that didn't sound right. So, if I press her on it... "Hold it! Why does it matter when we leave?" Maybe I've still got some of that prosecutor's blood in me.
She had broken character a few times over the night, but this was the first time they had seen Shih-na sweat. "W-well, that's because...investigations are a balance of having enough people to do the job, but not too many people so as to best preserve the crime scene. And you? You're both liable to mess up something sooner or later. So, the sooner your Edgeworth admits defeat and ends this long charade, the sooner we can get you two out of our hair."
Was...is that an opening? Then I might be able to end this in one shot! I better be able to, or its my pants that will get it! "You don't want the crime scene to be disturbed? Then how badly would a huge puddle on the floor mess up everything?"
Shih-na's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Kay would have done her own interpretation of one of Edgeworth's confident arguing poses, if she weren't deathly afraid to remove her hands from her crotch at this juncture. Actually, she accentuated it, by beginning a dance of rapid steps on the spot, bouncing with every hop, cradling her wrists between her thighs as her knuckles continuously tensed. "I'm saying, you keep me in here for much longer, and there'll be a puddle that wasn't there at the scene of the crime. Is that alright with you?"
"Is that a threat?"
Kay's strong rebuttal quickly devolved back down to pleading. "N-no, it's just a fact! It's gonna happen any minute if I can't go to the bathroom! I don't want to wet myself, you know, so it would really be better for both of us if you backed down!"
"For what it's worth, I would also rather avoid Manny's office being soiled," Ambassador Palaeno chimed in from the corner.
"Mmgh..." Shih-na remained silent for a while as she attempted to conjure a counter-argument, leaving Gumshoe with nothing to do but look on hopefully, and Kay had no choice but to continue with her fierce holding. She almost cracked under the pressure, the thought that she had hit an immovable wall, and was almost driven down to the floor to await the inevitable conclusion. That is, until she heard the quiet, unwilling voice of the Interpol agent. "Fine. If it will get you off my back, I'll allow it. However, I'll be accompanying you, in case this is all some elaborate ploy to escape."
For a second, Kay didn't even believe what she had heard. Even when reality set in, she couldn't afford to be too surprised, lest it cause her to leak in the recoil. Or, leak more than she already was. After all, she was on the verge of an accident, where any spurt could spell her end, making it all the more imperative she get to a toilet right this second. "T-that's totally fine! So let's go, before I go! Hurry, hurryhurryhurry!" Like an excited child hopped up on sugar, Kay was jumping up and down, though the cause was wildly different.
"You go ahead, so I can keep my eye on you. And until I return..." Shih-na pointed at Gumshoe. "You are to remain still. Touch anything without me present, and I'll have you charged with tampering with the scene of a crime."
"Got it, pal," Gumshoe saluted. "Just be sure to treat Kay right."
As ordered, the young Yatagarasu exited the room first, though extremely slowly. Shih-na was close to stepping on her heels as she followed. If I make too big a step, I'm gonna lose it for sure. It felt like an hour before she could emerge from the office into the extravagant hallway. One that branched both left and right. I...I'm pretty sure I came from the left, and I didn't see the bathroom, so...it has to be on the right? But what if I just missed it? Or what if it's on another floor? I've only got one shot at this, so-
"Right," informed Shih-na's voice from behind.
"H-huh?"
"Go to the right, and then take the next right. The restroom is on the left. Now hurry up." Shih-na even pushed on Kay's back to get her moving. Kay wasn't expecting that, and almost tripped forward because of it, which would have been disastrous.
Still, she kept moving forward, with as much composure as she could be expected to have. "T-thanks."
There wasn't much for conversation following this, just an eerie quietness as Kay hobbled through the hallway at a snail's pace, stopping every once in a while to clamp down harder and shake her rear end in desperation. While it could have very well been sweat on her palms, she couldn't shake the awful feeling that, as she clenched tighter, she had been squeezing wetness out of her underwear and into her shorts, where it could register against her hands. Come on, Kay, you're the next Yatagarasu! The bird that shines the light of righteousness on the world's blight! Just last a tiny bit longer!
That's when she saw it, out of the corner of her eye: a wooden door flush against the wall, made of a sturdy, quality wood similar to the ones Kay had seen at the prosecutor's offices. This specific door would not catch her attention, being identical to all others in the embassy, had it not been for the little gold plaque bolted on the upper half, adorned with but one word: "Ladies". Kay's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as the significance of the room that laid beyond this door sank in. I made it...I made it!
The fight wasn't over quite yet, though. She had been extremely cautious up to this point, but with the promise of relief within grasp, now was not the time to be careful. "Anyone in there, I'm coming through!" With more the sort of speed she'd display if she wasn't about to have an accident, the thief barged through the door, practically ripping it off its hinges with the momentum, and was met with the Babahlese Embassy's women's restroom. Despite the artistic touches of the building housing it, the bathroom was nothing special, closer to the level of a nicer restaurant's bathroom, with three modest stalls and a fourth, larger one on the far wall. But, to Kay Faraday's teary eyes and bladder about to burst, it was paradise, especially with the action of the night rendering it completely unoccupied, giving her free pickings to her stall of choice. She picked the closest, barreling in with reckless abandon.
Inside the tiny closet, Kay quickly turned the latch with trembling hands, locking herself inside, and pivoted to face her true goal, the clean white toilet. This sight, as Kay soon discovered, was both a blessing and a curse. While it was nice to see the finish line of her long, torturous marathon, the mere image of the porcelain bowl sent her nerves into overdrive. Just the suggestion that she'd be peeing into the basin soon turned her bladder impatient, and out jetted another fraction of its warm contents. Not a spurt, but a full pee for a second or two. "Aaaahhhhhh!" Even with the toilet within arm's reach, she had no choice but to instead double down on holding, keeping both hands shoved against her crotch.
But it wasn't helping. Regardless of whether she clutched or not, the drips continued, increasing in frequency until it was almost a steady stream. She couldn't exactly see at the moment, but she couldn only imagine how little dryness remained on her panties. I...I have to go for it! Or I'll have an accident! Taking a gamble, she pulled both hands away from between her legs, and instead diverted them to the zipper of her shorts, eager to yank it down immediately.
It couldn't be that easy. Hands shivering, Kay just couldn't get a solid grip on the zipper tag, no matter how many times she brought her thumb and index finger together. "Come on...come on!" Zipper, I need you to come down now! Yet, every time, her fingers just couldn't clasp together tight enough, or they'd slip off the sides whenever she applied pressure.
Crap! It's these gloves! To ensure she'd be prepared for any tough scenario in an infiltration, Kay wore a pair of hearty gloves, a little stiff but strong enough to withstand her usual activities. That tradeoff made them absolutely unusable in taking off her shorts, she needed a bit more finesse. So, she raised her right hand to her mouth and bit into the side of the glove, yanking herself out of the mitt and spitting it onto the ground. With a bare hand, getting a grasp on the zipper was much easier, and one hand was enough to pull the zipper down and hurriedly undo the button as well. Her left hand lifted her skirt, because there was no way she'd be undoing the belt keeping it on right now, while her right hand held tight onto the front of her shorts and pushed downwards.
Once again, her strife just had to continue. Her shorts were meant to be a little on the tight side, so even with the fasteners unfastened, it would take some effort to get them down. "Come on, fall down! I'm going to pee my pants if you don't go down!" The muscles in her right arm tensed as she put force into what should have been such a simple task, wiggling her hips to change the specific areas of tightness, and as such, they slowly slid down. Once they made it halfway down her thighs, her legs thinned out enough that gravity could handle the rest, and they crumpled at her ankles.
With her shorts off and in plain sight at her feet, Kay could now see that, yes, she had leaked a considerable amount of urine, enough to create a nickel-sized dark patch in the groin of her pants. It was concerning, no doubt, but nowhere close to the horrific image she was made to bear witness to once she hastily grabbed the waistband of her underwear with both hands and shoved them down to join the rest of her bottomwear. Her panties were meant to be a moderately dark red color, but now approximately half, especially the back, was a deep garnet red, and shining with wetness reflecting light. There was also a pattern, large white passionflower outlines, adorning the undergarment, many now discolored to better resemble yellow sunflowers.
But none of that mattered now. While she had, in no small amount, wet herself, there was no cloth wrapping her lower half left to wet. On the contrary, the slight chill of the air conditioning was able to brush against the dampness clinging to the skin of her "most valuable treasure" thanks to her bottom nudity. And that was exactly what she wanted. Spinning a half-circle to face the stall door, Kay shifted her balance backwards and basically fell onto the toilet seat, with no semblance of grace or elegance. In a stroke of unplanned good fortune, her waist-length scarf fell to a rest on top of the back tank, instead of getting wedged between her butt and the seat.
She didn't even make it all the way down before her bladder had had enough, and the dam erupted a half-foot in the air. The brief spray flew forward, splashing onto her clothes and the tile floor, before she took her seat and directed the torrent into the bowl instead. Kay had been holding her breath those last few moments, but finally reaching her target in the nick of time was occasion to release that air, in a wavering and breathy moan. "Nghh...nghoooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..."
That was far from the only sound emanating from within this stall, to boot. The hiss of the pee gushing from her body was one thing, one very loud thing, but the crash as the golden firehose slammed into the inner bowl could not be ignored, nor could the gentle stream as it cascaded into the waiting water below. Because Kay had leaned away, hitting the back of her head against the back wall in doing so, the sheer power was enough to rocket the pee forward, hitting the wall instead of the toilet water.
And Kay Faraday was in heaven. Not even the most valuable treasure in the world could come close to comparing to the bliss coursing through her veins at this very moment, as that waterlogged and bloated sensation from beneath her stomach faded away, leaving nothing but euphoria in its wake. And it just kept coming, no matter how much of an ocean she poured out, there were no signs of slowing. Simply put, no matter how great a thief they may be, no girl her size should be able to contain this sort of volume, never mind the hazy definition of "contain" when it came to tonight.
That's not to say there wasn't a strain to doing her business, of course. Indeed, while Kay was not putting forward a conscious effort to make her nether regions the fountain they had become, there was this sort of innate barrier she was crossing, an instinct baked in for the last three hours to simply hold it. Even on the toilet, having lost all semblance of control, her pee couldn't just flow freely. It took some amount of core muscle expenditure to make it happen as smoothly as it was, and Kay had the warm, sweaty face to prove it.
Kay's chest heaved as she struggled to regain control of her breathing, but the smile across her cheeks was unmistakable. She had a lot of high goals in her life, goals that were expected to feel wonderful to accomplish, but on a purely physical level, she doubted she would ever exceed this. Still, even with that, one coherent thought flashed in her mind amidst a tumultuous sea of relief: I am making extra sure I visit the toilet early from now on. Nothing was worth that he-
All of a sudden, the thief girl was deafened. How could she possibly hear even her own inner voice with the storm of crashing water now echoing tenfold in the small bathroom stall? Her peeing angle had changed, and now Kay was aiming straight below, into the water, with enough raw power to cause tiny droplets to fly far enough up to collide with her bare legs. The explosion of noise surprised her, she jolted in shock on her seat, and sat straight up. Her gaze drifted downwards, giving her her first view of her handiwork. Yes, the pee was strong, thick and uneven, with an obvious yellow tinge that clouded what was once clear water, now a golden pool. I guess I'm not drinking quite enough, but could you imagine if I drank more? I'd have been doomed hours ago!
Still staring below, Kay saw the first signs of her bladder nearing emptiness with her own eyes, a reduction in intensity of the private act coupled with smoothly diminishing volume. Within a few seconds, the sound was less akin to a filling bath when Kay was feeling impatient and turned the faucets as far as they would spin, and better resembled something as ridiculous as "a pee when she used the bathroom with time to spare". A few sputters of higher power still broke the monotony, but soon, everything was quiet, save for a few stray drops from inside and stuck to her outsides dripping down.
She had no clue how long it had taken, sense of time was a bit muddled in her state, but it was over. Yet, Kay didn't move. She slumped forward, elbows resting above her knees, and gasped for air like she had just run a marathon. Every exhale had a tone, a specific sound it was trying to convey. "Haaahhh....haahahahhh...aaahhh....hhhhhaaaaaaaa! Ah, that feels so much better!" A dull soreness remained in her bladder, but for the most part, every ounce of pain had been ejected in a steamy gush. Content and happy, Kay reached off to the side, to the wall-mounted toilet paper dispenser.
Her hand found nothing. The mechanism was there, but no matter where she reached on the bottom, no roll met her. With each pat, she grew more frantic, until a dozen grasps at nothing later, she had to accept reality. There's no toilet paper. Of all times, there's no toilet paper now. Even if she was using the bathroom casually, a lack of toilet paper was worrying, she might live with the resulting wetness should she not wipe but it was something to avoid. But now? When there was a lot more dampness on her bottom half that needed to be attended to? I'd rather die. She began digging through her bag, which she had never taken off her shoulder, pawing through the assorted knickknacks and tools. And of all days to not restock my tissues!
While anything traditionally toilet paper-like was absent from her belongings, one other item stood out to her at this juncture: a stack of coupons Ambassador Palaeno had foisted upon her, that she had accepted because she couldn't think of a reason to say no. She took a fistful out and looked them over. Each was a discount for something, should she visit Babahl one day before the expiration date. There probably aren't any good treasures in Babahl, so I don't think I'll be making the trip anytime soon...and this is an emergency... She bent them in her palm, finding the paper the coupons were printed on to be much firmer than toilet paper, and much less absorbent as a result. She weighed her options, use the coupons, cover herself with her bag and waddle to the next stall, or ask Shih-na for help again?
I mean...they'll work, right? Taking the top coupon from the pile, Kay laid it flat in her hand and carried it between her open legs, gingerly tapping the paper against her privates, extremely careful to use only the flat side and not let any of the edges anywhere close to anything sensitive down below. Some of the dampness did transfer into the paper, but most of it retained its drop-like shape on the surface, sliding off whenever there was a decline. Soon enough, the surface was wet all over, but the amount of dryness provided paled in comparison to a proper square of toilet paper. So, into the bowl it fell, and a second coupon took its place.
By the time she felt suitably dry, she had burned through a half-dozen coupons, and had only one remaining in her stack, one used to touch up her inner legs a bit and put her back in full, presentable, tip-top shape. "Phew! Glad that's over!" All that was left was to pull her pants back up, and she was good to go! She placed her open palms on the sides of the toilet seat and pushed, starting to bring herself to her feet.
That's when she looked down at the assorted clothing resting at her feet, and had to recall just how much she had...irreparably destroyed her panties. While the minuscule damp patch on her shorts was easy enough to survive, her panties were drenched all over, she'd never last the rest of the night in those. Another quick rustle through her bag confirmed her fear. Don't have any spare underwear, either. Her heart sank as she realized she'd have to make do, one way or another.
...guess the embassies will be visited by a commando Yatagarasu tonight. Wearing shorts under my skirt was the smartest decision I ever made. Taking the time to pick her discarded glove off the floor and put it back on, Kay used both hands to grab the sides of her tall left boot, shifting her foot to pop it out, and repeating the same with her right boot. With nothing but socks on her feet, there was nothing easier than sliding her shorts off all the way, and her panties soon followed. Wincing, she picked up the undergarment by the edge of the waistband, one of the few dry spots remaining, and held it up to eye-level to look at it closer. The mere fact that drops fell off even now told her everything she needed to know. I'm never going to feel clean if I wear these again.
That left her with but one solution. Pulling a small plastic bag from her stuff, because she had those on her even if nothing else was, she shoved her underwear in and sealed it tight, hiding the shameful cloth in her bag. The sigh of relief that followed meant she had finished, her bathroom break was done and the cleanup was complete. Calm and collected, zipping her shorts was far easier, and with a quick bit of redressing and a brief pat down to straighten her outfit out, and all was well. She pushed the handle and flushed the evidence of her pit stop away, and Kay Faraday emerged from the stall, a little embarrassed but so, so relieved.
"Are you finished now," Shih-na asked as the thief exited into view, irritated.
Kay had slipped her gloves off and shoved them into her pockets as she approached the row of sinks, and began washing her hands thoroughly, using twice as much soap as usual to make extra sure she left no lingering urine on her skin. "Yeah, yeah, I'm done. I guess I should say thanks, but...you know, considering the whole "accusing me of murder" thing..." Pulling her hands from beneath the faucet and shaking them dry, she walked over towards the door, where an automatic dryer awaited her.
"Now, will you be quiet and let us do our jobs?"
The humming of the dryer stopped, and Kay put her gloves back on. "I'll be quiet about begging to use the bathroom, sure, but you've still got quite the arguments coming your way. Me and Mr. Edgeworth have some connections to what's happening here tonight, and we'll make sure the truth comes out for all to see."
"Being nice to you was a mistake." Whether she had forgotten their agreement or just didn't care, Shih-na took the lead going back.
The return walk to the office was even quieter the other way. With nothing important to say, the two said nothing, just strolled back to where they came from. And the first trash can they passed, Kay quickly and quietly pulled her underwear from her bag and tossed it in, never breaking stride in the process, like a ninja. And with that, Kay Faraday's bathroom misadventures of the night had truly come to a close, freeing her to focus on the real objective of the night. Just you wait, fake Yatagarasu. With Mr. Edgeworth, Gummy, and me working together, you don't stand a chance of hiding! This modern day Robin Hood is going to unmask your vile deeds, and steal the truth for the world! Just... She looked back one more time at the trash can shrinking in the distance. Maybe the world doesn't need to know the whole truth. |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 1, the bedwetter princess
The year 277 of the human calendar was in force, that is, 277 years had passed since man prevailed over the other races in the great war, we were in a happy period, where humans could live peacefully (in their territories of course).
In the palace of the emperor (the highest authority in the human world) a small girl with shining red hair and eyes as black as the night walked through the halls, dressed in magical clothes with a very high price, her name was Chlothsinda (for the friends Chloe) and she had just turned 10, she was the eldest daughter of the emperor and had lived a spoiled life without knowing the misfortune of the world.
At least until his mother Katherine died, his mother was the strongest paladin ever and his magic, at least according to rumors, could exceed that of the heroes of 300 years ago or the direct descendants of the gods.
However he died, this because in the clash with the king of demons, who rises 1 time every 1000 years, and his demonic army was cursed and because of the curse for every demon he killed he lost 1 day of life.
At the death of the demon king, then at the end of the war, nothing remained of the strongest paladin except the ash and his divine equipment, traces were lost.
Chloe at first did not understand what had happened, however she never saw her mother again, the only one with whom she behaved normally and the only one who treated her with affection.
Ever since Chloe realized that her mother was dead, nightmares turned her every time she slept and as soon as she woke up all sweaty and sometimes screaming she immediately knew she was wet from her pee .The servants and maids who had to change her sheets every morning, wash and change her every time began to call her bedwetter princess.
When Chloe turned 11 her father with whom she had never talked practically married another woman, who already had 2 daughters:
Elizabeth 15 years old, a beautiful young blonde woman with green eyes, 1.70 meters (5.7 ft) tall, thin, with abundant breasts and a hateful personality with no magical ability and no fighting ability, she liked to boast of her beauty and exploiting her sister and her extraordinary magic power;
Isabel 10 years old, 1.50 meters (4.9 ft) , thin, small and gentle, with medium beauty, black eyes and dark brown hair, her character was very kind and condescending, she did everything they told her to be a mother and sister, her magical power was exceptional for her age.
Their father was a general who died in the war and their mother was a duchess, both were spoiled but unlike Chloe they went to a school or the magic academy of the empire, the most important school in the human world, where only the nobles could enter high-class or the prodigal wizards.
At first Chloe thought of her father's new marriage as an opportunity to get back a loving mother and sisters to share the pain with, but she was wrong. Her stepmother treated her decently, although she did not love her as her daughter, the problem was her stepsisters, in particular the eldest, Elizabeth who was envious of her and needed to let off steam on someone, so in addition to the insults and grievances in also around for her condition of wet bed, she asked her younger sister Isabel to sometimes use spells on her to make her lose control of herself making her pass out and then dream and then have a nightmare and get wet, or keep her still with magic while he tickled her until her panties drenched, which were slowly ending.
Chloe used very high-level white panties, made of a magical fabric of incredible comfort, which, however, every time we peed inside, became stained so that it was no longer possible to remove the traces of the urine, except than with a product that was used in medicines that cost more than the panties themselves, very expensive...
One day Chloe went to Elizabeth (Liz) and Isabel (Isa) because desperate from the situation and without magic panties in fact now she wore red cotton panties with a comfortable pink dress and deer leather shoes on them:
(Chloe): sisters I can't stand you and your teases anymore, since you arrived a day hasn't passed since I kept my panties dry, please stop!
(Liz): oh, my favorite little princess is out of the cradle huh! Let's see, sister, do you think we mistreated our wet little princess?
(Isa): see sister...in her situation I would feel bad, very bad...
(Liz): little sister, who do you prefer between me and her!
(Isa): obviously you sister...but I think we could be more...kinder...
Isabel was shaking because she was afraid of her sister and did not want him to get angry with her and if she had not used timely medium-level illusion magic, probably the girls would have noticed that a wet patch of the size had formed on her green skirt of a coin while her white panties were obviously drenched and her gut hurt from fear.
however Isabel regained calm.
(Isa): sister, there is no need to get angry, we can solve it if you want and if you really don't want to apologize to Chloe then let's go that I have to go...to the toilet...
Isabel said timidly.
(Chloe): ha ha ha
Chloe who thought Isabel was a son of a bitch changed her mind slightly and at her shy comment about her needs she gave a light laugh.
(Liz): little sister I will never apologize to Chlothsinda, and don't mention her, she is the wet princess! and you my beautiful insect, how dare you smile in my presence on my sister's personal matters!
Liz was now angry, she wanted to humiliate Chloe and punish Isabel for being on her side. Isabel released a silent fart and a hot jet warmed her panties. as Chloe began to feel an increase in pressure in the abdomen, her bladder was almost full, and she had chosen a bad time to be.
(Isa): frighten sister ... if I didn't know how you love me I would need a change of clothes now ...
(Liz): you do well to be afraid little sister, otherwise I will have to tell mom how you use magic to make her headache come up every time she tries to scold you ...
Liz had ordered her sister to build a special magic wand for her which although it is valid only for low-level magic also allowed her to cast spells, one of which caused a severe headache and worked only on those who could not use magic apart from herself, Liz used it on their mother to avoid being scolded.
After Liz's words, Isabel swallowed and released another silent fart because her mother always terrified her.
(Chloe): Do you dare blackmail your little sister with these methods? don't you love her? I'm surprised, every time you tortured me with a tickle, that you made me wet and then you made fun of me ... I endured everything thinking that maybe one day we could talk to sisters, and I envied your bond but now, after seeing that here the villain is neither isa nor the duchess, I want nothing more than to make you pay for how you mistreated me!
Chloe was angry for the first time in her life, until now she had never reacted but now...
Ok, first chapter over!
world statistics:
average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother)
Magic: 999
Strength: 999 (basic)
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: ???
Strength: 15 (basic)
Bladder: 9 (awake) 0 (sleeping)
Bowel: 10 (when awake) 6 (sleeping)
Isabel (prodigy sorceress)
Magic: 83
Strength: 1 (basic)
Bladder: 2 (awake) 3 (sleeping)
Bowel: 2 (when awake) 6 (sleeping)
Elizabeth (hateful stepsister)
Magic: 0
Strength: 6
Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (when awake) 2 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade! |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
❗ [DISCLAIMER: the chapter contains diapers!
I don't put it in fiction and fanfiction (padded / omutsu) because I'm not going to insert diapers in the next chapters, tell me if I should do it and maybe put a link] ❗
Chapter 2,wet angry princess:
Chloe was angry with her half-sister Elizabeth, she wanted to make him pay for being mistreated almost a year and she could not imagine how poor Isabel could bear her, Chloe never reacted, it can be said that in her childhood apart during her practice personal and in complete solitude she used magic almost reluctantly, this because her mother who was a paladin and who therefore used both magic and strength to fight in the eyes of Chloe was in a certain sense complete, Chloe instead felt herself incomplete, as if she had a deficiency, this made her suffer.
Her tutor even thought that she had no magical power, and therefore she was trained with a sword and was slightly above average.
In truth, however, his magical power was enormous, he was easily comparable to a demon magician or a minor dragon, obviously null if compared to that of his mother, but disgustingly worrying for an average human.
Right now Chloe's magical power was going out of control because she was angry, but a simple anger for a bad stepsister couldn't cause this, so why was Chloe going out of control?
Obviously because he had never faced neither anger nor the disproportionate amount of power he possessed.
(Elizabeth): are you angry? So what do I care?
I'm not afraid of someone who can't use magic like me, I have my sister to protect me, she is a genius, the best, I don't treat her badly!
Elizabeth was going from laughing to crying, she didn't care about Chloe at all but she liked her little sister.
(Isabel): sister we are in danger, Chloe is ... a monster ...
~psshhh~
~pfft~
Isabel could feel the enormous magical power coming from Chloe and now Isabel was getting completely wet while a lump of poop landed in her panties, now completely wet now, if the magic of illusion had been launched by any wizard then everyone could feel and they could instantly see what was going on under Isabel's green skirt, but she was a prodigy so the girls will only "smell" the odd smell.
(Elizabeth): little sister you are pale, almost white in the face, what do you mean by monster?
It's just our dear little wet princess ... she's not like her mother, that overpowered bitch ...
~Boom~
(Chloe): what did you say ... my mom ... mom!
(Isabel): Liz! run!
Chloe was crying blood, did not like the feeling she felt like she was swimming in the lava, she felt burning, she felt heavy, this happened because while she was angry she stopped controlling the magical power, this caused a state of fear and anger that Chloe had never tried, her red panties were now wet in front and behind, the skirt of her dress was burning so everyone could see her piss-soaked panties, but Elizabeth and Isabel doesn't care, Liz was blocked by fear, and Isabel was creating the strongest magic barrier she had ever erected in her entire life, she no longer had magical power in her body, she felt she was dying, but she had to save her and her sister, however ...
Suddenly Chloe jumped and kicked Elizabeth, hitting her directly in the belly, Chloe had used the high level physical enhancement, but it was a magic on herself so Isabel's barrier was useless ...
Chloe had sent Elizabeth flying and hit the wall.
Sounds of broken bones...
~prrt~
~pssssssssssashhh~
~pfft~
~brprphrtbtbtbt~
And "other" sounds echoed in the corridor...
Elizabeth's skirt was raised and she had her legs spread showing a pair of particularly thick pink but yellowed and dirty panties, Elizabeth used her "special panties" all the time even at school, this was because she was incontinent and suffered a lot, her sister understood her because she had the same problem at times and therefore with magic through cloths she invented what can be called "a diaper"
Obviously the piece of pink cloth could not contain the urine of an adult woman, let alone the feces, that's why Isabel had worked hard to enchant the "diaper" so that it absorbed everything, obviously Isabel was more than disgusted to be in contact with in his body waste and his pee for too long so he never put one (apart from to test it obviously)
(Chloe): AAAAAAAAAAAA...I am angry, I am very angry, I am furious I will kill you! I swear!
(Isabel 'mind'): my magic power is over, Chloe is ... a monster, it can't be it's a dream, now I'll wake up and everything will end ... sure ... a dream like that ... me it will make the bed wet ... when i wake up i want to make peace with my big sister Chloe
~splash~
~psshhh~
Isabel passed out in her sea of pee as she once again released what was left in her bladder.
~pfft~
Chloe had now also freed the intestine, she no longer had control over her body, if she continued like this the building would be destroyed, or at least would suffer serious damage until the arrival of the court wizards, but this did not interest Chloe in her there was only love for his mother and hatred for Elizabeth, who was dying in a lake of blood and urine that came out of her diaper.
(Chloe 'mind') I feel warm, my head is bursting, help me! Mom!
Was the image of her mother cuddling her while she had a fever imprinted in her mind, when was she sick what was her mother doing to her? He simply told her to calm down, only to calm down and breathe slowly, but Chloe was too furious to calm down, instead she started walking towards Elizabeth, now almost dead, Chloe wanted to kill her, now she didn't even remember who she was ...
(Elizabeth): dad ... help ... me ... please ...
(Chloe): sniff sniff ... NOOO!
Chloe fell to her knees just as she was about to hit Elizabeth with all her strength, however in a few seconds Chloe's mind understood that she and Elizabeth were similar, both had lost a parent, both suffered but differently
(Chloe): hold on, big sister, I'll cure you! From tomorrow I will no longer use magic, I prefer to die!
Ok, second chapter over!
World statistics:
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother)
Magic: 999
Strength: 999 (basic)
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 9 (awake) 0 (sleeping)
Bowel: 10 (when awake) 6 (sleeping)
Isabel (prodigy sorceress)
Magic: 85
Strength: 1 (basic)
Bladder: 2 (awake) 1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 2 (when awake) 4 (sleeping)
Elizabeth (hateful stepsister)
Magic: 0
Strength: 6
Bladder: 1 (awake) 1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 5 (when awake) 1 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
😅If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 3,Over-Magic:
Chloe had almost killed her stepsisters, this because of the magic, it was actually her fault, even if she didn't want to admit it, if only she had practiced, if she had also trained with magic, all this would not have happened, or at least this that's what he thought, he was slowly hating magic more and more.
Why wasn't her mother there to guide her anymore?
Why wasn't he as strong as his mother?
This is other "why?" Tormenting Chloe who as she took off her completely soaked red panties full of her body waste, Chloe remained in her bra while she was using a basic level spell cure spell on Elizabeth who was losing blood.
(Chloe 'mind'): it is not possible! the blood doesn't stop!
As a self-taught Chloe, he couldn't do anything but practice basic spells and magical control, so he didn't know how to reweld Elizabeth's shattered bones, he had the power but because of him he couldn't use it.
(Chloe'mind '): I feel faint, I can't cure her alone, should I wake Isabel up? Seek help?
Chloe had treated the wounds perfectly and disinfected them, however Elizabeth's bones and organs had been severely damaged, she could resist at most a few more minutes and Chloe seemed to realize it, however Chloe was using magic to block Elizabeth, if she moved, her shattered ribs could pierce her heart and at that point Elizabeth would die, Chloe could not allow it, and even if she was about to pass out and her magical power was almost finished she had to continue to treat Elizabeth while screaming to call for help.
(Chloe):HELP!, my sister will die! please help me! help my sister!
~sniff~
~psshhh~
~sniff~
Chloe was crying, she was peeing, her body was in danger of suffering serious damage, one did not have to resist the fainting that occurred when the magical power ended, this obviously Chloe could not know but the pain she felt, and the cold that she felt they did almost understand, it was the opposite feeling to the burning sensation when she was angry.
(Chloe 'mind'): I've been screaming for almost 5 minutes, nobody comes, I'm sweating, I'm cold, I'm thirsty, I feel like they've been deprived of blood
~Thud~
Chloe had fallen to the ground and was passed out, or almost passed away, she could no longer hold Elizabeth firm, continued to cure her but could not last another minute, otherwise she could die too.
(Elizabeth): Chloe ... I ... I ... sorry
(Chloe): sister ... don't talk, I will save you ... I ... I ...
(Elizabeth): I apologize ... again ... there is nothing more for me to do! I love you, little sister...
~Thud~
(Chloe'mind '): I fell, I don't have to lie down, I have to save ... Elizabeth ... my head is spinning, I don't see it, I can't see ...
Elizabeth was dying, Chloe was dying, however, even if that wing of the building was empty at the time, someone had heard the explosions of a while ago, that someone was Chloe's personal servant, Marsilia, however Marsilia was a coward, just hearing the noises, instead of warning the guards in the courtyard, she ran farting in fear and entered the wardrobe of Chloe's room, which she was cleaning, as soon as she entered the wardrobe ...
~Psssssshhh~
(Marsilia'mind ') I can't believe I'm wetting my maid dress, I don't have to be discovered by the mistress, she is the one who gets wet, I am a woman, she is a girl, however what was that sound of a little while ago, will the mistress be fine? Will it be the attack of demons?
After 2 minutes of silence Marsilia was curious to see the thing that had caused the explosion, but she felt sticky and wet from her accident, she had no spare clothes, since the maids' clothes were counted and each had her own, they were very comfortable magical clothes that were adopted to the size of the wearer, so he could not change, Marsilia was even ashamed to get out of the closet with a patch on her maid's dress.
(Marsillia'mind '): everything is silent, a spell could have gone wrong for little Isabel, I have to see if the girls are all well! But they will make fun of me if I go to them with wet pants! The skirt doesn't look wet in front or behind, good, but should I take my panties, shoes and socks off?
No! I am ashamed, oh my poor panties what have I done to you ... I have an idea! I borrow Chloe's clothes, I always
wash them, her clothes are magical and will adjust to my size, but the panties with which she sleeps, the magical ones are all unrecoverable or to wash and I don't wear underpants with the yellow patch of urine of someone else other than me !, patience will be close to me but now I have to go and see!
Marsillia was having these problems while Elizabeth and Chloe, her mistress were about to die, if Chloe knew it
would probably burst again, 5 minutes had passed and
Marsilia finally came out of the closet checking that there was no one outside, took her shoes, wet stockings and panties of her pee and she threw everything on Chloe's bed not counting that if she would be wet, or maybe maybe she
got excited at the idea or didn't really care, a mystery.
Marsillia took Chloe's pair of ankle boots, the only ones that seemed magical to her, dark blue stockings like the one she had before and two pairs of panties, one white cotton and one black with lace edges, took the first one to dry and threw him on the bed and put on the rest of Chloe's clothes he had taken.
~prrt~
~prrt~
~prrt~
The waitress was frightened and curious and in agitation ran to the explosion site while releasing another fart, a little wet in Chloe's underwear,
Marsillia had to go to the bathroom, but now she couldn't!
Meanwhile in the corridor Isabel was beginning to regain consciousness, she felt dirty from her messy accident a little while ago, and she felt disgusted with themselves, gathering her strength she lifted her torso and saw her
sisters ...
(Isabel): Nooo! why? Be well, answer me! Please!
Elizabeth was dying and Chloe could not breathe, Isabel noticed immediately, she did not have enough magical power for a high level magic, she could not understand what Elizabeth had, outwardly she looked more than healthy, even if she was paler than usual, but then she saw the pool of blood nearby, it was huge, it was probably made up of at least 5 times the blood that she now had inside her body, then Isabel understood that Chloe had tried to cure Elizabeth as soon as she regained control , however she had not succeeded, yet Chloe's power had seemed more than hers, then she looked at the pool and finally understood, after all she was a genius, she had no magical power though ...
(Isabel'mind ')Chloe had used a simple low-level magic that could restore blood level, disinfect and repair the skin, but some time ago she used that magic, too much blood!
Now there is only one way to save my sister, I will risk my life, after all she is my sister!
Isabel was going to do what Chloe had been doing for more than 10 minutes, namely to use magic despite having run out of magical power, basically risking death! if Chloe had studied like Isabel, she would have known that the technique for using magic without magical power was called Over-magic, and it was rumored that the physical limit for a human was 3 minutes of use before dying, obviously no one had resisted more than 3 minutes without falling to the ground passed out from the pain and atrocious sensations.
Ok, third chapter over
World statistics:
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 6 (awake) -2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping)
Isabel (prodigy sorceress)
Magic: 85
Strength: 1 (basic)
Bladder: 3 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Bowel: 3 (when awake) 4 (sleeping)
Elizabeth (remorse stepsister)
Magic: 0
Strength: 6
Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Marsillia (cowardly maid)
Magic:v3
Strength:v9
Bladder: 4(awake) 6(sleeping)
Bowel: 2 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks!
I'm sorry but I will probably go slower, also to improve the quality and to find more original ideas, Sorry |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 4,the archmage:
Elizabeth lay unconscious on the floor while Isabel used over-magic to cure her
(Isabel'mind '): Fortunately Chloe kept my sister alive, it must have been hard to maintain the basic healing spell for almost the entire time of my fainting, I have been using an average healing spell for less than 20 seconds and I I feel like I'm on the bottom of a frozen lake in winter ...
~Grlhgrlhgrlhgrlh~
Isabel's stomach, due to the cold that she felt, emitted continuous gurgling, isabel felt very bad, she could not imagine how Chloe had resisted for more than 3 minutes, now Chloe did not breathe, it seemed as if she had hibernated, Isabel was worried however there was no time now, he had to hurry to put Elizabeth out of harm's way.
(Marsillia): what happened Isabel mistress? Why is Mistress Chlothsinda on the ground bare and completely immobile?
Need my help? Should I call for help? What is all that blood?
(Isabel): Chloe has gone out of control, has accumulated too much hatred and is like exploded, she hit my sister and I passed out due to the loss of all my magical power.
Now there is no time, soon I will pass out again, I can barely make Elizabeth out of danger.
Need help, call a court wizard otherwise Chloe may not make it.
(Marsillia):I'm going now!
Marsillia did not want the death of her mistress, she was nice, she liked to work for her and in addition she thought that the reward for saving the future empress could be surprisingly high.
Marsilla had to call a wizard, went first to the courtyard and saw that it was cloudy outside, probably it would rain shortly thereafter.
~cough~
~cough~
~cough~
~cough~
A little coughing was emitted from Elizabeth's body,
Isabel had managed to heal Elizabeth's chest bones, finally her sister's organs were out of danger.
(Elizabeth): ...
Elizabeth could not speak, even if she tried hard she could not, but now apart from the pain in the limbs and the head, if she stood still she could not feel pain too strong or unbearable.
(Isabel) sister, now that I've treated you, I should help Chloe, who I think is passed out from using magic for too long, but now I'm not feeling well, I'm cold ...
~Thud~
~psshhh~
It only took a few seconds to give up and Isabel fell to the ground unconscious. Her body was in a state of complete relaxation, but she was fine, obviously her already full and wet panties were now sinking another complete release of her bladder and now on her skirt were exposed all the damage done up to now, because the The mid-level spell to hide his previous accident was over.
Now the three sisters were lying on the ground and helpless in the corridor, but only Chloe risked her life, since her body temperature had dropped slowly and steadily so far.
Marsillia instead was in front of the room of the most important sorceress of the court, her name was Fredegunde, a 24-year-old woman, {1,60 meters (5,2 ft)} very thin with bluish eyes like the sea and black hair, she would need glasses but she saw thanks to magic, she was a sorceress with a high magical power, she had spent her entire life closed in the family villa intent on discovering the mysteries of magic, hers was a family of border marquises, therefore in the battle against the demons, Fredegunde's villa was attacked and she who had never set foot outside her room, found herself in a bloody battle where her whole family lost her life, she was saved thanks to a magic to protect against physical-magical attacks that the demons could not break.
However ... once the attack was over she was left alone in the destruction of the demons, she had lost everything, forrunatame, shortly afterwards the human army passed by, led by Chloe's mother, who seeing her skills took her with him and gave her the role of archmage, asking her to bring Chloe on the road of arcane magic only after her twelfth birthday, but when she discovered the death of Katherine, Fredegunde fell into depression, she was always closed again in her room, not wanting to see Chloe, who reminded her of Katherine.
~BRRRTTRTRTPPF~
(Marsillia'mind '): wow ... I was lucky ...
Marsillia had just released a hard fart in the panties that she had taken from Chloe's room, this because she still had to go to the bathroom but she couldn't also didn't want to meet the archmage in this state, she had to release some gas before entering, however she didn't she expected such a loud sound, she was surprised not to have ruined her panties ...
Now he had to warn the archmage, he didn't even knock, he opened the door and entered, this because he knew that the archmage was shy and never used his authority and his magic, or at least she had never seen her do it .. .
However inside the room ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): Oooh, aaaaaaaaaaahhh, it's so pleasant, it feels really good, today is really a great day after all.
Fredegunde had always been alone but had never masturbated in her room, this was because she had always thought it was a bad thing, but when her family died, she started to become a bedwetter, obviously she could prevent herself from doing it with magic, but not she did it because after waking up for the first time since her memory, the feeling of warmth and warmth made her feel so good, after a nightmare, that thing gave her confidence, made her relax, she also liked to wet panties in public or in private and conceal themselves with magic, or, and this was the thing she preferred, she liked to wet the bed, naked or with panties, she liked to get wet slowly, relaxing and feeling the heat caress them and tickle her pussy , then she liked to masturbate and come several times, all this obviously was done by deactivating her search magic, otherwise always active, for this she had not heard the explosion and for this she had not realizing that Marsillia was now entering her room without knocking.
(Fredegunde'mind ') oh no !, I have to do that thing, even if ... No! My honor depends on it!
Suddenly a 30 meter (100 ft) radius sphere formed around Fredegunde sitting on her wet bed, it was one of the most powerful spells known to mankind, time control, it allowed anyone in the sphere to move, this however, he consumed an incredible amount of magical power, it was said that it was impossible to remain inside the sphere and moveĺ for more than 1 second even for an army wizard or for a lower class adventurer (A) for Fredegunde it was not difficult use the time control, the problem is that it had a negative effect on her ...
~prrt~
~prrt~
~pffftt~
Farting and a thurd of soft mush made their way between Fredegunde's buttocks, she hated getting dirty and now her bed and her white panties had turned brown, there was nothing she could do, as soon as she used the control of the passage of time, she immediately shook bladder and bowel, however his bladder was empty so he only made a soft mess in his panties, he hated messing on himself because it was a mess to clean up, however he could not be seen by anyone while masturbating up in a bed wet with pee.
5 minutes later, that outside it wasn't even a blink and Fredegunde had washed herself with magic, drying herself, changed herself and after cleaning the bed, dispelled the magic and saw a simple maid enter, the personal maid Chloe if he wasn't wrong.
Fredegunde was slightly angry ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): who is this maid?
it was called ... Marsillia ... right?
(Fredegunde): why didn't you knock? I was practicing magic control!
She said a little annoyed and embarrassed
(Marsillia): excuse me ... now there is no time, little Chlothsinda and her stepsister Elizabeth are very ill ...
~pfft~
Marsillia apologized embarrassed, not because she realized that she had to knock on the archmage's door, but because although Fredegunde's spell would apparently stop time, this was not true, what was inside the area he would have lived, therefore the body would have worked and this allowed Marsillia's bowels to ferment and produce gas, which was immediately released by the maid.
~grrlllgrl~
A faint sound made the waitress understand that she had to go but there was no time, she would wait, she also felt her bladder oddly filling, yet she had got wet a little while ago ...
(Fredegunde): what do you mean? Where are the girls now?
(Marsillia): they are in the east wing, second floor, in the middle of the central corridor ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): it seems serious, serious, better to hurry ...
(Fredegunde): soon, take my hand, we will go with the teleportation!
(Marsillia): ... EEEEEEEH ?! Teleport? Are you serious? Not for nothing are you an archmage ... wow
Fredegunde could only use teleportation 3 times a month, it was a magical ability rather than a spell, to use it she must have been in that place and had to have it in mind while.
~poof~
While Marseille comments in amazement at her ability, Fredegonde took his hand and they teleported.
~Thud~
~Thud~
Apparently Fredegunde calculated badly and they appeared 1 meter (3.2 ft) above the ground, so no longer feeling the floor under their shoes, they fell to the ground and lost their balance by falling on their backs ...
~pfft~
~hiss~
Marsillia released the gas that was in her bowel and a very small jet of pee entered her in Chloe's black panties, even if someone saw them under her skirt, she could not see anything, the smell of the fart, however, was different ...
(Fredegunde): Chloe!
Mind Marsillia was sitting to prevent the smell of her fart from leaving her skirt, Fredegunde had already performed an analysis on the body of Chloe who was nearby, Fredegunde did not give the slightest importance to the bodies of the duchess' daughters, for her they did not have a space, Chloe instead considered her almost as a younger sister or rather as the only relative she had left since she considered Katherine almost like a mother and had talked a lot with her about Chloe.
(Fredegunde'mind '): not good, her body has been cold for too long, the heart still beats but the brain seems to have ceased its activity for some time now, I must immediately influence magical powers in her, then warm her up and put her to bed!
(Fredegunde): Marsillia !, now as I try to restore little Chloe's magical power, please tell me what happened!
(Marsillia): yes ... well you see I don't know very well what is understood, but I think this is the work of Chloe ... From what I understand it seems to have lost control of itself and its powers ...
(Fredegunde): I understand ...
Fredegunde was amazed.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I didn't think you could lose control at the age of 11, you shouldn't have enough power to not be able to control it ... could Katherine have been wrong? He said he started practicing for Chloe at age 12 ...
Maybe...
A sudden event? One thing discovered? Strong emotion?
Something must have happened that triggered Chloe's loss of control ... however she shouldn't have enough power to beat Isabel the genius who like me started practicing magic in less than 5 years ...
Fredegunde then always looked around while returning magical power to Chloe.
(Fredegunde): wait what?
Fredegunde saw the damage on the wall, debris, charred burns and dried blood.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I'm afraid, if I had a full bladder I would have already drenched my panties ... it couldn't have been Chloe, the thing that worries me most is the blood, there's too much ...
Wait ... if she was really Chloe, after all she is the daughter of that paladin, she could have really been Chloe but in this case because now she is so ... cold as if she had used the over-magic for too long ... wait a moment ...
Fredegunde cast a preveve high-level divination spell, always as he released his magical power to flow into Chloe's cold body, it was so that Fredegunde understood that Chloe had actually used over-magic and had done it for more than 10 minutes, not she had time to see what had happened before, she only saw how Chloe had tried to save Elizabeth, but she realized one thing and that made her seriously depressed.
(Fredegunde'mind '): Chloe is too powerful, using over-magic all that time, means that she has high mental stamina and enormous basic magical power, to heal her body completely, except the brain, she had to at least get her back to her basic magical power reserve, but she had used over-magic for too long, I don't own the amount Chloe needs, maybe not even half!
No, I can't give up like this, after all I just need more magic power right?
Just potions, potions ... of magical regeneration ... I should have them in the ultra-dimensional storage warehouse!
Marsillia was standing while dancing the dance of despair while every now and then a slight fart came out of her ass, she had to pee and take a dump in the bathroom before her panties became a war zone under the archmage's nose!
~prrt~
(Marsillia'mind): why now? Why to me?
~prrt~
~prrt~
~prrt~
~prrt~
~prrt~
~prrt~
Marsillia farted continuously, Fredegunde instead had extracted all the potions she needed from the ultra-dimensional warehouse and flooded Chloe's body with enormous quantities of magical power, she drank and released magic, she drank and released magic, continued for a while and finally saw that Chloe's skin regained its natural color, she had almost finished the potions and had filled up with them, she already felt her bladder filling but she didn't even think about it, now she had to heat Chloe and hope that her brain has not suffered any damage.
(Fredegunde): Marsillia, come here help me make Chloe sit down, indeed no, bring me from her room of clothes and a blanket as quickly as possible, I can warm her body but she must still keep warm on her own, hurry up please!
(Marsillia): ok I'm going right away, but can I go to the servants' rooms first? You see, lady archmage, I should really go to the bathroom ...
~Grlgrlgrlgr~
Marsillia's bowels, as if waiting for his admission, confirmed that he needed the bathroom making the maid blush with a scarlet red.
(Fredegunde): all right, I understand, however, now there is no time, for now continue to release gas, you will go to the bathroom later, now we have no time!
(Marsillia): .... I ..... er ..... ok .... although I think that ..... nothing .... ok thanks for the advice and sorry for my vulgarity !
(Fredegunde'mind '): what I said ... I can't believe it is so embarrassing, I'm also getting excited to see her desperate, No! Now I have to save Chloe!
Marsillia was embarrassed, Fredegunde was embarrassed, Marsillia had to go to the bathroom, felt the pressure on her bladder and her bowels ready to empty, but she decided to do as she was told! She wanted to save Chloe too, so she tried to release a fart but ...
~prrrrrrrttttt~
~Brrrrrrrptptrrttffh~
~brprprprphrtbtbtbt~
Marsillia could not resist and released all the semi-solid content of her bowel all in Chloe's black panties that were leaking on the sides, letting the brown Marsillia mess fall to the ground.
(Marsillia): sorry ... sniff ... sniff, I didn't know how to stop..sniff..sniff ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): he really did it, I don't believe it is so disgusting, but strangely if I think it's not me who gets my panties dirty ... it excites me and so much ... but now is not the time.
(Fredegunde): it doesn't matter now, let's think about Chloe, go get what I asked for earlier and you will be rewarded!
(Marsillia): yes! I go immediately!
Marsillia ran with the casino that dripped from her underwear, while running she made wet and crushing noises of her waste, she decided to release her exhausted bladder in Chloe's poor panties, now those panties were equally ruined!
Meanwhile, Elizabeth's mother had returned to the palace and Isabel, the Duchess, was walking with her escort in the entrance hall towards the east wing, ready as usual to embrace and kiss her daughters lovingly and be told what they had done today .
Okay, and of the fourth chapter!
World statistics:
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 6 (awake) -2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping)
Isabel (prodigy sorceress)
Magic: 85
Strength: 1 (basic)
Bladder: 3 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Bowel: 3 (when awake) 4 (sleeping)
Elizabeth (remorse stepsister)
Magic: 0
Strength: 6
Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Marsillia (maid who fart)
Magic: 3
Strength: 9
Bladder: 4(awake) 6(sleeping)
Bowel: 2 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted archmage)
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 5(awake) 5 (sleeping)
Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother)
Magic: 999
Strength: 999 (basic)
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks!
Edited December 27, 2019 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 5,escape from the palace;
The Duchess and her escort were walking down the corridor, they would arrive at the accident site in a few minutes.
Meanwhile Fredegunde had successfully restored Chloe's magical power, her body had recovered, she was now physically, but her mind was devastated, she had felt upset about killing Elizabeth and then had suffered too much from prolonged use of over-magic, Chloe's psyche was shaken, her brain hadn't been damaged fortunately, but Chloe's knowledge was hurt, hurt by Chloe's own desire to blame herself, Fredegunde fortunately understood the situation and to solve it archmage had to use 2 high level spells, hypnosis and dreamy mind control, the first was a medium level spell normally, but to work, the magical power of the caster had to be at least half the victim, otherwise the probability of success was 0%, fortunately Fredegunde was aware that he could hypnotize Chloe easily, and once hypnotized she could enter Chloe's mind, do he could either make her have a dream that helped her to clear herself or she could simply erase her memory, taking Fredegunde realized 2 things however, the first was that if someone had known what Chloe had done, she probably would have been locked up or executed with the charge of being possessed by a demon, and the second thing was ... he really had to pee!
In the meantime:
(Marsillia'mind '): I feel so dirty, damned archimage, I bet he used a spell on me! I'm happy to be able to help the young lady though, and maybe I'll get my reward!
Marsillia, with her panties full and humidified, took a complete set of chloe clothes, a blanket and walking so as not to disperse the load she had in her panties began to return to the accident site.
(Chief of the guards): So how did the meeting with the high priest go? Are you ready to recognize your daughters as heirs to the throne before the gods?
(Duchess): unfortunately not ... as long as that little girl is around nobody else will be able to inherit the throne ...
(Duchess'mind '): if only something happened to make it disappear ... how happy I would be, nonsense would be enough, so now the emperor is a puppet in my control!
(Chief of the guards): I'm sorry majesty, but equally the little Chloe would become empress, even if she is younger than Elizabeth, being a direct descent, it could not be otherwise ...
(Duchess): I am aware of it, now let's see how my daughters are doing, wait, what happened here?
The Duchess rounded the corner and saw Chloe, Isabel and Elizabeth on the ground, the archmage who seemed to ... cure Chloe ... and signs of destruction could be seen on most of the walls.
(Duchess'mind '): attack of demons?
(Duchess): archmage! Report what happened immediately!
(Fredegunde'mind ') the worst person who could arrive ... perfect!
(Fredegunde): I don't know! I found the girls on the ground and injured, now I'm out of danger!
(Duchess): it is not enough as an explanation, if you don't know it, you just have to discover it with magic!
(Fredegunde): to heal Chloe I have used up almost all my magic power, now I can't use divination magic!
Obviously the last part was a lie.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I have to take Chloe away, probably if the Duchess finds out what happened she could use everything to put her daughters on the throne.
What can I do? I can't just go away with Chloe, Chloe is still unconscious and above all naked, then I don't know where I could go, apart from my old house the only place I've been except this palace is an inn far from here, almost on the border with the kingdom of the elves ...
For now I have to stay here, see what the Duchess' daughters have to say, restore Chloe's mind and then, as a last resort, leave the palace!
Fredegunde's plan was good, but ...
(Duchess): If you can't use magic I'll do it!
(Fredegunde'mind ') ... what? .... oh no ... shit! it didn't take
The Duchess took a white wooden stick out of her dress, the wand seemed to shine, it was definitely a magical tool, and it looked really powerful!
(Duchess): magic of divination, show me the truth, revelation! environmental alteration magic, projects the truth, showing itself!
The Duchess used a relic that allowed spells to be cast even to those who had no magical power, obviously she was not omnipotent and her uses were limited.
(Marsillia): how's Chloe doing? I brought her clothes ... the Duchess ... she is here ... uwaaaa! Sorry, sorry, I am mortified my lady, mistress forgive me, I could not change myself because of the strong desire to save his daughters!
Marsillia was surprised, did not expect to find the Duchess, began to bow over and over again, apologizing and hoping that her dedication would somehow reward her.
As he bowed a disgusting sound and an equally terrible smell were emitted from his clothes due to the smashing of the feces in his panties.
(Duchess): I understand, leave those clothes here and change now, your presence disgusts me!
(Marsillia): I'm really sorry, I'm mortified, thanks for the opportunity, I'll change immediately.
Marsillia ran away ignoring the crushing feeling of her waste.
(Duchess): ok, the spells have been activated successfully, now we will see what really happened, guards, carefully observed, every detail could give us information on the enemy!
(All guards): yes!
(Fredegunde): I want to resist, indeed, I really want to take Chloe away with me if you try to arrest her, she has lost control, it's not her fault!
Guards I don't want to hurt you! But get away from Chloe!
(Duchess'mind '): what do you want? It is unbearable!
(Duchess): the archmage has run out of magical power, arrest her too! It is in league with demons, it is the enemy of humans!
(All guards): yes!
~poof~
Just as the guards were about to take the archmage, she disappeared with Chloe.
(Duchess): shit! Captain put a size of 100 gold coins on their heads, tell the guild of adventurers who are two demons, who attacked the emperor's family in his palace and who want to destroy the capital!
(Duchess'mind '): that archmage fooled me eh, I had to expect everything, even the teleportation.
(Duchess): bring my daughters to bed and take care of them, I want all the court wizards at their disposal.
(Duchess'mind '): I did not expect that shy archmage who is always closed in his room could do such a thing, I underestimated it, but now I have no more hassle, the empire is completely in my hands.
(Fredegunde): I'm falling!
Fredegunde had no clear idea of where to teleport, so teleporting brought the two girls almost 2 Km (1 mi) from the inn, but the worst part is that they were 100 meters (328 ft) above the ground, Fredegunde screamed for fear of falling, her full bladder, due to the fear of falling, released a strong jet of pee that went to moisten her white panties, Fredegunde was falling, she had clothes in one hand and with the other she was holding Chloe's hand naked and unconscious, she couldn't use flying magic, Chloe would have been too heavy to hold with one hand, she had no choice but to wait for the perfect moment to use the soft landing magic on Chloe and herself, it would have hurt a little but nothing relevant.
~Thud~
~Thud~
~psshhh~
The impact was stronger than expected and another stream of pee came out of the archmage's tired bladder, her white panties had a slightly yellowish wet spot right where her crack was.
(Fredegunde'mind): we are in a wood, probably near the inn, I have to find a place to lighten my bladder, or ... I can simply ...
~Pssssssssshhh~
~hiss~
~hiss~
~psshhh~
(Fredegunde): aaah, it makes me feel so good!
(Fredegunde'mind ') wow! I really had to go eh, it's a fantastic feeling, I would like to have time to touch and enjoy myself in the intimacy of my room sitting on my comfortable bed!
Now there is no time though, it is getting evening and the woods can be dangerous, I need a safe place to restore Chloe's mind and then I need to sleep to recover magical power, now I have to dress Chloe and hide this accident, wow is the first time that I hold my urine for more than 10 minutes since I feel the need to go, I think those potions have really filled my bladder!
Fredegunde with a little embarrassment, put on Chloe first the dark blue panties, then the dress, a simple white dress without too many embroideries, then put on her stockings and realized that she had not taken the shoes.
After dressing Chloe and hiding her accident she decided to laboriously take Chloe in her arms and use the flight spell and sensing magic to find the inn.
(Fredegunde'mind '): she was fortunately close!
The inn was located near a small border town, it was a medium-sized 2-storey building, its appearance was average in the world but for Chloe and Fredegunde it was a place for poor people.
(Fredegunde): good evening is allowed?
(Owner of the inn): young ladies, welcome to our inn, my name is Odo, the owner, our inn, the sleeping bear is the best in the area, I am sure you will find yourself well, what can I do for you?
(Fredegunde): my sister and I would like a place to spend the night, thank you!
(Odo'mind '): mmmmm, they look like two nobles ...
(Odo): I have a free room but it has a single bed, one of which will sleep on the floor, sorry, he could also sleep in the barn, if he wishes.
(Fredegunde): the room with the single bed is fine, thanks!
(Odo): fine, it would be 2 silver coins, 1 for each customer, but since the bed is single, just 1 silver coin is enough. Obviously advance payment and 2 copper coins as guarantee.
(Fredegunde): ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): I don't have any money, how can I do it, should I sell an item? Should I invent a credible story? should I beg this man?
No I have no time to waste, I will use magic!
(Fredegunde): sir you know me right?
(Odo): I'm sure I've never seen it before, no ... wait ... my friend, how much time has passed since I last saw you! What can I do for you?
(Fredegunde): my friend, see me and my sister we came here to see you but we forgot to bring the money and it is now night and it is late to go home, so I would like you to host us in your inn at least until tomorrow morning, if you can obviously ...
(Odo): but of course my friend, I have this room free but it has only one bed, sorry but the others are occupied by adventurers ...
(Fredegunde): okay, let's take that room, thank you my friend, you saved us!
(Odo): for you this and other my friend, the room is 8, have a good sleep!
(Fredegunde): thank you friend!
Fredegunde had hypnotized Odo, now he had to do the same with Chloe, only it would have been more difficult! Much more difficult...
Ok, end of the fifth chapter!
World statistics:
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years)
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 6 (awake) -2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping)
Isabel (prodigy sorceress)
Magic: 85
Strength: 1 (basic)
Bladder: 3 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Bowel: 3 (when awake) 4 (sleeping)
Elizabeth (remorse stepsister)
Magic: 0
Strength: 6
Bladder: 1 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 2 (sleeping)
Marsillia (maid who fart)
Magic: 3
Strength: 9
Bladder: 4(awake) 6(sleeping)
Bowel: 2 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted archmage)
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 5(awake) 5 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 6,Chloe's mind:
Fredegunde had managed to take Chloe away from the building and managed to get a bedroom at the inn without paying, she felt proud of herself, now she had to speculate on Chloe to agree that she would enter her head, but first.
(Fredegunde'mind): well, everything has gone well so far, but my lower half is completely drenched, fortunately it will not leave stains apparently, but it is annoying, then I am really tired, I want to hypnotize Chloe immediately and make me a good sleep.
Fredegunde removed her clothes and put them on a chair to dry, once removed you could see how much pee she had done, Fredegunde was now left in still very wet panties and in a bra, this because she didn't want to remain completely naked in a place unknown.
Afterwards he began to cast the hypnotizing spell.
(Fredegunde): Chloe, wake up!
(Chloe): yes!
(Fredegunde'mind '): it was fast ...
(Fredegunde): Chloe how do you feel? Are you cold? Do you need something?
Chloe was completely dehydrated.
(Chloe): ... I'm thirsty ...
(Fredegunde): ok, you can drink, keep some water.
Fredegunde took a container from his ultra-dimensional warehouse, produced magic water directly in the jug and helped Chloe drink.
(Fredegunde): Chloe, I would like to enter your mind, can I?
(Chloe): no! You can't, maybe you actually can ... I'm not sure ...
(Fredegunde): Chloe, you completely agree with me that I enter your mind right?
(Chloe): yes, I think you can do it ... yes!
Suddenly a purple glow enveloped Chloe, it had allowed Fredegunde to enter his mind. the archmage then got on the bed embracing Chloe, blocked the room with multiple magic barriers and entered Chloe's mind.
He was in a forced dream, where almost everything was decided by Chloe, if Fredegunde had failed, she could have been imprisoned unless she killed Chloe, it was a difficult task, she had to enter Chloe's subconscious, improve the image that she had of herself and possibly momentarily block some memories, such as her loss of control when she got angry.
(Fredegunde'mind '): what a dismal and cold place, it makes you shiver!
Wait why don't I wear a skirt? Is it because I don't wear it in the real world? Was it my unconscious choice? Is it Chloe's will?
~Achoo~
~Psshhh~
(Fredegunde'mind '): I peed a little! It's not like me to get wet for a sneeze ... it's cold, my panties are wet, it's a hellish place!
In Chloe's dream, the level of incontinence of people is higher because Chloe herself now that she regained consciousness and her nocturnal continence was very low, Fredegunde did not know this, currently Chloe cannot wake up due to the sense of guilt, but it is officially out of danger.
In the dream Fredegunde instead was walking towards a sphere of purple light that he saw in the distance, but suddenly 2 shadows appeared that slowly took shape and became tangible, they were the same as Elizabeth and Isabel, also two of them half naked, Elizabeth had only her panties special, Isabel instead had green bra and panties.
(Fredegunde'mind '): wow! What are the Duchess' daughters doing in Chloe's dream?
(False Elizabeth and Isabel): We will kill you like Chloe killed her sister!
(Fredegunde): Perfect!
(Fredegunde'mind): I hope my magic works ...
(False Elizabeth and Isabel): it's useless, you can't hurt us more than Chloe did!
(Fredegunde): maybe it is ...
~Boom~
Fredegunde used low-level blast spell.
(Fredegunde): maybe not ...
(False Elizabeth and Isabel): it hurts, but it's not comparable to the pain that Chloe inflicted on us.
(False isabel): now it's my turn!
However ...
(Fredegunde): I won't let you do it!
~gaah~
~Pssssssssshhh~
~poof~
Fredegunde had used the magic of the earth to hit the small body of the fake Isabel with a gigantic boulder, which fell to the ground in pain and released the bladder completely in the green panties and later the fake Isabel disappeared leaving a puddle where she had bathed.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it seems that in order to defeat her she had to get her wet, it seems more and more as if it is me and not Chloe who command the dream ...
(Elizabeth): first me and then my sister, how many people who love you will kill Chloe?
(Fredegunde'mind '): Chloe? Thing? Wait, did I become Chloe? Why?
Fredegunde had taken on the appearance of Chloe, in the same clothes that Chloe had lying on the bed with her in real life.
(fake Elizabeth) give me back my sister!
The fake Elizabeth ran to where Fredegunde was and tried to hit her with a punch, Fredegunde used a magic barrier to protect herself, the fake Elizabeth continued to punch while Elizabeth continued to parry with the barrier.
(False Elizabeth): What are you doing? Aren't you going to kill me again?
(Fredegunde): I don't want to kill you, you are not a threat to me!
(False Elizabeth): Why then did you just kill my sister?
(Fredegunde): she was going to attack me ... then I didn't kill her, you are only copies, the real ones are alive ...
(False Elizabeth): You are lying, Chloe killed them, you killed them!
(Fredegunde): it wasn't Chloe's fault, she went out of control and then tried to fix it!
~ Sniff ~
~ Sniff ~
Tears crawled on the face of the fake Elizabeth who slowly became a shadow and then slowly took the form of Chloe, she was dressed in white panties, a pink formal dress, a white petticoat, pink stockings and white shoes that sparkled, the dress absolutely Chloe's favorite.
Fredegunde instead went back to being herself.
(Fredegunde'mind): how strange, apparently this is the part of Chloe who accuses himself of what happened ...
I no longer have his appearance apparently, I must admit that I did not mind staying in the form of Chloe, at least I had clothes ... now I'm cold again ...
~achoo~
~psshhh~
~achoo~
~pssssshhh~
Two sneezes forced Fredegunde's bladder to leak, a small jet of urine warmed her panties and another jet of about 2 seconds splashed on the ground.
(Fredegunde'mind '): fuck! , I hate to get involuntarily wet ...
(Chloe): I ... I'm a murderer ... you said I'm not ... how do you know my sisters are fine? who are you,? where we are?
(Fredegunde'mind '): you! I did it, I found the part of Chloe who feels guilty, it's probably a part of his conscience ... I can do it!
(Fredegunde): it's true, you hit your stepsister Elizabeth, you went out of control and you made your sisters suffer ... however you also risked your life to try to save your sister Elizabeth and you are risking even now, you are a good girl, I know!
(Chloe): yes of course I tried to cure her but I was not able ...
(Fredegunde): trust me, she is fine!
(Chloe): I don't believe you! I don't even know you, how do you know Elizabeth is fine? Who are you?
(Fredegunde): I know because when I came to heal you I saw her body and later I also analyzed it with magic, except for some fracture Elizabeth was healthy!
She didn't even report permanent damage, except perhaps a weakening of his muscles, especially those of his bladder and his bowels, he was fine, the same goes for Isabel of course.
Chloe, the only one who now has damage is you, apart from the damage resulting from your disproportionate use of magic even after having exhausted the magical power which I have already repaired, your previously unstable mind has suffered heavy trauma resulting from the faults that you self registered. I am the archmage, my name is Fredegunde, I know that perhaps you have never seen me before or perhaps you have never spoken to me, but your mother, who for me was like a second mother who lifted me from the rubble and gave a new life, your mother told me everything about you, I consider you as my younger sister and I will do everything to help and protect you!
So please wake up!
(Chloe): wow, so you make me blush, however I can't just accept what I've done and forget it ... I can't!
(Fredegunde): of course you can't, you have to recognize your faults and also your merits, you have to understand who you are and be yourself, never forget what you've done, learn from your mistakes and fortify yourself to prevent such bad things from happening again, now wake up, Chloe.
(Chloe): yes!
.
.
.
(Fredegunde'mind ') I made it, I came out of the dream, this means that Chloe has woken up!
Fredegunde turned her head and saw a Chloe with her eyes open and full of tears
~ Sniff ~
~ Sniff ~
(Chloe): thanks..Fredegunde ...
(Fredegunde): Chloe, don't thank me, it is I who thank you, just seeing you open your eyes fills me with happiness.
As Fredegunde moved to embrace little Chloe, she noticed an enormous humidity on the mattress and on the sheet, they were completely drenched.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I don't believe it, I wet the bed and even poor Chloe's dress, what a shame ... no wait, my area is slightly drier than Chloe's ... it could be .. .
(Chloe): Fredegunde ... I ... sniff ... I ... I'm sorry I peed in bed, I wet you too, sorry!
(Fredegunde'mind '): fantastic! Not only does it seem that the actually didn't get wet, but I'm also on the same bed as a girl who got wet, that's exciting ... my panties are so hot ... no !, it's not the time, then Chloe is still small ... what am I going to think ... I feel my mind dirty inside ...
(Fredegunde): don't worry about that ... I also often bathe the bed ...
Fredegunde blushes for what she said, after all she is still shy externally, even Chloe blushes, but then she gets out of bed, undresses and stays with her bra and panties wet.
(Chloe): ok ...but...where are we anyway?
End of chapter 6!
information on types of coins:
1 iron coin = (only a tenth of copper)
10 iron coin = 1 copper coin = (a low quality meal or a glass of excellent alcohol)
10 copper coin = 1 silver coin = (a night in a good inn or a great meal)
10 silver coin = 1 gold coin = (good equipment or poor quality potions)
50 gold coin = 1 platinum coin = (powerful magic items, magical equipment or an elegant house, this is the average product made in a human's life)
World statistics:
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years)
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (wet princess or Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 7 (awake) -1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (when awake) 5 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted archmage)
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 5(awake) 5 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 7, a dirty awakening:
Fredegunde had successfully treated Chloe, improving her image of herself, but Chloe was still shaken, she wanted to apologize to Elizabeth and spend time with her stepsisters, but Fredegunde explained to her that now they were both fugitives and they could not come back.
Fredegunde explained everything that had happened to Chloe and that there were too many witnesses who saw the projection of the accident, then the Duchess had too much influence, the scariest thing and that controlled the whole army and especially the troop of imperial magicians elite, if he found himself in an open clash against more than 10 of them, even the archmage had no chance of winning, even if he fought together with Chloe they could not defeat the overwhelming power of the duchess, who also possessed the relics of the country, so in the event of a clash with no chance of victory in Fredegunde there was only one use of teleportation and he wanted to use it well.
Now Fredegunde wanted to move north, in the middle ground between the elven, dwarven and human territory, the perfect place for adventurers, Fredegunde wanted to train Chloe and herself, then join a group of high level adventurers and once gained some fighting prowess, return to the capital, kill the duchess and allow Chloe to become empress after demonstrating the duchess' crimes and details about Chloe's loss of control.
(Fredegunde): Do you understand what Chloe will do now?
(Chloe) is ...
(Fredegunde): you don't agree right?
(Chloe): I've never seen the duchess's evil, and I didn't think she controlled the empire but my father!
I can not believe...
I also want to apologize to my sister for what I did ...
(Fredegunde): How many more times do I have to tell you it's not your fault?
(Chloe): Even if you say I am not to blame, I think that if I had demonstrated my innate ability with magic and not been stubborn about wanting to fight, I would not have lost control thanks to your teachings and the duchess without reason could not have do what he did!
(Fredegunde'mind '): wow not bad for an eleven year old to talk like this ... maybe I was like that too at her age ...
(Fredegunde): you're right, you're guilty, but one day the duchess would still have found a way to make you disappear, of course, I must admit that you have great potential, you have a very high magical power for your age, I think it is similar to mine ... you have to learn new spells and keep yourself under control, then we will train and defeat the supremacy of the duchess together!
I'll help you!
(Chloe): I didn't even know you and you did a lot for me, I'm sorry to ask you to help me again but ... if you do ... I will never know how to thank you ...
(Fredegunde): Chloe, I did all this for my will ... you don't even have to thank me but if you really care ... could you consider me as your big sister?
(Chloe): sure big sister, thanks again!
(Fredegunde): well now what do you say if we sleep, personally I am very tired, I know that you slept all day but I am sleepy so goodnight!
(Chloe): I'm sorry sister, if you don't remember I just wet the bed ...
Chloe said pointing to her white panties with a yellow halo and the huge wet patch on the sheet.
(Fredegunde): I hadn't thought of that ... well apart from the feeling of cold I don't mind sleeping in it ...
(Fredegunde'mind): I didn't mean the last part out loud!
(Chloe): how did you say big sister?
(Fredegunde): listen ... we are both drenched in urine, apart from an irritation that I could easily cure, we don't take any risk ... I just need to keep the bed warm with continuous magic while we sleep ...
(Chloe): Can't you dry it with magic?
Although by now I am used to wetting the bed I don't like to voluntarily sleep in my pee!
Chloe said this in an irritated and at the same time embarrassed voice.
Fredegunde nodded reluctantly because she was excited at the thought of sleeping in a wet bed by someone other than herself.
Suddenly the urine on the bed magically disappeared leaving Fredegunde a little bitter.
(Chloe): fantastic! I wish I could too ...
(Chloe'mind '): if I learned to do it I would no longer be called a princess bathing in bed ...
(Fredegunde): it's a more difficult magic than it seems, now we sleep, I'm sleepy ...
(Chloe): big sister .. can you please give me some water I'm really thirsty ...
(Fredegunde): ok
(Fredegunde'mind '): if you drink before bed there will be a remote possibility for her to wet the bed ... I would love it ... but I don't think she will do it unless ...
Fredegunde pulled the old jug out of the ultra-dimensional warehouse and not letting himself be discovered by Chloe filled it with a diuretic that would have a slow effect and a light sleeping pill that would help Chloe to sleep faster and not wake up to pee, then produced water and gave Chloe the jug.
He did this not knowing that Chloe would wet the bed anyway because of the incontinence caused by his nightmares.
(Chloe): thank you, I was thirsty! I'm not sleepy now ... tell me about how you met my mother ... to make me fall asleep ... please ...
(Fredegunde): ok, but only a little, I'm too sleepy!
Fredegunde went to bed with Chloe, both wearing yellowed white panties, they had to stick together because the bed was tight, then Fredegunde began to tell starting from his childhood.
After a long time Chloe finally started snoring.
(Fredegunde'mind): finally! More than an hour has passed! Now I can sleep happily.
~grlhgrlhgrlhgrlh~
(Fredegunde'mind '):no right now ... it didn't take!
Fredegunde's stomach gave a loud gurgling noise, he had to go to the bathroom, but just then Chloe embraced her, who didn't want to wake Chloe, also because afterwards she would never go back to sleep keeping her awake too.
(Fredegunde'mind '): Why? Because I have to go now, my stomach hurts ... I will only release a small part of the gas and then I will try to resist until tomorrow morning ...
~fraaap~
~braap~
~BRRRTTRTRTPPF~
(Fredegunde'mind '): fuck! Luckily Chloe didn't wake up ... a little gas ... I nearly fell on myself ... the bed vibrated with fart! And the last one was slightly wet ... disgusting but also exciting, the smell is acrid, will it always be the fault of the potions? I dare not put my head under the covers to smell it, I really hope it has dispersed by tomorrow morning.
Now I'm fine though, I die of sleep, I can sleep peacefully.
At night Fredegunde's butt emitted farts of all kinds, which at a certain point stopped after the release of a spray of slightly liquid poop that dirty the back of her panties and spread evenly on the mattress. It was undoubtedly the side effects of too many potions and the cold in the bowels after the wetting that had not dried because it excited herself.
~bsssst~
~puuurtt~
~pprrraaprapp~
~Prrrrrrrttttt~
~grlhgrlhgrlhgrlh~
~fraaap~
~fraaap~
~frbpurtrbt~
As soon as the sun rose, Chloe woke up.
(Chloe): good morning ... big sister?
Fredegunde snored louder than ever.
(Chloe'mind '): she must be exhausted by how much she has tried to save me ... what is this heat ... I wet the bed ... and I wet her again, when she wakes up will she be angry? She said it happens to her sometimes too ... I hope she doesn't punish me ...
Chloe looked under the covers and realized that the mattress was completely drenched
(Chloe'mind '): what is this smell ... it smells bad! I can't believe I have discouraged so badly ... I don't even have to go, it also seems more than a fart ... if Fredegunde saw me now I wouldn't know what to tell her ... and I can't use magic to make this disappear. .. at least not so fast, I could warm it up to evaporate my pee, even if the stain would remain ... and to remove the disgusting smell I could open the window, now I get up and hope that the big sister won't wake up.
However, I feel sorry for whoever is the owner of this bed and this room ...
Chloe saw that the bed was completely saturated with her urine, she did not know that Fredegunde had both pissed and shit on her in her sleep and thought it was completely her fault, in particular the rancid smell that perpetrated in the room made her lose confidence in herself , as if he had no control over his needs.
Chloe tried to remove the stale urine on the bed, but without any success, luckily Fredegunde slept, then Chloe opened the window, but strangely the air did not seem to come out, she did not know about the magic barriers made by Fredegunde and therefore did not know what to open the window was useless.
Meanwhile Fredegunde was dreaming of being naked, of not being able to use magic and of being stuck in a glass sphere with a host of demons on the outside that kept hitting the sphere that cracked little with each stroke, this frightened her that sometimes he would leak pee droplets.
She had to go to the bathroom and in the sphere she could not otherwise she would have had to walk in her urine and feces, she also had to discourage badly but she could not otherwise the smell would have accumulated in the sphere, in practice she had no way to save herself except that of wake up, but I dream was so realistic that he could not imagine that he was sleeping.
Chloe was now naked because in the meantime she had taken off her panties that had now gone from white to yellow, had all the shades of yellow and gave off a acrid smell, she also realized that she had an irritation to the skin due to contact with urine and she used the basic magic of cure until the irritation disappeared, the smell and the sticky sensation however remained and Chloe really wanted to take a bath, so reluctantly she decided to wake Fredegunde, but when she had approached her and was about to to wake up...
~brrbrrbrtt~
A wet fart came out of Fredegunde's ass leaving Chloe with his mouth open in amazement, then Fredegunde moved slightly and ...
~squelch~
~squelch~
~phsssssssssssssssss~
The wet and dirty bottom of Fredegunde moving made several wet sounds and a hiss followed them, Chloe took a while to understand that Fredegunde had dirtied the bed and to the realization that it was probably she who had caused the smell in the room before she opened the mouth in amazement and then she chuckled and smiled at the situation and because she felt more confident and with less shame and embarrassment she decided to wake up her big sister who had made a mess on the bed.
(Chloe): big sister, wake up, I think I wet the bed.
(Fredegunde): ... uh ... yes, I'm awake !, don't worry about the bed honey, it happens, wow you really drenched it?
It's completely soaked ... what is this stench, did you have to go to the bathroom and didn't want to wake me up? Wait ... what happened ... Chloe ... I think she owes you an apology, I screwed up on the bed ...
(Fredegunde'mind ') ... she is so humiliating, I have also reassured her, now how can I maintain my dignity?
That sucks that it's disgusting ... of course it's also exciting but still disgusting, I like getting wet but getting dirty is different ...
(Chloe): big sister I'm sorry it happened to you, but now you should clean up, it happens to everyone every now and then ...
(Fredegunde): you're right ... anyway I'm sorry you have to smell this, sorry.
(Chloe): don't worry I peed on you ...
(Fredegunde): okay, now we clean everything, unfortunately I can't clean the mess with magic, so the bed will be ruined, now I will dispel the magic barrier and let out the smell. Then I'll have to apologize to my friend ...
(Chloe'mind '): here is the reason why the air did not come out!
(Chloe): Do you have a friend here at the border inn?
(Fredegunde): no I hypnotized the owner of the inn to give us the room without paying ... now that I think about it we have no money, I think we will have to join the guild as adventurers and do some mission to earn money, then maybe we will find companions, maybe a strong warrior ...
(Chloe'mind '): can also use hypnosis! How powerful it is ... not the archmage at all!
(Chloe): I'm happy to be an adventurer and enter a party, but I don't want to team up with boys! I accept only
...cute girls...
Chloe was a little roasted from what she said but she didn't like boys.
(Fredegunde): I didn't mind a handsome man but I have to admit that I wouldn't want to be seen wet by a man ...
Fredegunde blushed when she said she would get wet again.
(Chloe): sister, I have a problem ... I no longer have clean clothes ... they are all stained with stale urine, they stink and are especially slimy my panties ...
(Fredegunde): my panties are worse ... but the clothes are not bad, I'm glad I removed them, I will go get you clean clothes and I must also refill potions, you stay here at the inn, we will sleep here another night and tomorrow we will go to the adventurers guild.
(Chloe): ok but come back soon, I will be bored without you ...
Fredegunde cleaned herself, took care of the irritation of the skin and put on the clothes she had left to dry without putting on her dirty panties, she also noticed that on the petticoat there was a visible halo of urine, which excited her.
(Fredegunde): take this magical device, if you shake it strongly I will know that you need me and I will come to help you, also take this dried meat and this water, if you need anything else go to the owner of the inn tell him that you are my friend, will definitely help, see you later, bye.
(Chloe): bye.
End of the 7th chapter!
World statistics:
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years)
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (Chloe)
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 8 (awake) -1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 8 (when awake) 8 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted archmage)
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 4(awake) 4 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Happy new year to everyone!
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 8, new characters:
Fredegunde left the inn saying goodbye to her fake best friend and headed to the nearby citadel to buy clean clothes for her and Chloe, arrived in the center of the village she started looking for a clothes shop, but then she realized that she didn't have a single penny and then he went to a shop with the word "pawnshop" written on it, then took a gold necklace enchanted by the ultra-dimensional warehouse and entered.
Inside there were many shelves and showcases, it was a confusing place, but even at first glance there was a large number of valuables.
At the center of the shop there was a tall, muscular woman, rather than a shopkeeper she looked like a warrior, she definitely inspired fear.
(Fredegunde): hi sir, i was wondering if you could give me some money if i sell you this necklace, it is completely gold, and it has a spell of high level physical strength increase and a light magic defense.
(Woman): hi Miss Maga, I believe you are a sorceress of noble origins, both from your clothes and from the magical power that you emanate, that necklace seems to be a powerful magical object, it is a problem to have it examined to see if what you have me said is the truth?
(Fredegunde): of course there is no problem, just examine it.
(Woman): Oh, not bad, it was a long time since I had been brought such an object, so I can give you 5 gold coins, take it or leave it.
(Fredegunde): then pay me 10 gold coins and I will add a magic ring.
Fredegunde took the ring from the ultra-dimensional warehouse
(Man): let me see it ... well it is undoubtedly less powerful than the second, it only amplifies the magical power of the wearer, I would struggle to sell it, I propose 8 gold coins, okay?
(Fredegunde): I have no other choice, I need clean clothes ... thanks for buying my items!
(Woman): no problem, if you need some clothes, go to the shop out here on the right and to the owner who sends you Ada, they will give you a discount, goodbye and thank you for coming to our shop.
(Fredegunde): goodbye, it was a pleasant meeting.
Fredegunde hurriedly left the shop and Ada was upset because she wanted the sorceress to reveal her name to her.
(Fredegunde'mind '): only 8 gold coins ... those items were worth at least triple ... I have no talent for bargaining ... now I have to find clothes for me and Chloe.
Fredegunde went to the shop that Ada had advised her, unlike the Ada shop, this place showed elegance and order, the clothes were divided into categories and on most of them there was a wooden tag with the price written on it, at a wooden desk there was sitting a woman in her fifties dressed in purple clothes and embroidered in gold, she seemed a noblewoman but she was only a merchant.
(Fredegunde): is it allowed?
(Old woman): come in, my dear, what are you interested in?
(Fredegunde): Ada sends me, I would like two complete sets of clothes for me and my little sister, which cost less than 5 total gold coins.
(Old woman): you went to my daughter's shop, young lady, can I know what kind of clothes they are interested in?
(Fredegunde): I would like two pairs of elegant clothes and two pairs of clothes that facilitate movement, then I would like two pairs of boots and two pairs of socks.
(Old woman) can I ask the reason for these purchases? The clothes you already have are not going well?
(Fredegunde): unfortunately they ruined ...
(Old woman): I understand, can you tell me the measurements?
Fredegunde took out a piece of paper from the ultra-dimensional warehouse
(Old woman'mind ') can use storage magic? Wow, not bad this sorceress, I wonder who she is ...
(Fredegunde): these are my little sister's measurements, unfortunately I don't know mine, I haven't bought clothes for a long time ...
(Old woman): no problem, remove your clothes and I will be happy to take your measurements.
(Fredegunde): ok I'll take them off right away.
Fredegunde took off her pissed shoes, dress and petticoat previously, then realized she didn't have panties because of her nightly accident and blushed accordingly.
The woman took a tape measure and took the archmage's measurements.
(Old woman): why don't you wear underwear?
Fredegunde blushed much more.
(Fredegunde): unfortunately my panties are ruined, that's why I need new underwear, I would like at least 3 pairs of panties for me and my sister.
(Old woman): I understand, I'm done taking your measurements, you can get dressed as well.
(Old woman): you can choose between these dresses, if you want I have others in stock, I just have to find them in your sizes.
(Fredegunde): don't worry, then I don't have time, my little sister is alone at the inn, I have to go, thanks for everything.
Fredegunde chose the clothes the old lady advised her, paid 5 gold coins, then took the clothes, put them in the ultra-dimensional warehouse, greeted the woman and left.
While returning to the inn of the sleeping bear, he saw a pair of very special red panties at a stall, they were an enchanted object that emitted a strange aura in the surrounding area, this caused Fredegunde to approach and after seeing the spells of those panties immediately decided to buy them for 2 gold coins.
With the gold coin left, she decided to buy some food to put in the ultra-dimensional warehouse at a grocery store.
At the end of his purchases in Fredegunde there were only six silver coins left and therefore he decided to return to Chloe.
Chloe after Fredegunde's exit was left alone in her room, the room smelled and she was bored, she wanted to take a bath but she thought she couldn't call Fredegunde for these trivia.
Then he chose to put on his heavily yellowed and stinky clothes and go to odo, the owner of the inn.
(Chloe) I'm your friend's little sister, my sister told me that I could ask you while she wasn't there, is there a way for me to take a bath?
(Odo): of course, there is a tub at the bottom on the right, since you are the first one who requested it, you have to fill it up and then heat the water the water, then you can take a nice hot bath and also the other guests will thank you.
(Chloe): thanks, is there a way to wash my clothes?
(Odo): we have no soap, but you can wash them at the well.
(Chloe): thanks!
(Odo): please don't thank me, thank your sister for everything she has done for me!
(Chloe): ok.
While Chloe went to the tub to finally take a bath, she was stopped by a young adventurer, apparently about fifteen years old.
She was 14 years old, her name was Alice, her past was dark, she was raised by an assassin and his wife because her parents died in a fire, she was now a young class B adventurer, she was 1.62 meters tall (5.3 ft), her eyes were deep blue, her hair was blond, she had a fair complexion, a toned and muscular body and her breasts were particularly large for her age, she now wore light armor and on his life you could see a dagger in a golden sheath.
(Alice): hello, I'm Alice, before I heard that you need to take a bath, I need it too but I didn't want to fill the tub alone, I'll give you a hand!
(Chloe): my name is Chloe, I will be happy to share the tub with you, thanks for the help.
The two went to the bathroom
(Alice): don't you need water? I think we should take it from the well.
(Chloe): no, I can create it with magic, I should be able to produce about 2000 liters per day, you think about lighting a fire to heat the tank, I am not able to heat such a large volume of water.
(Alice): it's amazing, who are you girl? To produce such a quantity of water is absurd ...
(Chloe): I am only the pupil of a powerful sorceress, I want to become an adventurer and then a paladin for the army.
(Alice): wow, I am also an adventurer, I can help you pass the test, and then if you want you can join me, I am a recent adventurer and I have not yet entered a party.
(Chloe): that's fine with me, I would like my teacher to join the party though.
(Alice): for me there are no problems, I would like to know your teacher first, tell me about her now that we will enter the water.
Some time later the two undressed and entered the tub a little embarrassed, Chloe told her situation and that of Fredegunde, omitting that they were hiding and her true identity, she also said that Fredegunde was his sister and that she was a powerful sorceress.
(Alice): you really have a great teacher, my coach is also a great warrior, she taught me to fight and raised me, then one day I realized that I did not agree with the life she had chosen and I did I went, in the future I hope to meet her and show her how strong I have become, but now let's talk about you, have you had a nice wetting problem recently?
Your panties are a disaster ... I felt you wanted to wash your clothes, if you have nothing else to wear I could lend me something, even if I doubt that my backpack has something of your measurements ...
Chloe blushed.
(Chloe): yes, I got wet last night, my sister went to town to buy clothes, I'll be fine, don't worry.
(Alice): Hahahahahaha, you really are a child is it?
Pissing on your age or wetting the bed is a bit childish ... you should grow up!
A tear came out of Chloe, not expecting offense or making fun of what she now considered a new friend.
~ Sniff ~
~ Sniff ~
(Chloe): you're bad ... I have bedwetting problems because I often have nightmares, I don't usually get wet!
(Alice): sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I was just joking, I wasn't serious ... wait but then do you often wet the bed? hahahahahaha
Sorry! Sorry! I'm sorry, I guess you suffer from this ...
(Chloe): stop making fun of me ... yes, I suffer from it, and I've often been made fun of for this, I can't help it ... since my mother died I have terrifying nightmares that make me wet the bed from fear ...
(Alice): is your mother dead? I'm really sorry for having made you rethink bad memories, I shouldn't have offended you, I hope you can forgive me and that we can remain friends ...
You must know that I too often need to pee, I have to go right now ... so I had no right to make fun of your condition, sorry again ...
(Chloe): I accept your apologies and I still want to be your friend.
However if you have to pee, go to the bathroom ...
(Alice): this inn does not have a magic bathroom, you can go and do your needs outside or ask for a chamber pot, I don't want to get out of the water now, I can hold on a little longer ... if I wasn't with you in the tub I think I would let her out ...
Alice blushes from what she just said.
(Chloe): is there really no bathroom here? I can't pee outside ... wait, do you pee in water usually? Don't you disgust washing yourself in your urine?
(Alice): a little yes, but I must admit that I like the act, then with all this water you can't smell it ...
(Chloe): then go ... pee in the tub, it doesn't bother me ... go ahead.
(Alice): I can't ... not with you who know ...
(Chloe): I don't mind I said ... do it!
(Alice) ... ok, if you insist ...
Embarrassed Alice began to pee, did not have a large bladder but had been holding on for quite some time, so the water became partially yellow and cloudy around Alice and cleared slowly before the urine visibly reached Chloe.
(Chloe): wow, you really had to go ...
(Chloe'mind '): the water was really yellow, I must go too, but I am ashamed to ask and I see that if I do it it is too obvious ... I have to wait ... I can stay longer.
(Alice): it's so nice to get rid of a full bladder!
(Fredegunde): hi girls, can i go into the water with you?
Fredegunde had used an invisibility spell and had listened to the whole conversation from behind the door, when Alice peed in the water, Fredegunde could no longer resist and wanted to join in talking to the girls, the 3 chat until the fire goes out and then cooling the tank.
《《~~ Meanwhile in the imperial palace ~~》》
(Duchess): so how's the research going? Have you found those two fugitives?
(Chief of the guards): not yet, but the best bounty hunter is participating in the hunt, we should have news soon!
(Duchess): well, now is the time to publicly announce the events and declare that Elizabeth is the new heir to the throne.
Isabel and Elizabeth had lost memory of recent events because of a spell cast by a duchess's wand, and after seeing Chloe's scene hitting Elizabeth they agreed very much with their mother.
《《~~ meanwhile in the town near the inn ~~》》
A taller and more muscular bounty hunter than Ada herself with a fairy on her shoulder entered the pawnshop.
(Bounty hunter): Did this person come to visit you by any chance?
The huntress drew a portrait of Fredegunde.
(Ada): yes, do you know her?
(Bounty hunter): yes she is a friend of mine, I'm looking for her, can you tell me where she is now?
(Ada): no, but you can ask my mother, her shop is on the side, I asked your friend to go to her.
(Bounty hunter '): well, I have a track!
The bounty hunter thanked, said goodbye and went out and then entered the shop of Ada's mother.
(Bounty hunter): hi, your daughter said she saw my friend, do you know where she went?
(Old lady): who do I have the pleasure of talking to?
(Bounty hunter): I am a dear friend of hers, we had to meet yesterday but I lost track of her.
(Old lady): she didn't tell me where she was going, but she mentioned an inn, there aren't many in the city and there is one outside the city, you shouldn't struggle to find her, say hello, she is a nice girl.
(Bounty hunter): I'll skip it, goodbye and thank you.
(Bounty hunter '): excellent, I can finally kill two demons and avenge my family, I can take the reward and live more quietly from now on, I made a sacrifice to find the place but it was worth it it ...
《《~~ the previous night,in a forest near the capital ~~》》
(Bounty hunter '): I accepted the high-risk assignment to find those demons, I can't let them escape into their territory after what they've done, I have to find them quickly, I'll make a deal with the fairies !.
The bounty hunter went in search of the fairy village in the woods, and after facing multiple trials, she managed to talk to the fairy king and make a pact with them.
(King of the fairies): I will help you find those you are looking for, in return you will have to do something for me, my daughter, unfortunately suffers severely from a condition that rarely affects fairies, this is due to the curse that the gods inflicted on us centuries ago , now it is very rare that it happens, but sometimes it happens that a muscle does not develop to a fairy, at some, the most unfortunate ones do not develop the heart and die prematurely, at others the wings and die later, my daughter does not the bladder muscles are developed, so it is incontinent, I ask you to make the body-sharing agreement with my daughter, I ask you to share the muscles of your bladder with my daughter, in doing so she will be able to break the curse in the future and find the love to give me an heir.
(Bounty hunter): let's do it, what will happen to me?
(King of the fairies): nothing, at first you will only have urinary continence problems, which will probably disappear in the future.
(Bounty hunter): I'm a little sorry but I can't help it, where's your daughter?
(Fairy King): send her to call!
(Fairies): yes!
The fairies went to call the fairy princess.
The princess was called Sybille, at this moment she was in her bed and peeing.
~ Pssssssssshhh ~
(Fairies): princess, the king is waiting for you, hurry up!
(Sybille): tell my father I don't want to come!
(Fairies): but princess, there is a human who wants to share the bladder with you.
(Sybille): tell her I'll change and I'll be right there!
(Sybille'mind '): I don't believe it! I can finally have a normal bladder, although I will have to spend time with that human I think it will be worth it!
Sybille was very happy, she never believed that a human came to ask for such a thing, got out of bed, she was a 75-year-old fairy, for a fairy she was a teenager, she was 11 centimeters tall, for a fairy she was slightly short, she had short blue hair and emerald green eyes, she was very beautiful for being a fairy, but she had never had a boy because she had always been teased for her wetting problems, she had a medium-sized bladder, but she could not to restrain the pee, as soon as the bladder had to expand, his muscles release all the urine, wherever Sybille was.
Now she was dressed only in a pair of green panties, which she replaced with a pair of blue panties because the greens were drenched like her bed.
After putting on a short white dress, she flew into her father's room, and saw a huge human woman sitting on the floor, the woman frightens her, but she could not wait to have a greater continence.
Afterwards the king made the ceremony, which lasted until dawn, then the king to honor the pact had the bounty hunter transported to the area where Fredegunde and Chloe were, but the teleportation was approximate and the bounty hunter and the fairy found themselves in the grove near the border town.
(Sybille): then human, what is your name, I am Sybille, a long coexistence awaits us, be kind to me!
The bounty hunter is called Helen, she was 1.88 meters (6.2 ft) tall, had black eyes and brown hair, was a strong woman, good at murder and martial arts, had talent with the bow, with the sword and he knew how to use magic, his parents were killed by demons and now, who had heard of demons in human territory, he wanted to kill them personally, no matter what price.
(Bounty hunter): My name is Helen, I am a bounty hunter daughter of ordinary people, I hope you don't give me too many problems, incontinent princess ...
(Sybille): from today, look that you are too ...
Helen blushed slightly.
(Helen): you're right, but now we don't have time to think about the bladder, I have to find the demons who attacked the building!
But in that moment ...
~ Pssssssssshhh ~
(Sybille): I'm peeing on me ...
(Helen): no!
At Sybille's words, Helen snapped, unhooked her belt and dropped leather pants and white panties and crouched, immediately afterwards, her pussy released the pee that gushed for the same time Sybille got her panties wet.
(Helen'mind '): there was little lack ...
(Helen): warn me when you are going to wet yourself ...
(Sybille): you know I don't notice ...
As they walked Helen rethought the spell for sharing the bladder and its effects and the curse inflicted on Sybille.
Bladder sharing:
After 3 seconds that one of the two loosened the muscles of the bladder, the other would have pissed for the same time and with the same intensity, if one of the two remained, the other would have been able to hold for a while, but this drastically reduced the continence of both for some time, if the two had moved away for a distance greater than 1 km (1100 yd) they would both have become incontinent forever and if one of the two died, the other would have become incontinent forever.
The spell would be broken only with the same ritual and in no other way, the King would repeat the ritual after the daughter had obtained normal continence.
Curse:
A form of complete inability of the muscle to function, the only way to cure was sharing that muscle with a human, fairy and human being had to share the same conditions for more than 5 years, after which, the curse will be broken but the spell could not have been broken for another 5 years, otherwise the curse would have also affected the human being.
End of chapter eight!
World statistics:
average adult fairy (70 years old):
Magic: 20
Strength: 1
Bladder: 5
Bowel: 5
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years old):
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chlothsinda (Chloe):
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 8 (awake) -1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 8 (when awake) 8 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted archmage):
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 4(awake) 4 (sleeping)
Alice (B rank adventuress):
Magic: 0
Strength: 50
Bladder: 5(awake) 5(sleeping)
Bowel: 7(awake) 7(sleeping)
Helen (bounty hunter):
Magic: 35
Strength: 150(basic) 160(high magical boost)
Bladder: 22(awake) 16(sleeping)
Bowel: 20(awake) 14(sleeping)
Sybille (fairy princess):
Magic: 40
Strength: 1(basic) 2(high magical boost)
Bladder: 0(awake) -5(sleeping)
Bowel: 8(awake) 5(sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Sorry for the calligraphy but the whole text is written in my native language (Italian) and has been subsequently translated into English with Google Translate.
The story was written for me so to satisfy my fetishes, don't read it if you don't want, Thanks !
Chapter 9, the first fight:
Fredegunde, Chloe and Alice were in the tub and had been bathing for almost an hour, the water had not cooled down because Fredegunde had used the magic several times to heat it, he was having a lot of fun in the water, releasing the bladder slowly, not to to make it clear that it was getting lighter in the water where the girls were washing, Chloe had to pee too, but she could restrain herself by simply crossing her legs.
Alice instead had to be discouraged, but she didn't want to do it in the water because it would have been too obvious.
(Fredegunde): Alice, so can you make us an adventurer? I wish we would join the guild today, what do you say?
(Alice): for me there is no problem ... I have to inform you that to become an adventurer, you have to pass a test of physical strength and one of destruction magic, I assure you that they are not at all easy to do, both should not I have problems with magic I think ... but physical strength is essential for walking whole days and carrying a bag ...
(Alice'mind '): I can't stand it anymore, I have to get her out ...
~ fluurrrrppt ~
~ bbbllrllrbbt ~
Suddenly there was a sound and bubbles appeared around Alice that burst on the surface.
(Chloe): you ... do you have any chance?
(Alice): I'm sorry ... I couldn't resist ...
(Chloe): hehehe, it doesn't matter, it doesn't bother me.
Alice was blushing, Chloe was grinning and Fredegunde was trying to smell the sclreggia without making it obvious.
Shortly afterwards, three o'clock came out of the tub, Fredegunde gave Chloe her new clothes and put the old ones in her ultra-dimensional warehouse, after which she would masturbate and sniff Chloe's dirty panties.
Meanwhile Fredegunde was using a cleansing and perfuming spell, because he felt guilty for having freed his bladder in the water.
(Chloe): I think it's time to eat something ...
(Alice): let's go to the guild branch in town and eat some fried food at the stalls, I love it!
(Fredegunde): I agree, now let's get dressed.
Fredegunde put on white cotton panties, a blue petticoat, blue stockings, a long dark blue dress with some embroidery suitable for a sorceress and black ankle boots.
Chloe wore pink panties, white pants and a gray shirt with black shoes, in short, ideal clothes for combat, since she wanted to look like a simple warrior.
Alice put on her black lingerie and put on her light armor.
(Fredegunde): are we ready to go?
(Alice): I'm ready, let's hurry that I'm hungry!
(Chloe): I'm ready too.
(Chloe'mind '): I have to go to the bathroom ... I hope there is a normal magic bath in the guild, I don't want to go to a chamber pot ...
The three girls came out of the inn and began to go to the city, while they walked, however, Fredegunde perceived 2 presences that preached her, at first she pretended nothing, but after a while she telepathically communicated the situation to the others without making them scared too much, when they passed in the middle of a darker and narrower path, 2 arrows sanctified at very high speed were fired at the heads of Chloe and Fredegunde, but were easily intercepted by the magic barrier of the archmage and fell to the ground.
Alice and Chloe ancge if they had been warned they jumped out of fear, Chloe also felt a familiar warmth in her panties and a dribble of urine slightly stained her white pants making the pink panties slightly visible for transparency.
A tall, intimidating woman with a fairy on her shoulder showed herself.
(Helen): I seem to have underestimated demons!
(Fredegunde): demons? Will it be the work of the Duchess? Who is this woman? It was too quick to find us!
(Fredegunde): I don't know who you are, but I'm not a demon and neither are my companions, I hope we won't have to fight, if you try to hurt us, I won't refrain from seriously injuring you or killing you!
(Helen): Do you think she's not prepared for demons? You are evil beings who can only tell lies, if you do not try not to be one of them I will not rest until your head is attached to your neck!
A dark glow was released by helen and a nefarious aura could now be felt in the air.
(Fredegunde): Chloe! Alice! Run away, this woman is strong ...
~ psshhh ~
~ pssssssss ~
The murderous intent was frighteningly strong, enough to make Chloe and Alice get slightly wet and they immediately ran towards the city.
As soon as Helen saw that the two women were fleeing, she snapped with her sword drawn in their direction, but Fredegunde threw a thunderbolt that temporarily paralyzed Helen, unfortunately even the little Sybilla was struck and even if she had an almost empty bladder she lost a little urine by moistening her shoulder of the bounty hunter, who as soon as she noticed it immediately put a hand between her legs, but unfortunately she could not hold back and a jet of 2 seconds wet her panties.
Fredegunde who saw Helen's expression and her hand smiled broadly.
(Fredegunde): Looks like someone is about to have an accident!
Helen blushed slightly and felt even more hatred of Fredegunde.
(Helen'mind '): fuck this stupid fairy!
(Sybille): I'm sorry, that lightning made me totally lose ...
(Helen): princess doesn't matter, but now get off my shoulder and wait for me to finish the fight safely on a tree, demon! Now I'll let you experience what fear is!
Helen rushed towards Fredegunde, and with her sword she cut horizontally, also cutting down 2 trees, however Fredegunde had managed to dodge and move up thanks to the magic of flight.
But Helen wasted no time, jumped up and with a swing cut Fredegunde's long skirt in half with her legs open at the time and exposing her blue panties, Fredegunde was not injured but a terror made her shiver down her spine and released a good part of the now full bladder and some slightly wet fart, the urine also splashed in the face of Helen who had now landed and had a beautiful view of Fredegunde's panties.
~ ppsshhrt ~
~ pssssssssshhh ~
~ rrrllbt ~
~ splash ~
(Helen): fuck you demon! Bitch! Don't piss in my face, you're disgusting!
Fredegunde blushed slightly but was too scared to think about her accidents.
(Fredegunde'mind '): this woman has a lot more fighting experience than me!
Fredegunde did not have much experience of fighting against other people but Helen had had many fights and risking her life, she had developed many strategies against wizards and knew how to deal with them.
(Helen): a demon rarely gets wet ... do you happen to have any disease? Or are you just a little girl?
Fredegunde blushed
(Fredegunde): I'm not a demon! And I have no disease, I got wet because you almost killed me!
Fredegunde was now flying in the air higher than the trees and not remembering that Helen was also an arch-archer
(Helen'mind '): I must take her by surprise!
Helen threw a fireball, but Fredegunde was not frightened in the least given the little power that the sphere emanated, then she raised a simple magic barrier, Helen then with a lightning movement pulled out the bow and fired dozens of sanctified arrows on the barrier of Fredegunde, Fredegunde was taken by surprise, an arrow passed through the barrier and hit her on the shoulder, in surprise and pain Fredegunde released the rest of the bladder warming the panties that dripped on the ground, Fredegunde immediately began to further strengthen the barrier and heal his shoulder, but suddenly Helen threw a smoke bomb, took some knives and started throwing them at the position of Fredegunde, the knives were stopped by the barrier, then a disproportionate amount of arrows began to hit the barrier of Fredegunde, who cast a spell to sweep away the smoke, but Helen was no longer there, she had jumped over the top of the trees ancge thanks to the magic and now yes he was higher than the archmage, swooping down on her with his sword drawn and ready to kill, Fredegunde didn't realize it until he saw the sword one step away from his face.
(Helen'mind '): I won!
Fredegunde stopped time and moved quickly with the magic of flight.
Helen kept moving for less than a second and then stopped in midair, thanks to her great physical abilities she could understand that she was in a state of inability to move but did not understand well what was happening around her.
~ Frrrtt ~
~ Flrrrt ~
~ Pruush ~
~ Pfffftt ~
~ Pssssssssshhh ~
Due to the fear and the effects of the blockage of time Fredegunde released her bowels and bladder, she had ruined a new pair of panties but she didn't care much, and since she was now more peaceful but still full of adrenaline, thinking about the small loss of the woman who she had almost killed her and even with the sagging load that was dripping from her panties, she got very excited, she didn't like it very much when she was messing on her, but this time she didn't care.
Fredegunde took off his underpants and emptied them thoroughly, then cleaned them, dried them and perfumed them, they were still visibly dirty but the smell could not be felt and then inserted them in the ultra-dimensional warehouse.
Then an idea came to her, she brought herself back to earth and the bounty hunter, with a powerful magic, made Helen fall asleep and later made the passage of time go, put Helen lying down, put on the magic panties nicknamed cursed panties she had bought in the morning at a stall for 2 gold coins and now he wanted to test them, he put them on and a grin crept into her face, immediately understood how to use them, went to the woman and touched her, then completely released the urine in her bladder, but she did not feel any sensation of humidity on her pussy, instead after a few seconds Helen lost control, getting wet, you could feel the flow of the pee while a huge puddle of urine was forming around her lower back, it almost reached her head because the ground Once saturated, he was unable to absorb Helen's bladder.
Helen's bladder was filled by Fredegunde's bladder thanks to the effect of the cursed panties probably created by some pervert, the panties did not simply empty the bladder and the bowels of one person to another, but multiplied the amount of pee 10 times the original one and of poop or gas 3 times the initial one, as contraindications they had only that if physical contact between the two people was lost while emptying one or both ends of the one who wore the cursed panties, this would have become incontinent for at least a week and even afterwards he would have permanently had a very weak bladder or bowel (depending on the type of release stopped), however Fredegunde was unaware of this.
(Fredegunde'mind '): only 2 gold coins ... this item is worth a fortune ...
After Fredegunde went to the bounty hunter, removed her urine-smelling armor, took off her pants and showed off her panties, had the gusset completely wet for the accident before, Fredegunde got excited and started to smell the Helen's urine, then grabbed the bounty hunter's wet panties and with all her might gave her a good shot, then she realized the situation and that what she was doing would not prevent the bounty hunter from killing her, then she decided to overwrite her memories of the last few hours, making her believe she killed Princess Chloe and the archmage Fredegunde after a hard fight.
Then Fredegunde cast destruction spells in the area around to make Helen's false memories credible and eventually the archmage left leaving Helen half naked in her urine, forgetting the presence of the fairy there.
As she walked, Fredegunde felt a little guilty, because she believed that the bounty hunter was a strong and not evil warrior and that therefore he had given her an unworthy treatment, but when she thought that she wanted to kill Chloe and herself, she decided that if he deserved it and that next time he would ascertain whether or not the attacker was a demon.
(Fredegunde'mind '): there was little lack ... I underestimated her, she was very good in the fight, I hope that next time she won't have to resort to the time block ...
Meanwhile Sybille who had seen everything, tried to wake Helen but in vain, she wasn't very nice, but she didn't want to let her sleep in that state, she also had the impression that she would pee and did not want Helen to scold her again, but unfortunately the Fredegunde's magic was too strong to be canceled by Sybille's and therefore the fairy surrendered and decided to lie down on a branch while waiting for her partner to awaken.
Fredegunde joined Chloe and Alice at the entrance to the city, both of them wearing wet trousers, they must have been very scared of the bounty hunter.
(Fredegunde): girls, we don't have time to eat, sorry but now we have to become an adventurer and travel to another city, we can't stay long, Alice! I ask you to help us for now and then if you want you can separate from us, I don't want to force you to stay in your group .... after all that bounty hunter is looking for us and not you!
(Alice): I want to stay with you, you are now my friends!
(Chloe): You don't have to do it! ... although I think I would be happy to stay by your side ...
Chloe and Alice blush
(Fredegunde): okay now let's go!
(Alice and Chloe): yes!
(Chloe): How did you get away from that scary woman anyway?
(Alice): what did he want from you anyway?
Fredegunde, who was now expecting this question, was about to tell a false version of their story, but Chloe spoke first.
(Chloe): I think if we stay by Alice's side, we'll have to tell her the truth!
(Fredegunde): I think ... okay, if you're sure about this ... I think we can trust her ...
Fredegunde and Chloe told what had happened in the past two days and Fredegunde explained how he had defeated Helen, omitting how he had fun with her.
(Alice): what happened to you is terrible ... I promise not to talk about it with anyone ... and wow, I was sure you were powerful but I couldn't imagine that you were the archmage and that I could teleport you, you are fantastic! And you Chloe ... sorry if I made fun of you first, I didn't know anything about what you went through and I didn't know you were the heir to the throne ...
(Fredegunde): thank you but I don't deserve your praise, I only acted for myself, Chloe is the only person I have left ...
(Chloe): the same for me ... I lied to you initially ... sorry ... and then ... don't call me princess or anything else, call me Chloe, we are adventure companions now!
(Alice): girls, thank you for trusting me, now let's do this test, I wait without being able to join the group!
(Fredegunde): ok let's go!
End of the ninth chapter.
Chapter 10: the exam:
As they reached the branch of the adventurers guild, Fredegunde gave cookies and dried meat to the others because they were hungry and then covered their wet pants with the magic of illusion, the skirt of Fredegunde's robe was cut in half, but she did not change , she was excited to walk in that condition, after the last events her shyness had almost vanished, she still wore the cursed panties and could not wait to find some unpleasant woman to embarrass.
(Alice): Here we are, we are in front of the guild building.
(Fredegunde): let's go inside.
The guild of this small town adopted the classic guild building scheme from around the world, was made up of 5 floors, 3 of them raised:
at the first there was the reception, the walls with the missions and the assignments that the adventurers could choose, there was a small shop with basic equipment and a room with sofas and tables, sitting at the tables there were always adventurers at talk or discuss assignments.
On the second floor there were the rooms intended for the upper class adventurers and on the third floor there was the office of the guild master and the interview room, which was rarely used.
And then there were the 2 underground floors:
On the first underground floor there was the interrogation room and the prison of the adventurers guild, on the second underground floor there was the guild deposit, with inside it magical objects, weapons and armor left by the adventurers or stolen from the criminals, these things were needed only in emergencies, finally there was the vault, intended for adventurers who preferred to keep their money safe by paying a simple fee, the vault was a deposit with a large amount of money, usually more than a thousand gold coins, the adventurers who had deposited their money could withdraw them thanks to their membership cards to the guild and in case of loss with a magical verification of their identity.
To enter, a two-door wooden door had to be entered, the first to enter was Alice, followed by Chloe and Fredegunde, as soon as all the adventurers entered, they observed the girls, commenting on their appearance, what they could be and speculating on the reason of their entry, Alice was accustomed to this behavior but Chloe and Fredegunde were not ready to receive all the looks and therefore they felt very anxious and upset, they went on looking at Alice's back.
(Alice): come on!
(Fredegunde and Chloe): yes!
(Adventurer): who are these people?
(Adventurer): probably aspired members ...
(Adventurer): in this case they happen badly ... today there is that person ...
(Adventurer): you mean the guild master?
(Adventurer): yes ... because of her I had to postpone my exam, it's too severe ...
(Adventurer): do you think they are beginners?
(Adventurer): I think so ...
(Adventurer): look at those girls, they are too young ... they look like two warriors, one seems novice but the other gives the idea of an expert ...
(Adventurer): you're right, looking at her well she seems strong, maybe even more than you!
(Adventurer): jokes right? She is only a child ... look at the third one instead, she has a small body and is short in stature, she doesn't have a stick but she is probably a sorceress ... but why does she have her skirt cut in that way?
(Adventurer): now that you point it out it's strange, will he have fought before coming here?
The girls walked to the reception
(Receptionist): hi, how can I assist you?
(Alice): hello, my friends wanted to try the admission test.
(Receptionist): ehmmm, do you know that today there is that person to perform the practical test of strength and attack magic?
(Alice): Really! Maybe it would be better to try tomorrow ... no we don't have time ... anyway I don't think we'll have problems, my friends are strong.
(Receptionist): okay, at your own risk, sit at that table, I will send you to call as soon as the test is ready.
(Alice): come girls, let's sit there.
(Fredegunde and Chloe): ok.
(Fredegunde): How long do you think it will take?
(Chloe): don't be in a hurry, big sister, after all you defeated that woman and her fairy and then erased her memory right?
(Fredegunde): yes you're right but I'm anxious anyway ... wait what did you say?
(Alice): she said that you have defeated that frightening woman and her fairy and that therefore we can be calm for now.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I completely forgot about that fairy!
(Fredegunde): girls, sorry but I think I made a mistake, I did nothing against the fairy, she disappeared and did not take part in the battle and therefore I completely forgot her, the sleep spell lasts a whole day but against that woman it could last less, maybe even half, we must leave the city quickly ...
(Chloe): big sister don't apologize, I too had forgotten about it until recently, also I believe that if that woman were to hang up on you you would definitely defeat her!
(Alice): Chloe is right, after all you are the archimage!
(Fredegunde): don't shout, we must preserve our identities!
(Alice): you're right, sorry!
(Chloe): while we wait can you give me some water sister?
(Fredegunde): ok!
Fredegunde took a glass from the ultra-dimensional warehouse, filled it with water with magic and handed it to Chloe.
(Chloe): thank you, I was thirsty.
(Alice'mind '): seeing Chloe drinking makes me feel slightly the need to go to the bathroom ... I also feel a little gas in the bowels, maybe I should release a little to ease the pressure ...
Alice wanted to pass the wind but was not sure, in the end she rejected the idea, she could have found a place suited to the act but the guild bathroom had a long tail since it was one of the few bathrooms in the city and she could not go to the outside because shortly thereafter her friends would be called and she wanted to assist them.
About ten minutes passed and the receptionist came to call the girls.
(Receptionist): the guild master is waiting for you in the courtyard!
(Alice): come on!
(Fredegunde and Chloe): yes!
~ pooft ~
As soon as they got up Alice farted accidentally and blushed slightly.
Fredegunde who noticed it smiled maliciously but said nothing.
(Alice): girls I have to warn you that the guild master is a severe woman, she will probably do everything to put you in difficulty, she was also my examiner and I finished the test with a lower score because ... because I got wet trousers...
Alice blushed slightly thinking about how she got wet, initially she didn't have to go but a few seconds later she was bursting, while sparring with the guild master, she probably realized that Alice had to go and hit her right in the bladder, causing her release.
Fredegunde smiled at the mention of Alice's accident, while Chloe was sorry for her friend.
(Chloe): poor Alice, I guess they made fun of you later ...
(Alice): no, nobody has seen me except the guild master.
The girls arrive in the courtyard, there were 2 free chairs and one occupied where the guild master sat.
The guild master was a woman who instilled fear and respect at first sight, she was probably twenty-five years old, had silvery hair and golden right eye, now she wore a black jacket and a short skirt, pantyhose and a pair of black boots, had a bandage on the left eye and two scars on the face, he had his legs crossed so that if you looked closely you could see the panties, Fredegunde noticed them and thought they looked similar to his damn panties, he thought it was a confidence.
(Guild master): good afternoon to all of you and best wishes for the exam, I am the guild master, but if you attract me in any way during the test I will allow you to call me Margaret, hello my little Alice, sorry but I would like to be alone with the likely new recruits.
(Alice): I'm going, see you later girls!
Alice blessed herself for her luck and ran to line up for the guild bathroom.
(Margaret): the first test is a test on your physical form, it is used to see if you are ready to carry loads during your travels and also to see if you can lift a companion in case of his injury or danger, so you just have to lift this backpack, easy isn't it?
The guild master took a backpack near her with her little finger and twirled it in the air and put it on the ground.
(Fredegunde'mind '): that backpack looks enchanted with a heaviness spell, I think I won't be able to lift it if I don't use magic ...
(Chloe): is it filled with weights? It looks light enough ...
(Margaret): who knows, why don't you try to lift it, you'll be the first, what's your name as a girl?
(Chloe): my name is Chloe, I hope to pass the exam and become an adventurer, also in the future I aspire to become a paladin!
(Margaret): oh, I'm glad you have clear ideas, I've known many champions in my life, and one of them had a monstrous strength, it's a pleasure to meet you Chloe.
Margaret gave her hand to Chloe, Chloe took it and at that moment, after the guild master smiled, Chloe instantly crossed her legs, she had felt her bladder filling up quickly and for this reason she felt the urge to stop, but she still didn't have to go bad.
(Margaret): oh poor girl, you have to go right? I'm sure you will finish the exam in time, now show me your strength and lift your backpack.
(Chloe'mind '): my need has suddenly increased, just like Alice said, will it simply be anxiety?
(Fredegunde'mind '): I wonder if this woman is not wearing just what I am wearing at the moment, it is interesting ... maybe she also bought them at a stall, or maybe she was the one who created them ... who knows how long you have had fun, I remember Alice said she had a sudden urge to pee, how I envy this woman!
It could also be a coincidence, after all Chloe drank while waiting to take the exam ...
Meanwhile Chloe had grabbed the handle of the backpack and lifted it with effort.
(Margaret): congratulations! It seems that you have passed the minimum requirements to become an adventurer, do you want to try lifting more weight?
(Chloe): no I think it's my current limit, I think I'll do better in the magic test
(Margaret): Okay, so come here and fire a destruction spell on that target.
Margaret pointed to a human-sized straw and terracotta puppet.
Chloe got into position ready to cast the spell, but before shooting the magic, she had to stop for a moment and cross her legs to hold back.
Margaret smiled again.
(Margaret'mind '): I thought she would get wet already ... she has a harder than expected bladder, it's exciting ...
(Margaret): courage let me see what you are capable of, shoot!
(Chloe) yes!
Chloe concentrated the magic power and threw a simple dart of fire, the very fast dart hit the puppet instantly, once hit, the puppet exploded and the dart continued its run up to the courtyard wall, where it burst igniting the lawn and leaving a mark of explosion on the wall.
Fredegunde was surprised, she knew that Chloe was strong but did not believe enough to draw such power from a basic magic.
(Fredegunde): you were very good Chloe!
(Chloe): thank you sister!
Margaret, on the other hand, was very amazed, she didn't expect a basic spell to be cast and when she saw it she started thinking that Chloe was weak with the magic contrary to what she had said, but when she saw the damage caused by a simple basic spell she started to sweating, she was slightly scared, but also worried to see that in the future that little girl would overcome her, obviously she did not know that Chloe was already more powerful then her, unfortunately however Chloe did not know the spells to prove this.
(Margaret): really good, I don't ask you for anything else, as a magical power you are beyond class B, you don't need to ask further questions or fight directly against you, now let's examine your friend and then I will personally recommend you as a person very talented and I will put you in class B!
(Chloe): thanks!
Chloe discreetly put her hand between her legs and sat down next to Fredegunde, then went to her ear and whispered:
(Chloe): sister quickly passes the exam that I really have to go to the bathroom!
Fredegunde got slowly excited, but then pulled herself together and thought that she didn't want Chloe to humiliate herself in public.
(Fredegunde): ok leave it to me, I'll end up in a flash!
Fredegunde decided to use the high level physical enhancement on herself, to do this she had to load the magic for about 10 seconds, she wanted to pass the practical test with flying colors.
(Margaret): you seem sure of yourself, arrogance won't take you far ... you look like a fragile sorceress, sure to be able to lift this backpack?
(Fredegunde): oh you don't have to worry, make your backpack as heavy as you want, I assure you that I won't have any problems lifting it!
Margaret felt slightly offended, now she wanted to teach the sorceress a lesson, she wanted to make her wet or dirty herself, but first she wanted to show that she didn't have to joke with the guild master.
(Margaret'mind '): she feels confident with her physical enhancement, which is naive!
Margaret used gravity manipulation to make the backpack more than a hundred times heavier.
(Margaret): Let's see what you're capable of!
Fredegunde grabbed the backpack and lifted it without the slightest effort, his feet faced the ground slightly, then the archmage used gravity control as the guild leader had done before, then he twirled the backpack as she did at the beginning and at the end he threw it into the air so high that it was no longer visible to the naked eye and after less than ten seconds of loading, he launched one of the strongest destructive spells he knew, the elemental ray, as the element he chose fire, suddenly a column of fire appeared in the sky, it was probably visible miles away.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I probably exaggerated ...
(Fredegunde): I apologize but I wanted to pass the test quickly, then? I finished?
(Chloe): wow sister ... one day you have to teach me that magic ...
Margaret was now upset, wondering who these people were brought to her by little Alice, now she really wanted to do something bad, she wanted to humiliate at least the sorceress who had destroyed her prejudices.
(Margaret): Well I think you are much above class A, I think that even with you I need to fight, congratulations, here the hand.
Margaret held out her hand to Fredegunde ready to have her in a wet and messy accident.
Fredegunde also understood previously the intentions of the guild master and wanted to find out what would have happened if both had emptied their bladder into the other's bladder by multiplying the urine ten times,thanks to the cursed panties.
The two shook hands and nothing happened, both tried to release both ends but nothing happened, they pushed harder but nothing happened, after about 2 minutes of handshake Chloe interrupted them.
(Chloe): er, you could stop doing ... whatever you're doing ... I have to go to the bathroom badly badly!
(Fredegunde and Margaret): silence please!
(Chloe): come on I'm going to lose!
Chloe felt a splash of urine dip her panties and make a small patch on the white pants, then she lost her temper and went to try to separate the two by force.
(Fredegunde and Margaret): noooo!
Both suddenly stopped the release but poor Chloe had received at least a second full release of 2 women.
Suddenly Chloe slumped to the ground and ...
~ pfffffflrrrrrch ~
~ pssssssssshhh ~
~ prrooorlt ~
~ pisssssss ~
Chloe started crying, she had felt pain in her bladder never before and was now on the ground with her panties and pants completely dirty and soaked.
Both Fredegunde and Margaret felt terribly guilty and took care of helping Chloe clean up and promising that they would never talk about what had happened to her.
While Chloe was cleaning and changing herself, Fredegunde and Meredith talked and the topic of cursed panties also came up, later the two made a great friendship given their common interests.
To Chloe, the two said that they were both casting a spell that would humiliate them and that however it had continuously canceled since they both used it until they received the touch of Chloe and did not mention the cursed panties.
After about half an hour, the guild master, Fredegunde and Chloe re-entered the guild, Alice who had arrived in the bathroom in time was waiting for them, to apologize the guild master assigned in addition to Fredegunde, Chloe also a place in class A, adventurers of all the guild looked at the girls with looks of envy, but they didn't dare go against the decisions of the guild master.
(Margaret): I understand that you are in a hurry, I advise you to go east, there should be a village where strong adventurers are needed, it is an ideal place both to earn money and train in combat.
(Fredegunde): I think we will follow your advice, now let's talk that the sun is going to set, we should be entitled to some equipment to sleep outdoors right?
(Margaret): certainly.
Fredegunde put the items in the ultra-dimensional warehouse.
(Margaret): I wish you a good trip!
(Chloe): Thanks, never use that spell on anyone again!
(Alice): goodbye guild master.
(Fredegunde): Hi hello, I hope that one day we will meet again!
(Margaret): of course we will meet again, greetings and good trip!
(Chloe + Alice + Fredegunde): Goodbye!
The girls left the city.
Meanwhile in the woods Helen had not yet woken up and Sibille had made her wet several times in her sleep.
end of the tenth chapter!
this time I separated a chapter in two to get to chapter 10 and then to the second "volume" sensibly
World statistics:
average adult fairy (70 years old):
Magic: 20
Strength: 1
Bladder: 5
Bowel: 5
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years old):
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Chloe (Chlothsinda, A rank adventuress):
Magic: 200
Strength: 15 (basic) 70 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 8 (awake) 0 (sleeping)
Bowel: 8 (when awake) 8 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted A rank adventuress):
Magic: 320
Strength: 5(basic) 140 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 10(awake) 1(sleeping)
Bowel: 4(awake) 4 (sleeping)
Alice (B rank adventuress):
Magic: 0
Strength: 50
Bladder: 5(awake) 5(sleeping)
Bowel: 7(awake) 7(sleeping)
Helen (bounty hunter):
Magic: 35
Strength: 150(basic) 160(high magical boost)
Bladder: 22(awake) 16(sleeping)
Bowel: 20(awake) 14(sleeping)
Sybille (fairy princess):
Magic: 40
Strength: 1(basic) 2(high magical boost)
Bladder: 1(awake) -4(sleeping)
Bowel: 8(awake) 5(sleeping)
Margaret (Guild master,creator of the cursed panties)
Magic: 160
Strength: 100(basic) 120(high magical boost)
Bladder: 8(awake) 3(sleeping)
Bowel: 6(awake) 7(sleeping)
Statistical info:
if the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
if the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
strength (basic) means without magic upgrade!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks! |
Sorry for the wait!
Translated with Google Translate from Italian, enjoy the reading!
Volume 2 chapter 1, the wood elf:
Fredegunde, Chloe and Alice had left the town and were now heading east towards a village where they could earn money and train, they were on the paved path used by the carriages, it was going to be night but Alice continued to insist on going ahead on the pathway.
(Alice): girls, we keep walking, we have nothing to fear, the path is a safe area, I know the way because I have done it several times by solar and now I have 2 class A wizards with me, nothing can stop us .
(Chloe): I'm hungry!
(Fredegunde): I too am starting to get hungry, after all it is dinner time, I have the spare rations and the necessary to make one in the camp so it is useless to continue further!
(Alice): okay, but I thought you would be able to take a few more steps, if you want to camp, not on the road, it is made for those who, unlike you, want to go on.
(Fredegunde): where do you want to camp then?
(Alice): we will camp at least 100 meters (328 ft) away from the road!
(Chloe): why so far away? There is no point in going so far! We will only be subject to enemy attacks!
(Alice): well I want to be alone in the woods when I have to pee and I don't want to get too far from the tent, so either use some magic to make a bathroom appear or you go to the woods!
Alice looked at Fredegunde with sweet eyes hoping that she would take a bath to lighten up.
(Fredegunde): I'm not going to please a capricious little girl, however I also want my privacy and therefore I agree on going to the woods to pitch the tent.
In reality Fredegunde wanted to masturbate thinking about all the accidents she had witnessed, she was excited and she wanted to release the stress at all costs.
Chloe was the only one who wanted to stay near the road, it was her first night in the open and she was very afraid of the creatures she had read were in the woods, especially of demons and werewolves, obviously even insects terrified her.
(Chloe): So we camp in the woods?
(Fredegunde + Alice): yes!
(Chloe): ... okay ...
(Alice): are you afraid baby Chloe? Don't worry I'll protect you!
(Chloe): Thanks Alice but I'll be fine.
The girls left the road and continued until a strange red symbol painted on a tree, ignored it and passed on, after a while they stopped and finally camped.
With the help of Fredegunde and his magic and with Alice's knowledge, in a short time they had set up the tent, lit the fire and arranged the trunks to sit around it, began to eat, drink and chat happily.
(Alice): So does Chloe wet the bed often?
(Fredegunde): from what he told me it would seem so ...
Chloe blushed intensely
(Chloe): big sister, you too wet the bed and you ...
Chloe stopped before further embarrassing Fredegunde.
(Fredegunde): It only happened because I had to drink a lot of potions to save you!
Fredegunde lied.
(Chloe): you're right sorry ...
(Alice): I don't believe it, did you really wet the bed? hahahahahaha and you should be an adult sorceress ahahahahaha ... sorry ...
Alice could not help laughing at the image of the archimage who was bathing herself but then she realized that she was exaggerating and gave herself a demeanor, to then realize a wet sensation around her pussy, she had lost a direct click in the her panties, nobody could notice, however Alice felt embarrassed and blushed accordingly.
(Fredegunde): Are you kidding me? Just you who peed in the tub where we bathed and who passed the gas in the guild of adventurers
Alice blushed again.
(Alice): Chloe allowed me and anyway how do you know? When I made it you were not present ...
(Fredegunde): Well after all I'm a sorceress, and I won't reveal my tricks to a little girl!
(Fredegunde'mind '): I was actually simply invisible at the time.
(Chloe): okay girls, just talk about accidents, I don't want to think about it today!
(Fredegunde + Alice) ok ...
After talking about other topics, the girls started to feel cold and then they went to the tent, undressed remaining alone in underwear and entered the sleeping bags, as soon as she felt the sensation of softness around herself, Chloe fell asleep.
(Alice): then which of us will be on guard first?
(Fredegunde): I'll take care of it, don't worry.
(Alice): ok but when you are sleepy wake up that I will take your place.
(Fredegunde): okay, goodnight!
After a few minutes Alice fell asleep.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I can finally have fun!
Fredegunde immediately launched the magic of sleep on Alice and Chloe, checking the temperature he wrapped himself with a blanket of heated air, put on his clothes and then came out of the tent and created a strong magic barrier that would keep out almost any being, also if the barrier was hit, Fredegunde would have known and could have stopped what he was doing to go back.
After making the necessary preparations, Fredegunde used the magic of flight and went to find a place to touch herself full of pleasure without anyone seeing or hearing her.
After almost half an hour she found a cliff that she liked, dissolved the flying magic, stripped naked also removing the cursed panties and then took a pair of Chloe's heavily yellowed panties, initially she began to rub herself thinking about the accidents and sniffing the panties of Chloe then decided to insert the panties into her femininity which, being wet with a sweet sticky liquid, in turn moistened the panties.
The archmage began to pinch her clitoris moaning in pure excitement, eventually forced her bladder to empty completely, further drenching Chloe's dirty panties, at that moment she felt that she was about to come, she wanted to enjoy her orgasm to the maximum and then I begin to rub her throbbing pussy violently with her urine-soaked panties, when she reached the climax she thought she was at the peak of pleasure and burst directly into Chloe's panties releasing even a small fart now being completely relaxed.
~ frrrrt ~
After about 3 minutes Fredegunde recovered, his forehead was sweaty and still breathing heavily, it was certainly one of his best orgasms, he decided however that he still had not enough and then after a while he started masturbating again.
Meanwhile, near the camp ...
(Elf of the woods'mind '): who is who entered my territory without my permission? Anyone who has been deserves punishment, however the magic barrier they made is really strong, if I were not a genius in the creation of potions I could never break it, even with my strongest potions I can only scratch it slowly, probably if I only touch it , I will trigger some alarms, I have to prepare a top-level potion and destroy the barrier with one shot and without anyone noticing, after all if someone makes a barrier so thick, I don't think he is worried about any attacks ...
Adallinda he was an elf of the woods, he was 80 years old which for an elf meant having just come of age, light blue eyes and amber hair, he always wore green clothes, panties, skirt, socks, sweater and shoes, green was his favorite color, for her choice lived alone in the woods terrifying adventurers thanks to her ability to compose potions, she was really good, she didn't trust anyone, especially the humans who hated more than demons because they had destroyed and burned her village, killing her father and imprisoning her mother, she preferred demons to humans but did not kill them for this, she was a good-hearted alpha even if she liked to believe otherwise.
While Fredegunde continues his masturbation sessions, the elf had prepared the potion, used very rare ingredients to make it and probably will never find similar rarity again, but the price of his honor to defend the territory was higher than that of some very rare ingredients he hoped at least to steal from invaders of valuables.
The wood elf spilled the potion right on the barrier, which disappeared instantly.
(Adallinda'mind '): well, I have to be careful not to wake anyone up.
The elf arrived near the tent where the girls slept deeply, the elf in order to avoid waking up anyone who was in the tent, decided to overthrow an ampoule of sleeping pill capable of sleeping a mountain troll for at least half a day and after 5 minutes she put on a mask so as not to breathe the sleeping pill and entered the tent, Alice and Chloe slept with their mouths open in their sleeping bags.
(Adallinda'mind ') how is it possible ... there are only human girls ... they could not have made that barrier for them, it is certainly a trap, even if these two seem defenseless currently and also I see an empty sleeping bag ... with whom are these two girls traveling ...
I think I should have some fun with them so maybe next time they won't stop to sleep in my area.
The wood elf approached Alice, took a dangerous looking bottle with [little fun use, too much deadly use] written on it, then opened the cap, taking care not to inhale even a little of that thing, then put it under the Alice's nose and waited.
In her dreams Alice was stocking up on a wealthy merchant but suddenly they were attacked by bandits, Alice was fighting when suddenly she felt a sudden urge to pee, so she decided to get serious and knock out all the bandits faster that he could, and in the end, after the merchant's thanks, he apologized for the bathroom, couldn't stand it any longer, crouched, lifted his skirt, put his panties aside and released all the urine he had inside while making a satisfied face.
Even in the real world Alice made an expression of total bliss and a hissing sound that could be heard, seemed to come from her sleeping bag.
~ hisssssssssssssss ~
(Adallinda'mind '): good girl! It was faster than expected, now it's up to the other.
But while Adallinda with a grin on her face approached little Chloe ...
~ pssssssssshhh ~
~ hissssssssssssssssssssss ~
Even Chloe had emptied her bladder because of the dream, but she was having a nightmare in fact unlike Alice she had a suffering face.
(Adallinda'mind '): here someone had to go really ... unexpected ... but ok, I think I enjoyed it enough, I don't want to go any further, I'm just little girls ...
Maybe the third one is the leader of the group, maybe it's her fault that these little girls are alone in my territory, I think this person deserves a lesson!
Adallinda snickers, first decided to leave a surprise to the person who would enter the third sleeping bag, undressed completely and went naked into the sleeping bag, once inside she released her bladder.
~ hissssssssss ~
It didn't have to go so the flow didn't last long, but just long enough to leave a nice wet spot on Fredegunde's sleeping bag.
Satisfied Adallinda went out, dried herself with the soft pillow of the sleeping bag and satisfied left the tent, she would have liked to see the reaction of whoever was the owner of the sleeping bag and also of the girls the next morning, but she was afraid of who had thrown a similar barrier and then ran away to his house in the trunk of a large tree, he wanted to wake up early the next morning to go and see the face of his third invader.
Fredegunde after coming for the sixth time was tired and wanted to go back to the tent and sleep, got rid of Chloe's unrecoverable panties hoping that she wouldn't remember, cleaned herself with the cleaning spell and got dressed, returned to flight at camp and did not even realize that his barrier was gone, entered the tent smelled a strong smell of urine, thought that Chloe had an accident and got a little excited but was too sleepy, he went into his sack to fur with all the long dress with the skirt still cut in half and without panties, did not notice the joke of the alpha and fell asleep instantly as soon as he rested his head on the pillow.
At dawn the elf woke up, had to pee, went outside, took off his green underpants and released his bladder, then changed his clothes, putting on a green blouse, green panties, green skirt, green socks, then went sneaking at the girls' camp, curious to see their reaction but when he got there he saw a bear next to the tent, he didn't want to help humans but he felt guilty for using the sleeping pill, then he took an ampoule and prepared to throw it, but before he could throw it lightning struck the bear that fell to the ground charred.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it's strange ... I thought I had created a barrier ... I don't think this hour managed to break it, then if it hit it I would have noticed ... what a mystery .. . well, luckily it was only a bear!
I got wet while I was sleeping ... I have to change before the girls wake up.
Fredegunde came out of the tent still with her yesterday's dress, undressed completely showing that she didn't have panties on, then took a dress like the one she had before from the ultra-dimensional warehouse, only purple and a little more elaborate and some linen intimate purple put the old clothes in the warehouse, took the sleeping bag from the tent and put it to dry on a tree next to it, did not use magic because he believed he was too dependent on it.
(Adallinda'mind '): that is the third person therefore, the lightning that launched was quite powerful, certain that his clothes were really soaked ... I think that in addition to my little joke she pissed on herself also, hehehe who knows what kind of people they are, they are all women, will they be merchants?
That woman used a filing spell which if I'm not mistaken is very advanced magic ...
Fredegunde had sat on a log and was drinking water while eating a cream biscuit bought the day before, only thinking back to the day before she blushed deeply.
After eating he recreated the barrier just for safety and went back to the tent deciding to try to sleep a little more since he was sleepy.
The elf saw Fredegunde cast a spell but did not understand what she did so she remained quiet and went back to waiting for the other girls to come out because she wanted to see the effects of her trick, but the girls had received over the Fredegunde spell also her potion of sleep and therefore slept soundly.
(Adallinda'mind '): almost an hour has passed, these humans are just sleepyheads ... I got tired of waiting, I will go back to my house, I hope they will leave my broken territory!
Adallinda took a few steps before colliding against the Fredegunde flag, it was like hitting a wall.
(Adallinda): it hurts!
(Adallinda'mind '): I don't believe it, that spell was another magic barrier ... now as I do, I'm stuck and I can't break it in one fell swoop, if breaking it slowly the human would probably notice it. .. I have no other choice, I can't allow myself to be trapped in my own territory!
Adallinda took more ampoules and emptied them on the magic barrier, unfortunately it did not have the effect she hoped for, the barrier did not dissipate as easily as the first time.
(Adallinda'mind '): damned sorceress! Now how can I do? Well there is no evidence that it was I who made those girls wet, I just have to say I was trapped in here by mistake ... but how annoying, it is humiliating that she was locked up in my own territory ... I should take revenge!
Adallinda went to the girls' tent again, threw again a vial of sleeping liquid and then went inside.
(Fredegunde): who are you and what do you think you're doing?
~ brrr ~
Fredegunde as soon as he saw the sleeping vial crashing at the entrance of the tent he promptly sealed it in an air bubble, preventing the sleeping pill from taking effect.
At Fredegunde's words, the elf was frightened and released a fart not expecting anyone to stop his stealth attack.
(Adallinda'mind '): it didn't take, I was discovered!
Without saying a word, Adallinda ran away.
(Fredegunde): where do you think you're going?
Fredegunde used a spell to sprout vines from the ground that bound the elf, Adallinda was trying to take vials from the bag but the vines held her still.
(Adallinda): set me free! This is my territory, free me otherwise you will pay me!
(Fredegunde): I don't care! You can't enter our tent and throw strange potions!
Explain to me what you thought you were doing and after you have calmed down maybe I will free you!
(Adallinda): I don't owe you any explanation, free me immediately human!
(Fredegunde): do I have to investigate with magic? I assure you that if I see that you had bad intentions you will not get away easily!
(Adallinda'mind '): it's bad, if she finds out that I wanted to poop her and if she also finds out my joke tonight she could hurt me, she is a powerful sorceress I have no hope of running away, I don't have to let her discover anything!
(Adallinda): okay, I'll confess! Don't get into my head please!
(Fredegunde): so we reason, then tell me why you threw that potion and what you wanted to do.
Fredegunde had the vines withdrawn, freeing Adallinda.
(Adallinda): my name is Adallinda and this is my territory, it is written everywhere, there are elven runes on every tree.
I just wanted to fall asleep and make you have a bad dream to make you go away, I wasn't going to hurt you, moreover you locked me in this magic barrier!
They had never humiliated me in this way ... an elf of the woods closed in a magical barrier made by strangers within its territory ... recognize your faults!
Also how can you leave little girls alone in a tent at night!
(Fredegunde): how did you say?
(Adallinda'mind '): heck, I cheated on myself!
(Fredegunde): So you broke my barrier tonight? And also without realizing it ... you're dangerous!
Fredegunde rewound Adallinda's body with lianas
(Fredegunde'mind '): I have to read her mind, I don't care about her privacy, I have to find out who this elf is and what she really wanted to do.
(Adallinda'mind '): my life is over ... if this sorceress finds out that I pissed on her bed and that I was about to have her and her friends have a messy accident, she will kill me.
Fredegunde read Adallinda's mind and smiled maliciously.
(Fredegunde): I found out what your intentions were, I have to admit that I wasn't expecting something ... similar ... now I think you deserve punishment!
(Adallinda'mind '): what will happen to me now?
(Adallinda) what do you mean by ... punishment?
Will you spare my life?
(Fredegunde): why should I kill you? The only dangerous thing you did was to destroy the barrier without thinking about the consequences, I liked all the rest of what you did ... however I will punish you anyway, first I have to make sure that the my friends don't disturb us for at least an hour.
Fredegunde intensified Chloe and Alice's sleep, then began to undress, Adallinda tried to look away but could not help looking at Fredegunde.
(Fredegunde): do you like what you see?
Fredegunde said now naked.
(Adallinda'mind '): yes! A lot!
(Adallinda): Could you get dressed? It embarrasses me to see your human body naked!
Adallinda had never seen a naked human, neither a man nor a woman, she was getting excited, her femininity was wet and she was blushing slightly while looking at Fredegunde's breasts and pussy.
(Fredegunde): even if it embarrasses you, you can't take your eyes off it?
(Adallinda) ...
(Fredegunde): you seem to like having others have an accident in their pants, let's see if you also like to get wet against your will!
(Adallinda): what do you mean? I don't understand ... what do you want to do to me?
Fredegunde put on her cursed panties and drank a magically created diuretic strong, then went to Adallinda, raised the front of her skirt, exposing her green panties.
(Adallinda): what do you want to do to me? This behavior is not allowed!
(Adallinda'mind '): I really wouldn't mind masturbating now, if this woman did I would feel satisfied, is this her punishment? And why did you change your panties?
Adallinda had never had sex with elves because she hadn't seen any in the last thirty years or with humans because she hated them, but Adallinda was convinced that she only liked women, she had nothing against men but she had always dreamed of a romantic relationship with a woman and now Fredegunde was really attracting her.
Fredegunde didn't want to go too far, but now she was getting excited too.
Suddenly, however, he doubled over and put a hand between his legs and tried to restrain himself by jumping on the spot.
(Fredegunde'mind '): the diuretic is beginning to take effect ...
(Adallinda): are you okay? Maybe you have to go and water the plants?
(Fredegunde): no, what about you?
(Adallinda): why do you ask me?
(Fredegunde): just to know ...
Fredegunde decided to start having fun, he was enjoying himself and he still didn't want to let go, however he really wanted to see the elf writhing too so he slowly approached her with a smile on his lips and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, he put his hand under her skirt and began to rise to her femininity which touched gently, then went up again to her bladder, a moment before it was almost empty and 10 seconds later she was about to burst, Fredegunde had let herself go in the cursed panties.
To which Adallinda started, emitting a sweet cry and unable to restrain herself, she lost a spray that made her green panties wet making Fredegunde notice that she smiled smugly.
(Fredegunde): I thought you didn't need to go ...
(Adallinda): what have you done to me as a witch?
(Fredegunde): the same thing you did with my friend, I will make you wet on your own.
(Adallinda): I lost a little just by surprise, it won't happen again!
Fredegunde saw that Adallinda was trying to cross her legs, and then with the screws she made the elf fear more tightly.
(Fredegunde): I will not allow you to hold back, a wet future awaits you, sooner or later you will have to piss whether you want it or not, it is only a matter of time.
(Adallinda'mind '): if he were to reuse that magic I could completely lose control, I must admit that it is quite pleasant, the wet feeling in the panties tickles my pussy and the full bladder makes me feel excited, it seems that this woman too has to piss , it is an almost orgasmic sensation.
Fredegunde was again feeling the effects of the diuretic, she was excited and this helped her to restrain herself, she wanted to make the elf get wet and then laugh at her, so she decided to add difficulty to the alpha's keeping.
The archimage approached and lifted her skirt, her panties had not suffered further damage, Fredegunde was a little disappointed and fascinated by the elf, then decided to make Adalinda get up in a lying position, exploded her belly giving a hit also to the her breast and then looked at her abdomen, there was a slight swelling, her bladder was full but the elf was holding back even if a little trembling.
(Fredegunde'mind '): she is so pretty!
(Adallinda): what do you want to do to me now?
(Fredegunde): since I see you have to go I will help you let go, however if you knew that I will not let you go until you get wet then you could give in immediately, for this I promise you that if you do not get completely wet in the next 10 minutes I will let you go .
(Adallinda): how do I know you're not lying?
(Fredegunde): I swear on my name, that of Fredegunde the archimage!
(Adallinda'mind '): archimage! Wow, it could be a bluff, but if it were the archmage maybe this could be a meeting decided by fate ...
(Adallinda): I think you are lying but I want to trust! In any case, I have no other choice.
(Fredegunde): well, I'm happy, but I assure you that I will make you lose my dear little elf.
(Adallinda): what do you mean?
(Fredegunde): Well I will tickle you, try not to miss ...
Fredegunde decided to bear the pressure of the bladder with Adallinda, she didn't want to use her panties to make her lose, she really wanted to have fun.
She reached the elf on her side and began to caress the swelling of the bladder, putting more and more pressure.
(Adallinda'mind '): I feel like I'm about to burst, it's so pleasant though!
(Fredegunde): You seem to like it ...
(Adallinda): mmmhhhh ahhhhhh
(Fredegunde'mind '): I didn't expect it to be pleasant...
Fredegunde then decided to try another stratagem, continued to gently caress Adallinda's bladder and when she least expected it she let loose by tickling her on both armpits and then on her thighs.
(Adallinda): ahahahahahaha, stop !I'm going to wet myself!, Ahahaha, PleaseStopIt!
Adallinda was trying to restrain herself but could not move because of the lianas that held her still.
~ psshhh ~
(Adallinda): no she's going out, I'm peeing!
~ pssssssssshhh ~
(Adallinda): No!
~ pssssssssshhh ~
Fredegunde's eyes shone, she smiled mischievously and put one hand on her bladder feeling it deflate and one on her panties, feeling the heat of the flow, Fredegunde also got wet but with a different type of liquid.
(Adallinda'mind '): what a humiliation for an elf like me! But it was really fantastic ...
(Adallinda): are you satisfied now?
Fredegunde smiled
(Fredegunde): in all honesty... no.
Fredegunde with his bladder now full decided to put his hand right on the empty bladder of the alpha, and slowly indulged in the pleasure of urinating directly into the cute little elf in front of him.
(Fredegunde): aaah.
(Adallinda): what?
Adallinda felt it fill up very quickly and Fredegunde felt the bladder become fuller and harder with her hand, this thought and the feeling of relaxation almost made her cum, for excessive relaxation she also released a fart that went into the bowels of Adalinda to be released immediately, this excited the archmage even more.
After about another ten seconds, the poor alpha bladder and his tired muscles produced a strong jet that went to soak skirt and panties.
~ psssssssssssassshhh ~
As soon as she saw him with the other hand, Fredegunde began to touch herself and before the elf's flow ended she cum in the cursed panties.
(Adallinda): aaaah what a wonderful feeling, you really made me feel good, thank you archimage!
(Fredegunde): I really enjoyed it, thanks to you for everything you made me do.
(Adallinda): did I have any other choice?
(Fredegunde): hehe I think so, but you didn't try to free yourself ... why?
(Adallinda): well both because I understood you were a powerful sorceress and because I liked what you were doing ...
Fredegunde and Adallinda blushed slightly
(Fredegunde): then elf now how about a good drying?
(Adallinda): call me Adallinda ...
(Fredegunde): ok Adallinda, if you want you can also call me Fredegunde ...
(Adallinda): ok, so if you don't mind, could you open a passage in the barrier that I have to go change?
(Fredegunde): okay, can i go with you? I'm curious to see where an elf from the woods lives ...
(Adallinda): I believe that all the wood elves live in a tree ... okay, I'll make you come to my house and if you want I'll prepare you a hot tea ... while you tell me what the archmage is doing here in the forest .
(Fredegunde): I don't mind, okay let's go.
Fredegunde and Adallinda made their way to the elf's house, arrived under an apparently thousand-year-old oak tree, the trunk was wider than an average house of ordinary people and gave off a magical aura.
(Adallinda): around my house there is a magic barrier that allows access only to me, to enter you have to drink a potion, okay?
(Fredegunde): yes, I would like to see the inside of your home ...
Adallinda had lied, the barrier prevented access only to demons and monsters, the potion that made Fredegunde drink was a laxative that took a long time to act, after all he wanted to avenge himself and also felt a certain attraction for the archmage, he wanted to see it desperate, a legend handed down for centuries among the elves spoke of a meeting between an elf and a woman who held the role of archimage, a meeting that was part of the beginning of some events that would change the world, was however a legend.
Adallinda scattered a silvery dust on the base of the tree and a crack appeared in the bark, the two entered and Fredegunde was amazed by the beauty of the interior of the tree, on the first floor there was a room with a table, chairs and carpets, all surrounded by shelves full of books, on the second floor there was the pantry with food and ingredients for the potions, the ingredients were really many and of all kinds, on the third floor it was full of potions, there were at least three thousand ampoules and full vials, on the fourth floor there was a circular window that shed light on the whole house, under the window there was a golden desk and a huge bed, on the sides of them there were wardrobes and shelves, all floors were connected from a ladder to
(Fredegunde): this place is amazing!
(Adallinda): thank you, after all I have been living there for many years, it has been my home since humans attacked my village and killed everyone I loved!
Adallinda thought about what humans did to her and began to regret bringing Fredegunde to her home.
(Adallinda'mind '): this person is a human, after all I shouldn't trust humans ...
(Fredegunde): I understand what you mean, I also once had a place called home, but one day I was taken away by demons, if I had been braver I probably would have been able to defend me and my family, but I could not find courage and in one day I lost everything I cared about ...
(Adallinda): wow, I didn't think I had an experience similar to mine, sorry if I had to remind you ... sorry ...
(Fredegunde): don't worry, after the demons attack a woman whom I considered almost like a mother saved me, and now I travel with her daughter to help her escape and one day return to her place as a legitimate future empress!
(Adallinda): is one of the two girls in the tent the future empress?
(Fredegunde): yes, her name is Chloe and I consider her as a younger sister.
The two sat down and had a long chat over hot tea and eating biscuits.
Volume 2 chapter 2, the awakening of the soul eater:
[In the woods near the sleeping bear inn]
Helen had regained consciousness and Sybille had told her what had happened, Helen was furious, disappointed in herself for not having thought about the possibility of a block of time, and very angry at those who had left her in that state and that had altered her memories, now she and the fairy Sybille were headed to the village in search of a change of clothes, magical objects capable of contrasting mind control and blocking of time and information on the position of the alleged demons.
(Helen'mind '): I can't believe I was humiliated in this way ... I was stupid, I underestimated my opponent's ability, next time it will be different!
(Sybille): I'm peeing!
~ pssssssssshhh ~
(Helen): I don't care so much now these clothes are unrecoverable ...
The fairy and the huntress went directly to the guild palace.
(Helen): I want to talk to the guild master!
(Receptionist): sorry but I can't help you, the guild master has explicitly said that she doesn't want to be disturbed, please come back later and with clean clothes!
One of the strongest adventurers present there decided to go and hunt the woman who caused problems
(Adventurer): Exactly, the girl is right, you should leave, you stink of piss and you are not an adventurer, what gives you the right to enter here screaming? You're just a little girl who can't keep your pants dry!
Not a second passed, the man who had said this to the bounty hunter was hit with a strong kick and made to fly against the wall shaking the whole building.
(All): wow! Who is this???
(Adventurer): we better get out ...
(Adventurer): yes, we will come back later!
(Adventurer): we don't want trouble ...
(Receptionist): please don't be angry, I'll call you the guild master immediately!
(Helen): hurry up otherwise I shave the guild to the ground and take what I need on my own!
(Receptionist): I go immediately!
The receptionist ran to the guild master's room and entered without knocking.
(Receptionist): excuse me madam guild master but there is a problem downstairs!
The guild master was recently asleep and now she had been awakened, she was surely irritated.
(Margaret): Is the problem so bad that it disturbs my sleep?
(Receptionist): A woman kicked a class A swordsman adventurer!
(Margaret): I understand, leave it to me.
Margaret went down to the first floor
(Margaret): what do you want woman?
(Margaret'mind '): she looks strong, travels with a fairy and uses both the bow and the sword, I don't know if she is able to beat her, she certainly cannot defeat me and everyone present in the guild, but surely it is better to avoid to fight ... anyway it really smells like stale piss ... it could have a fetish similar to mine or it had bad days ...
(Helen'mind '): this woman is strong, I could win with difficulty against her, better try to reason ...
The two women, both with high combat experience, quickly greeted those in front of them.
(Helen): hi guild master, I would like to withdraw 50 gold coins and some objects from the guild deposit, here is my card.
Helen took out the adventurer's card, it was written the amount of money she had put in the adventurers bank (1280 gold coins), the adventurer class (S class) and other data.
(Margaret'mind '): an S-class adventurer ...
(Margaret): you are an adventurer so ... I didn't think you were, this changes the matter, I will be happy to give you what you want after the magical identification.
(Helen): I am a bounty hunter, I entered the adventurers only for the advantages they give and to take advantage of the adventurers bank, go ahead with the identification, I have nothing to hide!
(Margaret): I understand, just follow me outside.
(Helen): we can also stay here to perform my identification, I have no time to waste, I am chasing people with a bounty on my head.
(Margaret): I'll be the one to perform the magic identification, come outside and let's talk.
The two went out and Margaret cast the authentication magic on Helen's card who passed the test.
(Margaret): well, what do you need besides money?
(Helen): I would like high-end equipment not found in stores, high-level enchanted clothes and an object that can even temporarily counteract the time control.
(Margaret): hahahahah, do you seriously think I can give you such items? The best I can give you is a ring to fight the time control for 5 seconds a day and sell you non-enchanted spare clothes, however if you want that ring you have to accept a sword fight with me as an opponent.
(Helen): in case you lose?
(Margaret): you could say hi bye to your ring!
(Helen): What if you win?
(Margaret): I will give you the ring and also some boots that allow you to jump higher and that give a good magical defense.
(Helen): I accept!
(Margaret): I'm happy, get ready!
(Sybille): be careful, this woman exudes a magical aura stronger than mine and your unity ...
(Helen): you try not to pee, I don't want to make this woman frighten me!
Margaret and Helen distanced themselves
(Margaret): go!
(Helen): I will make you regret having challenged me!
The two stood still for 3 seconds and then snapped at the same time against each other, the sword strokes were invisible to a normal person, every time they collided the air vibrated and the ground shook, however it was obvious to both that the huntress had the upper hand.
(Margaret'mind ') is too strong, I have to use physical enhancement otherwise I will lose in no time ...
(Helen'mind '): this woman is strong, but she is not at my level, I am not even using half of my skills, I have to be careful of her magic but only with the sword will it be an easy victory ...
Margaret used magic for physical enhancement as much as she could, however the huntress did not seem in the least annoyed and Margaret began to be sure of her defeat.
(Magaret'mind '): I have to use a sneaky trick to turn the situation around!
The guild master was wearing the cursed panties, decided to try to give the huntress a little difficulty.
Margaret struck Helen's sword with all her might, making her arm tremble slightly, then threw the sword on the ground and jumped on Helen trying to hold her still with one arm and the other pretending to choke her.
(Helen): hey, this is incorrect!
Margaret paid no attention to Helen's words and concentrated on the complete release of bowels and bladders in the bounty hunter.
(Helen'mind '): I could easily free myself but I will make this trickster woman believe that I managed to get in trouble and then hit her with all my strength and make her piss on me with fear and pain ... however I feel my needs grow very quickly ... that it is an effect of this strange grip of yours?
Margaret had just gone to the bathroom and was completely released, all she managed to expel were 10 seconds of release between gas and urine, nothing that could disturb Helen's enormous capacity.
At a certain point a little disappointed by the guild master, the bounty hunter freed herself with very fluid movements from Margaret's grip and gave her a powerful punch directly into the bowels.
~ pffft ~
Margaret would have pissed and pulled off after such a surprising blow, but it was totally empty so she only let out a soft fart that Helen could hear but that still left her disappointed.
(Margaret'mind '): I was unable to make her have an accident and also I had never received a similar blow from a human ... I think she is not an opponent within my reach ...
(Margaret): I give up! You have won, I will give you what you ask for free!
(Helen): Thanks but I don't want charity, I will pay for all the items, moreover, it was a good duel, it surprises me that he is still standing after that punch without even having had an accident.
The two women and the fairy returned to the guild and after some discussions Helen got rid of her really dirty clothes and put on her new equipment:
As clothes, she had immaculate white linen, black leather pants, white shirt with a chain mail of mithril (light metal with shine and silver color and extreme hardness).
As weapons, she had the magic bow which, drawn by her, could throw arrows from a mile away, a new two-handed sword in old dragon bones with elemental attributes and explosive throwing knives.
As special magic items he had the countermeasure ring at the time stop, magic gloves, magic boots and a bag tied to the belt enchanted with the spell of ultra-dimensional warehouse limited for water, food, potions, money and some spare clothes.
Finally Helen said goodbye to the guild master and left the guild satisfied with the result and above all with her new ring and clean trousers.
(Sybilla): you should have asked about your goals ...
(Helen): you're right! I forgot ...
(Sybilla): don't worry, I know a clairvoyance spell that can show me where there is a life form that I have previously seen, it can show me where it was up to 2 hours before its last position, unfortunately it is a spell advanced and to use it I must use all my magic power and all my physical and mental concentration, if it suits you then I used it immediately.
(Helen): I didn't think you had such a capacity, you surprised me, as soon as we leave the city use it and tell me exactly the direction where to go, whatever is in the way I will cut it with my sword or I will climb over it with my boots, let's go!
The fairy and the woman left the town.
(Sybilla): well, now I'm going!
Sybilla got off Helen's shoulder and flew to the ground, then cast the spell, suddenly a blue smoke enveloped the fairy and she could see a circle in the distance with her eyes, it was the position that Fredegunde had 2 hours before or the position of the tent where Chloe and Alice were.
Unfortunately, the spell was too heavy for the fairy who fell to her knees and released her bladder from the excessive effort.
(Sybille): sorry Helen ... I'm peeing ...
(Helen): no!
Helen ran behind the nearest tree and in a lightning motion lowered her pants but started to pee and wet her panties before she managed to pull them to the side.
~ psssssssssssssshhh ~
(Helen'mind '): I almost made it ... my poor new panties ...
Helen pulled up her pants ignoring the feeling of humidity.
(Helen): okay, guide me to those demons!
(Sybille): yes!
Helen with Sybille on her shoulder started to run faster than a panther, slaloming among the trees and cutting some with the new sword just to try it and jumping on the rocks with her new boots just to try them on.
It would reach the barrier in a few minutes.
[3 hours before in the deepest underground of the imperial palace of the capital]
The duchess had been contaminated by a dark power, this had happened after the end of the war, the duchess was left alone with her daughters, her husband had died and her luxurious home would have been sold because of her debts, leaving her and her daughters without a home, however she managed to enter the palace by giving a nobleman her home and taking on the role of court woman, the duchess was a beautiful woman and when the emperor saw her walking in her palace he was attracted to it, she later managed to seduce him by relying on his grief over the alleged death of his wives, the heroine who had actually saved the country by killing the entire army of high-ranking demons and the last demon king.
After marrying the emperor, the Duchess was attracted by a sinister power that during a night attracted her into the maze of the castle, there were the crypts where only a small circle of people could enter, in the darkest part of the crypt it was sealed the body of the original demon queen, the demon empress Eisheth, was originally an angel who despite having become a fallen angel had still retained her kindness, but one day for some reason she obtained a power capable of absorbing a god inside herself and after having absorbed a large number of gods and souls, she was nicknamed the devourer of souls and conquered with the army she generated almost the whole world becoming a being similar to a demon but with an immeasurable power, thanks to the union of some characters, however, it had been sealed but still every thousand years she managed to generate a new king of demons who had the task of freeing her, but this usually succeeded only to arrive near the position of Eisheth before being killed by the heroes of that particular historical period, the demon empress waited more than 10,000 years for someone to release her, and the last demon king was the most powerful had never perceived, however Katherine, Chloe's mother managed to stop him without even bringing him closer to the palace, this and another reason linked to the legend made Eisheth go in a state of fury, increasing her powers momentarily, this allowed her to enter the soul of a person who was suffering and who wanted power, or the duchess herself when she entered the palace, later the part of Eisheth grew in her soul, corrupting her and leading the duchess to desire only power for herself same.
The next day that Fredegunde ran away with Chloe, at 5 am, the soul of the Duchess became completely dark and her desire for power pushed her into the depths of the crypt, guided by Eisheth's voice and promises.
(Duchess'mind '): once freed the supreme Eisheth will give me what I want, the empire will be mine and my resurrected husband! My daughters will be able to embrace their father again and live a happy life! I will have eternal youth and I will be able to use magic without magic wands!
The Duchess walked to the Adamantium door that separated Eisheth's body from the outside world as she thought about the promises the soul eater had made to her.
Once in front of the door, the Duchess took three vials and a crystal ball from a bag, put the crystal ball in a slot in the door, then emptied the 3 vials containing the blood of 3 descendants of gods and with a magic wand opened the door, a cold wind opened the thick and heavy door and a sinister voice was heard in the ears of those present.
(Eisheth): You have been good, my chosen one! Now finish your work and I will be happy to be rewarded!
(Duchess): thank you, what should I do to free you?
(Eisheth): come closer.
The Duchess climbed onto a pedestal with a dark sphere on it that seemed to suck up every form of light and goodness.
(Duchess): so okay?
(Eisheth): yes, perfect, now drink the fourth vial and scream my name!
(Duchess): Eisheth!
A cold wind and dark sounds greeted the Duchess.
(Eisheth): Thank you my elect! You served me very well, now you can die!
The Duchess could not say anything, she collapsed on the ground and was sucked into the dark sphere, an explosion shook the palace waking up anyone who was sleeping in the area.
(???): all according to plan, sorry duchess but you could not be saved, now the end finally begins!
Whatever comes out of that sphere must be killed and I will kill it!
Small dark fire lapilli began to emerge from the sphere and slowly the sphere itself began to change taking the shape of a female figure, it was 1.80 meters (5.9 ft) tall and had a thin figure with very white skin, it was wrapped 2 thick and wrinkled horns were supported by a dark sheet and its black crown.
The figure floated in the air and noticed another presence in the room, he had not seen it before because it did not have a sufficiently high power.
(Eisheth): Who are you?
the person in the room revealed himself
(???): hi my dear soul eater, I introduce myself, I am a paladin, my name is Katherine!
The fight started, it was the most intense battle in the last 12000 years, continuous teleports, total block of time, rewriting of reality itself, a clash between light and darkness, an indescribable battle in words, at the end of it, the paladin was on the ground , without an arm and dripping with blood, his wounds were instantly cured by magic but the cuts reappeared immediately afterwards, the one who had made them was truly on another level, a being much stronger than a God.
(Eisheth): to be a human you are really too powerful, strong as a goddess, maybe even a little more, but for me you are worth nothing! Now die!
(Katherine'mind '): I tried to defeat her but it was never my job to kill her, but I still wanted to try ...
(Katherine): I won't let you take over the world now or ever!
Katherine with all the forces left to her launched herself against Eisheth, teleported to the deepest area of the demonic territory, there the clash continued for another few seconds, Katherine, after casting a spell with Chloe as subject, sacrificed herself, and giving his soul to the higher deities momentarily gained power to seal the power of Eisheth.
(Katherine): take this bitch, one day my daughter will kill you!
Katherine began to shine with light and a golden sword with divine shine was formed in her hands, with it she cut into pieces the spiritual form of Eisheth, and after that Chloe's mother vanished, perhaps definitively ...
(Eisheth): bastard! You fooled me, it's only a matter of time though ... as soon as I find power again I will transform the world into scorched earth ... meanwhile I will form an army!
At this time Eisheth was at the height of vulnerability, but every day she would become stronger and in the future she would dominate the world and perhaps the universe.
[In the tent in the woods]
Chloe was sleeping, she was having a nightmare and as usual there was her mother during a battle, this time, however, she did not die of old age but was fighting against a being in the eyes of Chloe and also from those of her mother, invincible in the end of the fight her mother did not die, she simply dissolved and after Chloe she found herself in an empty but completely white and bright place, with her was her mother.
(Katherine): my dear daughter, this is probably a farewell, I don't have much time, I just wanted to explain to you what you will meet, you must know that after I died of old age, I rose thanks to a divine intervention and after I was told the truth, or that the legend is true, and you my dear Chloe are the protagonist and your task assigned by destiny is to kill Eisheth, I have been given the mission to inform you of your destiny and to give you the power that resides in me and that is inherited from generation to generation, thanks to this power, you will be able to use magic in a completely different way and you will have the strength to cut a mountain, however only if you train and learn to master all the techniques that I I know, I wanted to teach you but I could not ...
I wasted my life trying to kill it myself, but after all I knew I would fail and I would die anyway after giving you this message, now my daughter, goodbye!
Katherine cried in the dream but smiled as she disappeared and Chloe awoke with a start.
~ hisssssssssssss ~
Chlo was getting wet because of the dream, he didn't think what he had dreamed was true but then he looked on his hand, there was a ring, it was the ring that his mother had always worn, then he thought about her and cried.
In his mind there was the image of Eisheth that he had seen in the dream, he felt anger towards him and desire to kill her.
After a while he calmed down and decided to get out of the sleeping bag soaked to the point of losing, he spread it on a tree with his pink underwear and then went back to the tent naked while thinking about his dream.
Alice slept drenched in her sleeping bag.
Meanwhile the bounty hunter had come out of the barrier.
(Helen): good Sybille, this barrier separates me from those demons, I have to break it and then I can kill them!
Helen with her sword pierced Fredegunde's magic barrier which began to shatter, then drew her sword and swung it away with a swing.
He entered the area where the barrier was and saw a tent, pounced on the tent and was about to cut it, but Chloe had heard the steps understood that whatever it was had broken the barrier and was probably going to kill her together with Alice, so she went out .
(Chloe): stop please!
(Helen'mind '): why is there a naked girl? Ah down is a demon!
(Helen): silence! Filthy demon I will kill you!
(Chloe): mom protect me!
Chloe unwittingly activated the mother's ring and Katherine's armor materialized on her daughter, Helen's sword could only slide against equipment of that level.
~ braaaprt ~
In fear Chloe let out a dry fart in his armor.
(Helen'mind '): what is this armor that gives off an air of divinity ??? Definitely not a demon!
(Alice): what was it girls? ... what are you doing?
Alice had woken up due to the sound of the impact of Helen's sword on Chloe's armor.
[10 minutes before at Adallinda's house]
(Adallinda): Fredegunde, even if I know you recently I think I love you!
Adallinda's face turned red and immediately afterwards that of Fredegunde.
(Fredegunde) ... I didn't expect such a thing ... but I think I like you too ...
(Adallinda): really? I'm so happy! Thanks for loving me!
(Fredegunde): oh thank you!
The two kissed first shyly and then passionately launched into a long and deep kiss.
(Adallinda): I have decided, I will follow you on your journey, let me take my bags, go to the bathroom and I'm ready!
Adallinda returned shortly after with a backpack probably with an ultra-dimensional storage spell and the two came out of the tree and went to the girls' tent, while walking as Fredegunde sensed the barrier that was falling apart.
(Fredegunde'mind '): Chloe! Alice!
(Fredegunde): come Adallinda!
Fredegunde cast a flight spell on herself and the wood elf, flying at high speed towards the tent.
From above she saw the huntress of the previous day with a huge sword in her hand and Chloe in front of her wearing the armor of a woman whom she considered her mother.
(Fredegunde'mind '): that armor ... what does that mean?
Fredegunde and Adallinda descended from the sky and landed around the bounty hunter.
(Sybille + Helen'mind '): who are all these people?
(Fredegunde): bounty hunter, if you hurt someone present, I will send you the pains of hell!
(Helen'mind '): they might not be demons now that I think about it ... that armor ... it can't be that of a demon, it can't even be an illusion, it exudes an aura of sanctity too high ...
(Helen): are you all demons?
(Sybille): if you are not demons my friend will no longer have hostile intentions!
(Chloe): we are not demons!
(Fredegunde): How do you think of such a thing? whatever the duchess has told you is false!
(Sybille): they are probably telling the truth, I am not able to say it with certainty but I do not detect any form of evil magic ...
(Alice): my friends are not demons!
(Adallinda): I'm sure Fredegunde isn't a demon!
(Helen): I'm wrong I'm sorry!
Helen apologized for 2 minutes bowing and begging for forgiveness, leaving the girls dumbfounded on what to do, eventually forgave her and Chloe and Fredegunde told her their story.
(Helen): girls, I know you will probably not accept but I would like to join your group, I am strong enough, I can help you to know the truth and to defeat the Duchess and her army!
(Fredegunde): for me there are no problems, you don't dislike me, what do you think Chloe?
(Chloe): looks like a good person ... okay for me, Alice what do you think?
Alice who was drenched all night in her sleeping bag and who now smelled badly of urine came out of the tent with her head and spoke.
(Alice): that woman scares me ... made me wet my panties ...
(Helen): I'm so sorry ...
(Helen'mind '): however from this point of view you have already had your revenge ...
Helen thought about the accidents she has had lately.
(Alice): okay, I will forgive you and allow you to join us only if you release your bladder in the next 10 seconds ... ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ...
Helen was amazed by this particular request but did not hold back.
~ psssshhh ~
A stream of urine soaked the bounty hunter's white panties and lightly filled her magic boots.
(Sybille): Helen! I didn't think you accepted, you made me wet!
Alice was amazed by Helen's choice, Sybille told of her curse, Fredegunde and Adallinda were excited about the curse and thinking about the current state of Helen's panties.
(Fredegunde): Chloe, now that we're a group and we can rest easy, why do you have your mother's armor?
(Chloe): ...
Chloe later told of her dream by first making all the girls present sad and sad.
(Helen): wow, so the world as we know it could end?
(Fredegunde): Chloe I'm sorry for your mother, one day we will avenge her, first we have to get stronger!
(Adallinda'mind '): it seems that the events of the legend are beginning ...
(Alice): okay girls, she made herself lunch time, how about eating something and going to the village that Margaret recommended us? Let's think about the present now, however painful or uncertain the future may seem, together we will be able to overcome the difficulties that will arise before us!
(Fredegunde): I agree, let's go!
(All): yes!
The girls prepared, ate and headed for the village.
End of the twelfth chapter.
World statistics:
Average adult fairy (70 years old):
Magic: 20
Strength: 1
Bladder: 5
Bowel: 5
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years old):
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Eisheth (demon empress and souls eater)
During the battle against Katherine:
Magic: 1000+
Strength: 1000+
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
After the seal:
Magic: 0
Strength: ???
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Chloe (Chlothsinda, A rank adventuress):
Magic: 200 (normally) ??? (with ultra-divine equipment)
Strength: [normally: 200 (basic) 250 (high magical boost)]
Strength with ultra-divine equipment: ???
Bladder: 10 (awake) 0 (sleeping)
Bowel: 10 (awake) 10 (sleeping)
Katherine (EX stronger human and Chloe's mother)
Magic in the battle against Eisheth: 1000+
Strength in the battle against Eisheth: 1000+
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Fredegunde (the perverted A rank adventuress):
Magic: 320
Strength: 5 (basic) 140 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 10 (awake) 1 (sleeping)
Bowel: 4 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Alice (B rank adventuress):
Magic: 0
Strength: 50
Bladder: 5 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (awake) 7 (sleeping)
Adallinda (the wood elf)
Magic: 12
Strength: 12
Bladder: 7 (awake) 8 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 7 (sleeping)
Helen (bounty hunter):
Magic: 35
Strength: 150 (basic) 160 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 22 (awake) 16 (sleeping)
Bowel: 20 (awake) 14 (sleeping)
Sybille (fairy princess):
Magic: 40
Strength: 1 (basic) 2 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 1 (awake) -4 (sleeping)
Bowel: 8 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Margaret (Guild master, creator of the cursed panties)
Magic: 160
Strength: 100 (basic) 120 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 8 (awake) 3 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 7 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
If the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
If the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the intestine can go down to a maximum of -3!
I apologize for any writing errors or possible plot holes!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks |
Volume 2 chapter 3, return back to the capital.
[In an unknown land in the internal territories of the demons]
Eisheth after the fight against Katherine had completely taken the faculty of using magic and was now looking for her castle lost in the boundless heath of the demon territory.
(Eisheth'mind '): damn that woman! Because of her I have to walk on foot in search of my castle!
It is incredible that these places are the same as twelve millennia ago ...
I'm tired, I'm hungry and I have to go to the bathroom ... after all I haven't been there for 12000 years!
The needs of mortals affected Eisheth now lacking the magical power needed to suppress them.
Eisheth had walked for about 2 hours and finally arrived at a village where he met a young demoness who was returning home from school.
The demons had a lower level of technology and knowledge than the human one because of the hatred that the other races felt for them and therefore denying them the possibility of cultural exchanges or commercial exchanges with the other races, because of this the demons lived in a way more primitive, in retrograde houses and with a low level of education, only high-ranking demons could attend school and therefore a demon student was rare to see, this Eisheth could not know.
(Eisheth): girl! I order you to guide me to the castle!
(Demon Girl): How do I pray?
(Eisheth): are you deaf? take me to my castle!
(Demon girl): who are you? How dare you give me orders?
Eisheth was about to punch her but stopped herself.
(Eisheth): sorry, maybe you didn't recognize me, I'm the empress Eisheth, now that you know, guide me to my castle!
(Demon girl): empress? Nice joke, it doesn't even make you laugh, go away immediately or I'll hurt you!
(Eisheth): Girl! How the fuck you dare to disrespect your mistress and sovereign! Now take me to my castle otherwise I will kill you!
Eisheth approached the demon and screamed them in a voice that vibrated in the air
~ frrt ~
~ pssh ~
The girl was taken aback lost a wet fart and a spray of pee that stained her panties.
(Eisheth): do you have?
(Demon girl): if you yell at me it seems normal!
Listen woman, I don't know who you are, mistress? Sovereign? I do not know you!
Ae do you want to go to the castle is exactly 10 days of travel north and I've never been there!
Don't disrespect me, my father is the rector demon of this city, if you don't want trouble, leave me alone!
Eisheth was really about to hit the girl but now that she had reminded him, she desperately needed a bath.
(Eisheth): okay, I don't want to waste time letting you find out who I am, thanks for the directions girl and sorry if I scared you ... now ... could you tell me where the closest bathroom is?
(Demon girl): what a hypocrite! Did you almost get me wet and now you ask me for a bath?
If you want to lighten up do it on the street behind a bush or ask someone for a chamber pot, in the whole village the only real bathroom is in my house but forget to use it!
Eisheth did not believe what he had just heard.
(Eisheth): feel that you don't believe me I don't care ... but I can't tolerate being denied a simple bathroom, now take me to your house otherwise I will kill you and use your body as a bathroom!
~ pssh ~
A spasm of fear caused a jet to leak into the demon girl's panties.
(Demon girl): okay, don't scream, I warn you that if you come to my house you will see it with my father and the guards, then we will see who will get their pants wet!
Eisheth smiled smugly
(Eisheth): okay girl, take me to your house now with the guards I'll talk to you.
Eisheth and the girl walked to the most luxurious building in the village, in size second only to the demon school.
(Demon girl): help! Here is a criminal who pretends to be an empress!
As soon as she arrived at the door the girl screamed.
Eisheth snickering stretched her legs
The guards went outside the palace and surrounded Eisheth.
(Guard): what did you do to the miss?
(Demon girl): threatened me with death ...
(Guard): oh sorry miss, do you want us to execute this ignorant woman?
(Demon girl): no, it's enough for me to scare her until she pisses on me!
(Guards): received, let's go!
Eisheth remained silent
The guards entered the arms and approached Eisheth.
(Eisheth): if you take just one more step I will deprive you of your legs, you are warned!
As for how you behaved you must at least prostrate yourself to me and make me use the bathroom, if you do not do it I will make you feel severe pain!
The guards saw that Eisheth was hostile and launched themselves on her with the weapon unsheathed.
In less than a millisecond the legs of all the guards stopped being attached to them and their bodies fell to the ground unconscious.
Eisheth would not have left the guards intact anyway, since she wanted to have fun, obviously the guards were nothing for her but seeing the blood of someone demon, human or demihuman satisfied her.
Obviously, the demon who saw himself trying his own lower limb guards could not help but fall on his knees scared.
(Demon girl): please don't hurt me ...
~ pssssssssshhh ~
~ brrr ~
~ splurt ~
~ dirty ...
The kneeling demon girl released her bladder, then emitted a wet fart that stained her panties indelibly and then a soft mess was pushed out of her bowels and found a new home in her panties.
Eisheth doesn't care much if someone else besides her had an accident but she knew that some would feel humiliated or covered with shame so she liked to tease or mock who had an accident before her and her power.
(Eisheth): you are a disgrace to your race! I will leave you alive but impress the image of the current state of your clothes and learn to respect even the people you don't know!
Now take me to the bathroom I need it!
(Demon girl): yes, immediately!
(Girl demon 'mind'): I can't believe what I saw, the guards are strong but a higher demon could easily defeat them all, however this woman without using magic hit them at the same time without me, one of the best students, I could not even see the residual image ... she said she was my mistress ... who is she actually?
The girl accompanied Eisheth to the bathroom and went to change into clean clothes after cleaning herself, always thinking about who she really could be.
(Eisheth'mind '): a bathroom ... since a long time I haven't seen one ...
If I remember correctly, I liked doing this every now and then ...
Eisheth removed the black sheet that enveloped her and remained naked since she had no underwear.
She sat down on what could be called a toilet and released her bladder and bowels, she liked the feeling of lightening herself when she was full, she would have preferred to sit with her panties on and wait for her to lose due to an unintended release but now she hadn't time, he wanted to know better the world of demons in recent times, he wanted to go to the castle then make an army and march outside the borders, after he wanted to make the territory of the other races his and eventually march on the human capital where he had been locked up for centuries and turn it into a place of despair where no one could have lived forever.
[in the forest near the village]
The girls had now finished eating and headed for the village, of course some had changed their clothes:
Physical details of the group and the clothes worn:
Spoiler
《Chloe》
Race: human
Age: 11 years old
Height: 1.64 meters (5.4 ft)
Weight: 56 kg (123 lb)
Breast: good for age (cup B)
Black eyes
Red hair
Beauty in the opinion of the world: extremely beautiful
Underwear: pink cotton
Shirt: beige shirt + ultra-divine armor
Trousers: white linen trousers + ultra-divine armor
Socks: thick pink cotton socks.
Shoes: very comfortable canvas shoes similar to ankle boots
Accessories: Katherine ring
《Fredegunde》
Race: human.
Age: 24 years old.
Height: 1.60 meters (5.2 ft)
Weight: 44 kg (97 lb)
Breast: below average (cup B)
Eyes: cobalt blue.
Black hair
Beauty in the opinion of the world: average
Underwear: white cotton
Sweater: long purple robe
Pants: violet tights
Socks: fine gray socks.
Shoes: Havana leather boots with fur
Accessories: 2 rings and a necklace
《Alice》
Race: human
Age: 14 years old
Height: 1.62 meters (5.3 ft)
Weight: 49 kg (108 lb)
Breast: okay for age (cup B)
Blue eyes
Blond hair
Beauty in the opinion of the world: really nice
Underwear: black (heavily urinated)
Shirt: gray + light armor
Pants: black leather (a little smelly)
Socks: thick white socks
Shoes: reinforced black canvas shoes.
《Adallinda》
Breed: wood elf
Age: 80 years old
Height: 1.68 meters (5.5 ft)
Weight: 52 kg (114 lb)
Breast: okay for age (cup C)
Light blue eyes
Hair: amber
Beauty in the opinion of the world: sensually beautiful
Underwear: green (lightly stained with pee)
Sweater: green blouse + green sweater
Pants: green skirt
Socks: green socks
Shoes: leather ankle boots.
《Helen》
Race: human
Age: 20 years old
Height: 1.88 meters (6.2 ft)
Weight: 81 kg (178 lb)
Breast: big and hard (cup D)
Black eyes
Brown hair
Beauty in the opinion of the world: attractive but frightening
Underwear: White (heavily yellowed panties)
Sweater: white cotton + chain mail in mithril
Pants: black leather pants (slightly damp)
Socks: black socks (slightly damp)
Shoes: black leather boots (soaked in urine)
Accessories: ring against time blocking.
《Sybille》
Breed: fairy
Age: 75
Height: 0.11 meters (0.36 ft)
Weight: 0.9 Kg (2 lb)
Breast: average for a teenage fairy.
Green eyes
Hair: light blue
Beauty in the opinion of the world: very cute
Underwear: light blue (dirty panties after constant accidents)
Sweater: white short dress
Pants: short white dress (too yellowed)
Shoes: none
The girls were now discussing the facts of Chloe's dream:
(Alice): So your mom said you got stronger now?
(Chloe): we talked about things like cutting a mountain ...
(Fredegunde): but he also said that you need training right?
(Chloe): yes, in fact I hope you big sister can help me with spells and I also hope to find a warrior willing to teach me the techniques of hand-to-hand and sword fighting ...
(Helen): for me there is no problem to train, but it will be hard I warn you! First I have to get you a certain level of pure physical strength, then without magic or enchanted armor and then I will teach you all the techniques you want to learn!
(Chloe): I don't want to sound arrogant ... but right now I think I am strong enough to learn the techniques necessary for my future ... the equipment given to me by my mother is absolutely too powerful but also my current physical strength seems to have grown a hundred times ...
(Helen): you don't want to be arrogant but I think you are, if there hadn't been that armor to protect you from my blow, worse things would have happened to you than a simple release of gas ...
Chloe blushed after mention of his involuntary release.
(Chloe): Don't make fun of me, you smell like pee after all! Anyway, I'm serious when I say I have enough physical strength!
(Helen): I got wet because I owed it to you after what I did to you! However, I would like to experience this force you speak of firsthand, I challenge you to a friendly battle without weapons and without magic!
(Fredegunde): Helen, don't hurt my little sister otherwise ...
(Helen): I won't do anything to her, I just want to see her level of physical strength!
(Sybille): Couldn't it be that maybe you just want to vent and show your strength?
(Alice): or maybe you want to have an accident with my friend?
(Helen): girls but who did you get me for? I just want to see the strength of those who went to train ...
(Chloe): the duel is fine for me ...
(Fredegunde): if it's okay for Chloe then I agree ... however if I see you overdo it I'll stop the fight myself!
(Adallinda): don't hurt yourself! in case of problems I could still use a potion to heal you ... be careful and do not overdo it ...
(Helen): don't worry, obviously I won't be serious!
Chloe felt slightly offended at this last statement, after all she now had a part of the power that her mother had given her and she was proud of it.
(Chloe): we'll see what you say when I win ...
Chloe whispered but Helen still managed to hear but did not give weight to his words.
The girls moved on an arid plain without vegetation, Chloe put the armor in the ring only with the thought.
Helen and Chloe distanced themselves and waited for Alice to leave.
(Alice): go!
(Helen): then show me what you know capable of doing!
As soon as Helen finished the sentence Chloe shot at high speed towards the bounty hunter, her movements were rough but her steps were so powerful that they left marks in the rocky terrain.
(Helen'mind '): she is fast!
Chloe punched and Helen prepared to dodge him but Chloe accelerated taking the huntress by surprise, Chloe jumped on Helen and dropped her, they landed on the grass, Helen felt a familiar warmth in the groin and Sybille inevitably rushed, however now the huntress felt humiliated by a little girl and decided to be serious, with very fluid movements she stood up and kicked in the bowels of Chloe, the latter did not expect such a bad blow and a little for the surprised and a little bit of pain I release the bladder for at least 5 seconds, now her new panties were ruined and a wet patch of the size of a coin was visible on her white pants, this made her saddened and angry a little.
Helen didn't stop after the kick, she quickly approached Chloe and punched her in the stomach making her fall on the ground with her lower back.
~ brrmphf ~
~ pfsssstt ~
A muddy, wet fart left a brown car in Chloe's poor pink panties.
She blushed slightly, had not reported any damage unlike Helen who still felt sore but the latter would never have said.
(Chloe'mind '): not worth ... hadn't he said we shouldn't be serious?
(Adallinda'mind '): these two are scary ... they could kill me in a second ...
(Helen): you surprised me, you are much stronger than I ever thought, you have a lot of room for improvement, it will be a pleasure to train!
(Fredegunde): don't you think you exaggerated, was it just a little friendly test?
(Alice): Chloe! Are you OK? Have you suffered a bad blow, do you need treatment?
(Chloe): I'm fine! girls I haven't lost ... If you want we can stop, I know I lack technique but the power that my mother has given me makes me feel good, it fills me with strength and awareness ... on the other hand I was only taken by surprise , I think I could have won!
(Helen'mind '): this girl is getting on my nerves!
(Helen): Do you think you can win? You have nothing but strength, your techniques are ridiculous and your movements are predictable! Besides ... don't look down on me girl! If we were serious, you wouldn't be able to take a minute!
I have been training since I was much younger than you!
Helen got carried away by immaturity and challenged Chloe to a real duel, she was envious of the girl who had such strength only because she was given to her by her mother overnight and also wanted to have her have an accident with her strokes but even if he tried he could not see anything on the crotch of his pants.
(Chloe): okay, I want to continue the duel, Alice lend me your sword please, I don't need my mother's equipment to win!
Chloe had now been stubborn but usually would not have reacted like this, she only did it because she was irritated by Helen's behavior and because it had made her panties dirty, she also thought that he had done it on purpose given the points where he had hit her.
(Fredegunde): I can't allow you to do a serious duel, Chloe, if you want to show your strength do it against monsters after we accept a guild assignment once in the village, Helen, if you didn't realize it Chloe is still a little girl, it is not good to do superiority demonstrations with her, if you want to show her the gap between you then train her and show her how far she still has to go, if you want to fight instead of how about challenging me to a duel ?
(Helen'mind '): Now that I have taken countermeasures to thwart your time control I could accept ...
(Alice): I agree, also I will not lend you my sword, compared to Helen's it is too fragile, I absolutely don't want it to break!
(Chloe'mind '): maybe I let myself get carried away ... I should bring respect for an adult bounty hunter ...
(Chloe): okay ... I admit my absence, one day, however, after I am loosened I want revenge!
(Helen'mind '): what happened suddenly? Is more mature than I thought ... maybe we could even get along ...
(Helen): Chloe, you are very strong and you have great chances to become really stronger than me, from tomorrow we will start training is decided!
(Chloe): okay, this is great!
(Fredegunde'mind '): Helen has completely ignored my challenge ... and I who wanted to have fun and train ... okay, I will let off steam against some monster ... now that I think about it it's strange that we have not yet met any enemy ... after all this is a border area ... maybe it's because of that? In fact, it should keep any low-level monster away from the area around me ...
Fredegunde remembered one of his rings and looked at his ring finger as he thought.
(Fredegunde'mind '): anyway ... I have to poop ...
~ gurgle ~
The laxative effects of Adallinda's potion began to manifest but since Fredegunde was now in a group of six girls she was ashamed to release a fart or ask for a break and then the sensation excited her and she wanted to have some fun, Fredegunde also had worn a necklace of her own creation that gave her almost total immunity against the negative effects of low-level potions or spells and therefore could resist at least another half day if she continued to release gas every now and then.
(Adallinda): I am tired of walking ... in the future with the money we will earn I would love to buy a cart or horses ...
(Fredegunde): no problem, I could also use the magic of flight and invisibility for all of them ... but I think this would make us too sure of ourselves, it would weaken us and if someone sees us it could be suspicious of it, I think the horses are the best choice also because a carriage would still arouse suspicion.
(Fredegunde'mind '): maybe I should remove the rings in order to meet some monsters ...
(Adallinda): you're right but I like the idea of traveling in a carriage ... but I realize that maybe it's too flashy and palatable for the bandits ...
The girls were almost at the entrance to the village.
(Sybille'mind '): I have been hearing something for a few minutes that I had never heard before ... I think it is the need to pee ... how is it possible? It should take longer for the fairy's curse to freeze ... maybe that's because Helen's bladder is so strong?
However, this feeling is fantastic, I had never experienced it before ... it is truly sublime, maybe I should warn Helen and pee together ... but maybe ...
But at that moment Sybille's bladder loosened and hot urine began to water her panties, after a very short time a stream fell from under the dress of the fairy as she flew making a jet of pee fall to the ground that produced a sound that was difficult to hear.
(Sybille): Helen ... I'm peeing ...
~ pssssssssssssssshhh ~
(Helen'mind '): fuck!
Helen's previously yellowed panties were soaked again and the leather pants did nothing to absorb the release by pouring urine on the legs and filling the hunter's boots.
(Helen): I know you can't do anything about it but please! Warn me as soon as possible when you are about to lose!
(Sybille'mind '): you didn't warn me first though! And then I like the feeling of holding back ... I think I also like to humiliate Helen ... in the future, I could make her spend moments of shame, I just have to make sure that she doesn't find out that I will intentionally pee ...
(Sybille): sorry ...
(Adallinda'mind '): wow, this curse is really interesting ...
(Fredegunde'mind '): it's nice to see this strong bounty hunter pissing herself ... but I would like to see in her eyes the real desperation and not such an unexpected release ...
Maybe I should take care of the little fairy and have fun with Helen in many ways ...
(Chloe'mind '): I feel sorry for her ... however the fact that she got wet makes me happy somehow ... maybe just because it made me angry before?
(Alice'mind '): poor Helen is a strong woman forced to pee on her ... I'm sorry for her even though she hit my friend ... however after seeing her I feel the stimulus too.
(Alice): girls, I have to water the flowers too, can you wait a moment?
(Adallinda): go ahead, don't worry.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I would like to go too ... but maybe it is better to keep it ... after all it will be useful to have fun with my favorite elf.
Alice walked slowly behind the trunk of a tree, pulled down her black panties which now gave off a smell of stale urine after previous accidents and finally let out a gushing stream of urine.
~ psssssssssssssst ~
(Alice'mind '): I have nothing to dry off with, okay my panties are still dirty ...
Alice pulled up her panties and felt a wet stain form on their gusset.
(Alice): I'm done! We can enter the village!
(Helen): perfect now I have to go into town with wet pants ... what a nuisance!
(Chloe): I could make the humidity disappear if you want it ...
(Helen): yes, please!
(Chloe): okay.
After Chloe finished drying Helen's clothes which still gave off a sweet smell of her pee, the girls entered the village and immediately went to the guild building, this was strangely empty by the standard of a border village.
(Adallinda): do we have to find a training mission?
(Fredegunde): yes, but first I would like information, we know that the demon empress is now free so I would like to know if something happened ...
(Chloe): in the dream I saw my mother in the capital ... I'm not sure what I saw but I believe that the demon empress was locked up under the palace and that my mother after she freed went to face her .. .I do not remember well...
(Alice): okay, let's ask for information before going to read the missions.
(Receptionist): what can I do for you?
(Helen): my friends and I have joined in an adventurous party, we would like some advice for a training mission, my rank is S, so I would like a difficult mission.
(Receptionist): at the moment we have no requests for the S class, if you are interested, however, there are two very difficult missions with urgent priority, the first is to go to the imperial capital, investigate the recent events and, if necessary, fight against the demons spotted around the palace, demons of a higher level and shapeshifters were also spotted. The second is to investigate the destruction of the sleeve city of Duldur by the undead, according to testimony, two Elder Lichs were present.
(Fredegunde): first we would like to have information on the current state of the capital.
(Receptionist): well, you have to know that last night, in the area of the imperial palace, there was a fight between beings of unimaginable power, the subsoil and most of the palace and buildings were disintegrated, however the victims are very few, among the missing there is also the Duchess and the emperor.
The real problems occurred after the clash between the supreme beings, it seems that in the combat the forbidden spell of higher level pandemonium was used, that is, the one that increases the rate of appearance of demons by about a thousand times, this has led to the generation of powerful demons capable of fighting on par with court wizards, the best adventurers in the world are now traveling to the capital, it is hoped that with a large number of magicians the pandemonium spell can be canceled.
Is there anything else you want to know?
(Chloe'mind '): Elizabeth and Isabel are in danger!
(Fredegunde'mind '): Maybe we should return to the capital by teleportation ... however I believe that court wizards and a large number of high-level adventurers are enough to seal the pandemonium, it would be a problem if it were an even more powerful spell ...
(Alice): So what do we do?
(Helen): between undead and demons I prefer the latter ...
(Adallinda): I think Chloe should decide ...
(Sybille): I'm afraid! I don't want to find myself in the midst of enemies of this power!
Sybille was really scared, in all her long life she had never seen demons or undead, she was about to leak into her panties but she surprisingly managed to hold back.
(Chloe): if the Duchess is missing there is no reason why we cannot return to the capital, thanks to our strength we will finish the mission quickly and return here to continue our journey, how long does it take to reach the capital?
(Helen): Sybille if I go to the capital you must come too otherwise our blisters will be ruined forever!
(Sybille): but I'm afraid!
(Helen): how can you fear a bit of enemies ... we are an extremely powerful group!
(Fredegunde): with the teleportation the magic of the flight we could arrive in about 1 day, if we go horseback riding it will take less than 5 days while on foot it will take us about 15 days, I propose to use the flight, even if once you arrive I will have need multiple potions to recover magical power ... Sybille, you are a fairy princess, your magical power is remarkable but if compared to mine it is a blade of grass in a field, I will take care of protecting you, please come with us so that Helen also comes and together we can protect the innocent citizens of the capital!
(Sybille): ... okay, however I want a reward!
(Fredegunde): what kind of reward?
(Sybille): I'll tell you at the end of the mission, but I want you to accept my request!
(Fredegunde'mind '): what could this fairy want?
(Fredegunde): okay, I will accept any of your requests, thanks for agreeing to come with us!
(Chloe): thanks Sybille, you will help me save my sisters, I don't know how to thank you!
Sybille blushes slightly
(Sybille): there is no need to thank me, it is enough for the sorceress to accept my request.
(Helen): okay, so we decided to accept the request!
(Receptionist): agree, this is a part of the payment in advance, at the end of the mission in any branch of the guild by submitting the necessary documents you can get the remaining part of the reward, now you just have to register your group to the mission and then you I will be able to deliver the confidential information and documents of the mission, write the name of the group in the registration below.
The girls registered with Helen's name since their group did not have a name, took the 25 gold coins for payment, took the file, then bought spare linen, food and drinks and finally left the guild branch .
~ glrrr ~
(Fredegunde'mind '): it's starting to get annoying ...
Fredegunde felt the gas build up in his bowels, Adallinda's potion was taking effect, probably within a short time Fredegunde would have had to find a bathroom or change his panties.
(Adallinda): it's almost evening, what do we want to do? Shall we leave now or in the morning?
(Helen): I propose to go eat at an inn and then spend the night.
(Chloe): I support the idea, we can't go save the capital if we're tired or hungry, let's go relax!
The girls went to the only inn in the village, The Silvery Owl, there they ate and rushed 2 rooms for the night with only 15 silver coins, the inn also had a magic bath but the use cost 1 gold coin per person it was obviously too high a price for a simple visit to the bathroom.
The inn also offered free meals for those who rented a room, so the girls decided to go for a meal by the evening.
~ phhffffssst ~
As the girls ate and drank sitting at the coffee table, a warm silent fart made its way under Fredegunde's skirt.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I have to release more gas if I want to postpone my visit to the bathroom ...
The girls continued to eat and Fredegunde continued to release gas under her skirt keeping it hidden with a spell that imprisoned the malevolent air and isolated the noise, obviously Fredegunde was very flushed from the situation and the fact that she did not eat anything was also suspect, but nobody said anything about her until the end of dinner.
(Chloe): big sister, you can accompany me in the woods ... you see I'm very tired and tomorrow we will have to wake up early ... so I wanted to pee before going to our rooms ...
Chloe said it while moving slightly, unlike Fredegunde he had drunk a lot more and therefore even if his bladder was bigger now he had to go with more urgency.
(Alice): I will accompany you, I must also go ....
(Chloe): thanks Alice, does anyone else want to join?
(Adallinda): I think it can keep you company, come on.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it's not fair! Okay if it empties I'll fill it!
Fredegunde thought so as a sparkle pervaded his eyes and a smile appeared on his face, a smile that was immediately interrupted by a strong impulse to fart.
(Fredegunde): I don't need a bathroom, I go to my room.
(Helen): wait for me, I'm coming too.
(Sybille'mind '): I start to feel the need to pee! Obviously Helen doesn't need to know ...
Now a smiling grin also appeared on Sybille's face.
The girls parted, Fredegunde and Helen went to the room while Alice, Chloe and Adallinda went to water the flowers.
They met in their rooms after about ten minutes.
Helen was already asleep still dressed, Chloe undressed remaining in underwear, Alice did the same and Adallinda followed them, Fredegunde in the meantime was still lying still dressed on the bed but now she was wearing cursed panties.
Alice and Chloe went to Helen's room and fell asleep after a few minutes.
Now only Adallinda, Fredegunde and Sybille remained awake, the latter being outside on the roof of the inn.
(Sybille'mind '): I think I have reached my limit!
~ psss ~
(Sybille'mind '): it's coming out!
~ hisssssssssss ~
A hiss could hardly be heard as the stream of urine fell from Sybille's skirt.
(Sybille'mind '): wow it's too good a feeling!
Sybille began to touch her pussy by rubbing the palm of her hand on her soaked panties, she would have continued for hours if sleep hadn't hit her.
~ hisssssssssssssssss ~
The strong bounty hunter was also wetting the bed.
Fredegunde and Adallinda paid no attention to the hiss coming from the other room, now their looks and all the other senses were concentrated on each other, in particular Adallinda was strongly attracted by the red panties of the archimage, they were in their own way beautiful and the sight of Fredegunde in that particular lingerie was enough to make her pussy viscous and wet with her sweet juices.
(Fredegunde): so, are you satisfied with the group we formed?
Adallinda taken by surprise by a question stopped looking at the sorceress's panties and snapped back.
(Adallinda): it is still early to say ... but I believe that if I stay with you I will be able to endure any adversity ...
Fredegunde blushed bright red
(Fredegunde): I also think that if we stay together the trip will be more pleasant ...
Adallinda also blushed slightly seeing that perhaps Fredegunde was probably returning his feelings.
(Fredegunde): You know Adallinda ... I think you do
~ grrrgggllle ~
Fredegunde was interrupted by a gurgling and excruciating pain in the bowels.
(Adallinda): it looks like someone here has to go ...
Adallinda smiled smugly
(Fredegunde): I've been dying to have a shit all day ...
(Adallinda): How about starting again from where we left off this morning? However, the parts seem to have reversed.
(Fredegunde): it seems like a great idea.
(Fredegunde'mind '): But it's not true that the roles have reversed.
The two approach one another and after looking each other in the eyes exchanged a kiss, then another and then a deeper and more passionate one.
During the kisses Fredegunde rubbed his hands on the elf's breast and through physical contact released more fart into his body.
~ fffrraaaaasp ~
A dry fart came out of Adallinda's ass.
(Fredegunde): it seems to me that the roles are the same as this morning, do you have to go by chance?
Adallinda blushed intensely
Fredegunde sent a considerable amount of poop to the elf's bowels.
~ glurrrg ~
~ pffffrrrt ~
~ phbbrrrrt ~
(Adallinda'mind '): it is not possible! A second ago I did not even have the slightest bloating of the stomach ... now that I think about it again this morning I had to go suddenly and then Fredegunde did not get free in a whole day despite the slight laxative ...
(Adallinda): Listen to me, normally I wouldn't ask for such a thing but I think you're using a spell to make me want to pee or release gas, is that the truth?
(Fredegunde'mind '): he discovered me ... shit!
The two stopped talking and moved away from each other always maintaining a strong eye contact.
(Fredegunde): I assure you that I don't know such a magic, but I must confess that I used an object to transfer my needs to you ... don't hate me for this please!
Fredegunde felt guilty for doing such a thing without asking for consent, in the morning she would never have thought that the elf would join her and therefore had fun as she could, but now she had to admit that she had a strong attraction for Adallinda and he believed he shouldn't have done this to her as exciting as it was, or at least he should have asked for consent to his crush.
(Adallinda): I don't hate you ... in fact I think I love you!
Both become silent and blushed very much.
(Fredegunde) you say ... seriously? You know too, I think you're so pretty ...
The two hugged each other tightly for a good few minutes.
(Adallinda): so what is this object with such interesting powers?
(Fredegunde): you have had it so far under your gaze.
Fredegunde pointed to the cursed panties.
(Adallinda): Are you serious? Isn't that ... would you let me try?
(Fredegunde): you really want to see me naked is it?
Adallinda blushed scarlet red
(Adallinda'mind '): of course I want to see you naked ... I just admitted that I like you ... also I wouldn't mind getting paid for the humiliation this morning, it would be really exciting ...
(Fredegunde): okay.
Fredegunde got out of bed and pulled off her panties exposing her shaved pussy to the now really excited elf, but when she took them off completely she felt her needs grow exponentially, she was on the verge of a complete loss then she crossed her legs and made a few hops until he regained complete control.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I almost lost control ... it seems that cursed panties have an effect that I didn't know ... an effect that helps hold back ... who knows what other secrets they hide ...
(Adallinda): are you okay?
(Fredegunde): yes, I just have to go ... wear them now.
Adallinda stopped five seconds to admire Fredegunde's body, took the belt of her panties and took them off, then excitedly took the red panties that Fredegunde had previously worn.
(Adallinda): wow it's an incredible feeling, I feel the power flowing in me.
(Fredegunde): I'm glad you like them.
(Adallinda): so how did you say they are used?
(Fredegunde): I think if you used them on me right now I'm going to poop and pee myself instantly ...
(Adallinda): from how you bounce on the spot I think it will happen in a very short time anyway.
(Fredegunde): not true! I am able to hold back longer than you did this morning.
(Adallinda): this morning I had you who used these panties against me and also tickled me while I was tied so we are not talking about the same conditions.
(Fredegunde): I still have to go all day ...
(Adallinda): hold back, you are not a child, you are the archimage!
Anyway I'm not going to use them for now, I want to pick up where we left off.
Adallinda threw Fredegunde onto the bed and kissed her as she ran around with her fingertips rubbing her full bladder, then slowly applied pressure.
Fredegunde wanted to tell her that she was about to lose but she was too involved in the kiss and also the feeling that the pressure was giving her was too pleasant.
Adallinda stopped putting pressure on her bladder and started sucking on the sorceress's nipple while with her other hand she spread her wet pussy with excitement, the elf decided to gently insert 2 fingers into Fredegunde's wet flower and to rub slowly, Fredegunde was unable to refrain from moaning and began to massage the elf's breasts herself, after a while Fredegunde was on the verge of orgasm, Adallinda managed to understand it and when she saw that she was about to come she filled the sorceress's bladder with all her pee that she had in her body and even if she had gone to water the flowers recently it was still enough to make Fredegunde lose control that he began to empty his bladder
(Fredegunde): is going out!
A high pressure jet came out of the sorceress but was interrupted by Adallinda who put her finger on the exit of the urethra, with the other hand touched her clitoris and Fredegunde came out splashing in the hands of the elf who at this point removed her finger of the urethra and consequently a river of golden pee flooded the bed.
(Fredegunde): ... it was wonderful
(Adallinda): I didn't hurt you, did I?
(Fredegunde): absolutely not, you were fantastic, I had never enjoyed so much.
~ grrrglle ~
(Fredegunde): I have to go to the bathroom now!
(Adallinda): wait ... now it's your turn ...
(Fredegunde): If I don't go now it will be difficult to clean the bed even with magic ...
Adallinda then took off her cursed panties and handed them to the sorceress.
(Adallinda): don't go, if you really can't resist you can lighten up inside me ...
Fredegunde's eyes widened with the proposal and a grin appeared on her face.
(Fredegunde): if you really insist.
The two naked hours moved to the other bed as there was a huge amount of pee in the first.
As soon as you lay down Fredegunde put a good part of his poop in Adalinda's bowels, the elf writhes a little for the sudden change of fullness but then she recovered and the two launched into a warm and deep kiss while the sorceress with one hand began to passionately fingering Adallinda's pussy.
(Adallinda'mind): sublime!
Adallinda was about to come and Fredegunde understood it then decided to move to afalinda's feet and with two hands she rubbed gently but very quickly between the elf's legs.
(Adallinda): I'm cumming!
A cry of pleasure was issued by Adallinda who was unable to control herself, the two lay down embracing one another and then a truly satisfied smile crept into their faces.
(Fredegunde): Did you like it?
(Adallinda): yes, I would like it to continue forever!
At that exact moment the door handle started to turn.
~ frrfrt ~
~ prffrrt ~
~ prrfflorrrt ~
Fredegunde stopped the passage of time as soon as he noticed the movement of the handle and consequently lost control of his bowels.
(Fredegunde'mind '): luckily it's not Chloe, with her mother's ring she wouldn't have been affected by the spell.
Fredegunde stopped to look at the figure of Alice.
(Fredegunde'mind '): she was probably awakened by the noisy noises ...
Fredegunde cleaned the mess she had made, dried her pee and dressed herself and Adallinda in clean clothes, then put the elf to bed and finally removed all odors from the air and went to sleep herself.
(Alice): all right?
(Adallinda'mind '): what happened? Didn't Alice see anything? Thank god! Did Fredegunde use any incredible spells?
Alice was a little surprised to find nothing strange and therefore after no one answered she decided to go to bed again.
With telepathy, Fredegunde explained to Adallinda what he had done and the two, bitter about not being able to continue, fall asleep, Adallinda with her bowels still full and Fredegunde completely empty.
The following morning the first one to wake up was Helen, she was literally shocked by the huge pool in which she was, she knew no magic and had no object to dry such a quantity of urine, obviously it was not her fault but Sybille's fault , but still she felt humiliated and childish and would never have wanted anyone to see the state of the bed and her clothes.
(Helen'mind '): what a humiliation ... that incontinent fairy could at least wake me up before going to bed to empty herself together ... now the others will see me like this, it's too embarrassing ... my clothes are more humid that if I jumped into a lake, so smelly and so sticky, I have to find a way to hide everything and possibly take a bath ... maybe the fairy knows some spell.
Helen looked for Sybille but didn't see her anywhere, had fallen asleep on the roof after having reached the summit of pleasure several times.
After not finding Sybille anywhere, Helen decided to admit that she had got wet and accept any teasing or humiliations but could not resist staying in soaked and sticky clothes then went down to the inn entrance to ask where she could clean up.
The second to wake up was Chloe, it was surprisingly dry.
(Chloe'mind '): unbelievable, I've been bathing the sheets for almost a year ... maybe I'm dreaming, thinking about it doesn't seem to me that I had nightmares, that it is thanks to the courage given to me by my mother?
Chloe got dressed and went outside to pee.
Alice had dreamed of being hidden in an empty barrel on a cart while being robbed by bandits who among other things took the barrel in which she was hidden, now she dreamed of being in their lair surrounded by bandits who shared the booty and the thing worst is that he had to damn pee, suddenly he didn't hold it anymore and he lost control, the roaring noise attracted the attention of the bandits who opened the lid and then Alice awoke with a start, first she felt reassured by the fact that it was of a dream but then felt a suspicious warmth expanding.
(Alice): No!
It took all his willpower to tighten the bladder muscles but the black panties were soaked and there was a small wet machine on the bed.
Alice was struggling with both hands buried between the legs, did not have the courage to get out of bed because he thought that if he did he would lose control, while thinking about how he could get out of the unhappy situation he felt himself losing a spray , then another and yet another.
(Alice): no! is coming out!
Alice when she realized that it was too late by now jumped out of bed and once on the ground the urethra opened creating a waterfall from her panties, she tried to run but cost that she would have done nothing but a wet trail in the inn decided to crouch and let go on the spot.
Once the piss was over, Alice took off her panties and put them to dry and then dried herself, finally went back to bed pretending that nothing ever happened and hoping that the fault lies with someone else, once in bed he noticed that neither Chloe and Helen were present and wondered where they could go, he also grudgingly saw that the bed where Chloe had slept was dry unlike his and also noticed the extreme soaking of Helen's mattress.
Meanwhile Sybille had also woken up, her clothes were particularly wet partly from the morning dew and partly from the pee in which she had slept, so she decided to dry herself with magic and go to the girls' rooms to see if they were awake and to see the current state of Helen and her bed which was definitely wet.
Adallinda and Fredegunde slept soundly with a smile on their face due to happy dreams.
(Helen): good morning, is there a bath tub?
(Innkeeper): yes, on the back we have a tank, it must be filled with water from the well and then heated, usually the first one that needs it fills it for everyone, this morning as it is still early the tank is still empty, I hope you will fill in for the others too, thanks in advance.
The innkeeper saw the state of the clothes of the woman in front of her and smiled.
(Locandiera'mind '): he definitely had an accident, probably while he was sleeping, which means he has to pay the commission!
(Helen): thank you very much, so I'm going.
The bounty hunter started to turn around while very embarrassed.
(Innkeeper): wait a second, by chance the reason why you need a bathroom has to do with the fact that you had an accident?
(Helen'mind '): it would have been strange if he hadn't noticed ...
(Helen): yes, sorry for the mattress, now I'm going to wash myself before my companions wake up.
(Innkeeper): stop! He has to pay compensation for wetting the bed, it's 10 gold coins!
The innkeeper increased the figure tenfold because she had the feeling that the woman in front of her could afford much more.
(Helen): are you crazy? 10 gold coins to wash a mattress?
(Innkeeper): I don't think you used the bathroom yesterday, you overestimated your skills and now you have to pay! Or would you rather ask your friends for money?
Helen was amazed at the innkeeper's determination.
(Helen): Will my friends find out anyway, however where is it written that I have to use the bathroom? What if you had gone to eternity? Anyway why do I have to pay a similar amount? It makes no sense, take this and be silent!
Helen gave the innkeeper a gold coin
(Innkeeper): woman, maybe we didn't understand each other, pay me or else I'll report you to the guards!
You have to pay because you have signed the lease of the rooms, and it says that if the bed gets wet, the inn must be compensated according to the circumstances and for a maximum amount of 10 gold coins!
The innkeeper made Helen read a document signed by Fredegunde.
(Helen'mind '): how much insistence!
Helen read the whole sheet and her anger went up.
(Helen): you have chosen the wrong person for these scams, it is clear that this document does not declare that I have to pay the maximum amount and this because I did not mess up on the bed, I only peed, also I did not try to hide anything and I paid immediately, I can't even be fined and that gold coin is more than enough as a refund, now I'm going to take a bath.
(Helen'mind '): luckily I managed to stay calm.
(Innkeeper): ok, for now I accept it, there is no need to get angry, if however when I clean up the room I will realize that you lied to me then I will call the guards!
(Helen): do as you please.
Helen took a huge barrel and filled it with water, thanks to her strength she was able to fill the tub in less than 10 minutes, the problem now was to heat it, but fortunately Chloe also wanted to take a bath and then reached her.
(Chloe'mind '): had an accident ... will it be the fault of the curse?
(Chloe): Do you need help?
(Helena): yes, do you know a way to heat the tub? Taken from the heat I filled with cold water and now I don't know how to heat it ...
(Chloe): no problem, give me a minute and we can enjoy a hot bath.
Chloe warms the water until it gives off a warm and comfortable value, the bounty hunter removed her clothes and entered the tub.
(Helen): aaaaaaaah thanks Chloe, it's really relaxing.
(Chloe): Glad you like it, wait for me to come in.
Chloe took off her clothes and put her foot in the water.
(Chloe): Owwww! Scotta! Scotta!
For the sudden burn a drop of pee trickled between Chloe's legs.
(Helen): all right baby Chloe?
(Chloe): yes! Alright...
(Helen): why don't you come in then?
(Chloe'mind '): how does it stay immersed? The water is definitely too hot!
(Chloe): I'm going in!
Chloe quickly immersed herself in the tub, enduring the heat without showing pain but only a smile, she didn't want to show weakness to who would go to train her.
(Helen'mind '): wow, I didn't think a little girl entered the hot water ... she probably used some magic.
(Helen): aah it's so relaxing! Thanks for helping me with the bathroom, to repay me I will not be hard on training, at least at the beginning of course.
(Chloe): I'm happy to help you, but I don't need you to go easy on me, in fact I would like to learn as fast as possible!
(Helen): as you wish ...
Sybille entered the bedroom window and immediately flew to Helen's bed, found the sheet and mattress completely soaked.
(Sybille): she didn't even try to hide ... who knows where she went and Chloe isn't there too, I think she can rest a little more then.
Sybille fell asleep on Chloe's dry bed.
Fredegunde woke up immediately afterwards, the panties and the bed were slightly wet, but not with peeing, probably Fredegunde had become very excited in her sleep.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I'm dry, this is new, I have to go though!
Fredegunde got out of bed and picked up a night blue dress from the ultra-dimensional warehouse.
~ bbrrraaphffff ~
Fredegunde turned in surprise, the sound came from Adallinda's bed, after all the elf had received part of the load of the sorceress in her bowels and added to her hours she really had to go, but she continued to sleep.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I only hope that he will not have a messy accident on her bed ... even though it would be nice to the view ...
Fredegunde changed her underwear into a pair of blue panties and bra, put on the rest of her clothes and went out to empty herself hoping to find a nice surprise on her return.
On his way out he smiled smiling at Helen's completely drenched bed and the puddle in front of the door.
Fredegunde came down the stairs of the inn and felt leaked, immediately put a hand between his legs and stopped.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I have to hurry, there was little missing!
Fredegunde limped out of the inn and attracted the innkeeper's attention who was initially banned but then decided to make his move.
(Innkeeper): lady, are you feeling well? Should he use the bathroom? The price is 1 gold coin!
(Fredegunde'mind '): fuck! What does this woman want?
(Fredegunde): I'm fine, I just wanted to get some fresh air in the early morning!
As the archmage asserted this confidently a dribbling warmed her panties and a slow drip trickled down her right leg.
(Innkeeper): it is clear that you need the bathroom, now she is not stupid and you pay for her needs.
(Fredegunde): okay, I have to go and water the flowers, so what? You have no right to tell me where to do it !, now move and let me out!
The innkeeper stepped between her and the door
(Innkeeper): if the guards saw you pee in public, the fine would be higher than a gold coin, so I'm just helping you, then as long as you're in the inn I command, and then it is customary to use the bathroom of the inn, now hurry up, if you have an accident you will have to pay the compensation fee!
Fredegunde became angry at the inn's words, but then smiled
(Fredegunde): What if I told you that the one who will have an accident is you?
(Innkeeper): don't be silly, I don't even have to go, I don't advise you to waste time joking, know that I could think of increasing the due compensation for the compensation since you insist on postponing the visit to the bathroom!
(Fredegunde'mind '): Okay, you deserved it.
Fredegunde activated the mind control magic.
(Fredegunde): Can you hear me?
(Innkeeper): yes!
(Fredegunde): I am your mistress and from now on you will obey my every order or request ok?
(Innkeeper): yes!
(Fredegunde): well, from now on you won't ask for any more money to use the bathroom, did we understand each other?
(Innkeeper): yes!
(Fredegunde): well, from tonight you will start to wet the bed and every time someone close to you will say the word "pee" then you will piss on whatever you are doing!
(Innkeeper): yes!
(Fredegunde): ok then wake up!
The archimage snapped his fingers and the innkeeper came out of his trance.
(Fredegunde): how are you lady?
(Innkeeper): well, I just feel a little shaken ...
(Fredegunde): Can you tell me where the bathroom is? I really need to pee.
~ pssssssssshhh ~
A puddle of steaming urine formed under the innkeeper.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I almost lost sight but it worked!
(Innkeeper): excuse me, I don't know how it happened ... the bathroom is at the end of the corridor to its right ... these are the keys, now I'm sorry but I need clean clothes ...
The innkeeper went to change and Fredegunde limped to the bathroom door with both hands planted between her legs, with all his willpower and self-control he managed to insert the key and open the door, but once inside the release began, first one spray then another, then another.
(Fredegunde): no!
With a waterfall falling between her legs, the sorceress lifted her dress and sat down without bothering to remove the blue panties that were now dark blue and she found relief by letting go.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it went badly ... however the feeling is still very pleasant ...
After half a minute of continuous flow, the archimage wanted to rub her pussy a little through her wet panties but did not do it because she wanted more to see the state of Adallinda, then after a spell of total cleaning and a quick drying she returned to the room.
Meanwhile Sybille had woken up in the room with a strong urge to pee, but now that she loved this new and unknown sensation she absolutely did not want to let her out and then she curled up in Chloe's bed, instead Aloce had fallen asleep again and Adallinda slept releasing every now and then gas.
Chloe and Helen were still in the tub which now had a more acceptable temperature.
(Helen): ok, I think it's time to get out of the tub.
(Chloe): why? right now that the temperature is perfect ... we will go with the magic of flying anyway ...
(Helen): because I don't want to travel too late, even if we will travel by flying I think people are dying from demons, I want to prevent the unjust deaths of the innocent! You too should have good reasons to return quickly to the capital right?
(Chloe): you're right! I have to save my stepsisters!
(Helen): remember to keep your goals focused before the fun, now let's go!
(Chloe): yes!
The two got up but when Helen was about to leave ...
~ psshhh ~
~ piddle-paddle ~
(Chloe): Helen?
The bounty hunter's face turned red, she didn't feel the slightest go but she had lost a significant jet nonetheless.
(Helen): it's all right ...
(Helen'mind '): how is it possible? Ah, right! That fairy! But that means ...
~ pssssssssshhh ~
Just then Sybille lost her grip on Chloe's bed and as a result Helen's urethra also opened, making Chloe hear a hissing and splashing sound.
(Chloe): ahahaha, sorry but your face is really comic right now ...
(Helen): don't look! It's not my fault! It's obviously that curse fairy!
(Chloe): I guess not because Sybille explained to me that her curse suddenly makes her wet but you lost before a full release ... so don't accuse poor Sybille who is now having an accident because of you!
Helen was completely blown away, did not know how to fight back and therefore simply decided to get dressed in silence and go out.
(Helen): take my bag in the room please and tell the others that I will wait for you for the departure.
(Chloe): it will be a pleasure, in a little while.
Meanwhile Fredegunde had gone back to her room and was now in front of Adallinda not knowing whether to wake her up or not, she was forbidden.
(Fredegunde'mind '): I would love to help you clean up from an accident ... but I don't even want to be the cause, I decided, I will wake you up!
While the sorceress was about to gently shake the sleeping elf ....
~ bbrrrraappt ~
~ ffrrrt ~
~ flooort ~
Poor Adallinda lost control and released her bowels on the bed.
~ hssssssssshhh ~
Now even a hiss could be easily audible.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it's as if a wish of mine has come true!
After a little sniffing and contemplation, Fredegunde decided to wake her up.
(Fredegunde): hey babe, I think it's time to wake up!
(Adallinda): ...
(Fredegunde): hey, I think you need cleaning.
(Adallinda): ... good morning ... clean myself? Why?
(Fredegunde): I think you had an accident ...
Adallinda unconsciously put her hand on her lower back and felt a foreign body in her panties, accompanied by an unpleasant smell and great humidity.
(Adallinda): I ... I ... I don't believe it!
Fredegunde was both terribly excited and sorry for the elf.
(Fredegunde): don't worry, now I will help you clean up and I assure you that I won't tell anyone.
(Adallinda): do you promise?
(Fredegunde): of course, now get up.
(Adallinda): ok ...
Adallinda removed the blanket and let the archimage see the size of her accident.
Adallinda's poor panties were slightly lowered due to the heavy load and Fredegunde could not help smiling.
(Adallinda): you could help me with magic quickly ... it's embarrassing and I absolutely don't want to be seen like that.
Fredegunde nodded and started casting spells to make the dirt of Adallinda and her bed disappear, of course always with a small smile.
(Adallinda'mind): I'm glad that only Fredegunde saw me like this ... I only wonder if it's not his work ... he's smiling if I'm not mistaken ...
Fredegunde finished cleaning everything in the room and Adallinda got dressed.
(Fredegunde): I hope that in the future we can have fun together like last night ...
(Adallinda): I too would like ...
The sorceress and the elf blushed.
(Fredegunde): well now it's time to leave, are you ready to fly?
(Adallinda): yes, I can't wait, yesterday it scared me at the beginning but I think flying is fantastic, let's go!
(Fredegunde'mind '): who knows if the others are ready to go.
The elf and the sorceress went to the communicating room.
(Chloe): Good morning big sister! Good morning Adallinda!
(Fredegunde): Good morning Chloe, did you wake up dry? I see that you have already prepared yourself, are you impatient to return to save the citizens of the capital?
Chloe blushed at Fredegunde's question.
(Chloe): big sister! Don't ask me these things in front of the others ... however completely dry!
And yes, I want to go see how my stepsisters are doing.
(Fredegunde): well, we will leave very soon.
(Adallinda): Goodmorning Chloe, it's time to wake these sleepyheads! Where's Helen anyway?
(Chloe): it's already out waiting for us, now I wake up Alice and Sybille and then we can leave.
(Chloe): big sister, could you clean the beds with magic? I don't want the innkeeper to find out.
(Fredegunde): I agree.
(Fredegunde'mind '): it would seem that only Helen had an accident ... however that puddle in front of the door ...
Fredegunde looked around and saw Alice's clothes on the chair, recognized a pair of wet black panties among them, they were undoubtedly Alice's.
(Fredegunde'mind '): so she was after all.
Fredegunde wiped the puddle, the beds except Chloe's who thought she was dry and Alice's black panties.
(Chloe): great sister job! Now if you want you can go down to eat something for breakfast, I'm not hungry, I'll take care of it here.
(Adallinda): sounds good, come on!
(Fredegunde): ok I'll take you, Chloe hurry, we must leave as soon as possible, I would like to get to the capital before it gets dark.
(Chloe): okay!
The sorceress and the elf went down to the ground floor of the inn and went for breakfast.
(Chloe): wake up Alice! We have to leave and you have to prepare.
(Alice): ... yes, I am awake, here I am getting dressed.
Alice jumped out of bed still naked after putting her panties to dry and causing Chloe to blush slightly and looked away.
Alice dressed and marveled at the speed of drying the panties and the puddle, hoping that the latter had not been cleaned by one of them and that no one would ask her questions.
Chloe took Helen's bag and then it was ready.
(Chloe): are you ready to fly?
(Alice): it scares me a little but at the same time it attracts me, besides I can't wait to kill some demon!
(Chloe): that's what they say! Here we go!
(Alice): yes!
The two went out and reunited with Adallinda and Fredegunde, once the four drank together and all but Chloe ate something.
Meanwhile in the room Sybille got up from Chloe's bed, who now had a car of small directions due to his half-intentional accident. The fairy wiped and dried the bed too and then went out the window to find Helen impatient to leave.
(Sybille): good morning Helen, did you sleep well?
(Helen): yes but not thanks to you ...
Sybille expected a more angry and severe reaction, did not understand the reason but it was fine.
The highs finished breakfast and all gathered outside the inn after greeting the innkeeper and taking food and water in case of need.
Chloe gave the bag to Helen and then Fredegunde started talking.
(Fredegunde): I can see that you are all ready, now I will explain what the plan is, to begin with I tell you that for a magician there are three different ways to fly, the first is the perfect one, or telekinesis, with it you it loses little magical power, it is the easiest to control and the fastest, however it cannot be used simultaneously on multiple objects, or at least I am not capable of it.
The second way is to completely cancel the gravity of your body and use the magic of the wind to move around, this is the way we will use it.
(Alice'mind '): and the third way?
(Adallinda): I'm ready to go, shall we go?
(Chloe): yes, let's go and save the capital!
(Helen): I'm ready, but first I would like to know how long you think it will take to get to your destination and also what road you think you are going.
(Fredegunde): it's a difficult question, I think in 12 hours we will have to do it, the distance is about 600 miles, I intend to pass traveling at a height slightly above the top of the trees and following the shortest way thanks to my clairvoyance spell .
(Helen): just as I thought, I do not recommend this, if we go directly to the capital with the shortest way, it means that we will have to pass over the valley of the dragons.
(Fredegunde): so what? They won't attack us so easily, my ring will keep away wyverns and minor dragons, and I doubt that we will be attacked by a higher or worse dragon.
(Helen): as you prefer, I have no more questions, we can go.
(Adallinda): I have a question, how do you think you can use the magic of the wind on all of us simultaneously and in coordination?
(Fredegunde): it's simple, I will lock ourselves all in a magical platform and use magic to move the platform and not each of us individually.
(Sybille): so you will also save a good amount of magic power right?
(Fredegunde): exactly.
(Chloe): are we leaving then?
(All): yes!
Fredegunde created a large magical platform under the party, had a hemispherical shape with a flat floor, then eliminated the gravity of the so-called sphere and with an upward current made it reach beyond the height of the inn, then with the magic of clairvoyance he saw in in the distance the blue dot that indicated the position of the capital and with the magic of the wind began to move the platform and Alice frightened felt a small heat indicating that it had slightly leaked into her panties, consequently she blushed a little hoping that no one would notice.
(Alice): I don't want us to fall from such a height ...
(Fredegunde): quiet, I'm not a beginner.
Even Chloe and Adallinda who were frightened after reaching cruising speed relax, Helen closed her eyes and went into a light sleep while Sybille began to feel the urge to pee again and went to sit in a corner with her legs crossed not wanting anyone to notice her while enjoying the restraint.
Half an hour passed and the girls entered the valley of the dragons, there was little vegetation and most of the soil was full of holes of all sizes and rocks of all colors, it was certainly a tempting place for adventurers but still a place too dangerous to be explored, every now and then Fredegunde could see a dragon that however quickly moved away once it entered the radius of action of the magic ring of the archimage. However if someone had looked up high you could see a shadow above the clouds that followed the girls' platform,
Helen woke up after about ten minutes.
(Helen): I see that we are already almost out of the valley of the dragons, we are traveling very quickly, if we continue like this we will arrive before sunset.
(Fredegunde): you are right but I estimated 12 hours calculating the breaks to recover my magic power, have a snack or go to the bathroom.
Sybille, who was about to lose the urge to go to the bathroom, lost a 3-second click in her panties, causing Helen to lose too.
(Helen'mind '): I just leaked ... how? I don't need to pee ...
Helen looked for Sybille who was already looking at her, and then.
~ pssssssssshhh ~
The bladder of the fairy and the bounty hunter empties completely.
Chloe and Alice started to giggle and Fredegunde got a little excited at the sight of Helen's face as she lost control without being able to do anything.
(Sybille'mind '): an accident is much better than Helen who finds out I can keep her ...
Helen's bladder even if not even at 20% of its capacity saturated Helen's previously yellowed white panties and then poured into the leather pants that did not help absorb anything and therefore a large puddle began to form which gradually expanded on the bottom perfectly magic platform plate.
(Chloe): big sister do something Helen's puddle is expanding across the platform!
Fredegunde wiped all the urine from the puddle and released the vapors from the platform to avoid smelling.
(Helen): fuck! It's not fair ... I know it's not your fault but please notify me when you're about to lose!
(Helen'mind '): now I have to stay with wet panties for the whole trip ... what a nuisance!
(Adallinda): it's not her fault ... if you want Sybille I can give you a potion that increases the size of your bladder and continence for a limited period of time, so at least more time will pass before I have to go again, be careful though since when the effect ends and the bladder narrows it is impossible to keep peeing ... I know from personal experience ...
Adallinda blushed and Fredegunde was aroused by feeling her pussy get slightly wet.
(Sybille): thank you, I accept with gratitude!
Sybille took the potion and drank it, Fredegunde also took the first magic recovery potion and drank it.
Now that the atmosphere was calmer and more relaxed, Helen immediately noticed a shadow following them from above the clouds.
(Helen): Shouldn't that ring fend off dragons?
(Fredegunde): exactly, I had the confirmation a little while ago why?
(Helen): I have the impression that something big has been following us for a while ...
(Fredegunde): really? Where is it?
(Helen): look up ...
Just as if waiting for that moment, the creature that followed them fell below the level of the new ones, it was an immense dragon of bluish color and numerous blue crystals sprouted on its skin, now all of a sudden the being emanated a strong aura of power and power, he was surely a very dangerous enemy.
(Fredegunde): ... we are in trouble is an elder sapphire dragon.
(Helen): I'm not a dragon expert, how bad is it?
(Fredegunde): as every mineral dragon takes on the properties and hardness of the mineral it feeds on when young, a sapphire dragon, in addition to being rare, is also incredibly powerful and this is even an elder dragon ...
In a few words it will be really difficult to defeat him, let's hope he won't attack us ...
(Helen): I told you not to go through this place!
(Fredegunde): I didn't think I would find such a being ... from what I have studied I know that the probability of meeting an elder dragon is very low, however it is not said that he attacks us!
After Fredegunde's words, the dragon descended to a height of about 150 meters (500 ft) from the magic platform and making itself visible in all its magnificence and grandeur.
~ pssssssssshhh ~
~ pssst ~
Now the dragon's aura of fear had touched extreme levels causing Alice to lose a 3-second jet that was now whitened by fear and she found a warm and wet feeling against her femininity.
the elf who had never seen a dragon before was not so lucky and completely lost by immersing the green dress with all her pee.
Helen and Sybille maintained control also thanks to their empty bladder, Chloe and Fredegunde instead were not influenced by the frightening aura thanks to their enchanted equipment.
(Helen): damn it! That thing is too big! Take us to the ground, it is clear that it has hostile intentions!
(Fredegunde): calm down, girls hold on tight, accelerate!
Fredegunde instantly multiplied the speed of the wind that pushed them.
The dragon that was following them was struck by this sudden increase in the speed of its target and tried to increase the speed, realizing that it could not reach the target emitted a strong roar for reasons still unknown.
(Chloe): big sister! it seems that you managed to sow it!
(Fredegunde): yes, I don't know how long it can maintain this speed ...
Fredegunde was breathing more heavily and took another potion to restore magical power again.
(Fredegunde'mind '): that verse is strange ... it doesn't seem to be angry, it's more like something else ... a call! I have a bad feeling ...
(Adallinda): I'm afraid, please get away as much as possible!
(Sybille): yes, please run away!
The elf and the fairy begged trembling to run away quickly.
(Fredegunde): what do you think he wants to do?
(Alice): Chloe ... I'm afraid.
(Chloe): you have nothing to fear Alice, the big sister and I will protect you!
Alice and Chloe took each other's hands comforting each other.
About a mile ahead in the direction where the girls proceeded, a woman with sapphire eyes and hair and dressed in a white dress with blue stones set was stationed just below the clouds as if she seemed to wait for the girls to arrive, when the platform the woman came closer and stopped floating and swooped.
The only ones who noticed her presence were the archimage thanks to her sensing magic and the bounty hunter with her developed instinct, but they realized it too late, with a second the woman was over the ball and with a fist he shattered it by precipitating all but Sybille and Fredegunde who could fly.
Chloe activated her ring and thanks to her divine armor she landed elegantly with Alice in her arms without feeling any pain.
(Chloe): Alice! Are you OK?
~ psssshhh ~
Alice's almost empty bladder emptied completely out of surprise and fear of sudden fall.
(Alice): thanks to you I'm fine ... but something tells me that I need new clothes ...
(Chloe): don't worry, I too almost lost control over the surprise, what was it anyway?
Meanwhile, Helen had taken Adallinda on the fly and with her physical skills they landed amortized, just on the ground, Helen immediately took the bow and began to look for the figure that had attacked them in the air.
The woman had immediately understood which of the girls represented a danger, obviously the archimage and therefore had attacked her first, but thanks to the physical enhancement and the magic of the flight Fredegunde dodged every blow that the woman had struck, which she left extremely surprised and happy to have found a strong opponent.
(Woman): hi sorceress, my name is Ervolzal, I hope to be satisfied with our fight!
(Fredegunde): I'm Fredegunde, why did you attack us, what do you want?
(Ervolzal): there is no time for questions, if you defeat me, an impossible thing for a human, I will be happy to answer your questions!
The woman immediately after stopping to speak struck a powerful punch against the archimage, which however did not hit her thanks to a spherical magic cage that wrapped Ervolzal at the last second, the barrier was the thickest that the archimage could do with so little time available but it seemed enough to imprison the woman.
(Fredegunde'mind '): there was little lack ... I have to be very careful ... I don't think it's human, but not even a demon, I don't know what it is but it's obvious that he wants to kill me, I can't even distract myself for a blink of an eye.
(Ervolzal): you are good, but you have no hope against me!
The woman threw a volley of powerful punches against the barrier, which however showed no sign of breaking, this gave Fredegunde to load the elemental ray, one of his strongest attack spells, as the element he chose lightning, this time it was not as against Helen, did not hold back in the least, wanted to win the clash pr
(Ervolzal'mind '): its magical power is truly impressive, creating such a strong barrier is incredible ... not that it scares me!
Ervolzal sent every magical particle of his body into his right hand and with a catastrophic punch shattered the cage, but Fredegunde had finished loading the elemental beam and immediately threw it against the woman.
(Ervolzal'mind '): oh shit ...
Ervolzal was unable to dodge and the biggest lightning bolt he had ever seen struck her directly and slammed her hard on the ground, she was now seriously injured but still alive.
~ psssssssssssssssshhh ~
~ sprrrpt ~
~ blllorrrrrpptpt ~
(Ervolzal): fuck!
A cascade of piss completely immersed the woman's dress and a muddy mess made its way out of her anus.
(Ervolzal'mind '): I have never been humiliated in my life! This sorceress enters our territory and makes me dirty alone! He will pay me!
Fredegunde thought for a moment that he had killed his opponent but still felt his presence, suddenly a huge accumulation of energy could be felt around the woman, Fredegunde immediately threw a volley of fireballs to permanently eliminate his opponent before he used that huge one amount of energy, unfortunately, even before the fireballs could reach Ervolzal, a blue light followed by the release of vapor enveloped the woman, and between the cloud a shadow expanded to become larger than the first dragon previously seen by the girls.
(Fredegunde'mind '): oh fuck! He was a dragon in human form ... with such power ... the situation has reversed, now my chances of victory are almost close to zero ... I just have to give up ...
The fireballs collide with Ervolzal's impenetrable skin and exploded, sweeping away the steam and showing the body of one of the strongest dragons ever.
(Ervolzal): I am Ervolzal, the third in command of the valley of dragons, The fullcrystal Blue! You insignificant human who dared to hurt me deserves suffering far worse than death!
The sapphire dragon completely released its frightening aura and prepared to launch its fire-breath.
~ psssssssssssssssss ~
Fredegunde was now terrified, she was shaking uncontrollably as a familiar warmth tickled her thighs and a steady stream fell from under her skirt.
(Ervolzal'mind '): now that I'm a dragon are you afraid? You are pathetic, now you die!
Ervolzal thought so as he saw Fredegunde motionless in midair while getting wet, she was still annoyed to be able to kill the woman before making her dirty herself like she did.
(Helen): Fredegunde! Move!
Helen saw the transformation of the dragon and then a Fredegunde motionless waiting for her own death and could not accept it, then she shouted to Fredegunde, took an arrow from the quiver and with her bow shot it in the open jaws of the dragon, slightly delaying her fire -breath and shaking the archmage's mind.
(Fredegunde'mind '): what am I doing! Accepting death so easily is stupid! Helen is here, in two we will kill this dragon!
(Ervolzal'mind '): ouch, that arrow hurts! But it doesn't matter, whoever launched it, I will think shortly after killing that annoying sorceress!
Ervolzal fired his powerful fire-breath making the figure of the archimage completely disappear in the fire.
(Helen): Nooooooooo!
Helen took more arrows and shot them in succession at the dragon, which however did not seem to care much.
(Ervolzal'mind '): pathetic! I had made myself a much higher expectation! I overestimated you, this is what you deserve after humiliating me! It burns!
After a few seconds the flames dissipated and there was no trace of Fredegunde.
(Ervolzal): Now it's your saucy archer turn!
(Fredegunde): not so infected!
(Helen): Fredegunde!
(Ervolzal): you amaze me again, I thought you had given up on my appearance, but I warn you, from now on I will be serious!
(Fredegunde): I don't ask for more!
Fredegunde said to Helen with her mind: "at some point I will hurt her badly, at that point you attach her with the sword to the head and wings, in the meantime use the arrows to distract her!".
The dragon rose in flight with a lightning bolt leaving huge craters where its four legs rested, quickly headed towards the position of the archmage and with a turnaround he tried to give her a shot of the tail enough to split the top of a mountain in half .
Fredegunde with a fluid movement avoided it and combining the magic of wind and fire created a vortex of flames that completely enveloped the dragon.
(Ervolzal): you can't hurt me with mediocre magic! And you can't dodge forever, you're only delaying your death!
Fredegunde loaded the elemental ray again, this time he maximized it by combining all the elements together and releasing an energy similar to that of a small sun, he felt emptied of magical power and consequently completely relaxed all the muscles by making drops come out of his bladder again and heating the panties again.
Ervolzal understood how powerful the magic that was about to be thrown at her was and then with a flapping of wings she dodged the vortex of flames and pounced on Fredegunde ready to tear it to pieces with her teeth and claws, just when the archimage a barrage of arrows was about to hit it hit the dragon's muzzle, which slowed it down for a few moments allowing Fredegunde to complete the preparation.
(Fredegunde): die!
(Ervolzal'mind '): oh fuck ...
A radiant and terribly incandescent beam struck the dragon's body in full, which cried out in pain as it crashed to the ground.
To cast such a powerful spell in such a short time, Fredegunde had to resort to using over-magic and for this reason he had now almost lost consciousness and was slowly floating towards the ground while trying with the little strength left to open a recovery potion and releasing some soreggia due to the effort.
(Ervolzal'mind '): damn it, I didn't even protect myself!
It will take a while to recover from such injuries!
Ervolzal was now slumped on the ground covered with burns, even the sapphire crystals on his skin had melted due to the high temperature.
(Helen): Now it's my turn!
Taking advantage of the dragon's momentary inability to move, she rushed to her body to do as the archmage had told her and cut off her wings.
(Ervolzal): no! Stop!
Ervolzal could do nothing and Helen stuck her sword into the dragon's shoulder and started to move it to cut the wings, letting fresh blood flow out and making the now defenseless mighty dragon heal and growl in pain.
however the sapphire dragon first met by the group appeared to save his master.
(Dragon): Lady Ervolzal, I will protect you!
The dragon with a consortium struck Helen who parried herself with the sword limiting the damage but still being swept away.
(Ervolzal): I know I said to leave the invaders to me, but you could have arrived a little earlier anyway ... look at this woman as she almost cut me off a wing ...
(Dragon): my lady, my master, forgive me, from now on I will protect you with my own life!
Ervolzal returned to human form and climbed on the dragon's back.
(Ervolzal): well, kill this woman while I recover my energy.
Now Ervolzal had no obvious wounds in her human form but she was truly weakened, she could not fight or transform for at least a few hours and unless she was treated with a powerful spell it would take her at least half a day to fully recover her strength.
(Dragon): it will be an honor to fight with Lady Ervolzal on the shoulders!
The dragon rushed to Helen, who elegantly dodged the blow of the tail and tried to cut the side of the dragon, unfortunately his sword did not manage to pierce the robust sapphire scales of the dragon, before it had only succeeded thanks to the immensely powerful Fredegunde's magic, but now the sorceress was nowhere to be seen and therefore had to do it alone, for a while she continued to dodge trying to attack with a sword and a bow, but after a few minutes she was tired and in a moment of distraction she was hit by a dragon's claw, she cut her chain mail in mithril and cut the flesh on her side causing a considerable amount of blood to escape, then a tail hit her making her moan in pain and fly and then land on the ground rolling and crashing against a boulder.
(Helen'mind '): why do we have to face two such powerful dragons ... if only Fredegunde were here ... no! I can't count on her, she defeated the biggest threat, compared to Ervolzal this dragon is child's play, I refuse to die like that!
(Ervolzal): great job, now finish it!
(Dragon): yes!
The dragon flew over Helen and prepared to launch her fire-breath, Helen then tried to get up but could not.
(Helen'mind '): I think I have some fractures, for just a simple tail I can't move, what humiliation, I don't deserve to live, I'm weak, I can't compare myself to Fredegunde ...
The dragon released the fire-breath.
(Helen'mind '): it's over for me ...
~ sssptprlrlrrt ~
~ bllort ~
Helen closed her eyes now resigned to the inevitable and releasing her bowels filling the white panties with a semisolid mush.
but when the fire was about to swallow her a figure wearing full golden armor jumped in front of her and deflected the flames without hesitation, she had a flowing red hair that was not affected in the slightest by the fire, she was only a child but now she gave off a powerful aura that would make anyone feel safe, it was Chloe.
(Chloe): sorry I'm late, we had to defeat five lesser sapphire dragon, now we're going to help you.
Three knives and a burst of ice flakes were thrown respectively by Alice and Sybille precisely against the dragon's muzzle.
(Chloe): Adallinda! I need a health potion!
(Adallinda): I have something better.
Adallinda handed Helen a rainbow potion that shone with its own light, the bounty hunter took it without hesitation and once she drank she felt the energies return with interests.
(Helen): This stuff is fantastic!
Helen got up, took the sword and rushed at full speed against the dragon, regardless of the hot mass that at each step left her panties to drain them from the holes in the leather pants, now she wanted to cut those sapphire scales even at the cost of breaking the own sword.
(Chloe): wait, I'm coming too!
Chloe imagined holding a sword and a golden sword in her hand thanks to the ring, stopped to admire its beauty for a few seconds to jump on the dragon's back and plant the dragon's skin sword with a fluid movement without it doing no resistance.
The dragon screamed in pain and struggled to shake the attacker.
(Ervolzal): keep calm! Fly high and unplug!
(Dragon): yes!
The dragon still in pain due to the blows of Chloe and Helen began to think rationally and as Ervolzal had advised her took flight and climbed in altitude, Chloe and the bounty hunter were still on her, however, and continued to hit, doing almost losing consciousness to the dragon who managed to get above the clouds anyway.
(Ervolzal): now drop them! Don't worry about me, I can fly!
The dragon began to rotate on itself, until Helen's sword, which had just penetrated its scales, came loose, causing the bounty hunter to fall.
(Helen'mind '): fuck! If I fall from this height I don't know if I will be able to survive!
~ pssssh ~
(Helen'mind '): am I wrong or am I becoming incontinent?
Helen lost a click in her now no longer white panties, however this time it was because of Sybille and not hers, but she could not know and therefore both because of the thought of her probable incontinence and perhaps death from the impact of the fall, a tear it ran down her cheek, but both her concerns were unfounded, because a hand grabbed her.
(Chloe): I'll get you!
Chloe imagined her sword reaching out and so she did, she thought she had become good at using the ring.
(Ervolzal): no, you both fall!
Ervolzal took the sword stuck in the dragon's body and with all the remaining forces she managed to detach it at the cost of releasing new urine that ran down her legs.
Chloe and Helen started to fall.
(Chloe): sorry Helen, I should have planted the sword deeper!
(Helen): you don't have to apologize, the same goes for me!
The two continued to fall
(Chloe): Do you think we will survive the fall?
Before Chloe could answer, a tail struck both of them making them accelerate further, it was the sapphire dragon that tried to give her the coup de grace.
The two shouted as they continued to fall, Chloe although the ring increased her continence and courage leaked a little in her panties and Helen emptied again all that remained in her bowels, when, however, the two were about to touch the ground they stopped suddenly.
(Fredegunde): sorry for the wait, now let's teach these dragons a lesson!
(Chloe): big sister!
(Helen): Fredegunde!
(Fredegunde): are you ready to fly?
(Chloe + Helen): yes!
(Fredegunde): well let's go!
Fredegunde created 2 magical platforms under two and all three girls rose in altitude at lightning speed.
(Ervolzal): fuck! They approach, I think we should withdraw, after all the others have also been defeated ...
(Ervolzal'mind '): who are these girls? Are they human?
(Dragon): as you wish, retired!
However
(Fredegunde): not so infected, at least we want an apology and compensation!
(Ervolzal): you would do well to accept the victory, if a superior dragon arrives it could kill us and you with a simple fire-breath!
(Helen): it will mean that we will wait for him together with open arms!
(Chloe): Now come ashore and apologize to all of us!
(Ervolzal): okay, let's go down!
(Dragon): as you wish!
Once on the ground, the dragon also transformed into human form and unlike Ervolzal who still retained a part of his powerful aura, he seemed almost an ordinary woman, only gifted with beauty thanks to her beautiful features, eyes and blue hair.
After a heated discussion the two dragon women wisely decided to apologize and after giving the girls a large number of minerals, mainly sapphires they left with the promise: "next time we will bring you to your knees" and receiving the answer: "we don't see time!".
Fredegunde drank a recovery potion again, the girls cleaned themselves from their accidents in turn behind a boulder and then left for the capital on the magic platform.
[meanwhile in the demonic territory]
(Brarzomoth): Oh my powerful empress, forgive my daughter who has not recognized your supreme majesty, if this has offended her in some way I will be happy to pay with my daughter's life, no, with my own life!
Brarzomoth, the demon rector of the demonic village prostrated himself with his forehead touching the ground in front of Eisheth, while his daughter watched the scene from afar from a distance and when she heard her father offer her life, she leaked into the new panties that she had recently changed.
(Eisheth): my faithful servant, it makes no sense to kill you or your daughter, it would be a waste of demonic blood, our enemies are the other races, take me to my castle in the deconsecrated capital and from there I will organize the invasion to reconquer the world that once belonged to us!
(Brarzomoth): it will be an honor to listen to you in the capital, waitress!
In a voice that shook the expenses and walls of the building, the rector demon called a waitress, therefore, all the waitresses who heard the voice ran as fast as possible to the rector demon who called them.
(all the waitresses): how can we satisfy it?
(Brarzomoth): Prepare the most majestic carriage pulled by the fastest demonic beast, the supreme one, the empress of death, has returned to guide and command us, she must return to her castle as soon as possible, hurry, who will do her job well will be rewarded, those who make the slightest mistake or lose even a second to do something useless as thinking will be murdered seductively!
(all the waitresses): yes!
In a few minutes a terrifying and majestic carriage made of a black metal that oppressed and amazed even the most evil demon was ready with four demonic horses with red eyes and eight legs tied.
(all the waitresses): everything is ready!
(Brarzomoth): oh my empress, this humble servant of yours asks permission to accompany her as his personal guard, not that he wants to insinuate that you oh supreme need protection, however if someone in the deconsecrated capital decides not to accept it, I do not think it right that your majesty should be disturbed to kill such scum!
(Eisheth): okay, I will take you as a personal guard, now let's start quickly, from what I understand we are a week away, I would like to arrive as soon as possible.
Eisheth left in the carriage of absolute evil for the desecrated capital.
(Brarzomoth): oh my empress, let me inform you that with these demonic horses we will arrive safely in the capital by tomorrow morning.
(Eisheth): this is good news! Now I'm sorry but I would like to meditate in absolute silence to recover my magic power more quickly, so don't disturb me for any reason!
(Brarzomoth): I mean oh your supreme majesty!
(Brarzomoth'mind '): who knows what he means to recover the magical power?
[Meanwhile in the guild of magicians of the human capital]
(Magician of court 1): we have blocked demons in the internal walls and most of the citizens have been evacuated!
(Magician of court 2): there are no traces of the duchess or the emperor, however we have put the princesses safe!
(Court Wizard 3): The first group of adventurers and members of the wizarding guild was blown away by a single female demon!
(Court magician 4): archmage, how do comets proceed? we await orders!
(Lailena): first gather the archers and wizards on the walls and keep the demons away from the walls, then calm the inhabitants avoiding to panic them and finally form a group of elite warriors and magicians and together defeat the demons in the walls, afterwards I will enter the scene and cancel the pandemonium spell.
(Lailena'mind '): And then I will become empress in addition to arcimage, I could create a new title, supreme magical empress sounds good!
[near the human capital]
After about eight hours of travel between continuous flight and a few stops for a swim or to have a snack, the girls had almost arrived in the capital, now they had risen a lot, about a thousand meters high (3280 ft), it was still day and there were 3 hours to sunset, the girls hoped to be able to help the inhabitants before night.
(Fredegunde): we are almost there!
(Helen): my armor and my sword are damaged, could you take a detour to the north gate of the capital?
(Chloe): Can't we get you an enchanted armor from the adventurers guild? I don't want to waste time, I want to make sure my stepsisters are fine ...
Chloe also had another motivation for her impatience, she wanted to find a bathroom, she had been holding on for about 2 hours and her bladder was begging for release.
(Helen): you know, there is a friend of mine who works as a blacksmith, I commissioned her a sword and an armor with a total price of 3000 gold coins, I would like to go and get them before I die in battle because I don't have the equipment suitable, also this friend of mine is strong about like me, it will certainly help us!
(Alice): extra help is always handy, I agree on going to this friend, but three thousand gold coins ... it's an exaggerated figure ...
(Sybille): I think it's worth more than my father's armor ...
(Adallinda): Well I don't think that the armor of a little fairy as it is can cost me like that of a unan ...
(Sybille): hey, we will also be small but we have nothing to envy to other breeds ...
While quarreling Fredegunde looked carefully at the capital, he noticed a strange phenomenon, in the center the capital seemed darker, as if the night had already fallen only at that point.
(Fredegunde'mind '): as I thought is the forbidden spell pandemonium, however it seems the basic form, if the original demon really fought against Katherine it is strange to have used a non-final form spell, obviously the soul eater, she who defeated Katherine should be able to do something superior to a pandemonium, the fact that he didn't do it is suspect, I have to be careful.
(Fredegunde): So we agree on going through the north gate?
(All): yes!
(Fredegunde): Okay, then we'll fly over the city!
The party began to pass over the city and when the platform was above the center of the internal walls, despite the distance from the pandemonium's territory of influence, an oppressive aura of terror and violence could still be felt.
(Sybille): Helen have you leaked? You made me wet my panties!
(Helen): it was obvious that it wasn't my fault!
(Sybille): no it wasn't my fault, I'm still under the influence of Adallinda's potion!
Helen blushed but before she could speak to argue ...
~ ppphhffffrrrrtttt ~
An unmistakably loud fart sound echoed suddenly on the platform.
(Chloe): ok, who was it?
(Alice): don't look at me! I'm afraid but I just peed a little!
Alice blushed terribly after declaring she had wet her panties.
(Adallinda): obviously it wasn't me!
(Helen): me neither!
(Sybille): when I pass the gas I don't feel it.
All the girls looked at the only one who was silent, from behind and with a slightly lowered head, or the archimage.
(Chloe): big sister ?!
(Fredegunde): sorry!
(All): ahahahahaha ... ahahaha.
(Fredegunde): stop laughing!
~ frrrtt ~
Fredegunde screamed but due to the effort he released another fart shorter but still loudly.
(Chloe): again?
(All): ahahahah.
(Helen): it seems that someone will soon need a change of underwear if this continues!
Fredegunde blushed crimson and the girls burst out laughing even louder and when they stopped they had already arrived above the north gate.
(Fredegunde): ok I start the descent.
As they landed on the walls of the north gate, a group of archers charged with killing the flying demons fired a volley of arrows at the platform of the girls who obviously could not even scratch it and fell to the ground.
(Helen): nice welcome ...
(Alice): can you blame them? I'm in the middle of an emergency ...
(Soldier 1): identification!
(Soldier 2): throw your weapons away!
(Paladin): you don't look like demons, however landing from the sky from nothing is suspicious, who are you?
(Fredegunde): We are adventurers who have accepted the mission of helping the capital's army in repelling demons.
(Helen): we come from the border, we left in flight this morning.
(Paladin): I know most of the strongest adventurers and I have never seen you before, what is your group called?
(Chloe): We are a newly formed party so we don't have a name yet.
(Adallinda): do we have to give explanations for wanting to save the population?
(Soldier 2): shut your filthy half-human mouth!
(Fredegunde): enough is enough, you are exaggerating! Collect what you said immediately and leave us alone!
Fredegunde now had a purple sphere in the palm of his hand, it was an extreme pain spell, enough to make even the strongest of the giants pass out from pain and was now threatening the soldier who had discriminated against Adallinda, obviously the soldiers were scared at the sight of that spell and increasingly wary of the girls, some of them designed their weapons and those further away prepared to shoot with the bow, but the paladin who did not want a clash with those who probably were not a demon intervened.
(Paladin): soldier, we don't tolerate discrimination, sorry! And you adventurer, you are exaggerating, now withdraw that magic and talk about it calmly.
(Adallinda): no need to defend myself, I don't want you to get in trouble for me ...
Adallinda was actually happy that the archimage took up her defense and her theory that both good and bad humans existed was strengthened.
(Chloe): big sister, we show that we have no bad intentions ...
(Chloe'mind '): I have to pee!
Chloe was now almost hopping on the spot, she wanted the discussions to end as soon as possible to go in search of a bathroom or an alley to ease the pressure.
(Soldier 2): I apologize, I am just upset, it is the first time that I find myself in a similar situation ...
The soldier seemed sincere, in his life he had never seen an elf and therefore he did not treat him differently than he would treat a demon.
(Fredegunde): you're right, it doesn't make any sense to waste my magic on this soldier, so let us go?
(Paladin): it is not so simple, it would be useful if you let me see your adventurer guild cards and it would be excellent to have a person among our ranks who would confirm your identity.
(Helen): here are the cards, as far as a person I know is concerned ... I am a friend of Harriet the blacksmith, they were just going to his workshop.
(Paladin):... you are his friends so ...
(Paladin'mind'): that scary woman ...
The paladin glanced at the bounty hunter's card and after reading S class said, "all right, let them pass!".
(Fredegunde'mind '): it was easy ... this is a class adventurer esse for you.
(Helen): well let's go!
The girls headed for Harriet's shop.
End of Chapter 13!
World statistics:
Spoiler
Average adult fairy (70 years old):
Magic: 20
Strength: 1
Bladder: 5
Bowel: 5
Average demon:
Magic: 25
Strength: 50
Bladder: 16
Bowel: 16
Average adult elf (100 years old):
Magic: 40
Strength: 10
Bladder: 4
Bowel: 4
Average adult human (25 years old):
Magic: 1
Strength: 10
Bladder: 8
Bowel: 8
Eisheth (demon empress and souls eater)
After the seal:
Magic: 0
Strength: ???
Bladder: ???
Bowel: ???
Chloe (Chlothsinda, A rank adventuress):
Magic: 200 (normally)
Magic with ultra-divine equipment: ???
Strength: [normally: 200 (basic) 250 (high magical boost)]
Strength with ultra-divine equipment: ???
Bladder: 10 (awake) 8 (sleeping)
Bowel: 10 (awake) 10 (sleeping)
Fredegunde (the perverted A rank adventuress):
Magic: 320 (basic) 420 (with magical items equipped)
Strength: 5 (basic) 150 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 10 (awake) 3 (sleeping)
Bowel: 5 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Alice (B rank adventuress):
Magic: 0
Strength: 50
Bladder: 5 (awake) 4 (sleeping)
Bowel: 7 (awake) 7 (sleeping)
Adallinda (the wood elf)
Magic: 12
Strength: 12
Bladder: 7 (awake) 7 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Helen (bounty hunter):
Magic: 35
Strength: 150 (basic) 160 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 22 (awake) 16 (sleeping)
Bowel: 20 (awake) 14 (sleeping)
Sybille (fairy princess):
Magic: 40
Strength: 1 (basic) 2 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 2 (awake) -3 (sleeping)
Bowel: 8 (awake) 5 (sleeping)
Ervolzal the Fullcrystal Blue (third in dragons lords)
Magic: 40 (dragonic form) 160 (human form)
Strength: 640 (dragonic form) 160 (human form)
Bladder: ??? (dragonic form) 11 (human form)
Bowel: ??? (dragonic form) 11 (human form)
Average [Elder] Sapphire dragon (500 years old)
Magic: 20 (dragonic form) 80 (human form)
Strength: 320 (dragonic form) 80 (human form)
Average [Lesser] Sapphire dragon (100 years old)
Magic: 5 (dragonic form)
Strength: 80 (dragonic form)
Lailena (the new archmage)
Magic: 150 (basic)
Strength: 6 (basic) 75 (high magical boost)
Bladder: 6 (awake) 6 (sleeping)
Bowel: 6 (awake) 6 (sleeping)
Statistical info:
If the bladder is at 1 as a statistic it means that you are completely incontinent, the values can drop below zero in case of spells or curses!
If the bowel is at 3 then the persomage will flow easily and often, the bowel can go down to a maximum of -3!
If you find words of non-colloquial use please let me know thanks!
Edited February 2, 2020 by Asuna.bed.wet.
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This was done as part of a trade with LeakyPanties. It also got me interested enough in the Street Fighter universe that I picked up V and started playing it. I like the game a lot, and I specifically like Rainbow Mika a lot, so I might be making more SF content.
Hope you enjoy!
The clamor and chaos that bellowed from a crowd was something Mika would never get tired of. As she stood atop the ropes ringing the arena, the roar grew only louder. “Who’s ready to watch an ass-whooping?” Mika called out, eliciting even more spirited cheers. Beside her, her tag-team partner Nadeshiko was also raising her arms high, calling out to the audience. It was a smaller venue than Mika traditionally hit up, but the crowd was certainly enthusiastic enough to make up the difference. They were eager to see some violence.
“You ready to do this, Nadeshiko?” Mika asked, shooting her partner a smirk.
Nadeshiko happily returned the smirk, “You bet your ass I am!”
“Just asking, cause if you wanna take a break, you know; I’m feeling pumped.”
“2v1 pumped?” When Mika’s only answer was a confident smile, Nadeshiko continued, “And leave all the fun to you? Keep dreaming.”
At the opposite end of the building, a door swung open, letting in unwanted sunlight. A silhouette appeared in the light, clearly a woman. Mika recognized the figure of Poison almost immediately. What truly made her unhappy was the positively gargantuan silhouette that completely filled the doorway after her. Poison, her wild, pink hair a mess and signature whip in hand, strode towards the ring. Behind her, the colossus called Hugo followed.
Mika’s smile had taken on a slightly more serious edge- no longer was she simply eager to get into a fight, now she was eager to take down an old rival of hers. Beside her, however, Nadeshiko’s boisterous confidence had died down considerably. She could swear the earth was shaking with every step Hugo took. She knew she’d peed a little when he entered. She hoped it wasn’t enough to show any damage on her outfit.
“Mika,” She spoke, low enough that only the two of them could hear, “Uh, how do you wanna do this?”
“Was thinkin’ we’d beat the crap out of ‘em, shake it up a little,”
“Seriously, Mika, what’s the game plan?”
“I can take on the big guy. I’ve fought with Zangief, after all, and that guy’s nothing compared to him!”
Nadeshiko was rather relieved to hear that. Poison was no slouch, but at least she was about the same height. Nadeshiko would need a ladder just to punch Hugo in the chest.
With almost no spectacle, the two climbed the ropes, and faced them. Being the rude person that Poison was, and the… odd individual that Hugo was, they weren’t incredibly popular for the audience. Their appearance was accompanied by scattered boos and jeers. It didn’t matter much to them; in fact, Poison likely preferred the enmity.
“Rainbow Mika… ” She began, “I heard you recently beat Zangief in one of your little play matches. Old man must be losing his touch, huh?”
“Why you… No one insults Zangief!” It wasn’t even a particularly scathing insult, but Mika couldn’t tolerate any amount of disrespect for her idol. “Change of plans, Nadeshiko, she’s mine!”
“She’s- wait what?!” her partner stammered, but Mika had already taken several steps forward, raring to go. Nadeshiko looked at the giant who would be her opponent, and felt a cold pit in her stomach. She braced herself to keep from leaking any more.
The venue and its modest accommodations didn’t have much in the way of rules, or even staff members, but the closest thing it had to an officiator simply called out, “3… 2… 1…
FIGHT!!”
With a nearly guttural roar, Hugo dropped to a fighting stance, and slowly approached Nadeshiko. She felt her bladder pulse once more, wetting the crotch of her wrestling attire. She steeled herself, and adopted her stance. She had no idea how she was going to take on Hugo, but she knew it wasn’t by pissing herself.
With a sudden lurch forward, Hugo threw out a simple punch. Nadeshiko nimbly dodged it, and used the opening to advance and drive a kick into his belly. If he noticed, he didn’t show it. With his other arm, he struck her in the side. The impact made her stagger back, and she was sure she could feel a couple warm droplets running down her leg. Hugo laughed, and for a moment she was worried her accident had been noticed, however, “I feel no pain!” was all he had to say.
Utilizing the considerable range his enormous arms offered him, he lashed out repeatedly, throwing out swing after swing. It taxed her reflexes to the extreme to keep up her dodging. A mighty right hook whizzed by her face, missing by an inch. The shock was so great that she failed to dodge his next attack. Raising her arms to block, she weathered a massive strike from Hugo. Searing pain shot through her arms, and heat coursed down her legs.
“No no no no no!” She muttered, looking down at herself. Urine was pouring from her crotch, and her suit was soaked. A thick stream fell between her legs, and splattered noisily on the ground. Smaller streams ran down her legs, depositing into the same puddle. Laughter quickly rose from the audience, along with insults and taunts. Nadeshiko’s face burned red- she’d just wet herself in front of a sizeable crowd.
Hugo laughed, and stood imposingly over her, “scared?” He asked.
Nadeshiko refused to let the fear overwhelm her any further. Hugo thought he had the fight in the bag, and she aimed to show him otherwise. He leaned over her, and she launched an uppercut directly into his jaw with all her might. If he truly felt no pain, then he was a good actor. He reeled back, clutching his chin. Nadeshiko returned to her fighting stance, and felt her face burn even hotter when the last spurt of urine finally exited her body, and streamed down her leg.
Meanwhile, Mika and Poison had been having their own little match. Poison’s whip made a number of approaches difficult, since any attacker would just eat a hit from it if they weren’t careful. Mika performed a feint attack, and Poison swung her whip. Had Mika truly been going for the attack, she would have taken a nasty hit; instead the whip cracked harmlessly in the open air. Mika had instead lunged in the other direction, and quickly closed the distance.
Poison barely had time to look surprised before Mika planted a fist in her face. She continued, and drove her knee into her stomach. Finally, she grabbed Poison’s shoulders, and forcefully pulled her into a grapple- slamming her into the ground. Mika put all of her weight and all of her strength into the attack. Poison cried out in pain, but Mika had heard something else.
She heard a faint crackle. With Poison’s shorts being pitch black and rather tight, it was difficult to see any staining or any bulge, but the smell in the air told Mika the truth: Poison had crapped herself. Mika grinned ear to ear, and stood, leaving Poison on the ground. She faced the cheering crowd, who had taken great joy in watching the show. In truth, she was also trying to put a little distance between herself and the odor of Poison’s accident.
In the middle of the fight between Hugo and Nadeshiko, Mika had bested Poison. Her scream of pain caught Hugo’s attention. In a panic, he looked over to see Mika cheering over a hurt Poison. Seeing his friend in trouble, Hugo growled, and abandoned his fight with Nadeshiko. He rushed to Mika, determined to protect- or at least avenge- his old friend.
Mika was riding high after taking out her rival. She was far too busy showboating to notice Hugo. Only when his monstrous shadow fell upon her did she realize what was happening- all too late. Like a human avalanche, he hit her with a body slam. It hurt Poison when Mika put all of her weight into a similar attack, but all of Hugo’s weight? That was like getting run over by a train. She was smashed into the floor, face-down.
“Mika!!” Nadeshiko called out, running to assist her partner. Her effort was halted when something took hold of her arm, and pulled her back. Poison’s whip was entangled around her elbow. Poison herself had recovered from Mika’s barrage of attacks, but looked quite worse for wear. Some observers may have even found themselves questioning why she was standing so bowlegged. Poison pulled hard on the whip, bringing Nadeshiko to her. Poison’s eyes drifted down to the wrestler’s stained crotch, and she laughed mockingly.
Nadeshiko fought back, but Poison was quick. She swiftly entangled her with the whip once more, this time around Nadeshiko’s entire body. Her arms were bound to her side, and she could not free herself, no matter how hard she struggled. She was then spun, and shoved towards the ropes. Her wet groin and glistening legs were quite easy to see. “Looks like little Nadeshiko had a bit too much to drink!” Poison shouted, eliciting laughter from the crowd.
She was spun around once more, facing Poison again. “Hey, Hugo!” She called, “Wanna finish this one up?”
The giant smiled, “Sure thing,” and lifted himself up. Below him, Mika was still lying face-down. She struggled to rise, but only briefly, before falling back down. Those in the ring were privy to a hissing sound, and their eyes all fell upon Rainbow Mika, and the rapidly expanding puddle around her thighs.
“Oh-ho! This is great!” Poison shouted, seeing Mika piss herself, “I think it’s about time for a rebranding. How does ‘Yellow Mika’ sound?” The audience laughed, and some of them even started a chant of “Yellow Mika.” Hugo gave a spirited laugh at his friend’s joke, as he cracked his knuckles. “All yours,” Poison said, stepping to the side. Nadeshiko struggled furiously to escape the whip binding her, but nothing worked.
She stumbled backwards, into the ropes. There was nowhere else to go. Hugo reeled back for a bone-shattering punch, while Poison merely taunted “smile for the camera!” Nadeshiko couldn’t find the same courage that had helped her earlier, the only thing she could feel was chilling terror. Her knees buckled, and her bowels gave in, pushing their contents into her panties. Unlike Poison, Nadeshiko’s outfit was white, and quite elastic. Her wet load filled the backside of her outfit, creating a rounded bulge that began to tinge brown. As she’d stumbled back into the ropes, she’d just treated at least a quarter of the audience to a clear view of her shitting herself in fear. She took solace in the fact that she would be unconscious soon enough.
But that was when all of them heard the rather startling sound of Mika’s voice, screaming “Hey!!”
Poison and Hugo whirled about in alarm, to see Rainbow Mika charging at them. As silly as she looked, with a piss stain that reached up to her bellybutton, they knew she was still a threat. Hugo prepared to meet her in combat, and Poison prepared to back him up. Both of them ignored Nadeshiko, who took the time to wriggle and writhe as much as possible. She had to suppress her desire to cheer when the whip began to loosen, and finally fell off of her. She’d been partners with Mika long enough to know what she wanted to do.
Hugo was not ready when, instead of attacking him, Mika slid between his legs. Behind him, Nadeshiko was waiting. She held out her hands, and served as a launchpad for Mika. Throwing the woman into the air, she landed a deadly kick on the back of the giant man’s head. He howled in pain, and began to waver.
Poison was fast enough to realize the danger she was in. She rushed Nadeshiko before Hugo could fall- before it would just be her against the duo. Nadeshiko was taken by surprise, and fell victim to a kick in her stomach. Poison retrieved her whip, and lashed out with it, striking Nadeshiko in the chest. She screamed, and fell backwards. She was done for, and she knew it. Unlike Mika, she couldn’t muster the will to stand back up.
By the time Hugo had finally collapsed, Mika was panting. She seriously only had a few drops of energy left inside her. Her eyes went wide when she saw an incoming whip strike. She ducked it, but Poison pressed the attack. Mika’s dodges of the many whip cracks were getting sloppier by the second. Eventually, Poison had gotten close enough to deliver a punch directly to Mika’s abdomen. Mika didn’t have the energy left to dodge, nor the strength left to resist it.
She inhaled sharply, then felt her body begin to go limp. When Poison pulled her fist back, Mika fell to her knees, wobbling to her left and right. She fought hard to stay conscious, to get back up and win, but her body was at its limit. She tried to force her body to move, and the exertion caused her to soil herself. The back of her outfit tented as its elasticity was tested by Mika’s load. Unlike her partner, her mess was much more firm, and stretched her outfit enough that she could feel it grow tighter. The thing both soilings had in common, however, was how conspicuous they were. There was no way anyone watching her couldn’t tell that she’d just shat her pants. She felt humiliated, but mostly she just felt anger. She couldn’t stand to have lost to Poison.
She especially disliked that Poison was the first person to crap their pants, and yet no had noticed. “Nighty night, Yellow Mika,” Poison purred.
Mika fell forward, the pain and exhaustion only seconds from overwhelming her. In that moment, she swore to herself that she would not rest until she’d redeemed herself for this shameful match, and until she made Poison pay. |
Quick note: a continuation to my story 'Getting to work'. Check it out if you want, though I guess it's not essential. Anyway, enjoy what I've cooked up and tell me whether it's any good or not. On with the show!
It was now the second half of Chloe's work day. She was sat at her desk, typing away her current task. Occasionally she'd be told to do something that recquired her to get up, but mostly it was to print some papers or give someone else other papers. Her desk had several stacks of papers on it. All around was the sound of phone calls, typing and rustling papers. Papers, papers, papers.
Chloe stopped typing. She looked around to make sure no one was looking. Having done that, she bent down and smelled her crotch.
"Hmmm" was the only nervous sound she made when the tiniest scent of urine from her close call this morning reached her nose. She'd been anxious of it all day. Every time she passed someone, she worried they'd start sniffing the air and suspicciously look her way. Or if someone entered her cubicle, noticed the scent and asked her what the weird smell was. Heaven forbid they ask if she wet herself.
Chloe straightened back up and resumed typing. She had to complete some graphs for a meeting she had later on. It wasn't exactly for her, but she along with other workers of her rank had to be there in case the higher-ups present had any questions. Nothing to worry about.
After a short while she finished the graphs and sent them to Simon, the person closest to being her boss. Her butt felt sore so she got up from her seat. As she did, her bladder got shaken up and a fammiliar twinge hit her senses. She had to pee. It was understandable. The last time she went to the bathroom was at the start of lunch and since then she had had tea, coffee and plenty of water. So far her bladder was holding in 3 hours worth of liquid. Not wanting to repeat her morning incident, she went straight to the bathroom.
"Chloe! Where are you going? The meeting's about to start."
"Huh?" She turned around. It was Simon. "Isn't it in an hour?"
"It got moved up. Sorry, I think I forgot to tell you. Did you do what I ask?"
"Uh, yeah. I sent them to you."
"Phew, that's a relief. Well then we're good to go. Come on." He ushered Chloe.
"Um, can I just... quickly go to the bathroom?" Chloe said, blushing slightly. She felt like a little girl asking for permission to go potty.
"No time. Everyone's waiting on us. Don't worry though, this shouldn't take long."
"Okay..." Chloe said, following Simon as they headed to the boardroom. To her luck, it was on the same floor so she wouldn't have to deal with any stairs.
They entered. Simon sat down at the table in the middle with people who looked as or more important than him. Scattered around the edges of the room were the people less important than the suits at the table. That included Chloe who sat down at a chair against the glass wall with a view of the city outside.
Sitting down, she felt her bladder twinge again. She was dissapointed that she couldn't relieve it before the meeting. She knew it didn't take long for a small wee to become an urgent piss. That's exactly what happened this morning. Thinking she could hold what she thought was a little urine in her bladder, Chloe almost wet herself at work.
"Calm down. If I can hold a night's worth, I can hold a few hours worth."
Chloe looked outside. The sun was nearing the horizon now. She crossed her legs as the meeting began.
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Two hours into the meeting and Chloe was regretting everything she drank that day. Her bladder was demanding her attention to the point where she couldn't focus on what anyone was saying. It didn't seem that important though, as it seemed that any questions were directed to litterally anyone other than her.
She was becoming really worried. She kept squirming in her seat and pressing her thighs together. She had to look proffesional, but she just couldn't. It was like she was a schoolgirl again, squirming in her seat and waiting for class to end before she wet her skirt.
It wasn't quite as bad as it was this morning, but she knew she'd reach it soon. She had to think of something. Everyone kept droning on and on, showing no signs of the meeting ending. The slideshow on display had no structure that Chloe was fammiliar with so there was no telling how long till it's over. This almost caused her to panic. She had to get out, but how? This was her first time in a meeting like this. Could she just walk out? Unlikely. That's not proffesional behaviour. She'd be questioned and probably told to sit back down.
A wave rocked Chloe's bladder. She held back a whimper and subtly bent forward in her chair, pressing her crossed legs tighter together. She hoped nobody was looking at her. Luckily, the suits seemed too busy with each other and everyone else just seemed bored.
How could she leave? Simon was sitting in front of her at the desk so it'd be easy to ask, but she couldn't just ask to leave for the bathroom. That would be childish. She had to think of something else. A quick glance through the windows and into the workspace outside showed that everyone else had already left. How Chloe longed to do the same. If she'd taken her usual bus, she'd be home by now.
...bus?
Wait... that's right! That's the perfect excuse! She could just say she needed to catch her bus and quickly nip into the bathroom. Chloe rejoiced. There was now a way out! All that remained now was to ask Simon for permission to leave. He seemed deep into conversation right now so bothering him probably wouldn't be the wisest move. Chloe would have to wait.
She uncrossed her legs and placed her arms on her crotch. She kept her legs close together and bounced them. She tried to find a more comfortable position in her chair, but it was so small that her already ample rear took up all of it, giving her very little space to move. Combined with the restricting metal armrests, she really felt trapped. Her bladder throbbed. It demanded to be emptied. If Chloe's math was right, she was holding about 5-6 hours worth of urine. This thought only accentuated the urgency of her need. Still, she kept herself calm by remembering this morning. She held her night's worth and morning coffee (sort of) so it's completely possible to hold it now.
Chloe glanced at Simon. He seemed busy with himself, checking his phone as the others continued in their discussions. There wouldn't be a better chance. It was now or never. She had to ask him right now.
Chloe mustered the courage and carefully stood up, hoping to not disturb the meeting and attract attention to herself. She felt gravity push down on her busting bladder as her piss sloshed inside her. She bit her lip as she stood still for a moment. She leaned closer to Simon.
"U-um, excuse me." She sheepishly whispered.
"Hm? What? Yes?" Simon answered, sounding as if he'd been jolted awake. At least he didn't sound annoyed.
"Would it be okay if I leave? My last bus leaves in fifteen minutes."
"Oh, of course. Sorry this dragged on so long. I hope this didn't inconvenience you in any way."
"No, not at all." That was a blatant lie. She was subtly shuffling her legs as she talked to Simon in order to not leave an 'inconvenience' right here on the carpet.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then."
"Have a good day sir!"
And with that she left the boardroom. Once the door behind her was closed, she set out to the nearest bathroom. It just so happened to be the one she used this morning. She noticed that everyone else had left and the lights were all off. The only source of illumination was the orange glow of the setting sun that shined in through the many windows. She kept her hands on the side of her thighs, not wanting any potential onlookers to see her plight.
She saw it! The sign for the bathroom. She looked at it with almost as much hope as she did this morning. Finally, she could empty herself. She increased her pace. Finally arriving, she reached for the handle and...
"What?!"
Locked. It was locked.
This was the last thing she needed. How could it be locked? Everyone else had already left. Chloe began to start a small pee dance. Onlookers be damned, she crossed her legs and pushed one hand on the crotch of her skirt, holding onto the handle for support. She knocked on the door.
"Is anyone in there? Hurry up please."
Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the lights inside were off. Was it locked by the janitors or something? No sound was coming from the inside either. Fuck, she had been hoping for this for the past two hours! This was hopeless. Chloe would have to find another bathroom. Uncrossing her legs, she made her way to her desk and collected her belongings into her handbag all while stepping in place. Once done, she dashed to the elevator and waited for it to arrive all while the pressure inside her grew stronger and stronger. She didn't have to wait long as the elevator opened almost immediatelly.
"Oh, so it won't arrive when I have to get to a bathroom, but will when I have to get away from one?"
The movement of the elevator once more rocked her bladder and Chloe had no choice but to pull her skirt up and thrust a hand onto her desperate pussy. This deffinetly helped. She actually felt like she could hold on now. The elevator descended as Chloe pushed harder onto her womanhood. Her hand felt wet, but it was probably sweat. From her morning experience she knew she'd have felt a leak.
"Why do these sort of things always happen to me?"
Her current plan was to use the guest bathrooms at the lobby. There wasn't much time to bumble around the building looking for anotber place to piss. She was serious when she said her bus left in fifteen minutes. Those had now become ten. This was the last bus that could get Chloe home.
The elevator neared ground floor. Chloe gave herself one last squeeze, pushing her lips tight together, and took her hand away. The doors opened and she stepped out. She looked around. Nobody was here. Even Amber wasn't at her reception desk. Chloe was glad, actually. Usually she'd love to talk to her friend, but now deffinetly wasn't the time. She scanned the lobby for the guest bathrooms. Aha! There they were! She practically ran towards them, ready to push the door to the Ladies' open when BAM! She hit the door.
"No! Not here too!"
She pressed her legs together as she fought back against her bladder's advances. She knew it'd be hopeless, but Chloe tried pushing the door to the Men's open. Closed as well. She almost wanted to scream out of frustration. She leaned against the locked door and pushed both of her hands against the crotch of her skirt, all while pressing one leg against the other.
"H-hello? Is anyone here?" She called out. Maybe if any of the building staff was here they could unlock it for her. Just maybe. Just for long enough to let her pee, but, to her dissapointment, there was no reply. Only the echo of her desperate cry for help.
This was bad. This meant that she'd have to make it home like this. There was no more time to look for any other bathroom. Her bus was in five minutes. She regretted not looking elsewhere on her floor. Right now even the plant in the break room looked appealing. Anywhere other than her white lacey panties.
With a frustration-filled grunt that resonated throughout the empty lobby, she set out to the bus stop. There simply was no other choice. Lucklily, the entrance doors were still open. Perhaps those were closed last. How fitting that she left the office almost as bursting as she had entered it.
Stepping out into the street, she was immediatelly hit by the cool temperature of outside. It was late after all. She shivered slightly, but her bladder received the biggest shock as it contracted and sent a drop of pee down Chloe's urethra. She immediatelly stopped dead in her tracks, bending forward and pressing her thighs together, squeezing her womanhood tight shut with her muscles. She held back a larger leak, but a tiny drop escaped her defenses and moistened her lips. Her heart sank. She was closer to wetting herself than she initially thought. She had to get home NOW!
"Crap crap crap!"
As soon as she got used to the change in temperature, she resumed her walk. The bus stop wasn't too far. Chloe was incredibly thankful it wasn't. Every one of her steps on the pavement sloshed her full bladder's contents and every clack of her heels seemed to bring her closer to an accident. She felt how her movement had rubbed the drop of pee between her lips, making them feel sticky and wet. She at least hoped she didn't look funny, but looking at her reflection in the glass of the building next to her, she saw just how much her bladder bulged out of her. Her eyes widened and she looked down and there it was. Her huge ball of pent up piss sticking out of her stomach. She increased her pace. Time was running out fast.
Chloe reached the bus stop without further incident. As soon as she did, she tightly crossed her legs while looking at the timetable. The bus would arrive soon. The sooner the better. Chloe's gaze was fixed on the corner where the bus turned into this street. It was as if she was trying to get it to materialize through sheer power of will. Although she really wanted to, she didn't sit down on the bus stop's bench. She knew how hard it'd be to get back up again.
Looking down at her bulge once more she put her hand on it, gently trying to soothe the ache in her stomach. No such luck. The throbing relentlessly persisted. She uncrossed her legs only to knock her knees together and jig up and down on the spot. She couldn't stand still. She wanted to thrust both of her hands onto her desoerate pussy to hold back her flood, but doing it out on the street would be way too embarassing. Even though there were very little people around, Chloe wanted none of their attention right now, though the sight of a good-looking woman fidgetting like a bursting schoolgirl attracted some concerned, confused and lustful glances from the few passing by.
She looked at the corner again. Still no bus. Where the hell was it? A look at the time told her it should've been here two minutes ago. A small ammount of time, but her need to piss wasn't small in the slightest. Every minute meant the difference between a toilet or wet panties. In her dire situation Chloe had a shred of hope that the bus wouldn't be late. Just this once, when she needed it the most.
She tried to distract herself by looking around. Just across the street there was a small café full of people enjoying the end of another workday. In its corner, as if put there merely to taunt Chloe, was a door with the "WC" sign. The sight of it alone caused a strong spasm to rock the poor woman's bladder. She pushed both of her hands onto her crotch as she bent at her knees. She was so full. Her skirt's waistband was really working against her now as it pushed onto her rock hard bladder. She frantically reached for the zipper to loosen it just slightly, but when she tried to pull it, it wouldn't nudge. She remembered it getting stuck earlier this morning too.
"Oh, fuck me."
Finally, the bus was approaching the stop. Chloe pulled herself together and tried to look normal, though with how sweaty and red she was, that was hard to do. The bus pulled up and she made her way to the very back of it. She sat down and let out a sigh of relief as her bladder could get some rest. Her ride home ussually took about twenty minutes. Right now Chloe felt like she'd burst in the next five, but she had to make it home. She always made it to a toilet somehow. Sure, she could suffer some leakage and a wet patch, but she did make it in the end. And this time would be no different. She was determined to make it so.
The bus continued onward. Chloe put her handbag in her lap as she pulled her skirt up just enough that her free hand could reach her crotch and hold herself. Her other hand held onto her bag to make sure it didn't fall off. As she pressed onto her pussy, she could feel how moist her lips were.
The bus hit a nasty bump in the road.
"HMF!" Chloe grunted. She was thankful the only other person on the bus was the driver.
The bump shook not only her sizeable breasts, but her bladder too, which caused it to jolt and send a spurt of hot pee into her panties and hand. It immediatelly felt warm and wet. Her eyes widened and heart beat faster. She whimpered as she held her handbag and arranged her legs so that she could double-cross them. She probably looked ridiculous. She was a beautiful woman with her legs tangled like a pretzel and hand in her crotch, about to wet herself on a bus.
What mainly confused and shocked her was also the fact that despite all this torment, she was becoming horny. Was her bladder so big and hard that it was pressing on her G-spot or something? She'd become so sensitive that even the vibrations of the bus were stimulating her womanhood. She often got aroused once she was empty, but now? While she was absolutely bursting and squirming like her life depended on it? What if she tried to touch herself while in a state like this?
No! This was no time for such thoughts. She had to focus.
As her bladder calmed, she uncrossed her legs and removed her hand to look at her panties. Without a doubt, they were wet. Not only that, but she was also starting to wet her pantyhose. Letting go of her handbag, she thrust both of her hands into her crotch, squeezing her pussy with all her might and wincing as all her pent up pee assaulted her senses. She had to piss so badly.
There was no way Chloe would make it home. Even if she did, by miracle, reach her stop, by the time she'd reach the 18th floor where she lived, she'd certainly have wet herself. She had to think of something else, but what? Where on Earth could she find a place to finally pee?
"God, please... at least a bush."
Then it hit her. The park! It had actual functional toilets! She'd reach it soon and once she emptied herself, it was a ten minute walk to her apartment. Her hope and inner fighting spirit was rekindled. She wouldn't give up yet. The stop was coming up. Giving herself one last hard squeeze, she collected herself and got up, putting her handbag over her shoulder.
As the bus pulled up, Chloe stepped off. With the first step on the pavement came another more significant leak. She winced and stood frozen in place. This was no place to have an accident. Not when relief was so close. She could feel the inside of her thighs getting wet. The bus drove off and Chloe went through the park gates. It was pretty run down, but at least there was greenery.
There were no people around. She stood at a crossroad in the path, jigging up and down and pacing in place as she scanned her surroundings. She finally saw it. A small toilet building.
Not thinking about who could see her, she pulled her skirt up and held herself with both of her hands as she dashed to the toilets. Every step was painful and she felt herself come closer and closer to letting out a torrent of piss, but she just squeezed harder and continued onward. She was so close.
Her control was slipping a little too much. She felt another jet of pee squirt out and drip onto the brick path. She stopped, bending forward and kicking her leg back. She was squeezing herself so hard, her knuckles were turning white. She was breathing heavily and blushing.
"Ooooh, no no no. Not yet! Not yet!"
The leak stopped, but pee was already running down her legs. She resumed her dash.
Just around the corner!
The door! she saw it! She'd made it after all! She reached for the handle. It opened. YES! She could finally pee! She dashed in and...
Almost threw up. She was imediatelly hit by a stench that she'd never even imagined. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the horror in front of her. She knew the park was run down, but she hoped that at least the lavatories would be half decent. The toilet along with the floor and walls was covered in something brown and green. The mirrors were stained with who-knows-what and there was graffiti everywhere.
Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes. There was no way she could use this. There were no Ladies' or Men's rooms. This was a unisex bathroom. She closed the door and stepped away.
She was full-on pee-dancing now, breathing heavily and moaning. She was running on the spot, crossing and re-crossing her legs, pressing them so tight together she felt like her hands would break. She looked around for anything else. There was a thicket of trees and bushes just next to the bathroom. Completely desperate, she decided it'll do.
There was no path anymore so she kicked off her high heels so they wouldn't dig into the ground. She leaned down to pick them up, but she squeezed her bursting bladder too much and peed for a whole 2 seconds. It looked like someone had spilled the contents of a small cup onto the ground.
"Fuck fuck... how the hell did it come to this?" She silently said through teary eyes.
She squeezed herself shut once more as she shook in a squating position. Once she had relative control again, she took her shoes and ran into the thicket.
Throwing her shoes and handbag to the side, she immediatelly pawed at her zipper, trying to open it, but it wouldn't move the slightest. She was lifting her legs up and down, crossing, re-crossing them, bobbing up and down, moaning, grunting, all while fighting her zipper or trying to get her skirt out of the way.
Chloe felt it coming out. Not a small leak, but all of it. She could feel all her pent up urine making its way down to her urethra. As a last ditch effort she shot both of her hands to her bursting pussy and clutched it with the last strength she had remaining. No ammount of strength could've saved her. She reached her human limit.
"Please... no."
Her whimper went unheard. Piss exploded out of her, pooling in her hands, spraying from the pressure and splashing down to the ground below. It was like a waterfall between her legs as her cascading piss roared and pooled around her feet. The difference in temperature caused it to steam and the smell of fresh, hot pee filled the air.
Chloe herself was in heaven as she finally emptied herself. All the pee inside her was being released. At this point she didn't even care that she was wetting herself as an adult woman. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned in relief. Still peeing, she stepped back and leaned against a tree for support. She could feel her knees trembling and weakening. The thundering roar of her pee eventually grew quiet and after the final spurts - stopped.
Chloe stood next to a tree in a puddle of her pee after she had had an accident at 27. Her first real accident since school. Her pantyhose was dripping pee and steaming from the warmth. She looked at her skirt. That was easier now that her bladder bulge wasn't in the way so much. Because she had held her hands tight to her womanhood, her pee had sprayed everywhere and left a dark wet patch on her grey skirt. She touched her butt to see whether the same was true on her other side. It was. She was wet front and back.
Her previous feelings of arousal seemed to return stronger than ever and she once again felt horny. She was overtaken by desire to the point where her mind seemed to black out and her hands returned to her crotch. Chloe began to rub her privates. This was wrong. She was out in public. What if someone sees her? She didn't care. She had emptied her full bladder for the second time that day and for the second time that day it excited her.
Was she weird for liking it? Maybe. Did she care? Deffinetly not. That was evident by how intensely she was fingering herself. Her other hand flew to her breast, squeezing and fondling it for additional pleasure. Her knees grew weak again and the support of the tree wasn't enough. She fell on her butt into her still warm puddle of pee. It was like it intensified her pleasure as she played with herself more vigorously.
It didn't take long for her to come in what was the best orgasm Chloe had had since her teenage years. The hand on her breast flew to her mouth, holding back a loud moan. Common sense returned to her and she realized that she had just masturbated in the bushes like some horny teenage boy.
She was beet red. Her arms fell to her sides as all her limbs relaxed. She was exhausted. The puddle of pee had mostly absorbed into the ground and left only damp mud. The pee that was on Chloe's clothes had cooled now, leaving them cool and sticky.
She was speechless. She had no clue on what had just happened. The best course of action would probably be to leave, so she did just that. Supporting herself against the tree, she stood back on her feet. She ran her hand over her butt and thighs, wiping away at any dirt stuck to her. She took her shoes, handbag and calmly left the thicket.
After finding a bench, Chloe sat down and wiped the dirt off of her feet and put her shoes back on. She noticed how she left behind a trail of pee drops wherever she went. She got up and thoroughly examined herself. Her crotch and butt were soaked in a dark wet patch and her pantyhose showed streaks of pee running down her legs. A quick look around told her nobody was nearby. Still, she took her handbag and held it over her wet rear. Sporting a poker face as if nothing had happened, she finally went home.
To her luck, the streets were mostly empty. The few cars that did pass by passed quickly and most pedestrians didn't seem to bother. Save for one man much younger than Chloe that walked opposite to her direction and saw her wet crotch. After thoroughly examining it, just as he passed Chloe, he looked at her with a cheeky smile and a wink.
Chloe blushed, but didn't really know what to make of it. Did he find it attractive? Who the hell finds a woman who's wet herself attractive?
She arrived at her apartment, unlocked the door and bolted in, locking it behind her. Finally, after a chaotic day like this, she was home. She let out a sigh of relief as she leaned against the door.
Her roommate Cassie was fast asleep in her room, evident by the snoring coming from it. Chloe didn't announce her arrival. Cassie had to rest. She was sick, after all.
Chloe immediatelly went to the bathroom and stripped naked, tossing her dirty clothes into the laundry basket. She wanted to shower and go to bed, but couldn't help but feel hungry. Remaining naked, she went to the kitchen and made herself a simple sandwich. She couldn't be bothered with anything more complex.
Once done, Chloe went back to the bathroom and took the shower she'd wanted to take since morning. As she washed herself, she noticed that she needed to pee again. If she wasn't so tired, she'd have tried to hold it, if only to feel an orgasm as intense as earlier. But, as she was exhausted from everything that had happened today, she let her pee flow out. She was surprised by how much there actually was.
Washing her womanhood, she felt it tingle as she brushed her fingers through her bush and between her lips. A few more brushes later and she was full-on masturbating in her shower and fondling her naked breast, all while fantasizing about her accident earlier. She came and had to hold back another moan, not wanting to wake up Cassie.
Just today she had climaxed three times. All because she got unlucky or couldn't plan her bathroom breaks. Withiout a doubt, she had discovered something within herself. Some new fetish or something. She didn't know exactly, but knew she'd find out soon enough. If holding on to a bursting bladder meant so much enjoyment, then it was worth it. What if she tried to masturbate while she was full like she wanted to on the bus?
"Guess I should avoid bathroom breaks more often then." She said to herself in a playful tone as a devilish smile grew on her face. She felt like she'd opened up a whole new world of possibilities.
But now was not the time to explore them.
Stepping out and drying herself, she went to bed. She remained naked as she didn't bother to put on any other clothes and crawled into her bed. She relaxed and quickly fell into a blissful sleep. |
This is my first story, hope I don’t disappoint!
Okay then
My perspective
“I have to peeeeee.” Jordan said, whining.
“We’re almost there. Just hold it a bit longer.” I replied. We were on our way to a hotel for the week. It was still in Cali, but you can’t go that far in a short period of time in a car. We had 20 miles left, so I knew she could make it, or so I thought.
Jordan’s perspective
I just told max I needed to pee. Saying that was a complete understatement. I was at a 8/10, and I couldn’t hold it for much longer. My hands were already in my pants, pressing down on my crotch. My legs were bent and I was bouncing one of them. I could make it though. I had to.
My perspective
After a bit of time, we got off the freeway and onto the actual road. It was kinda bumpy, so I was worried Jordan might get a bit worse, but she was holding on just fine.
Jordan’s perspective
I was not holding on just fine at all. I was barely holding on. My fingers were in my hole and I was so worried I would accidentally leak. Every single bump was so huge to me. I can make it. I can make it.
After a little longer, something bad happened that told me I didn’t have much time left. My first leak just exited my body. It was tiny, but I knew this was basically the end. It was for a split second, so my panties caught all of it, but we were going to have a problem.
My perspective
Finally, we were able to get to the hotel. I parked up front and left the car. Jordan took a bit longer, but she was doing great. I grabbed her hand and led her inside the building and to the front desk. She booked everything. As soon as she got up there I went to sit down.
Jordan’s perspective
This is bad. This is really bad. I can’t hold onto myself anymore, plus I have to talk for a while. I can hold it. I can hold it. I was bouncing back and forth on my legs, trying so hard to contain myself. Finally, after what felt like hours (but was probably actually 15 minutes) we were free. Before we left for our room, however, I asked the lady up front if there were any bathrooms around. She said that they were u see mantinence, and that she was sorry for the inconvenience. This was awful. I walked back over to max and we started walking towards our room, which was on floor three, at the end.
My perspective
Finally, we were free to our room. I grabbed Jordan’s hand and we started walking over. She quickly took the lead, however. Every once in a while, though, she would stop for a second. Nothing really happened though.
Jordan’s perspective
Every 20 steps I started to leak. I had to stop to force myself from going. I kept up at a high pace while max followed me going a bit slower. I can make it. I looked down at my pants after a while only to notice there was a small spot in the middle. I was wearing navy blue jeans so it wasn’t that noticeable, but this would be the end.
My perspective
Finally, we made it to our room after so long. I grabbed the key from out of my pocket and inserted it into the door. I unlocked it and entered the room. The room was great, spacious and clean. Sadly, the bathrooms were broken. After just a few seconds of getting used to the comfort of the room did terror strike.
Jordan’s perspective
Shit! The bathrooms are locked. I was relying on that and now I’m going to pee my pants. I shoved my hands down my pants and bent over. This was the end. As soon as max turned around to see how I was doing, disaster. I could no longer hold it. I tried to stop the flow so much but it just wouldn’t. The small dark spot on the front of my pants got bigger and bigger. The sound of water hitting the floor was loud. I was peeing my pants.
My perspective
I had the great idea to get a bucket, which for some reason they had, and put it under Jordan. She was peeing everywhere. Quickly, she tried to take off her pants. I could only watch as she struggled. Pee was everywhere, her pants were soaked and I didn’t know what to do.
“Max come here and help me with this!” She rushed. I went over, got onto my knees (wetting my sweatpants) and started to undo the zipper while she focused okay the button. It was so weird, taking off someone else’s pants while on a time limit. Finally, I got the zipper down and she got her button undone. I got up as she pulled down her pants and panties as fast as she could. This was the first time I had seen Jordan naked. She squatted down over the bucket and let it all out.
Jordan’s perspective
I was peeing everywhere, to the point where I needed Max’s help. It took us like 10 seconds to finally get it all off and I shoved my pants down. Came with it was my green panties, which were completely soaked. My bottom half was naked, but I didn’t care. I squatted down over the bucket and stopped trying to hold it in. The sound of water slowly filling a bucket was loud, as it kept rising and rising. It felt so good to finally release what I had in my bladder. After about 15 seconds I looked around at the mess I made. There was a huge puddle on the floor, my pants and panties were soaked and max could see my vagina. But, it didn’t matter. I was finally able to free myself.
My perspective
She had to pee so much. Even after we got everything off (which took like 30 seconds) she still continued on for another whole minute. I was kinda staring at her pee. I had never seen anyone go that much, let alone the female bottom part in person. We had a slight problem however. The bucket was about full after 30 or so seconds, and she wasn’t slowing down. The only other option we had was to have her put her clothes back on and to use her shirt to soak up whatever was trying to spill out. I told her this and without hesitation she stood up (while still going), put her panties and pants back on and took off her shirt and bra. Her bra was a pinkish color, almost matching her skin tone. Her boobs were amazing.
Jordan’s perspective
After max told me the idea I knew it was what we had left. I pulled up my pants and took off my shirt and bra. My entire body had now been exposed to him. I shoved them into my pants and they soaked nearly immidiately. I told him this and he ran to my suitcase. He took out super absorbent sweat pants and 2 pairs of underwear. I took everything off and away now, and put on the new panties and pants. It wasn’t stopping much, but it still helped a little bit. Finally, after another 15 seconds I slowed down and finally finished up.
My perspective
She had gone so much, but finally she stopped. We found some towels and cleaned up, and out all her dirty stuff in the bathroom to dry. The rest of the trip was great, however. The cleaner person fixed the bathroom up and let us have freedom. We never spoke about what had happened again, but it did bring us closer.
The end |
Chapter 2: In the beginning
As the music started and the audience clapped, a sudden sense of nervousness could be felt from many of today's contestants. Each one stood on their pedestals, soon to be the centre of attention for the next hour or more and each hoping to take home the prize money and not humiliate themselves on national television. Since the changes to the show, it had been getting much more attention than before, losing was not an option if they wanted to keep their dignity and their clothes dry.
"Hello and welcome to tonight’s episode of the weakest link, i'm your host Anne and today we have six lovely ladies hoping to go home tonight with the money. As im sure your aware by now, each round consists of 3 minutes on a chosen category where the contestants must work together to bank as much money as possible. But don’t get to friendly, only one of you can go home with the money tonight."
So lets begin:
A booming noise echoed throughout the studio, the lights fell away from the host towards the women in the centre of the stage, the only sound now the rapturous applause of the live studio audience. Another reason why none of the women tonight wanted to loose.
Round 1: "Today we are going to start things off with a 3 minutes of general knowledge, beginning with you Alex."
The sudden mention of her name brought her out of her current daze, her heart starting to beat faster. There was no backing out now, it hadn’t seemed real until this moment, as the lights and cameras turned to face her a sense of worry set in, what if she couldn’t do it?
The host looked down on her, from above her glasses perched on her nose
"Ok, Start the clock, Alex Which famous leader said 'England is a nation of shopkeepers'?"
Alex’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights, why did she have to go first. “ah…Winston churchil?”
"Incorrect, it was Napoleon Bonaparte." Great 0 for 1 Alex thought to herself.
"Amanda, Which flower is sometimes known as 'Traveller's Joy'?"
Amanda was also second guessing her decision to be on the show, she didnt realise how public it would be....wait she knew this one. “Clematis”
"Correct, Claudia,"
“Bank” She had yelled it more than said it, Claudia was determined not the be the first one to loose them money, and now at least they had something to play for, even if it was just £20.
Which bird, a member of the crow family, is known for its jet black plumage?
“ Rook”
"That is correct, Katy, in what body of water is the mouth of the river Nile found?"
“Mediterranean?”
“correct. Olivia, Where are the palatine bones found in the body?"
“The head”
“I’ll give it to you for that, the correct answer was the mouth. Scarlet, In 2012, Chelsea beat which German team on penalties to win the Champions League final?"
“Bayern Munich.” she was relieved, a sports question as her first one, she had really lucked out. Not that she was complaining.
"Correct. Back to you Alex, How many people made up the English pop rock group "Tears For Fears"?
Wait was that a music question, she was still in her own head about getting the first question wrong. But this was music and she knew music, in fact she had seen the group perform last year. “two”
“Correct!. Amanda", “Bank” Even though she was confident in her ability to answer these questions, 300 at this stage seemed to good to loose.
“The holy roman empire, was largely made from which two European countries”
“Italy and Germany”
“Correct. Claudia, What two colours are associated with the corners of a boxing ring?"
“Blue and red”,
"Correct. Katy", “Bank” that was another £50, now up to £370 with just under half the time gone.
"Who was the merchant sea-captain who made the first American circumnavigation of the world in 1790, and is known for trading voyages to the northern Pacific coast of North America between 1790 and 1793, which pioneered the fur trade in that region?"
..., was that even a question, all the others had been one sentence and that was like 3. “Uh…..im sorry…. Pass” she couldn’t think of anything and wasting time on this show was just as bad if not worse than wasting time. Hopefully someone else could make up for it later on. At least she banked.
“The correct answer was Robert Gray. Olivia, What do the initials "c.c." stand for when used in the address of a letter or e-mail?"
Katy glared at the host, that was nothing compared to the curve ball she just had to answer for.
“That would be Carbon Copy” Olivia said calmly, years of admin finally coming in handy.
“Correct. Scarlet, What Spanish artist said he would eat his wife when she died?"
“Oh, uh…Dali” scarlet wasn’t sure where she knew that from or what recess of her brain had kept it filed away, but she was sure glad she did.
“Correct. Alex, Who did Lady Diana Spencer marry?"
“Prince Charles” that was 2 in a row for her, her confidence had returned. She felt much calmer now, her breathing had somewhat returned to normal.
“Correct. Amanda, Who discovered penicillin?"
“Alexander Fleming”
“Correct. Claudia, How many states are there in the United States of America?"
Was it 50, or 52? “50?” there was a distinct pause, although probably less than a second it felt like an eternity to Claudia “correct”
Katy readied herself for another convoluted question
"If you want to make green paint. Which colours do you mix together?"
Wait that was it “Blue and Yellow” “Correct”
They were up to 450, now would be a great time to bank, but Olivia had played it safe once already.
"Olivia, What year did the Spanish Civil War end?"
Perfect she knew this “1939”
"Correct. Scarlet What does the roman numeral C represent?"
“100” “Correct
Every fibre in Alexes body wanted to say bank, but after two in a row, her confidence was high, but was it too high?
"Alex, Who lived at 221B, Baker Street, London?"
“Sherlock Holmes” “Correct” No, now she wasn’t a deer in headlights, now she was finding her stride.
Amanda had been watching nervously as the last few contestants didn’t bank, the host had barely started turning to look at her when she said bank, a full £1000. Even if she got it right the amount wouldn’t keep going up. Just 30 seconds to go and they already had 1,370.
“Amanda, How many dots are there on two dice?”
After a quick bit of mental arithmetic, “42”
“Correct. Claudia, What are the first three words of the bible?"
“The first three words are, In the beginning”
“Correct. Katy, What’s the name of the famous clock tower in London?"
Wait was that two easy ones in a row? “Big Ben” it seemed almost too easy
“Correct. Olivia, Where was Christopher Columbus born?"
“Genoa” she said it as fast as she could, just under 20 seconds left they had to make the time count.
“Correct. Scarlet, What did jobs were the 7 dwarfs doing before meeting sleeping beauty?"
The question confused scarlet for a second, from roman numerals to sleeping beauty, this really was general knowledge “uH, they were dwar….uhh MINERS!” she shouted
“Correct”
Alex had played it risky last time, she wasn’t about to risk It now though.
“Bank”
"Alex, What’s the capital of Kenya?"
“Nairobi”
“correct”
“bank”
Amanda thought it was done, but luckily it was a short question, and an easy one at that
“Amanda, Who starts first in chess?"
“white” “correct”
“Bank” Katy shouted and just in time, the lights came up and the buzzer sounded to signal the end of the round. The lights and cameras now focused back on the host Anne.
“Well, I have to say im impressed, that has to be one of the best starting rounds we have had in a while. Together you managed to bank a total of £1,740 in just 3 minutes. If you keep that up one of you will be leaving very happy." The contestants finally managed their first smiles since starting the game, the first round was over and a lot of the anxiety seemed to have done with it.
“Now then, this rounds strongest link was a tie with many of you answering all questions correctly, however Amanda banked the most money and as such is the strongest link for this round. The weakest link was also tied between Katy and Alex who both got one question wrong, however Alex just managed to beat out Katy with the number of correct answers at the end there, so unfortunately, Katy you are the weakest link”
It was now that the smiles disappeared again, they had all forgotten in the stress of the questions, what they were actually worried about. Between the contestants stood a large metal container, brightly lit and showing a total of 1,740ml of water, water which was about to be inside their bladders. The catheters they had been given had also been forgotten, but now reminded of their presence each woman could feel it inside them. They had all been surprised by how small and unobtrusive the devices had been when they had put them in, although the sensation was still a strange one.But it was about to get even stranger as the water level in the tank started to fall.
Each of the women except Amanda's faces suddenly became one of discomfort and slight puzzlement as the bizarre sensation of a bladder rapidly filling internally came over them. The body temperature mixture pumped into them at a steady rate, barely able to feel it and yet knowing what was happening.
As soon as it started, Katy’s face went from slight puzzlement to worried, suddenly realising that as the weakest link she was already facing 870ml from just the first round. Her eyes went wide in shock as the water kept pumping in. Luckily for her, they had been told the water also contained a mild sedative, not strong enough to affect their muscle control, but it should stop any contractions and enable each woman to hold around double their normal capacity, which was a lot for her. But even with that in the back of her mind, Katy was still worried by the amount going into her bladder right now, there was a long way to go.
As the rest of the ladies pumps stopped at just over 215ml, Katy's kept going. She could defiantly feel it now, a need to pee that was only getting worse by the second. She looked around to see the others now seemingly relieved, with the strange sensation stopping and the barest need to pee. If she kept loosing she was in trouble, she wasn’t sure she could take another round like that. She had to do better, although that was easier said than done with her now constant need to pee. Finally the pump stopped and she breathed slowly, her suddenly full bladder slowly coming to terms with the amount of liquid current inside it. Unfortunately for her, they were also told that despite being able to put liquid in, these catheters did nothing to stop it coming out when the need was too much.
A sudden flick of the lights and drumming noise brought Katy back to the present,
“now its time for round 2, which will focus on Science”
Amanda almost cheered. Winning the first round and now the next was on her speciality, things were going her way so far. Meanwhile, Katy bit her lip, science was not her strong suit either, but she just had to win if she wanted a chance at the money.
“Lets begin, this time with Amanda”
“Recent studies suggest that the appendix might be used for what function in the body?”
“Storing gut microbes” “Correct”
And that was it, the round flew by for the contestants. Amanda was the clear winner, getting each question correct. Many of the others made mistakes or had to pass on questions they didn’t even understand, let alone know the answer too. They totalled a measly £670 which was less than half of what they got in the first round. Without Amanda they would probably not have got even half that much money, although while many were glad she was here Katy couldn’t help but feel an amount of resentment. Each right answer from Amanda meant more water for her already aching bladder to take. By her second wrong question on something about the nitrogen cycle, she knew she was going to end up as the weakest link again. As such, she had been tactically banking, trying to limit the progression towards the larger amounts at the top on, although in some ways she wished she hadn’t and now had to face an extra 335ml.
As the host finished congratulating Amanda, the girls felt their pumps activate for a second time, although for a much shorter amount of time. Each could now feel that their bladders were somewhat full, well except for Katy whose need was becoming urgent. But as the pump finished filling her, Katy reminded herself, “you didn’t come on this show to win by intelligence, you came to win by strength, you have an iron bladder that won’t be beaten. Lat month we beat more than a dozen people in that stupid college drinking game and you know you can hold at least a litre on a good day.” She took a deep breath and centred herself, it was going to be hard but she knew she could do it. Looking around, some of the others were staring to look needy, with less than a third of what she had in her. This wasn’t a sprint, it was a marathon.
Current totals
Alex: 302ml
Amanda: 0ml
Claudia: 302ml
Katy: 1205ml
Olivia: 302ml
Scarlett: 302ml
Well that was a bit longer than I originally planned, hopefully it wasn't too much about the questions, I'll possibly do every other round as a full list of questions, otherwise it might be a little long and also a little short of desperation. Would love to know what you guys think so far, any tips would be appreciated!
More coming soon. |
Chapter 3: The whale.
“Now that the pumps have finished, lets see if you ladies can do better in round three, which is on sports”
Until now Scarlet hadn't been feeling the most confident, she had held her own but knew it was her strength not intellect that she was relying on to win. But with the mention of sports she suddenly perked up, this was her strong suit and her chance for a break. Now, if she could also get the others to do well in this round, she could really start to make the others feel it. She felt bad about doing it to them, but she was sure they would all be doing the same in their speciality rounds.
The lights came down and cameras turned back to face each of the contestants, the next round was beginning.
“Starting with Claudia, in what sport is the trophy of borg warner awarded?”
"Indie 500"
“correct, Katy, what is the second event during a men's decathlon?"
“High jump“ she thanked her brother the track start for that one, hopefully she could keep up the questions and get some banking in this round.
“Incorrect, it’s the long jump” Katy looked at her in disbelief, this couldn’t be happening again could it? She cursed the small swimming pool of liquid currently calling her body home. She knew the answer, but a quick slip of concentration and she might end up paying the price. Her legs unconsciously squeezed closer together, as if in preparation of what might be about to happen.
"Olivia, name the 100/1 winner of the 2009 grand national"
“Mon Morne”, a bet she was unlikely to forget as a £10 stake got her 2 weeks in Tenerife.
“Correct, Scarlet in which city is the San siro lo…”
“Milan”, she had answered before the end of the question, scarlet was playing to win and win big.
“Correct, Alex why was there no baseball world series in 1994 in America?”
“Player strike?” she wasn’t sure of the answer since she was a child at time, but what else could it have been.
“Correct, Amanda, Desmond Douglas was in the world top 10 for which sport?
“Table tennis”
“Correct, Claudia which player famous beat Ivan lendel in the French open with an underhand serve?”
“Michael Chang” A favourite of her Dads, ever since that day
“Correct Katy, which country won the first ever football world cup?”
Finally something she knew “Uruguay”
“Correct, Olivia which country has played in every football world cup since their debut?”
“Brazil?” it was a total guess, she knew nothing about football except that Brazil were good.
“Correct” She sighed in relief, something Scarlet seemed to sense.
“Bank”
“Scarlet, in which year was the first Wimbledon ten.….”
“1877”
“Correct, Alex, who is known as the godfather of boxing”
“Muhamad ali”
“Correct, Amanda, how high is a basketball hoop in feet?”
“10”
“Correct, 1 minute to play. Claudia, which country does Novak Djokovic come from?”
“Serbia?”
“Correct, Katy,” – should she bank? She isn’t winning at the moment so if she gets it wrong its half for her anyway, so why make things worse.
“How many ground referees are there in a football match?”
“1” an answer so simple it almost seemed like a trick question.
“Correct, Olivia who was the winner of the 2013 tour de frace?”
“Chris Froome”
“Correct, Scarlet Who has the most consecutive wins in Wrestle mania?”
“The undertaker”
“Correct”
“Bank” another 600, just what Scarlet wanted.
“Alex Kevin keegan joined what team after leaving Liverpool in 1971?”
“Manchester united?” it was a total guess.
“Incorrect, it was Scunthorpe united”. Alex glanced at Katy, that was one wrong answer each, and time was almost up, would Katy get another question?
“Amanda, which is the only sport in the USA that doesn’t use a game clock”
“um….." she paused thinking for just a few seconds "Base ball?”
“Correct”
“Bank!” Claudia had just got there in time, no Sooner as she had said the words, the buzzer went and the lights came up again.
Scarlet was confident she would be the strongest link, although everyone did well in that round. Katy meanwhile was starting to fidget, the pressure finally starting to get to her and making her tap her foot. She kept telling herself it was all in her head, but just looking at her usually flat stomach clearly told her it wasn’t. A noticeable bulge was sticking out, easy to see in her form fitting purple dress.
“Another good round for you, with £1,220 added to your total, that was clearly a good round for you Scarlet, but if you could let me finish my questions that would be nice." The host was now half glaring at her, but she didnt care, she was about to get the upper hand in the competition. "But either way, you tied for the strongest link again, but banked more than the others. So, for this round you are the strongest link”
A pit was opening up in Katy’s stomach, unsure if it was the amount of liquid in her, or the thought of taking even more that was making her slightly queasy. Her foot tapping had escalated, now her legs were constantly shuffling behind the podium.
“Unfortunately, Katy you are the weakest link, Alex just beat you by banking that 600 earlier, you need to be quicker on the banks if you want to avoid being the weakest link next time.”
The advice fell on deaf ears, Katy was too busy giving herself another pep talk, in preparation of the next load of liquid. Another 710ml which by her calculations would put her worryingly close to the 2 litre maximum she estimated she had. That is, if the drugs even worked how they said they did? Despite a lack of spasms which was a blessing, she could defiantly feel the tension in her bladder which was already uncomfortable to say the least. A sensation only made worse when the pumps activated once again. Katy wanted to scream, as much in frustration as in pain. She had lost the last 3 rounds in a row, how could she let this happen? She looked at the other women, most with their eyes closed trying to remain calm as their bodies were pumped full of more water.
Scarlet was enjoying the momentary respite, looking on as Katy's bladder seemed to balloon more and more with each passing second. She didn’t know how someone so small could contain so much liquid, maybe the drugs really do work, or maybe she is just that good at holding. Either way she was glad she wasn’t in her position.
On the other hand Katy was grimacing now, unable to hide the discomfort as she leaned against her podium. Using it for support and for a bit of added pressure to keep her internal lake at bay. Each second filled her with more water and bringing her closer to a very public accident. But she couldn’t let that happen, she just couldn’t!
Despite the overwhelming evidence that it wasn’t, she started chanting to herself again “its all in your head, you can do this, you've had to go worse than this in the past”, it was a lie, she knew it was a lie, but it was all she could think of to stop herself exploding on the spot. Thankfully after 30 seconds the pump stopped and she regained control of her breathing. She unclenched her hands which had been tightly balled by her sides, looking down at them there were clear marks where her nails had left dents In the palm of her hands from how tightly she had been clenched. But instead of making her want to release and get it over with, it made her more determined not too, she had the willpower to win!
“Round four will be on art and literature, are the contestants ready?”
The ladies all nodded, as Katy lent further towards the podium, steeling herself for the next round of questions. Her bladder throbbed gently inside her, the frequent pulses now stopping Katy putting her discomfort to the back of her mind for long. This was going to be long contest and she just hoped that her increasing discomfort wouldn't cause her any more slip ups. She looked at the host at the lights came back down to her level, squinting as she caught the direct beam of one of the lights.
“First question is for Katy, 3 minutes on the clock starting now, Which 1851 novel was first published in Britain under the title The Whale?”
“Moby dick” it had to be, it’s the only famous whale book?
“Correct, Olivia The Bennet family appear in which Jane Austen novel?”
“Pride and Prejudice”
“Correct, Scarlett Which painter is associated with the Stour valley on the Essex/Suffolk border?"
“John Constable”
“Correct, Alex Who wrote The Day of the Jackal about an attempted assassination of Charles de Gaulle?"
“Frederick Forsyth” she hated reading it at school, but now with everything on the line she was glad she had. The slight tenseness in her bladder a constant reminder of what was to come if she was the weakest link. It was close last round, but she was only growing in confidence.
“Correct, Amanda, Who painted a number of paintings of water lilies in his garden at Giverney?”
“Monet”
“Correct, Claudia, About which otter did Henry Williamson write a 1927 novel?”
“Tarka Otter”
“Correct, Katy, During the reign of which King of England was Hans Holbein the Younger a prominent painter?”
Finally something she knew “Henry VIII”. Sh*T, she should have banked. As soon as she said it, what Anne had said that last round made sense to her, she should defiantly have banked, with no wrong answers yet it could be the difference between the strongest and weakest links.
“Correct, Olivia Who is the chief protagonist in John Buchan’s The 39 Steps?”
“Richard Hannay”
“Correct”
Scarlet Knew she should bank, but one more question and it would be the full £1,000.
“Scarlet, Which pottery form takes its name from the Italian for “baked earth”?”
She sighed in relief, “Terracotta”
“Correct” “Bank” “That’s another £1,000 and we are at the half way mark, Alex, How long did Rip Van Winkle sleep for?"
“20 years”
“Correct, Amanda What was the first name of Agatha Christie’s Miss Marple?”
“Jane”
“Correct, Katy,” “Bank” “Whose “Laughable Lyrics” included The Quangle Wangle’s Hat and The Dong with a Luminous Nose?”
"Edward Lear" Why did she know this, not that she was complaining, at least about the questions. Her plan had worked as well, she banked £50 which was more than some of the others.
"Correct"
“Bank”
lthough it seemed like some might have cottoned onto her plan, Katy turned to look at Olivia who gave her a knowing smile back, she was defiantly onto her. But as long as nothing went wrong, it would all be fine, wouldn’t it?
“Olivia Who painted his grandson in the famous work, Bubbles?”
“Sir John Everett Millais”
“Correct, Scarlet Who is the wizard in The Hobbit?”
“Gandalf”
“Correct, Alex, Which of King Arthur’s nephews had an encounter with the Green Knight?
“Sir Gawain”
“Correct" “bank” "Amanda In which country are Njál’s Saga and Laxdaela Saga set?”
“Iceland”
“Correct" “bank” . it appears everyone was playing Katy's game now, checking the time she wasn’t sure if she would get another question.
“Claudia, By law, what had to be lowered at least once during every theatrical performance although this has been relaxed in recent years?
“The safety curtain”
“Correct Katy" “BANK”
And again, the buzzer sounded on the end of the fourth round, she had done it. Katy wasn’t last.
“Despite a great start with the maximum reached in less than half the time, some over eager bankers seemed to have stopped you in your tracks. The total for round four is £1,230, with Alex taking the top spot due to her max bank, unfortunately Scarlet its your turn as the weakest link."
That took her by surprise, she hadn’t noticed the little game everyone else was playing, she was to focused on getting her answers right, which she did. Not a single wrong answer, and yet here she was. But it wouldn’t be too bad would it, she missed out last round so it evens out right? She turned to look at Katy, as if taking a look into her future. She could have sworn Katy's bladder looked even bigger than it did at the end of the last round, she was currently gently holding it with her legs crossed, sweat forming on her brow from the effort, although she still looked quite calm from the outside.
Inside, the adrenaline from the rounds themselves was keeping her mind occupied, but these intermissions were starting to prove hard to deal with, with nothing else to occupy her mind. She could only take short shallow breaths, her bladder was now so full even filling her lungs with air seemed to apply more pressure to her heavily distended bladder. She was at capacity but determined to win at all costs. Then the pumps activated for the fourth time.
Despite not losing, katy still hadn’t won and as such was taking in her share, by her count that was an extra 154ml. It was hardly anything compared to what she had already taken, but she could feel it, like the pressure was increasing exponentially with each extra millilitre. She stopped breathing completely as the tightness in the bladder reached a crescendo, an ocean of liquid pushing with all its might against the thin walls of her tiring body. Catching a glimpse of herself in the reflection of one of the podiums showed her the extent of the damage, she looked pregnant. Her bladder stuck a full 4 inches out, her skin tight purple dress doing nothing to hide it. But seeing it properly for the first time somehow made it worse, as if the reality finally sank in and the pressure seemed to double almost instantly. A moan escaped her pursed lips, the pulses from her tiring muscles were getting closer and closer together as more and more water entered her. Looking at her protruding bladder she thought she could see it physically quivering in effort to keep its content contained. This was it, Right from that first question, everything was against her. Shaking her head in denial, her willpower the only thing holding her sphincter shut. Crossing her legs didn’t even help at this point, in fact she felt if she moved then that would be it. She was stuck in this position for eternity.
Then it happened, the inevitable. Katy's arms moved with lightning speed as she shoved her hands between her legs as hard as she could, but it did nothing. Her body simply refused to hold onto her pee any longer, far beyond its usual capacity it wanted it out as fast as possible. A thunderous torrent of liquid began spraying out of her at a speed and ferocity that was hard to imagine. The pleasure was almost too much for Katy, as her knees buckled and she fell into a crouch still peeing full force. A lake of liquid surrounded her, still expanding from her never ending pee, turning her pristine dress darker and darker as her bladder finally emptied itself. It turned out her earlier estimates of being able to hold 2 litres were about right, that final 69ml was what did her in.
To Katy there was no embarrassment, just relief as the world faded out and she focused on the relief. She had been lying to herself, and now she could admit it. This was the worst she had ever needed to pee in her life, and this was the pest dam piss of her entire life.
The average mammal relieves a full bladder in around 21 seconds, it took more than 100 for Katy to stop peeing. Almost 2 minutes in bliss, and then she heard it, the applause. Were people actually applauding her for wetting herself? Even so, the years of training and inbuilt shame overcame her. Katy quickly stood from the giant puddle she had created, her once pristine dress still dripping she avoided eye contact with everyone as she quickly made her way off the stage. Her bladder had let her down, something she was sure could never happen.
And then there were 5.
Stats and the end of round 4.
Alex: 455ml
Amanda: 307ml
Claudia: 609ml
Olivia: 609ml
Scarlet: 917ml
Katy: 2069ml – 6th place
I hope you guys liked that chapter, im still developing my writing ability but we finally got to a wetting! More desperation should be happening from here on out as the rounds continue.
Who will win in the end?
Stay tuned to find out! |
Chapter 4
Scarlet couldn’t help but feel slightly glad for Katy's sudden and noisy accident, as all eyes and cameras turned to watch the torrent of liquid spreading rapidly across the floor. It gave her the chance she needed to hold herself and despite the discomfort of hearing over two litres hitting the hard concrete floor at speed, a gentle squeeze of her crotch through her Jeans helped take the edge off. Losing that final round had almost tripled the amount of water inside her and Scarlet was starting to struggle with the increase in pressure. Her confidence had taken a hit, even though she was sure she could hold much more she was doubting her ability to win all the same. But then, as Katy entered the second minute of continually peeing, Scarlet's bladder started to calm and she again felt in control of her body. Now aware of a heavy weight of water inside her, accompanied by a certain tenseness of her muscles that wasn't there at the start of the round. But taking a deep breath and standing straight she removed her hand and took her spot at the podium.
Many of the other contestants were still watching the spectacle Katy was providing for them and audiences around the world, many awe struck by how much she had contained. Taking a look around Olivia was hoping to gauge where everyone was, but only Claudia and Scarlet seemed to have been effected by the last round. Unsurprisingly it was scarlet that looked the worst off, she had lost the last round and had therefore been filled up the most. In her head Olivia was trying to keep tabs on everyone and their intake, she currently put herself in joint second for the fullest bladder. Although the true capacities of the other contestants were unknown to her, she needed to step up her game if she didn't want to follow Katy in making a rather large but finally ending puddle.
Although she had to admit to herself, there was something was starting to excite her about the challenge that lay in front of her and the other women.
“So with one contestant down and one massive puddle up, lest continue with round five which is on current events.”
Olivia nodded at hearing this, Just what she needed. As her speciality this round was hers to win and should hopefully level the playing field a bit.
Question one starting with Olivia, Which company executive was fired this month after safety concerns and mismanagement of the 737 Max airliner in 2018 and 2019?
“Dennis Mullenberg”
“Correct”...
Similarly to round two, this set of questions on current events went as expected with a reasonably high scoring round and another £1,150 where Olivia blazed the way. Despite a series of difficult questions she aced the round with no mistakes and also banking the most money. Unfortunately for Scarlet, a tricky question about Japanese politics tripped her up one time too many, meaning that yet again she was the weakest link. To Scarlet it was what she feared, two rounds in a row on subjects she want strong on. She cursed herself for feeling glee at watching Katy suffer, it was as if the karmic gods had taken exception to her. Despite this, while she may not have been strong in those rounds academically, she was sure of one part of her body that was plenty strong enough to hold out a little bit longer.
Knowing the problems she had last time, all pretence of trying to be stealthy about holding herself disappeared. As soon as the round ended, she had closed her eyes, slowed her breathing and held herself openly. She stood there tightly gripping her crotch, waiting for the switch to be thrown and another 575ml coarse through the catheter device and into her bladder. Thankfully her bladder had seemingly gone back normal during the round, after stretching to accommodate the new liquid. A feat she was hoping it would repeat now, as the strange sensation of her bladder filling from within started again. Her mind entered a state of meditation as she concentrated solely on her breathing, In...and out..... Despite this, she could feel her ever filling, ever stretching and the now increasingly heavy weight of her bladder straining against her jeans and consciousness.
It took about 30 seconds to fill Scarlet with the extra half a litre, an eternity compared to the 10 seconds the other contestants felt as the tiniest of amounts was added to their internal tanks. Most of women were starting to feel the need to pee, but now with the pumps tuned off they started watching Scarlet with interest. As the oldest of the group many had expected her to be the first one out, but her knowledge had given her a strong start. Current events had proven to be her Achilles heel and not banking tactically to protect herself the round before were coming back to haunt her. But the others watched as she slowly opened her eyes and straightened her back. She looked surprisingly calm, although there was a clear bulge visible above her jeans, but it was nothing compared to what they had seen coming from Katy’s stomach.
It would appear the game was set to continue.
“Round 6 will be on popular culture” announced the host as the contestants in various stages of desperation took to their podiums. Some now stood with legs crossed, Claudia was now gently swaying her legs while Scarlet appeared to have one hand in her Jeans pockets, permanently applying pressure where it was needed.
“Starting with Scarlet, Which cult TV show from the 1990's, featuring David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson, was resurrected in 2016?
“X files”
“Correct", Scarlet breathed a sigh of relief, although her bladder wasn't calming as quick as it had done last round.
"Alex who is Beyonce married too?”
“Jay Z”
“Correct, “Bank” “Amanda, which is the oldest Kardashian?”
“Khloe?”
“Incorrect its Kourtney, Claudia Which actor made his debut as James Bond in the film Casino Royale in 2006?”
“Daniel Craig,” she hadn’t seen him in a film before that, but had a massive crush on him afterwards, something about his accent and stern expression.
“Correct, Olivia which celebrity couple famously separated in September 2016?”
“Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.”
“Correct, Scarlet Which hugely popular American TV comedy follows the lives of Jay Pritchett and his family?”
“Modern Family”
“Correct, Alex In which city where the 2016 summer Olympics held?”
“Rio" – she had been there, although not when the Olympics was on.
“Correct, Amanda, Howard Wolowitz is a character from which popular U.S. TV show?”
“The big bang theory”
“Correct, Claudia Who topped the Billboard charts with the single "Love Yourself" in February, 2016?”
“Justin Bieber”
“Correct, Olivia, The character Jar Jar Binks first appears in which of the Star Wars movies?”
“The Phantom Menace.”
“Correct, Scarlet Who won the 2016 Grammy for Album of the Year with the album "1989"
It had taken its time, but Scarlet was glad to feel her bladder starting to settle again. Thankfully it hadn’t messed up any of her answers yet and all the contestants seemed to be on a roll.
“Taylor Swift”
“Correct, Alex Which leading fashion designer was found dead in his London home in February, 2010?”
“Alexander McQueen.” She was a bit taken aback by the bluntness of the question.
“Correct, Amanda” “Bank” “Which song topped the Billboard charts for 14 consecutive weeks in 2015?”
“Uptown Funk”
“Correct, Claudia In the Ice Age movies, what is the name of the woolly mammoth?”
“Manny”
“Correct and we are half way through, Olivia Which member of the boy band One Direction left the band in March, 2015?"
“Zayn Malik”
“Correct, Scarlet Who won the 2019 Best Actor Oscar?
“Rami Malek” He was good in Mr robot too.
“Correct, back to Alex, Which actor plays the role of Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies?”
“Johnny Depp”
“Correct, Amanda, Kim Sears married which leading British sports star in April, 2015?”
“Andy Murray”
“Correct, Claudia In which medical TV drama was the unconventional lead character played by Hugh Laurie”
“House MD” She’d had a bit of a crush on him too. Maybe she just had a thing for slightly grumpy looking British men?
“Correct, Olivia How old was Leanne Rimes when she released her first single “Blue?”
“13”
“Correct, Scarlet Who produced and performed in the 1989 Batman soundtrack that included the hits “Batdance” and “Partyman”?
“Prince”
“Correct 30 seconds left," “Bank" "Alex who wrote Jurassic Park?”
“Michael Crichton”
“Correct, Amanda Who was Kim Kardashian’s second husband?”
“Kris Humphries” A fact that she too was not sure she knew where she got it from.
“Correct, Claudia” “Bank” “How old is Tom Hanks?”
“63” "Correct" “Bank”
And finally the buzzer went, it had felt like a speed round, with mainly one or two word answers they had managed to ace the round!
“Well, Ladies I think its safe to say that is one of the highest round scores we have ever seen on this show at £2,120. In fact I think that’s in the top 3 all-time scores so you guys should feel proud of your selves. Alex is again the strongest link and despite being such a great round, sadly there does have to be a weakest link and this round that was Amanda, with the only wrong answer that round.”
Amanda had completely forgotten about her wrong answer, she got a big bank in and had thought she was safe. She glanced at the container in the middle of the stage, more than 2.1 litres of water stood ready to be disseminated amongst them, but half of which was for her. Just the thought made her stomach do a flip and her knees feel weak, she watched a droplet of condensation mockingly slide down the cold metal and drop onto the floor as if a harbinger of what was about to come. She was winning, by far in the lead and now in one round she would be right there with them. Maybe even worse off than some. Her head suddenly became hazy as if was struggling to understand what had just happened, how could her chances of winning disappear so quickly? To her dismay and discomfort,as she was contemplating her downfall the pumps turned on and for both Amanda and Scarlet it felt as if someone had turned a tap on inside them full force.
Scarlet was already feeling sorry for herself and had resumed the previous rounds pose that had worked so well, but this time it seemed to prove to much as she grunted in effort and hunched over as the water poured in. But it was nothing compared to what Amanda was feeling, she had been doing so well with only about 500ml in her so far. Just 500ml, slowly added over time and amounting to something that for someone like her was no effort to contain. But in 30 seconds a full 1060ml was pumped full steam into her bladder. Amanda and the audience looked down at her abdomen and saw her bladder expanding in front of their eyes. The relatively loose blazer and pants combo suddenly becoming taught as her stomach was suddenly twice as big. Her heavy breathing quickly gave way to low grunting noises as the exertion started to take its toll.
Amanda's bladder was now clearly visible, pressing out of her stomach and threatening to break through the buttons of her suit pants. Her eyes closed and jaw clenched she continued to make strange grunting noises, wincing slightly as her waistband dug into her. Still the pump filled her, she felt her bladder stretching to, and perhaps slightly beyond it’s capacity. She fought to remain calm, it was just the speed she was being filled that had caught her off guard, nothing more. But even as the pump finally stopped, the guttural noises she was making continued.
Suddenly, she felt it, the slightest warm sensation between her legs. she quickly grabbed her womanhood with both hands, Amanda had leaked, but only she knew that. A small crack had appeared in the dam of what was to come, but somehow, by some miracle she stemmed the tide and even managed to remove her hands. For the audience and other contestants it was easy to see the effort her muscles were under, by the amount of sweat now forming on her brow. She looked down again to see the ridiculous bulge now in her midriff where 40 seconds ago, only a slide bump was present. This is absurd she thought to herself, she was so full it was starting to hurt. The seconds ticked by, with many waiting for the telltale pattering noise to signal she had lost it all, but despite discomfort Amanda slowly grabbed her podium ready for the next round. Her white knuckles and clenched jaw the only signs of the trouble she was in.
Current totals:
Alex: 647ml
Amanda: 1,559ml
Claudia: 963ml
Olivia: 1,155ml
Scarlet: 1,846 ml
Katy: 2069ml – 6th place
Amanda went from most empty to 2nd place in fullness, but will the speed of it take its toll. Alex and Claudia are now in the strongest positions, with a couple of good rounds for them both. But Who will win in the end? |
Chapter 5: The long game
As the five remaining women stood on their podiums waiting for the start of round 7, only Alex and Claudia seemed calm. Scarlet and Amanda were besides themselves in desperation, their legs constantly shifting and the occasional moan or whimper escaped from between their pursed lips. Olivia was in a solid third place as things stood, looking at her bladder there was a definite bulge accompanied by a strong need to pee. As she looked on to the struggling duo of Scarlet and Amanda, her confidence grew and so did her curiosity, Just how much could and would she be able to hold? would her strong bladder mean she could out play Alex and Claudia in the long run? Her mind began running through a number of scenarios, like a computer programme trying to predict the most likely path to victory.
Amanda shuddered, the still warm and wet patch between her legs a constant reminder of how close she as to a catastrophic failure, but it was the sudden onslaught of water was taking its toll on Amanda but know it had stopped she was holding strong. Meanwhile Scarlet was now stood with her legs crossed and both hands permanently pressing between her legs, as if shoring up a breaking river bank. Neither of the women looked confident, but all that can change in one round
“Round seven and we are back to starting with you Alex, the topic is Geography”
“So, 3 minutes on the clock starting now, Alex What river runs through Baghdad?
“Uh….” She was stumped, why would she know about rivers in the Middle East? “Pass” Not the best start. Hearing that word made Olivia perk up, her eyes narrowing as if she had chosen her target, one of the women in the lead had made a mistake and now she just needed to make sure Alex paid for it.
“Amanda, What is Earth's largest continent?”
“Asia”
“Correct, Claudia, What is the only sea without any coasts?”
“Sargasso Sea”
“Correct, Olivia What is the driest place on Earth?”
“McMurdo Dry Valleys in Antactica.” Thank you National Geographic
“Correct, Scarlet In what country can you visit Machu Picchu?”
She had been praying for an easy question now most of her concentration was now spent keeping her legs as tightly knotted as possible and preventing her dam from breaking and flooding the stage with what felt like gallons of pent up pee. For her, this was one.
“Correct, Alex Which African nation has the most pyramids”
“Tunisia”
“Correct, Amanda, What is the oldest city in the world?”
“Damascus” Although the stage was in serious risk of becoming the lost city of Atlantis if her bladder got its way. The sharp pain she had felt since the water was added was becoming more dull, but the absolute need to pee was still ever present.
“Claudia, Which U.S. state has the most active volcanoes?”
“Uh…maybe Alaska?”
“Correct, Olivia” “Bank”
“What is the largest country on the Arabian Peninsula?”
“Saudi Arabia”
“Correct, Scarlet, “What is the flattest continent?”
Flattest continent? how do you measure that? She had to physically pause and think, one wrong answer could be all it would take. In the end It didn't matter how much money they made if she wasn't going to win it. Taking a deep breath Scarlet closed her eyes and appeared almost as if she was shifting the pee out of the way of her brain. Well mount Everest is in Asia, there are loads of mountains in Europe and Machu Picchu that she just talked about is in south america so.. "North America?"
“Incorrect, Alex What continent is located at Latitude 90° S Longitude 0.00°?”
“Uh…..wait that’s got to be Antarctica at 0 right?”
“Correct, Amanda What is the tallest mountain in the world?”
Another easy one “Mt Everest” she said through gritted teeth as a spasm ripped through her bulging bladder. It was the first and she hoped the last, especially as the water was supposed to not cause them to begin with. Another dribble of pee had made its way out, re dampening her silk underwear that while a fashionable and provocative choice, she now wished she had worn something more absorbent.
“Correct, Claudia What city is the capital of Australia?”
“Canberra”
“Correct, Olivia, “Riyadh is the capital of what Middle-Eastern country?”
Despite a full bladder, it was Olivia's mind that was burning, using her energy to keep track of the goings and comings of this round. She knew that if she wanted to confirm her place as strongest link she should bank. But Scarlet and Alex were now tied as weakest link, it was a risk for her not to bank but scarlet needed it more than her, or more precisely Olivia needed to fill Alex up as much as possible to giver her a chance of winning. “Kingdom of Saudi Arabia”
“Correct, Scarlet" "Bank" She had done it, well as long as this question wasn't to hard. "What country is home to Kangaroo Island?”
She was in so much discomfort she could barely think, but it had to be Australia right? “Australia”
“Correct, Alex, What is the deepest point in Earth's oceans?”
“Mariana Trench”
“Correct, Amanda, What mountain is nicknamed the "Savage Mountain"?
“K2”
“Correct, Claudia, What country occupies the southern end of the Arabian Peninsula?
“Yemen”
“Correct” “Bank” “Olivia what….and the buzzer has gone.”
Neither Amanda or Scarlet appeared to either notice or care the round was over. Bother women were now hunched over, hands in crotch and eyes closed and for anyone watching It didn’t look like either would make it much longer. It also wasn’t about to get any better for them, but somehow with a little help from Olivia and despite their pre-occupations with not wetting themselves in front of a live studio audience, neither were the weakest link. “Alex you are the weakest link, while Olivia you are this rounds strongest link” A statement that made her feel much more relaxed as she smirked to herself and looked across as Alex, her plan was working. The need to pee was starting to become more pressing for Olivia, so getting a round off was defiantly what she needed right now. As the cameras raised away from them, only one thing was certain, more liquid was defiantly not what either Scarlet or Amanda needed. "A total of £1750 was won that round, another impressive total ladies that means your overall prize pot stands at an equally impressive £9,990" The total came up in front of the podiums, as if taunting those who were desperate and showing them how much money they would loose if they couldn't control their bladders. Something that on an ordinary day was no problem for any of the women on the stage, but this was no ordinary day. A fact that was reinforced to them as the pumps turned on and their bladders began filling again.
All the women except Olivia clutched at their heavy bladders, the buttons on Amanda's suit pants were beginning to strain against the pressure, pulled taught across her midriff. Scarlet's jeans were not so forgiving, not moving or giving even an inch more than they already had. Her bladder was now painfully constricted by the denim prison compacting more liquid than she had ever had inside her. As the water poured in, both began grunting again with effort, the sweat of exertion beginning to drip off Amanda's face. Her hair looked matted and the suit slightly preposterous due to the extra large bulge in her midriff that was her bladder. Both women were a sight, clenching everything as hard as possible and trying their best not to explode where they stood. Finally, the water going into all four women stopped.
Scarlet wasn't even sure if she was conscious anymore, light headed from all the panting it was if time had slowed down. She could hear her own ragged breaths as the effort to control her bladder took its toll, but that's all it was effort. As if hit by an epiphany, the blonde haired woman stood with wide eyes, all she had to do was put in the effort and she would win. She looked at the other women, all younger than her and none with kids. They didn't no the meaning of the word effort and with this realisation she slowed her breathing and regained her composure. However, her hands remained firmly clenched to her womanhood through her jeans, she might be feeling more confident but every little helps.
Amanda was having no such luck, her mind was blank expect for the agony she was feeling from her bladder. As soon as the water had started so had the pulsing, wave after wave of dull radiating pain was now shooting across her stomach as it grew. With her eyes closed she thought she could see the pulses in the darkness of her mind, each one a battering ram against the walls of her bladder. The only thing that kept her going was her determination to beat Scarlet, she opened her eyes in dismay as she watched her nearest rival appear to regain the composure she had lost more than two rounds ago. How! she cried to herself, to Amanda she has looked ready to explode but now she seemed far calmer. Her Abdomen! it wasn't anywhere near as bloated as her was, she was cheating she had to be? or maybe it was the drugs they had said, maybe they take time to kick in after all. Amanda had won the first two rounds, so she hadn't been exposed to them as soon as Scarlet, that had to be. If she could survive another round, maybe then they would start working and she would be back in the running. It had to be..... just one more round.
"With all our contestants set to continue, we will move onto round 8 and its chosen topic of animals"
"Amanda, the fur of what animal shares the light transmitting properties of modern fibre optic cables?"
She had only half heard the question, but she was completely sure she didn't know. She had to accept it, she was going to be the weakest link but if she could make it then the sedatives would kick in and she could concentrate on the next round and take back control of this game. But for now "Pass".
"The answer was Polar bear"
Amanda wasn't the only one worried by the bad start, Olivia was still trying to game the system and she needed both of these desperate women to do their best and Alex and Claudia to do their worst. But if they were to weak and desperate, Olivia would have to do it for them. For the next two and a half minutes, Olivia counted every bank, every right and wrong answer all in her game of bladder chess. She was lucky, despite the first wrong answer from Amanda, both her and Scarlet held their own from then on in. A wrong answer from Claudia in the second round of questions gave her hope and despite being on maximum money for her question she didn't bank, something Scarlet thankfully did and it was even followed by a quick bank from Amanda that left her and Olivia feeling much better. As the 20 second mark passed, Claudia answered her question correctly but didn't bank and Olivia knew she had her. Scarlet was still in front with banking and had so far got nothing wrong, even if she was to make a mistake, Claudia would still be the weakest link.
"20 seconds, Olivia, Keratin is a protein present in human hair, but what animal is illegally poached for an alternate product made of the same protein chain?"
Wait what?
This wasn't part of her plan, she had aced it until now and played the perfect game. She had to answer, maybe by some miracle it would get back to Alex and she would get one wrong. "Pass"
It didn't, Scarlet got hers correct and just as it moved onto Alex the buzzer sounded and the lights came up. Olivia's plan had failed and in the worst way.
"Congratulations, another round complete. There were a couple of difficult questions in there, but you guys still managed to bank £1,180. Scarlet was for the first time in a while the strongest link, while opposite to last round Olivia you are the weakest link."
Neither Olivia or Scarlet could believe their luck, but for totally opposite reasons. Olivia was furious with herself, her game had been ruined by her own incompetence. Maybe she was over thinking this, was she working the wrong way around? should she instead be focusing on winning rounds and leaving those too full of pee to concentrate to their own demise. If she hadn't have helped them both, she wouldn't be taking in another 590ml and her chances of winning would still be in tact. No, she still didn't doubt her ability to win but it might be less comfortable now. No, now it would be nothing but hardball from Olivia. She grimaced as the pumps turned on, the water flowing freely into her bladder she looked down and watched her bladder visibly stretch. This was the price she would pay for wrong answers, she was in control and this was her penalty. A masochistic side looked on relishing the increased pressure and tightness of her skin as she took stock of the consequences of her mistake and hoped it would teach her not to do it again.
Amanda hissed through her teeth as more water was added to her already at capacity bladder, she was done for. The hot sweats and flashes of pain intensified as the pump turned on, no longer sure if the wet spot between her legs was from yet more leaks or the sweat that she was now covered with. Her face portrayed the true extent of the effort, pain etched across it as the over inflated balloon of her bladder threatened to explode at any moment. Her sheer willpower was impressive to behold, many had thought she would have popped last round, and yet there she stood pushing past her capacity. Amanda's Hair now clung to her damp face, with eyes almost wincing alongside every pulse from her bladder, she stood in defiance with legs crossed and hands now pressing firmly on her crotch. For many in the audience, this was by far the most any contestant had put them through physically but then again this game wasn't over. Amanda didn't move or react as the pump turned off, her skin was pale as if all the blood had rushed to her face which was red with anguish.
Just as it had been when watching Katy, Scarlet was watching Amanda sure that it was her future held. The rounds where she was the strongest link used to take the edge off both physically and mentally, but now even as her pump remained still her bladder throbbed.The doubts started to creep back, this time with a new tactic. Instead of making her feel like she couldn't do it, she was now starting to question if it was worth the effort. All the pain and discomfort she now felt would only keep on getting worse, even without the added water from a round she could feel her muscles tiring. The despair of watching Amanda, more rounds, more water and the voices in her head overcame her new found confidence. She didn’t know if she had a chance of winning and defiantly wasn’t willing to put up with the pain she was being caused, despite the nice pot of cash at the end.
“Im sorry, I just cant do it any more. I’ve had 2 kids but this is too much for me.”
Slowly Scarlet walked forward letting out a big sigh as the pee started to pour out of her jeans. The light blue colour giving way to dark wet denim, the patch spreading rapidly across the entire front and back of her pants, due to the force it was being ejected from her tired body. Scarlet closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sensation as litres of pee left her body, She almost felt as if she was meditating. Her bladder slowly emptied over the next two minutes, leaving a gigantic puddle where she once stood, pee was over flowing from her shoes which had done their best to contain the flood before being completely overwhelmed. The stage was drenched and so was Scarlet, but she didn’t care. As the audience started to applaud, she too followed in the wet trail of Katy some minutes before, but looking farm more relieved. After all she had chosen her fate, not her body and that was something to hold onto.
Once she had finished calmly peeing an ocean onto the stage, all eyes turned to Amanda expecting her to follow suit. Amanda was now panting in effort of holding on, legs double knotted into a form of pee containing pretzel. The noise of Scarlet's accident had sent all signals to her brain to make her release but some how she had survived the two minute ordeal. With the latest edition of yet more water her suit pants now looked like they were about to burst open at any moment, never mind her bladder. That too was rebelling, full to capacity and spasming despite the drugs, through gritted teeth, Amanda got ready for the next round much to the amazement of all in the studio. Barely able to stand, covered in sweat and a bladder so stretched it looked like it was about to break out of her clothing she signalled she was ready.
“Well looks like we are down to our final 4, and now is time for round 9 which is on music”
This was Alex's speciality and despite feeling worse for ware after being the weakest link earlier, she was suddenly feeling better about her chances, she eyed Olivia and Claudia. Both appeared confident although they were also both bouncing and fidgeting, giving away their hidden need to pee. She caught Olivia's gaze who seemingly realised she was giving away her need more than she intended too and quickly stopped shuffling her legs. Olivia hated to admit it, but that last round had really filled her bladder up and she was really starting to struggle. But she was sure she could outlast Claudia and Amanda, it was just Alex she had to think about, but when it came down to it she was sure her bladder was stronger. Alex had only gotten to where she was because of her intelligence, when it was down to just them it would be Olivia's bladder that came out on top.
The lights came down and the contestants readied themselves for the next round.
Alex was clearly in her element quickly answering and banking her answers. Meanwhile, Amanda was having no such luck, missing two questions that seemed easy to Alex and many of the others. The need to pee was now so great it was overwhelming her ability to hear and respond to simple questions. Her breaths were short and raspy, her hands firmly clenched between her legs and her eyes almost always closed. She was now rocking gently forwards and backwards, as if the motion helped keep her waters at bay. But two minutes into the round and during a question on the beetles that the inevitable happened, a short gasp filled the room. followed by a splattering noise that quickly stopped.
Somehow she had squirted again, this time a lot more and everyone including the cameras had seen. Amanda screwed herself up even tighter, almost whistling with effort, the sweat was pouring from her, until finally something else started to pour out of her. It was like someone had turned on a fire hose the speed and ferocity that it shot out of her once clean pant suit legs. Gushing forth and meeting together in a frothing puddle on the stage, the wetness overcoming the vice light grip she had on her crotch and shooting out from between the interlocked fingers. The effort and force making Amanda involuntarily moan and grunt as the lakes of pee she had worked so hard to contain came flooding out in one ferocious torrent. “Im sorry,...urgh... I just... couldn’t hold it anymore” she breathed out, Her grunts slowly turning to moans of pleasure, as she stood there peeing with tremendous force into her once neat clothes. She felt in a way that she had never done before, in absolute bliss and with no contact being made. Despite having almost as much as the others, the speed at which it came out of her meant her pee lasted only 30 seconds, yet the puddle was just as big, if not bigger and combining with the still warm puddle Scarlet had just left. Amanda stood there, coming down from her almost silent orgasm like state, legs quivering in pleasure and tiredness, not caring about who witnessed it. Wondering if the pain was worth it, if it always felt this good, or would it be better with more? She was soaking wet, not an inch of her pants escaped the downpour, droplets of pee had even splashed up onto her top and podium due to the force. Her pants, once stretched to their limit were now loose again, the stitching on the top button even fraying slightly due to the immense pressure placed on it by her previously bulging bladder.
Her cheeks flushed as she regained her position on the stage, sheepishly avoid eye contact with anyone just as Katy had done and following the still expanding trail left by Scarlet and off the stage.
Meanwhile...
As Amanda’s torrent began and her assent into bliss took over, the host switched to Claudia, the timer still running and questions still being asked. Despite being a little put off by the show going on in front of them, the remaining contestants still managed a respectable £1,250. But as the round ended and Amanda left the stage, it started to sink in. Since there were just 3 of them and Alex was the clear strongest link, what would happen now?
“So, after that round Alex was the clear winner, while Amanda was the Weakest. However due to the fact she did not make it to the end of the round, the next weakest link was Claudia”
Claudia looked shocked, her and Olivia had almost stopped competing with each other to maximise the amount they won in the knowledge of Amanda being the weak link. Now she was beginning to regret letting Olivia bank more. ”However since we are not at the final 3 stage, there is no weakest link, but the strongest link still doesn’t have to take any water, its simply split evenly between both other contestants” Both women looked at each other, unsure what to say or do and then suddenly the all to familiar feeling of water entering their bladders began. 625ml is a fairly normal amount to hold and have a full bladder, but three times that is something very few were even capable of experiencing.
Both women doubled over simultaneously, clutching their ever distending bladders as more and more water was unceremoniously pumped into them. The 30 seconds felt like an eternity, but it was soon over and both women were able to stand, carefully. Olivia’s slim, almost petite body did nothing to hide her now bulging bladder, filled with more pee than she could remember holding. It looked like someone had slipped a small grape fruit down her dress, her otherwise flat features obscured by a dense hot ball of pee. While on the other hand, Claudia look down to see a much smaller bump but that was new to her. She had never been one to show any evidence of having a full bladder, no bulges or bumps even when at her most desperate. But now, she could see a clear and defined bulge where her bladder is, the realisation of her fullness making her situation feel more desperate as Claudia started to pee dance on the spot. Many of the others had opted for the stand still and wait approach, but apparently for her, it was dancing and constant gyrating that helped keep the pee at bay.
The final 3 (Current standings)
Alex: 1,544ml
Claudia: 2,135ml
Olivia: 2,370ml
Amanda: 2,106 - 4th place
Scarlet: 2,196 ml – 5th place
Katy: 2,069ml – 6th place
Hopefully I did the plights of Amanda and Scarlet justice. Sorry I couldn't continue to toy with then but in the end, someone has to win. |
Chapter 6: Cocktail’s for Dogs.
“Lets not keep our ladies waiting any longer than we need too, so let’s continue with round 10, History.”
The three remaining women looked at each other, no one seemingly that confident but all determined to do their best. They had all come so far and now it was the final stretch. While her knowledge of history was limited, Olivia’s confidence was at an all-time high. Despite being the most full she had made it to the final three and her clearly bulging bladder had managed to find the extra room she needed. The pain that had been present immediately after being the weakest link a couple of rounds ago was now a dull ache that could be ignored, but something in the back of her mind was telling her something wasn’t quite right.
Round 10 went as the lack of confidence had implied, their lowest scoring round to date. Maybe it was because there were less of them, or possibly because each girl was now nearing her bladders maximum. With a few wrong answers here and there, they only managed to accumulate just £860, a fair amount but nothing compared to their earlier rounds.
Claudia was beyond worrying about the money though, she just wanted to win and win quickly because things were starting to get out of hand. Halfway through the round she had felt a slight dribble escape her overfull bladder. Luckily she was wearing a skirt, but she didn’t think it would have been enough to be visible anyway. It was more the worrying fact that her tired muscles had started to fail, that was causing her current distress. Through the round she had continued to pee dance, now with one hand between her legs and the other cupping her bladder through her green top, as if trying to help carry the weight of it. Using various breathing exercises or full on pee dancing, all three remained dry through the round.
“So, not history buffs then I take it?, well based on the amount banked it is Olivia that comes out on top this round, sorry ladies.”
Alex and Claudia were both pacing as much as their podiums allowed, waiting for the water to enter them. Even though they hadn’t won that much, it was so much worse now that there were just 2 and they took half each. Earlier they would only expect to take 200 – 300ml if they were not the weakest link, but now it was more like double. In some ways both of them were happy that the round wasn’t too successful. A fact they kept reminding themselves as their pumps were activated and 430ml of more water was pumped into them. The feeling of their already full bladders bloating even more caused both women to start squirming and groaning, looking as if they were in the clutches of an invisible monster, instead it was their own will and determination to overpower their biological need to pee that was causing this.
Olivia watched them both intently, still slightly hunched over due to her intense need to pee, but it looked nothing compared to what Claudia was going through. Claudia had started gently rocking backwards and forwards, almost a mirror image of Amanda right before she violently burst. Her denim skirt riding up and revealing her underwear, but Claudia appeared beyond the point of worrying about things like that too. The weight of the world felt like it was currently trying to exit out of her urethra, and she was doing everything she could to make sure that didn’t happen.
While Claudia didn’t care that her skirt had ridden up, Olivia was very interested. Or more accurately, she was interested in the damp spot she could see on Claudia's underwear. She was close to breaking, she had to be. Alex on the other hand was struggling with her tight khaki pants, the accompanying belt had been lost rounds ago, but now even the clothing that was once too big were struggling to accommodate her ever expanding bladder. The first 5 rounds had been kind to Alex winning or at least not losing any of them, but her losses in the last 5 meant she was quickly filling and starting to worry.
But just as before, 30 seconds of water being pumped into them came and went, with both women still dry. Well for the most part.
“SO shall we begin round 11, its on food and drink”
The three women looked at each other, all seemingly confident in their ability on this topic. This was going to be an interesting round. But who will come out on top?
“Lets start with Alex, Baloney is a form of what?”
“Sausage”
“Correct, Claudia Mozzarella sticks are prepared using which type of cooking process?
She had zoned out, again concentrating on just one thing. Not peeing! But that wasn’t going to be good enough, this was it. She felt another dribble make its way out of her, but only Olivia seemed to notice the glistening droplet roll down Claudia’s toned thigh. “Deep frying” She managed to stutter out between breaths and through clenched teeth. Her only option, to win the round and buy herself more time. If she could even wait that long. As the cameras moved to the next person she quickly moved her hand from between her legs…it was wet, her dam was quickly weakening and she knew it.
“Correct, Olivia The snack commonly referred to as "potato chips" were originally called what?
Smirking at Claudia faltering “Saratoga Chips”
“Correct, Alex, Visiting which fast-food joint has become a Christmas tradition in Japan?"
“KFC”
“Correct, Claudia, In what year was the blue M&M introduced?”
“1995”
Correct, Olivia What Third World product from trees is a staple in the American food industry?
“Palm oil”
Correct, Alex, The red food-colouring carmine was extracted from which source?
“Beetles”
“Correct, Claudia, What is the name of the first pizzeria to open in the United States?”
“Lombardi’s, pizza”
“Correct, Olivia, What is eaten traditionally in the UK the day before Ash Wednesday?
“Pancakes”
“Correct, Alex, What is the main ingredient in hash browns?”
“Potatoes”
“Correct” “Bank” “Claudia, Which cocktail was made famous by rapper Snoop Doggy Dogg in the 1990's?
Why did it have to be a question on drinking anything, “Gin & Juice”
“Correct, Olivia Which liquor is made from the blue agave plant?”
“Tequila”
“Correct, Alex which beverage is advertised as being Sports Fuel”
“Gatorade”
“Correct and we are half way through, Claudia, Coconut water can be used as what in the case of medical emergencies?”
Why did they all have to be about water or drinking! “Blood Plasma” (Don’t try that at home)
“Correct, Olivia, Which condiment is traditionally served with fried seafood in the United States?”
“Tartar Sauce”
“Correct, Alex, Donuts are traditionally sold in boxes containing how many pieces?”
“A dozen”
“Correct, Claudia What does the Slavic word "vodka" translate to in English?”
“Little Water” all three visibly wince at just the mention of water. Their bladders reacting violently to the thought of needing to get any larger.
“Correct, Olivia, What popular alcoholic beverage is made from fermented rice?
“Sake”
“Correct, Alex, What are the four main ingredients in beer?”
“Grain, hops, yeast, and uhh…water” again with the water.....its like they planned it.
“Correct, BANK, “30 seconds”
“Claudia, What is the most popular spice in the world?”
“Pepper”
“Correct, Olivia, Where was the first McDonald's restaurant located?”
“California”
“Correct, Alex, What is sushi traditionally wrapped in?”
“Seaweed”
“Correct, Claudia, Monterey Jack is a type of what?”
“Cheese”
“Correct, Olivia, What is the official fruit of New York?”
“Apple”
“Correct, Alex…Bank” and the buzzer goes.
“Well it seems like you know your foods better than your history, that’s quite the score of £2,300, well done."
Despite the praise none of the three women squirming on the stage seemed happy. By now they had figured out what “good” meant, and it most defiantly wasn’t good for their maxed out bladders.
"Claudia, you banked the most so are the strongest link, as for the other two im sorry but you have quite a bit to take."
Alex looked at the tank, tears forming in the edges of her eyes. It was madness, how could they be expected to take another 1.15 litres on top of what they already had in them. Its more than most people can hold in one go anyway. A wide eyed Alex glanced around with a look of panic, the same deer in headlights appearing as did in question one. Only this time, her pants were much tighter and she needed to pee like she never had before in her life. Even Claudia who had won the round didn’t look pleased in her situation. One hand firmly pressed into her crotch, the other appeared to be gently stroking her distended bladder, as if trying to keep it calm. She was beside herself in desperation, gently hopping from foot to foot, a constant swaying motion that seemed to be helping her hold. In reality she had dribbled again, but despite this she was smiling or as close to a smile as she could manage right now, because she knew the end was near for both these women. There was no way they could take it surely? If she could last just 31 seconds it should be enough to win the pot and go home a dry champion.
And then it began not with a bang but with a whimper from Alex. Just like with poor Amanda earlier, the tap within them turned on at full blast as 38ml a second coursed through the tube and into their bladders, inflating them as if they were a party balloon and helium was going out of fashion. Both women clutched their bladders as they rocketed outwards, a feeling unlike anything else they had experienced. Not quite pain, not quite pleasure. Olivia had it slightly easier, her red dress easily moving with her expanding midriff, while poor Alex was suddenly trapped in the confines of a pair of pants once too big and now defiantly too small.
The thick material dug deeply into Alex’s bladder, forcing it to bulge out over the top and under the waist-band. The sheer amount of liquid contained in her bladder that was still being filled felt like torture, worse than any delayed morning pee, stuck in traffic desperation or drunk breaking the seal to early. Both women grunted and yelled as 10 seconds stretched to 20 seconds, Olivia stood tall head bowed breathing as if labour. She was mesmerised with her own bladder, it was ever expanding and ever filling. She was fascinated, almost drawn to the quivering mass of water that was now bulging inches out of her. She had never seen anything like it, she grunted in pain again as the water continued to fill her. A loud scream made her look to her left. Alex was now on her knees, both hands frantically pawing at her pants buttons, trying to relive the pressure any way possible. It felt as if she had a line of hot fire cutting into her flesh as the water pored into her already bulging bladder. Her pants were getting tighter and tighter by the second, the unforgiving material beyond taught against her flesh and still the water came. Tighter, and tighter, her bladder bulging over the waistband was now almost completely covering the buttons making it impossible for her to open them. More and more water entered until finally a popping noise filled the room, followed by a tearing noise.
Her Khaki pants had failed, her bladder had put them under such strain that the button had physically been torn from the fabric. Alex had wondered it if was her bladder that had exploded for a moment, there was relief and yet she was still dry. Beads of sweat running off her nose onto the ground as she clutched her bladder on all fours. Finally the torment ended. The full power tap was turned off, leaving each of them a small lake to contend with inside of their bladders. litres upon litres of pee was now contained within them. Unable to move, grunting, sweating and almost crying in effort but they had done it, they had survived.
Or had they,
Another cry went out as Alex and Olivia looked at each other, and then to where it had come from. Claudia was now standing with glistening wet hands pressed into her crotch. Face contorted by pain and concentration, fresh pee running down the insides of her legs.
“How, how did you both take that much more, I cant, I just cant”
Pee began cascading down her legs, a loud hissing sound echoed throughout the building as Claudia forcefully emptied herself through her white cotton pants and onto the already piss covered floor. Unlike the others, her denim skirt did little to absorb the impact of her accident as it went on unabated for three agonising minutes for both Olivia and Alex, who could do nothing but stand and hope they would not be overcome by the smell or sound of their fellow contestants mammoth accident. Claudia's puddle dwarfing the other competitors, running down the stage for meters upon meters.
Unlike the others, with the pee raining straight down and onto the hard concrete meant the noise was amplified. The hissing and thundering noise of water falling onto the ground was agony from both remaining contestants. As the pee continued to thunder out of Claudia who was now a slight squat and without a care in the world Alex felt it. Her pee wanted out, she winced and convulsed as the lakes of pee within her made a break for it. She clenched everything, her entire body became ridged as the pee raced forwards, a bid for freedom that somehow just as she felt the warmth leave her body, she stopped it. But then, she felt it, a familiar wet warmth on her feet, although puzzlingly she couldn’t feel it on he legs. Opening her eyes for the first time since Claudia's massive accident had started she saw that it was not her pee, it was Claudia's. Somehow the sheer size of her accident in combination with the three others before it had completely covered the stage and now some was starting to make its way onto her podium.She was astounded to see the sheer volume of water the previous contestants had been holding onto, there had to be gallons of the stuff.
Claudia was drained, her pee left her body as if it was her life force. The sheer requirements of the last hour on her body had left her with no energy, the constant battle with her iron will had finally broken. She almost couldn’t remember life before this, as if her entire existance had been just holding in this pee that was still going on. She hated to admit it but she was kind of enjoying it, it had a certain sense of naughtiness to it and she was always a bit of a secret exhibitionist. She looked around to see Olivia watching he with interest, not out of discomfort but of a weird sense of delight. Was she enjoying this as much as she was, either way Claudia was defiantly going to make the most of it. She locked eyes with Olivia as if daring her not to look away, but that was the last thing Olivia wanted to do anyway.
It took another 20 seconds for the deluge to finish pouring out of Claudia's body, both women's hearts pounding faster as they stared into each others eyes. Claudia felt like she had lost half her body weight in one go, her stomach flat and light. looking at the remaining girls she wished them good luck. As Claudia left the stage, both remaining women looked down at their distended bladders, both having been upgraded from a grape fruit to a small melon of hot, broiling piss that desperately wanted to come out. Even Olivia’s dress was struggling with the new requirements of it. But while Alex looked down and wondered if it was worth it, her new found holding ability was starting to make Olivia think she could hold forever. If she was capable of this, then what was her limit. The sadistic side of her mind took over again, she had to know!
“Okay so it looks like we are down to our final two and you know what that means, its time for the head to head rounds”
“Head to head rounds?" Alex said Shakily. Her bladder still pulsed inside her, the new extent of her bladder stretching her skin painfully.
"So in the final round, we pit you two head to head. I ask a question now worth £200, you get it right, you add the cash to the pot, you get it wrong we add 200ml to your bladder. The first person to win 10 points wins the money, or it goes until one of you wets yourself or gives up. Your choice. Also a point is only scored if one of you gets it and the other one doesn’t, if you both get it right £500 is added, but no points are scored. Likewise if you both get it wrong, you get both get 250ml added."
The lights and cameras shifted, signalling the end of the normal rounds to those watching at home.
“Well I don’t don’t think either of us are going to give up, so may the best bladder win” Olivia said, strangely cheerfully for Alex’s liking.
Alex was miserable, the lead weight in her stomach was making her feel queasy, but she hadn’t come all this way to back out now. A point that brought back to her when the host stated the total she was playing for.
“So your playing for our second largest ever sum at this point of £15,580." Both women’s eyes went wide, they understandably hadn’t been keeping track of the total. £15,000 was a lot of money, forget a two week trip abroad or a second hand car, the total was over 6 months wage for both of them. The only thing between them and the cash, was their ability to control their bladder and a few more questions. "The points are 0-0, questions are timed to 30 seconds and you will answer by writing it on the boards in front of you. Have you both got that?”
They both nodded, standing still with legs tightly crossed, neither woman could figure out how they were still holding, and yet they were.
With the stakes now realised neither woman willing to give an inch, no matter how full they would become. Olivia was happy to see the fight back in Alex’s eyes, ever since the massive loss they suffered she had seemed to be in her own world. Now they locked eyes and the real game began.
Current bladder standings
Alex: 3,554ml
Olivia: 3,520ml
Claudia: 2,995ml - 3rd place
Amanda: 2,106 - 4th place
Scarlet: 2,196 ml – 5th place
Katy: 2,069ml – 6th place
Congratulations to our final two very full women, Alex and Olivia. Sad to see Claudia go, but she put up a brave fight
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I hope you are all still enjoying the story, the next and probably final chapter of this should be out soon, hopefully putting a suitable end to this tale. |
Chapter 7. The beginning of the end
The room was full of a tense form of anticipation as the two large bladdered and strong willed women squared off against each other for one last time. One way or the other, only one of these bloated women would leave with the money.
For the last time, the lights came down and cameras focused on the two remaining contestants, their hearts beat faster and bladders pulsed uncontrollably as the nerves doubled and discomfort increased. This was it, the beginning of the end.
“Question 1, how many NBA Championships did Michael Jordan win while playing for the Chicago Bulls?”
Both women paused, neither confident of their answers. Scarlet would have known this, but she wasn’t here to help. In fact, the helping each other portion was well and truly over, it was now a fight and with 30 seconds they could finally take their time to make their answers count.
“Times up and your answers are?” The contestants revealed their boards, turning them over was now an added challenge. The previous rounds Verbal answers meant they could keep their hands firmly between their legs, but now they needed to write and move their boards it wasn’t an option.
“So Alex you went with 4 and Olivia 5, unfortunately you are both incorrect as the correct answer was six.”
The worst possible start, no money and maximum water. If this kept up it could be a long time before either got the relief they so badly needed. Alex and Olivia looked at each other as the pumps started, something that if they were not careful would start happening far more often now. There was no pause or pretences after the questions either, if they were wrong they got filled and then it was onto the next one. As the 250ml was pumped in it felt different….almost colder. Both Women could feel it circulating inside them, before it seemed to dissipate into the contents of their already bursting bladders.
“Not the best start buts lets move onto the next question. What is often seen as the smallest unit of computer memory?”
The timer ticked loudly in the quiet room as the two women considered their responses and wrote them on their boards. “Your answers are Kilobyte and Megabyte…Alex that is correct, it was kilobyte and as such you take a 1-0 lead.” Almost instantly Olivia’s pump activated again and just as last round the coldness set in again. Despite the new influx her bladder didn’t even seem to notice or expand any further, had she finally reached her limit? She clutched her bulging appendage, squinting in discomfort as while it expanded no more, the internal pressure still mounted.
“Moving on, What was the name of the rock band formed by Jimmy Page?”
Thirty seconds had seemed like an age before the questions had started, and it might have been if the two women squirming on the pee covered stage were not full to bursting point. Writing alone was no easy task with both women sneaking hands to their crotch as often as possible. The reassuring pressure making them think they could make it. Despite the intense desperation, their bladders had calmed a little, it really was the speed that had caused such pain. Olivia couldn’t help but wonder how much Katy or Amanda could have held if it had been put more slowly into them. Her hand once again gravitating towards her crotch.
“The correct answer was Led Zeppelin. Alex that is right again, Olivia im afraid that is wrong, which means more water for you.”
Unsurprisingly Alex had gotten the music question right, a few more of those and she could defiantly win. To the side of her Olivia crossed her legs tighter, rhythmically tensing her thigh muscles under her dress as her bladder complained when yet more water was forced into it. Despite the pressure and extreme discomfort, something strange was happening, she was actually starting to enjoy the feeling. There was almost something erotic or alluring about the battle currently going on deep inside her body, her willpower against her body’s physical limits. Assuming it had any.
The host continued, there was barely any pause between the pump finishing and the next question. “Which bone are babies born without?”
What sort of question is that, the women clutched their bloated bladders and racked their brains for an answer. 30 seconds later as the bell rung Alex’s board was still blank, she couldn’t think of anything but the ocean of water inside her. The need to pee was now so fierce it dominated Olivia’s thoughts as well, but still she manged an answer.
“Im afraid you are incorrect Olivia and the blank board for Alex means you are both wrong again, which makes it four in a row now Olivia, are you sure you are up to this or is the need to pee finally overcoming you?” the host asked.
Olivia was taken aback by this, the host had never talked about their needs before why had her demeanour changed now? Then it hit her, the show was going for bust and trying to end it quickly by making one of them wet themselves. It was psychological warfare to save them money. Her and Alex weren’t supposed to make it to 10 points, but Olivia was dammed if it was going to be her making a mess on the floor. She steeled herself, straightening her posture for the first time in what felt like hours. The effort and sheer weight of her overfull bladder threatened to burst through her taught skin and dress. She winced as the action caused a spasm, the first painful reminder of her precarious situation as sweat started to gather on her brow. The effort of keeping up this charade would be high, but she couldn’t show weakness or back down now.
“Im ok thank you, just a couple of tough questions”
“Well if you are sure, the next question for you both. Which of the Williams sisters has won more Grand Slam titles?”…
“That’s correct from both of you, maybe there was some truth in what Olivia said last round.” They took a moment to look at each other’s boards and sure enough, the name Serena was scrawled across them both, barely legible due to their shaking bodies. Droplets of sweat and finger prints also dappled the blue boards as it fell from their strained faces. It was easy to see for all watching, these two women really were putting their bodies through the ringer. An audible sigh escaped their lips, they were ok for another round and had escaped increasing their bodily torment for a little bit longer. More money and no water.
“What animals are pearls found in?”
30 more seconds passed, Alex with her legs tightly crossed and shaking slightly. Olivia was still keeping up her show of force, trying to stand as straight as possible but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“Alex, you have written Clam while Olivia has said oysters, and I can confirm that oysters is the right answer. So it is Olivia that is correct and perhaps a comeback truly is on?” The pump activated within Alex and she felt as if her tightly crossed legs were being physically moved by her ever expanding bladder. A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she like Olivia felt the first ripple of pain since this final round began, her bladder gently pulsed inside her. As the pump stopped and the pulses slowed Alex clenched her hand around the marker pen, she raised her hand ready write her next answer. How much more of this could her body take she wondered.
“Who was the first woman to win a Nobel Prize in 1903?”
Olivia was on a roll, well if two in a row could be considered a roll. Despite having readied the pen, yet again Alex failed to write anything. As the host announced the correct answer, Olivia watched her opponent. She looked ready to burst at any moment, legs quivering in effort and ludicrously bulging bladder sticking out of her slim figure. Looking down at her own bulging abdomen, Olivia had to admit that she wasn’t doing to much better on that aspect. She cupped her distended bladder, the pressure seemingly making it worse and better at the same time, with some of the weight taken away from her almost numb muscles.
Alex’s mind had frozen as if it was a video constantly buffering from a slow connection. The neurons in charge of rational thought had apparently abandoned her, or more accurately been redirected by her brain to where they needed. The Water rushed in again and this time she failed to stop herself making noise. Alex grunted in discomfort as yet again her abused bladder was filled beyond capacity. Hands buried in her crotch, hoping for the ordeal to be over soon, she wasn’t sure how much more of this she was going to be able to take. The new colder liquid entering her as she grunted, but soon it stopped and the discomfort returned to the constant ache that had been present for as long as she could remember.
“What year was the very first model of the iPhone released?”
Alex managed to answer that one, it was almost multiple choice and it had happened in her lifetime so it was worth a shot. As soon as she had scrawled a date on her board her hands returned to shore up her aching muscles. She was worried that soon they wouldn’t be able to do this without the extra help.
“Alex, let see what you have gone for… 2005, and your answer Olivia is… 2009. I can reveal the correct answer was in fact 2007.”
Alex was in some serious distress now, she thought she could hear her skin creaking under the weight of all her pee. Like a ship being battered in a tropical storm, it was threatening to submerge her at any point as the pump activated yet again. Despite this, unlike last time there was no pain, though her bladder still pulsed and she felt it tremble within her. Alex wondered if she had transcended the nerves in her bladder area. Had she broken through a wall of pain with her willpower, or was it just the adrenaline of this moment? She shifted where she stood and with great effort uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, trying to find something more comfortable.
She gasped loudly, the momentary uncrossing almost disastrous for her as her pee rushed towards her urethra. Quickly re-crossing her legs as tightly as possible and with the aid of a hand or two she stopped it. But she couldn’t deny that had been close, the need only amplified by how little had stopped it this time. Reminiscent to Claudia just before her bladder exploded on the stage, Alex had started to bounce on the spot. Moving her legs had almost cost her everything, but for some reason bobbing her torso up and down was helping her. She couldn’t help but think of what she must look like, picturing herself as a small child desperate to pee but told to wait by a strict parent. This was really getting bad, she knew she was just minutes from making a rather large mess on the stage just as the other 4 women had done before her. Meanwhile Olivia was standing watching, the extra water inside her also making her wince in effort, forcing her to bow slightly as she still tried to keep her posture upright.
“As it stands we are all even, it seems like the contest is back on despite Alex’s early lead. So, for both of you, What planet in our solar system has the highest gravity?
Another 30 seconds of panting, straining and constant bobbing from Alex came and went. Thankfully for her, she knew the answer, Jupiter and even better when the boards were revealed, Olivia had incorrectly written Mars. She was back in the lead. A small moment of jubilation between the constant battering of her bladder.
It was Olivia’s bladder that was being filled again now though, the water increasing the substantial pressure within her as she forced herself to stand upright. Her abdomen constricted defensively against her posture pulling It taught for the sake of her pride, her muscles weakened. It was just momentarily, but it was enough to let the smallest of leaks escape her iron bladder. A hiss escaped Olivia’s mouth as the pee left her, just enough to dampen her underwear but it showed her how close she was to a disaster. The warm patch between her legs a symbol of her bladders extreme fullness and despite her nest intentions she had to give up her charade. Finally letting her bladder fall into a more relaxed position with her back stooped. She was in it for the long game she told herself, you can hold more so don’t do anything stupid.
What is the national dish of Spain?
The clock started and both women quickly wrote their answers, within 10 seconds both had an answer and had now gone back to holding themselves. The constant ticking sound effect mocking them as each desperate second passed. Finally it was over, as soon as they revealed their boards Alex realised her mistake. Olivia had written Spain, an answer Alex was already sure was right even before the host had confirmed it. She had gone with Morocco, which while close geographically was still wrong. It was all square again and Alex was starting to worry this was going to go the full distance, could she last 20 questions?. She had almost lost it all twice, her mind flooding back to being on all fours just minutes earlier as more than a litre was pumped into her in one go. While it was just 200ml at a time now, she had almost exploded at that moment and now she was holding even more and being forced to accept more than she wanted or thought possible. How long could she last?
Both Women had started this round with a new wave of optimism, but they were suffering for it. Alex and Olivia now stood hunched over, unable to even stand up straight due to the bowling ball sized bladders in their abdomen. Even Olivia who had forced herself to stand up earlier had given up on that, the discomfort too much. With the amount of water contained within them, both women looked pregnant. Despite her earlier button popping, Alex’s trousers were now starting to feel tight again. She was amazed, they were literally undone, as loose as can be and yet her bladder was actively pressing against them. Olivia was also in awe of her own bladder, gently cradling it and ever so slightly applying pressure. She could feel it deep inside of her, an all-encompassing need to pee that was overpowering every other feeling and yet she was still able to put it off, with just the power of her mind. It was addicting, testing herself, she applied yet more pressure with a gentle move of her thumb. Then she felt it, the slightest of warm sensations running down the inside of her leg. Still she pushed unable to stop herself, she was enjoying the feeling too much. Finally she stopped pressing as the single droplet ran down past her knee, hidden by her long dress. Looking around to see if no one noticed, it appeared that she had gotten away with it.
The struggle between the contestants and their bladders continued for a couple more minutes, the two women seemed evenly matched in bladder capacity and intellect. Although Olivia’s small accident and a couple of hard questions meant that it was Alex that had taken the lead again. Taking a moment to steel herself, Alex was glad to give her aching bladder some time off. Although she had to admit, it was impressive how well her competitor was holding up. In some ways it also helped her to know it was at least humanly possible to hold so much. Something she was doubting more and more as time went on. The questions continued and unfortunately for Alex, she couldn’t keep her run of correct answers going. She groaned as the pump activated, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. Her Hands flew between her jigging legs to help with the increased pressure. The painful throbbing of the previous round returned as the pump activated, was it worse this time or had she somehow forgotten the feeling in the last couple of minutes. Maybe her bulging bladder was finally reaching its breaking point. A thought Alex had been having throughout the contest and yet each time, it proved to her it could hold more. Her eyes watered as the pressure started to get the best of her again.
“Well it looks like we really are in for a competition. At the halfway mark we now stand at 5 – 5, its still anybody’s game. But like always, with head to heads this game could end at any point so stay tuned. You will both also be interested to know you have just passed the £18,000 mark.”
Ordinarily, they would have been interested in the total but the promise of more money was slowly losing its impact, as the explosive need to pee, tiring muscles and mental strain took its toll on the two desperate contestants writhing on the stage. Alex was really worrying now, she had let a 2 point lead slip and that wasn’t the only thing that was slipping. Her bladder throbbed again despite the pump not being active, forcing the smallest of leaks to make its way out past her clenched muscles and vice like grip. A tear accompanied it, rolling down her flushed and sweating face. The deep throbbing was now radiating through her entire body, feeling as if she was completely made of water. Luckily her leak was minor and didn’t show at all on her clothing. The real damage was on her mentality which was starting to slip into despair. Part of her just wanted to give in, let it all out in a tremendous gush. She was in so much discomfort now that her mind was playing the same tricks that Scarlet's had tried. But instead Alex’s answer was yes, it was worth it. With a desperate strength she bore down on her clenched muscles even harder, the aching body parts somehow responding to her ridiculous request to hold yet more liquid inside her.
“The next question is, when using a web browser what does HTTP stand for?”
What….??
How were they supposed to know that?
The two contestants stood there in almost silence, the only noises in the room created by the rustling of their clothes as they desperately danced to keep themselves contained. Olivia was breathing deeply and evenly, but she too was having a hard time of it. 30 seconds seemed to last an eternity to both women, and yet neither managed to write anything. Their boards remained blank, they instead they used this time to try and support their bulging bladders in any way possible.
“I’m afraid with no answers given you both forfeit this round. The correct answer was HyperText Transfer Protocol. Looks like you are both going to be getting a bit fuller after that round.”
Almost before she had finished speaking the water started rushing into them both. A strange squeaking noise escaped Alex as she pivoted on the spot, trying to cross her clenched thighs even tighter. Her bladder throbbed incessantly, sharp stabbing pains now accompanied its attempted voiding as more tears started to steam down her face. She was at her wits end, cradling her heavily pregnant looking stomach with both hands, no one could deny that she was pushing her body well beyond the normal capabilities it should have had. Her opponents pump activated at the same time and despite her stoic appearance, Olivia’s clothing now posed a problem as her massive bladder pressed heavily into the fabric causing extra discomfort for her. She had defiantly had the advantage earlier as her dress could move freely, but it was now being pushed to its tensile limit, so much so that it had become tight against her body. Despite this, Olivia was still looking by far the calmer of the remaining contestants, gently rubbing her massive bladder.
“In Which city of India would you find the Taj Mahal in?
"The answer is Agra, it looks like Olivia you win the point this round as im afraid you are wrong Alex, it is not Mumbai."
Olivia had taken the lead for the first time, after a slow start she was making up for it. Her mind was more focused now, she wanted to win and was also enjoying the sensations from her throbbing bladder too much to stop now. Her bladder seemed to stretch to accommodate any new fluid that was added to it, much to her and everyone else’s amazement. Although the enjoyment she was getting from her bloated organ meant that the voice in her head starting to overpower all rational thought. It wanted more!
It got its wish with the next question, it turned out that neither her nor Alex were experts on insect anatomy. A pair or wrong answers meant their pumps were activated in tandem, a cold new load of 250ml flowing into them.
Alex was almost sobbing, clenching herself with both hands again as she seemed to be trying to press hard enough to lift herself off the floor. Her eyes scrunched shut she was surviving by the smallest of margins, with the largest of floods held at bay by a tiring layer of constantly quivering muscles. As the water flowed in Olivia looked upwards, a complete opposite to everyone else. She was focusing on the amazing feelings going on inside her, the swirling mass of water in combination with rhythmically tensing muscles was doing nothing for her concentration. She was sure Kegels weren’t meant to be done when this full of water, but it just felt so good. Gently she went back to applying a little more pressure, testing her limits again and amplifying the feelings. Both hands cupping her bladder, she gently moved her thumb directly onto her bladder and pressed. Lost in her own world it was only when yet another warm sensation ran down her shapely legs that she stopped. Unlike last time, it didn’t stop immediately, was she losing control? Quickly glancing down she still couldn’t see any damage on her clothes, but as she watched a rivulet rand down her calf and onto the floor. There was now a small collection of wet droplets on her podium, some sweat caused by the sudden intake earlier and some were also now pee. Pressing a hand under her skirt for the first time she was shocked to feel just how wet her underwear was, it was probably a good thing she hadn’t worn anything less absorbent. Her hand wavered, applying pressure directly for the first time, she could feel her muscles tensing and twitching under her skin.
Alex wasn’t doing any better, her hands pressed against her bladder with all her might. she couldn’t concentrate on anything but the constant pressure of litres of pee contained within her bulging bladder. The next three minutes were a bit of a blur, her concentration had left her and as much as she tried to focus on the questions she just couldn’t. This was it for her, she was just putting off the inevitable. Olivia had now taken a three point lead and was just one away from winning and getting some much needed respite for her bladder. It seemed unfair to Alex that she would be struggling to answer questions and yet the people behind the curtains kept pumping her fuller and fuller, closer and closer to their wanted explosive endgame. She couldn’t think and adding more water only made things worse, it was a never ending cycle of concentrating on her bladder at expense of the questions. They had added another 600ml into her aching bladder that had now stretched itself even further. She looked five months pregnant, her pants now starting to strain against her bladder again. It was ridiculous, how had she gotten herself into this mess.
Alex wanted to give up, she knew she couldn’t win and yet she couldn’t bring herself to quit. Luckily Olivia was only one question away from winning, at the very least if Olivia won she might keep her dignity in tact by not wetting herself on live television. It was a small token victory but it was something to cling too. If she could manage that, she could at least know she was beaten by intellect and that was nothing to be ashamed of, her body would have shown its true strength. Although at this point, the breakneck effort she had put in during the last three minutes meant that she couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. Her nerves apparently either too tired or beyond broken to send signals to her brain. Luckily she was still fully in control of everything, but her bobbing had stopped and she dared not uncross her legs after what almost happened earlier when she was considerably less full.
"With that correct answer, Olivia after your shaky start you are now just one question away from winning and taking it all home with you. Looking at your competitor, ill get to it quickly as im not sure we have much time left."
Olivia was also looking at Alex, she wasn’t a threat any more, Olivia knew she had won. These last few rounds had been easy and she knew she could keep holding. At the same time, she also knew that she needed Alex to keep playing, more time meant more questions and that meant more money or water. Both of which made Olivia happy, a direct opposite to her competitor who seemed as miserable as possible. Alex was moaning in effort, sweat covering her face causing her dark hair to stick to it as she huffed and puffed, clutching at herself with all her might. In some ways Olivia was impressed with Alex’s fortitude, to get this far and contain so much was impressive. But she needed her to contain more, despite Alex’s body being pushed to the absolute limit Olivia wanted to push in yet more water. She was now in control and it was intoxicating, just like with poor scarlet and Amanda earlier, she was going to play a game with the suffering Alex. She needed a plan though, it was difficult to figure out how to play it with her and stop her giving up. Alex had started badly right from the get go and her confidence fell, building back up through each round but only to drop quickly when the two of them were filled like balloons before the head to head. She did then regain some composure when the host announced the total, a reminder of what was to play for, maybe that would work this time too?
“What is the total currently?”
The host was taken a bit by surprise, such a normal question. At this point most women were in the state Alex found herself, never had anyone containing even close to what Olivia was holding been so calm. There was the occasional expert holder, but these tended to be in dire straits by this point, their exceptionally large bladders helping them make up for their lack of smarts, but here stood in front of her was a woman with both.
“Well….Um, The total is currently standing at just over £18,500 which is again one of the highest all time scores.”
Alex was brought somewhat out of her desperate reverie as the total was read out. But even with that much on the line, it didn’t change anything for her, she was holding on by a thread. But one more question and it would all be over and if she could move without exploding on the spot, she could try and make it to a toilet. That was her only goal now.
Olivia was pleased to see Alex open her eyes when the host answered her, it had clearly registered in her brain and now she just needed Alex to do her part.
With one correct answer away from the win, Olivia lets see if we can make you happy and let you go home with the cash right now. Something Olivia knew wasn’t what would truly make her happy.
“Which animal symbolises good luck in Europe?”
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"Im afraid Olivia you haven’t won it this round, Swift is not the right answer. But somehow, despite your condition that is correct Alex, the answer is Ladybug."
Wait what, Alex blinked in disbelief? She couldn’t even remember writing anything down from the haze she was in. She had resigned herself to losing, but apparently her body had acted as if on auto pilot. Perhaps now with so much effort placed on not drenching her clothes where she stood, her brain had answered it for her. Looking at her board still confused, she had indeed written ladybug. Looking down at her ankle, a small ladybug peered out from her sock, she did know the answer as it turned out. Its why she had gotten that tattoo before her final exam season at university. Alex winced as another painful spasm hit her bladder, the momentary distraction almost costing her. She felt as if someone was pressing a sharp boulder into her stomach at all times now, pain raiding out of her as another tear rolled down her face. Her back had started to ache now as well, due to the sheer weight of her bladder and her constantly hunched pose. She was certain that there was going to be a large sweat patch on her top to go with it, the effort of holding back her bladder was destroying her body physically. But this small rest bite from a right answer had helped her mental game, maybe she could last just long enough to make it to a toilet.
Olivia smiled, her plan was working as another £200 was added. A smile that somewhat subsided as the water was pumped into her. It had been more than 3 minutes since the last time her bladder was filled from the small catheter device inside her now copiously filled bladder. A bladder which had been calm in that time, while a constant pressure and throbbing still occurred the sense of impending disaster had abated. She again found herself pressurising it while watching Alex get pumped full as if trying to feel what was going on her opponent’s bladder. Despite that, the discomfort and pain could not truly replicate the feeling of an overburdened bladder being forced to hold more. An unexpected spasm flew through her body, her hands shooting to her crotch but couldn’t stop another dribble escaping her. She didn’t feel the release again, it seemed that her muscles weren't loosening and yet liquid was still breaking its way through with brute force. The wetness spread down her thigh, running down her slender legs to join the droplets already on the podium. It wasn’t much but the shock of it made her gasp and press harder between her legs.
The gasp took Alex by surprise, she watched Olivia screw up her face in discomfort and then she could have sworn she saw a drop of liquid run down Olivia’s ankle and onto the podium, could it be Olivia was about to burst. 20 seconds later she was back to looking somewhat composed, still hunched and hands pressed deep in her crotch, maybe she had imagined it. But as Olivia removed her hands Alex saw it, her dress was wet. It wasn’t much but it was a clear sign that she had leaked. Olivia was putting on a brave face but she must be seconds from a disaster too. Alex quickly reminded herself that she was just in it not to wet herself, but if that meant getting some questions right then maybe she could do that too? At the end of the day, a right answer meant no more water for her, so on the off chance that Olivia would make another mistake, she needed to safeguard herself against any more liquid. Alex’s bladder now felt like it was being held on a knife edge, any twitch, slip of concentration or even breath of wind would spell disaster for it. It was going to be close but as she looked at her opponent, red faced and physically holding her massive bladder, Alex knew it might be the only way to avoid disgracing herself.
The host cleared her throat “next question, What is the scientific name given to the grey wolf?
Olivia was watching Alex now, she seemed confident. Her plan had worked, or so she thought. Unaware that it was her selection of small accidents that had lead to the new confidence in her opponent. Even so she could still see Alex grimacing, squeezing air out from between her clenched teeth. Halfway through writing she had even put the pen down as a particularly strong spasm hit her that required both hands to keep herself dry. Despite this she got the answer correct, it was Canis lupus, she was going to avoid being filled for at least one more question. Olivia hadn’t written an answer so to Alex’s surprise and delight she would be receiving the extra fluids. Even if she didn’t win on points, any and all extra liquid she could get into Olivia would surely only speed up her accident if she was going to have on and free Alex from her self-inflicted torment. Although, would this hamper her ability to answer questions and extend both of their pain and suffering?
"Which element often found in dairy is said to keep bones strong?"
Obviously it was calcium, Alex wrote it down as quickly as possible and assumed her desperate stance. Yet when the boards were flipped Olivia’s was empty, how could she not have known that it’s a basic question most kids learn in school. Was she really that desperate, she didn’t look like it to Alex.
Olivia’s plan was working, that was 3 questions in a row for Alex meaning another £600 and Millilitres. The throbbing had increased substantially in her abdomen, with each second her muscles seemed to expand and contract in an effort to expel the mass of liquid she was so keen and determined to contain. The added pressure was almost too much for her, the ever expanding bladder now tightly pressing against her dress, she could swear it was making it possible to see through it. Physically separating the threads more and more with each passing moment, threatening to rip up along the leg slit and free her bladder. As the pump finally stopped filling her for the third time in as many minutes, both her and her dress were still in one piece.
Alex was amazed as yet again Olivia’s board remained blank for the next question too. What was happening, why was she letting her win? She had gotten it correct so she was spared yet again and as she looked up she was amazed to see that they were now tied, 9 – 9 . How had this happened she thought to herself, it was almost over and she was still dry. Not only that she had a chance of winning, although that thought alone was almost too much for her tired body. She was exhausted, being so close and yet so far from salvation was pure agony. Even without the extra water of the last few questions, she could feel her body faltering. Just one more question, that’s all it would take for one of them to win.
"This is it ladies and gentlemen, one more right answer and one of these women will go home with the glory and the now substantial cash prize. When we started this round I wouldn’t have thought that we would have gotten this far. But through an impressive show of will power, you have both made it so congratulations."
Neither contestant was interested in pleasantries, Alex was desperate for this to be over, while Olivia wasn’t planning on this being the last question if she could help it. She had given Alex the last few, maximising the cash and letting her truly test her capacity. The intoxicating addiction of testing her mental and physical limits had well and truly taken over.
So, for possibly the final question. What is the largest organ in the human body?
Looking at either of the struggling women you might have guessed that it was their bladders. Extended well beyond what anyone in the audience had seen before, the spectacle unfolding in front of them keeping their rapt attention. Who would win, who would wet themselves first? It was anyone’s guess. Every movement from them accompanied by heavy breaths and deliberate short actions to cause as least amount of stress to their bladders as possible.
Thirty seconds later the host invited them to flip over their boards….
"Well, I can tell you that as of right now, Alex you have the correct answer." Her heart leapt, she had won!……"and so does Olivia….it looks like the games will continue. The correct answer that you both wrote was Skin."
How could they do that, Alex thought she was finally free. She was almost able to pee, the relief she had felt with those words being said quickly evaporating as tears streamed down her face one again, her bladder protested loudly for her. The pain forcing her to stoop lower, almost into a bow her legs forced apart by the massive bulge in her abdomen. Groaning in pain people looked on waiting for inevitable torrent, many taking her new stance as Alex finally giving up. The pain and throbbing from inside her was worse than ever, as if the tease was the final straw. She was breathing deeply, sweat glistening off her as she started to vibrate from the waist down, knocking her knees together at lighting speed, she couldn’t stand still again. Her brain had given up, she knew she wasn’t truly holding any more, she was just waiting. Like the moment when you reach your home desperate for a pee, a need amplified the moment the door opens and the bathroom comes into sight. This was her end, she new it was a matter of minutes if not seconds.
"Once again, just one point in it. .the next question is; Which country produces the most coffee in the world?"
Olivia knew it, Brazil it had to be. She quickly wrote the answer down, she was sure Alex would know it since she was a waitress. It’s the sort of thing that they have written on the walls of café’s or coffee shops. Another £500 would be perfect but part of her wondered how long the two of them could keep at it. Alex wasn’t looking good, so she had better make the most of it while she could. Just as the timer ended and Alex moved her board ready to flip it, Olivia saw her opponents answer, she had put Colombia!
Alex was pretty sure of herself on this one, every time she ordered a coffee it seemed to say it was a Colombian blend. The timer ended just as a throb of her bladder almost made her drop her board. Glancing at her opponent, she seemed confident, writing something with purpose on her board.
"Time is up, your answers are Alex with Colombia and Olivia….doesnt seem to have an answer."
Wait what? Alex was sure she had written something. Looking at her competitors board she could clearly make out some letters that looked hurriedly smudged out. Was that a B? It looked like Olivia had written Brazil but wiped it away, why would she do that, surely even if you are not sure you would leave it?
Her mind raced with questions.
For the first time she was angry, Olivia had a way to end their pain and torment, the frustration over coming her.
What are you doing? why didn’t you win? She was staring intently at Olivia.
This was the first time that the contestants had spoken to each other, it felt reminiscent of the scene in the artist where the sound starts playing. It was completely unexpected, but a true demonstration of how uncomfortable Alex was. Olivia too was uncomfortable and shocked at the outburst. She had been playing the long game for a while now, apparently Alex had finally noticed that she was filling them both up intentionally.
"I don’t know what you mean, im just glad you got that wrong."
She was looking at the desperate woman in front of her, constantly shifting where she stood.
"But.... the longer we hold out and the most questions we answer, the more money we can win."
So that was her game, how could she be thinking of money at a time like this? Alex let out an almost growl as her muscles trembled under the new weight as her pump suddenly activated. She had almost forgotten about that part in her anger. Why would Olivia put herself through this misery, she was clearly close to losing it all judging by the wet spot on her dress and yet she continued to toy with the fill to the brim bladders. The anger instantly dissipated as the two women and their bloated bladders fought one another again. Each new 200ml was becoming excruciating for them, their skin pulled tight, sweat dripping off them as they struggled to contain their mammoth loads of pee. It was beyond a simple bulge now, both women looked pregnant with defined lumps sticking out of them that even at this stage were still growing as their skin turned white as it stretched. The groaning continued for what felt like hours to the two remaining contestants, each second stretchered out and in slow motion. Spasms and twiches wracking their bodies, the effort causing them to both make strange noises as they continued to be filled beyond any normal limits.
Finally the pumps deactivated, but there was no time for more arguments as the host moved onto the next question.
"In our solar system, which is the hottest planet?"
With trembling hands, the two women wrote their answers. Alex taking careful note of the fact Olivia was defiantly writing, something. What ever game she was playing was not going to work this time, this had to be the last question. She just couldn't hold it any more and one way or the other someone would win and she just couldn't deal with the idea of more water or questions. Alex was well and truly finished.
"The time is up, lets see what you have ladies"
Alex with one hand shoved into her her crotch slowly turned her board over. Shifting her gaze, to her dismay Olivia's board showed a similar smudge to last round. Had she erased the answer to the question that could have ended their suffering. She had written Mercury, its the closest planet to the sun so surely its the hottest. She should have been jubilent with no answer from Olivia, but a look in her opponents eyes and the hastily erased answer made her heart drop. Was she wrong? As the host watched Alex turn her board, secretly Olivia had read it and then smudged her answer on purpose, she was fairly sure Alex wasn't right. A fact that was confirmed as the host announced that yet again, neither of them had the right answer. The answer was Venus, exactly what Olivia had written and then erased to keep this game going.
Alex's desperation at the situation overcame her again, it was even clearer this time that Olivia had removed the right answer. Why was she doing this.
"You're doing this on purpose, you could end this. Please.....I dont care if you win, I just want it to be over."
Olivia was shocked, Alex was pleading with her to just win? Why would you hold on to this extent and not be trying to win. If she felt anything like her Olivia would have given up questions ago if it were not for the money and enjoyment she was getting. Part of her pity'd her, looking at her in this state of a writhing, sweating mess that was once a well presented and attractive young woman. She had truly taken her body to the physical edge, but at the same time Olivia wasn't done playing.
"Look, If you want to end this contest, your going to have to beat me properly or pee right here. Im in this for the full ride, whether you piss yourself like the others or keep challenging me for as long as it takes, the only way to win is to get a question right that I get wrong."
Alex was beside herself, what was Olivia talking about. She was risking her chance to win for what, maybe more money? Surely there had to be more to it than that.
Both women groaned as the pumps activated and yet more water was forced into their bladders. For Alex the groan became a scream as lightning flashed across her abdomen. Her bladder was well and truly past its limit, her skin creaking to contain the enormous organ sticking inches out of her pale skin. Once again the waistband of her pants was digging into her, compressing her rock hard bladder and causing a level of discomfort that was overwhelming Alex as the pump forced more and more water in. She could feel it, the absolute limit of her bladder and she was at it. She was so full of water and her body had finally had enough, she had lasted minutes longer than she had thought she would. Alex could feel her muscles weakening and she knew this time it wasn’t going to be a small leak but the catastrophic ending of all her hard work.
At long last the walls containing her bursting bladder faltered, the liquid rushed forwards trying to force its way past the weakening flood gates. She whimpered as the first drop of warmth left her and entered her already damps pants.
"Please... no..., not like this."
A loud hissing noise filled the room for the 5th time that night, they had their winner!
Alex threw her hands between her legs and pressed with all her might, as if trying to make a diamond with the pressure she was applying. But then she was surprised when they remained dry, expecting them to be overcome by a torrent of liquid that had somehow stopped? Looking up she realised the splattering noise was coming out of Olivia, who was now forcefully emptying her gargantuan bladder onto the floor with a shocked look on her face.
She hadn’t felt her loss of control while watching Alex eagerly hoping that she too wasn’t about to wet herself so the game could continue. Only to find that it was in fact her that she should have been worried about. Without warning the vast quantities of pee that she had been so competently containing came rushing out of her. The warmth gushing down her slim legs, wetting her dress as a massive wet spot formed and quickly spread across it. Her whole body was numb as litres of urine came shooting out of her, her giant bladder slowly deflating as it emptied itself without her control. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced, the vibrating muscles finally still and it felt as if they had been storing energy that was now exploding within her groin. The thunderous downpour of water quickly covering the floor and leaving her soaking and confused as to what was happening to her body.
Alex had somehow done the impossible and stopped her muscles giving up entirely, a spray of pee had made its way past her defences and made a considerable wet spot on her pants, but that was nothing compared to the amount of liquid coming out of Olivia. The sound and sight was too much for Alex as she whimpered to herself as new, stronger spasms fought to continue what she had so cruelly stopped moments earlier. Her body needed relief.
"Please… she turned to the host have I won,... is that it?" She pleaded.
"Yes, it appears we have our winner, Alex. Congratulations."
That was all it took, for the first time in around an hour Alex stopped fighting her body and let it win, with a final groan that was barely audible over Olivia's thundering accident. Alex’s body lurched as it broke through her flood defences, the walls abandoned and letting the gallons of pee exit her tired and aching body.
Piss exploded out of her, drenching her pants and spraying all over the ground in seconds. A deafening hiss and roar of water through fabric accompanied the start of her massive accident. It had only been seconds but her puddle was already massive, flooding over the podium and onto the floor below, the pressure in her abdomen abating slightly as the river of pee came crashing out of her. It was like a miniature waterfall as copious amounts of pee fell between her legs and drenched the floor, pooling around her shoes. She was panting and still sweating, the relief was too much for her, the pleasure too great. Her thighs started to contract rhythmically as the pleasure overcame her, stopping and starting the flow of pee as she moaned in delight. Her pee seemed endless as one minute became two and two became three. The torrent of liquid sputtering out of her pants at some speed and massive volume. Her light Khaki pants had become completely drenched within seconds but now as the wetness crept its way up and down her pants, there was not a dry inch of fabric anywhere. Her explosive pee, darkening the fabric as it became drenched in Alex’s long held waters.
Still her pee went on as her abused bladder finally started to shrink back to normal levels. Without the massive bulge to hold them up, her wet trousers whose waistband had been completely destroyed by the amount of water inside her fell to the ground. Revealing a pair of once light green underwear, now totally waterlogged and dark green. Her thighs and legs glistened as more pee still escaped her body, the warm liquid dancing its way down her now exposed supple skin and into the giant puddle that was covering the floor. Like Claudia's earlier, the water was now overflowing her podium, stretching for meters and meters in all directions. Her accident dwarfed the other competitors by some margins, more than twice as large as many of them. As her pee entered its 4th minute it finally slowed to a trickle and stopped. Alex coming down from her blissful high, sighed in relief as her body was finally empty. Her bladder still ached, but for the first time all night she felt relaxed and could now think easily.
She was surprised to see Olivia still peeing strong, one hand now under her dress which had seemingly absorbed a large amount of her accident. The once light and flowing fabric, dark and heavy with a waterline halfway up her chest as the water climbed its way from her crotch. Olivia had her eyes closed, her pee flowing freely out of her from under the dress and joining Alex's puddle on the floor. She was amazed, there had to be at least 10 litres of it between them, if not more.
Then it hit her, Alex had won!
She smiled for the first time in what felt like hours, it was close but she had bested her bladder and those of the other 5 women.
Cash final prize £21,180
Alex: 5,754 ml - Winner
Olivia: 5,720 ml – Runner up
Claudia: 2,995 ml - 3rd place
Amanda: 2,106 ml - 4th place
Scarlet: 2,196 ml – 5th place
Katy: 2,069 ml – 6th place
Epilogue
The record breaking round quickly became a big hit, bringing in new audiences as the women’s strength amazed everyone. However, its true infamy came a few days after the round when it emerged that there had been a fault with the relaxant dispenser. An electrical issue meant It hadn’t worked as intended, with some rounds receiving none and other double the amounts. According to the official press release from the show runners, this would have exposed contestants to “inaccurate” and unequal amounts of the substance. While the exact rounds were never identified, Amanda was sure she knew of at least 2, while Olivia was starting to wonder if she gotten lucky or unlucky? Is that why she started to loose feeling in her muscles that ultimately lost her the game?
The PR disaster that followed meant that the tv show had to make a public apology, Alex was allowed to keep her earning and a small amount of compensation was given to each of the other contestants. However, with such high ratings and good competitors the show runners also arranged for a rematch, with a starting cash pot of the final amount Alex won it would surely bring out the competitive side of all the women again. The date was set, 6 weeks after the first contest, the women would meet on the stage once more.
To be continued??
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I just want to say a big thanks to everyone who read this and the positive feedback, especially from Dtravis and Melificentfan. Since this was my first fiction it really meant a lot and helped keep me motivated to write this. So I hope you all enjoyed the story and that the ending was everything you wanted.
As the epilogue suggests and If people are still interested, there is always the possibility for this to be continued. I’ve got a couple of ideas in bullet points saved somewhere but if any of you want to see this continue or have any ideas of your own I’d love to hear them! |
Here is the first of 6 chapters, each one following the trials and tribulations of one contestant. Im going to go in reverse order to them being voted off, so starting with Katy and then going through to Alex as the final one.
These are all a little different from the main story but hopefully they help set the scene and make the characters a bit more three dimensional. Or at the very least contain some enjoyable desperation and wetting.
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Chapter 8. Bathroom Jive (Katy)
6 week till the contest
It was the worst thing that could possibly happen, she felt humiliated. Not only did she loose, she came dead last.
Katy was supposed to be the bladder queen, not some little girl with a tiny bladder. Even as she left the stage the jokes and messages from people she knew came in. Her phone buzzing with screen shots of messages she had sent to her friends before her disgrace claiming she would be winning the show easy. She could hold any amount, and out hold anyone, especially a mother of two. Unfortunately for her Scarlet had put up much more of a fight that she had planned on, and after a couple of bad rounds she had exploded and pissed herself right there on the stage. A week had passed any yet the memory of it made her blush as the embarrassment welled up again. That’s when she saw it, the email announcing the rematch!
Now was her chance to show everyone that it must have been a freak accident, the machine must not have been working for her at all. But even with that optimistic thought going through her head, she vowed to train like never before and ensure her victory next time.
Looking up from her phone, she spotted her favourite coffee stand and having just finished a dancing session she had worked up a sweat. She could defiantly go for a drink and why waste time starting her training, with no plans for the rest of the day she could use it for this now. Strolling over to the stand she ordered two of the Grande MAX Americana's, adding an extra shot of coffee to each. She was feeling a little drained after the intense two hour workout she just had. As the barrister handed her both coffees she walked over to the nearby picnic bench, placing one of the extra large cups down. She took the other and despite the hot temperature she started to down it, chugging it in one go. The fire in her eyes now matched by the fire in her mouth, drinking it so soon might have been a mistake. Quickly she took out her half empy water bottle and drank that down too, quenching her thirst and helping put out the fire she had started. Tossing the empty cup in the recycling she picked up her other coffee and started to walk towards the train station. She was already aware of the heavy weight now in her stomach which had bloated outwards quite dramatically. Luckily, her bright pink and form fitting athletic leggings stretched with it.
The walk to the station took around 15 minutes for her and by the time she had arrived the second cup was now empty. Despite the amount she had drunk, she still had no need to pee and strangely she was a little disappointed. Katy was sure it would start building soon, but maybe she should help it along a bit more. After all its not training if your not going hard, no pain no gain she reminded herself.
Swiping her ticket to get into the station Katy walked over to the refreshments stand to order a large lemonade and another bottle of water. She had thought about more coffee but her heart was already racing, more caffeine wouldn’t probably have been good for her body. As she handed over the money, the stall owner asked if she had a refillable bottle, possibly noticing her Gym attire. Taking it out of her bag she drained the rest and handed it to the woman behind the stall who quickly filled it up. Taking the bottle and her new lemonade she started sipping from the large cup and made her way to the platform. Sighing up at the sign, her train was delayed by 10 minutes, sometimes she hated public transport but it was still easier than finding parking in the city centre. With little to occupy her mind she began absently sipping her drink, finishing her third large drink quickly. The slurping noises coming from the bottom of the straw telling her that she had finished it too.
Stifling a burp she placed a hand on her bloated stomach, there was some discomfort now but she wasn’t sure if she needed to pee or if it was just because of how much she had drunk. It must have been almost 3 litres of liquid in half an hour, a realisation that made her worry. Her train journey was only 25 minutes and then a 10 minute walk back to her apartment. Considering she was only just starting to feel it, she was sure she could last that long. Rubbing her belly reassuringly she watched the train pull its way into the station, another burp making its way up her throat.
The first 10 minutes of her journey went without incident, the need to pee building all the time. Halfway through she had started tapping her foot, her need was building quickly now. What had been the slightest of urges 10 minutes ago was now a pressing need and it was only going to get worse. Katy’s still heavily bloated stomach a reminder of just how much was yet to come, but again she reminded herself that this was the point. By 20 minutes in and with just 5 to go she was really starting to worry, her need had come on like a freight train. Unsurprising considering she had drunk all that liquid in 30 minutes, if it had taken 30 minutes to start entering her bladder at the start of the train ride, she was only about half way through what she had put in. Her legs began bouncing up and down, placing a hand on her thigh. She was concerned that her legs might be starting to attract attention, a couple of men had given her glances. Ordinarily she would have put that down to her looks, toned body and tight clothes, but right now they might have just been watching a beautiful women needing to pee. She gently placed a hand on her stomach, now less bloated but her bladder was taking over in that department. How she wished her pants had pockets in, then she could try to hold herself stealthfuly, but that wasn’t an option in these tight and pocket free leggings.
By her stop Katy was almost vibrating in her seat, the coffee and need to pee combining to create quite the spectacle for anyone watching her. Katy didn’t care, she needed to get home and get home quick. Holding her bladder in one hand she carefully stood and made her way to the door. A sudden shake of the carriage as it changed tracks before the platform almost causing her to fall. Grabbing the back of someone’s seat in one hand she steadied herself, but the sudden movement caused havoc in her bladder. Its contents sloshed inside her, a major peak in desperation hit her as she swivelled and crossed her legs tightly. She hadn’t leaked but it was close. Quickly she stood and made her way off the train, now it was just a short walk to her place and walking was making it easier to hold. Striding off purposefully she was well aware she wasn’t out of the woods though, her need was still getting worse as her kidneys pumped more of her coffee into her bladder. The diuretic nature of it causing them to work overtime and pass as much liquid into them as quickly as possible. As she passed a dark alleyway part of her wanted to just squat in the middle of it, but yet again that thought passed through her mind, this was a test, a challenge to her bladder and she couldn’t fail now. She quickened her pace, each step now jostling her overfilled bladder but taking her one step closer to her nice clean bathroom. By the time she arrived at her apartment complex she was in agony, her bladder begging for release with each movement causing it to pulse inside her. The vast amount of liquid filling her threatening to burst out of her at any moment, she had overdone it but at the same time she had almost made it. Just three flights of stairs stood between her and victory.
Wincing in pain at the first step, she placed one hand deep in her crotch and the other on the hand rail. Slowly but surely she climbed the stairs, one foot in front of the other it felt like she was taking on Everst. The exertion causing her to sweat more than her entire dance session, she was clenching everything. In three times the normal amount of time Katy made it to her apartment, still holing herself as she put her key into the door and made her way inside. She had done it, but then her mind went back to before the train. Technically, she still had a drink she had bought and hadn't drunk. If she really wanted to win, she had to really challenge herself and since she had paid for the refill with the lemonade it, only made sense to drink it before peeing. Rummaging through her bag she found it, the 1L bottle filled to the brim with water. It had seemed a good idea at the time, but now looking at the volume of water she was telling herself to drink was making her reconsider.
That was quitter talk though, and she wasn’t a quitter. One hand still holding her pee in she popped the sports lid and began chugging it down. The need to pee skyrocketed as her body protested and her brain screamed at her to stop. It knew it couldn’t hold anymore and was doing all it could to send signals to the rational parts of her thought process, but to no avail. Still she chugged, almost half the water was gone now, yet the need to pee was still getting worse. Her bloated bladder quivered, Katy was struggling now but she kept drinking. She was almost done when a spasm shook her body, the clenched muscles keeping her pee in loosened for just a second as a spurt of hot pee shot out of her distended bladder. “Oh…Fu*k” She shouted out loud, dropping the bottle to hold herself, another spurt followed the first dampening her leggings and turning the light pink almost see through. “No….come on….” A third leak was the final signal she needed as Katy sprinted for the toilet, barging through the door leaking more as she ran. “ahhh……that feels good”, she had made it to the toilet.
Inspecting the damage, a large wet patch spread out from her crotch and down to one of her knees, she had clearly let out more than she felt. Despite the glorious sensation of relaxing her bladder, the fire behind her eyes was still lit. In her mind, she had failed. The bottle wasn’t completely empty and she had leaked. Throwing her clothes in the washing up basket she made her way to the kitchen. “So….3 litres and hold for an hour, that’s a starting point I guess." Grabbing a glass she quickly filled it, keen to repeat her training until she could hold it no problem. This was going to be a long 6 weeks for her bladder.
1 week till the contest
It had been 5 weeks since her near accident and start of her training. It was safe to say that it hadn’t been the only near accident over that period, but a number of near misses early on had only strengthened Katy’’s resolve. With the added training she had now improved her capacity significantly, a regime of long holds and cheat days of filling quickly and often had strengthened her bladder. Today was a Tuesday and that meant it was a cheat day, leading to lots of drinking and lots of peeing. She would obviously still hold until uncomfortable but it was no where near as intense as non cheat days. One on of her regular days she had even managed to go a full 24 hours without peeing last week, although her fluid intake had been less that day. Somehow she had gone to bed bursting to pee, waking up the next morning with an unbearable need that meant she had only just got to the toilet in time, but she was proud of her achievement. Thinking back to the intense need Katy made her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to reveal her 10 litres for today. Carefully marked on large litre bottles, the word Tuesday clearly written in red pen across the tops. She was nothing if not organised.
Taking the first two litres she started chugging one down, the cold water feeling heavy in the stomach. Quickly writing down the time as 8:07am she set an alarm for 9:00 and went about her day. After a morning of chores like taking the laundry to the washing room in her complex and cleaning the living room her alarm went off. Uncapping the next bottle she began drinking that too. Fifteen minutes later it was gone and she started to get ready for her run that she did each and every morning. Katy could feel a slight need to pee after her morning litre but it wasn’t that strong at the moment and she had gotten used to the feeling over the last few weeks. Setting another alarm for 10:00 she grabbed her running belt, shoes, water bottle and set off. Her run through the park usually took about an hour, but the alarm meant that she didn’t need to worry too much about timing it herself.
By the end of her run, the full two litres had made their way through her and each bouncing step caused her bladder to throb once again. But the feeling was a far cry from her first day, much easier to handle than that. She greeted the coffee stall at the edge of the park, buying her morning large coffee as the next step on her bladder journey. Thanking John the man behind the counter she had gotten to know after 6 weeks, like clockwork her order was almost always ready for her when she arrived.Taking a sip she continued her run, although now with coffee in hand it was more like speed walking. 10 minutes later she was jogging up her apartment steps to her door, opening it and dropping her running gear on the floor she made her way back to the kitchen. It was almost 11 and time for the next 2 litres, despite not being a holding day she still liked to test herself by drinking the next set of liquid before peeing the first time. Standing with her legs pressed together, she started to down the bottles, glass after glass was pounded like shots at a bar. Filling the final glass, her phone started to buzz. Katy looked down and saw that it was her friend Dan, “Sh*t, that’s today” she said out loud answering it quickly.
“Katy where ar…..”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry my trains delayed Ill be there as soon as I can” She said grabbing her bag and heading towards the door
“Look ill be there in like 45 minutes”
“You better be, the contest starts in an hour”
“Ill be there” Katy said, locking the door and sprinting towards the station.
55 minutes later she ran through the doors of the dance studio, heart beating and head going a mile a minute. Today was the jive competition she and her dance partner Dan had signed up for a couple of months ago. She couldn't believe she had forgotten, they had been looking forward to this so much. She spotted Dan, dressed in his dance attire and tapping one foot on the floor looking impatient.
“There you are, you have like 2 minutes to get ready, if we aren’t on the floor when it starts we are disqualified”
“Look, im sorry the trains” she lied again between breaths.
“You need to get changed” Dan said pointing at her still wearing her jogging clothes. "The changing rooms are over there, you need to be quick."
“Ok, be right back”
Katy ran off through the door Dan had pointed at, putting her bag on the bench she quickly undressed. Only then did she notice the massive bulge coming out of her stomach “Sh*t” Katy swore again crossing her legs tightly. In the rush and panic of being late she had totally forgotten about her need which was back full force now. One leg crossed over the other and bobbing nakedly in the changing room she desperately looked around for a toilet. There were none, they must be in a separate room, maybe she could just pee down the shower drain. She hated the thought especially since someone could just walk in on her but that was her only choice.
*Bang, Bang Bang.
“Youv’ got 1 minute until we are disqualified Katy, are you almost done. We’ve been waiting for months for this opportunity please don’t waste it when we are this close.”
Dan was right, and more than that she doubted she could finish peeing before the time ran out.
“Almost done, just getting ready now”
She began pulling on her costume, first a pair of tights, a loose fitting black top and then to her horror, she had a corset to wear. Ordinarily it was her pride and joy, accentuating her already substantial assets she felt like a queen in it. But today, it was more of a torture device. Luckily, It was a simple zip up one which took no time to put on. “Fu……uh” she almost swore again crossing her legs more tightly as the zip squeezed her bladder, trapping it in a metal cage. The final step, a long flowing black dress with red ruffles. Slipping it on still clenching her bladder shut with all her might she ran back out the door, clipping a red rose into her hair and slipping a pair of high heels on, she made it just in time.
“Thank god” Dan said
“Are you ok?, you seem a little flustered”
She was beyond flustered, but there wasn’t anything she could do about that now, she just had to get on with dancing, which would be easier said than done.
"Yeah im fine" she lied.
Luckily, the Jive is quite a fast paced dance with lots of leg movements and crossing over. She knew it would throw off the rhythm slightly but she was having to linger a split second longer with each leg cross. Desperately tensing her thighs and pressing them together, trying to find any and all support for her aching bladder. Her breathing was laboured, more so than usual due to the effort of containing her pent up pee. It was unbearable, how could she manage this wearing a corset and with so much water inside her. She was really regretting that coffee now, a vigorous twirl sending her off into a pose with her legs wide apart. A crack in the dam appeared as a spurt of warm pee escaped, the momentum shaking her bladder while the pose separated her muscles enough to let it through. She could feel it in her panties, a warm wet spot that made her blush deeply. She was really full, she was trying to deny how much it hurt to keep this up but she was dying. The high heels and corset alone were enough to bring a tear to her eye, pushing and squeezing her bloated bladder in all different directions. A second twirl doubled her discomfort instantly, a jet of pee hissed its way through her underwear and past her tights, running down her leg and onto the wooden dance floor. Katy was loosing it, a tear ran down her face. She just wanted to run to the bathroom but they were so nearly done. She looked at Dan, he was smiling and having the time of his life, he really did live for dance. Then she saw the look in his eye and remembered how their routine ended. As he moved towards her, Katy’s eyes went wide and she tried desperately to shake her head to tell him not too but it was too late. He grabbed her by the waste and lifted her off the floor, holding her horizontally above him. The crowed clapped, but Katy couldn’t hear them. Her need to pee and discomfort had gone from a 10/10 to a full on 20/10 and nothing could stop the inevitable. She let out a pitiful whimper as her aching bladder muscles gave out and her hours of pee shot out of her, spraying out of her with enough force to cover Dan in the process. He looked up to see the shower of liquid coming out of his partner, he almost dropped her from shock as he was being covered in her strong smelling pee.
Dan lowered Katy to the ground as quickly as possible “What he Fu*k” he shouted out loud, in disbelief of what had just happened. Katy now on her knees in the middle of the dance floor was sobbing, pee still shooting out of her with some force. The puddle she was creating was massive, spreading out in all directions across the polished wood flooring with the sobbing woman at its centre. The other dancers stopped, the music stopped and the room fell silent as no one could believe their eyes. Her dress was being soaked but she didn’t care, she just wanted the world to open up underneath her and swallow her whole. Blushing madly she bore down on her muscles and managed to stop the flow after a minute, she still needed to pee but more than anything she wanted to get out of here. She had wet herself again, the shame just as unbearable. Standing quickly she attempted to run to the toilets, only to slip in the massive puddle and end up on her back in it. As if the day couldn’t get any worse the force caused her tired bladder to open up once again and this time Katy just went limp as yet more pee flowed out of her. She was drenched, covered from head to tow in her own urine, the entire dance floor was now covered to the disbelief of everyone in the room. How could one small women contain so much liquid, it was amazing in some ways. Finally after another full minute of her pee hissing from her sodden tights she stood, hiding her face in her hands she ran back into the changing rooms. This was the worst day of her life and she just wanted to go home now. The only thing that could possibly make it bearable would be to win the rematch, then the public embarrassment would have been worth it.
1 day till the contest
In less than 24 hours Katy would be back on that stage and this time she was ready. She still felt humiliated by what had happened at the dancing competition and unsurprisingly Dan hadn’t spoken to her since. Despite her mishap, her training went on without any more interruptions. Yesterday had been another cheat day but instead she had drunk an extra two litres in the evening as a test, determined to prove her bladders true strength.
“Bollo*ks” she had woken up late again, how could this happen today of all days. Quickly she gathered her bags, checked she had her parking permit and entry pass before making her way to the show stage. Running towards her door and grabbing her keys she paused for a moment, the memory of last week coming back. She realised that she was desperate for a pee too, she doubled back and went into the bathroom to have her morning pee. If she was going to win, she needed to start on the right foot. An hour later she was walking onto the stage, the other contestants all seemed extremely confident. In fact, Olivia was already sporting a massive bladder bulge, actually to her puzzlement all of them were. Looking down she was shocked to see that her bladder was also bulging out of her tight purple dress, it was the same size if not bigger than when she bust last time. Her need to pee came back with vengeance, she threw both hands between her legs as her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening, how had she not noticed she was this full before hand. The round began, but for some strange reason she couldn’t hear what they were saying, was the host speaking English? To Katy it just sounded like muffled sounds, her need to pee was excruciating and she couldn’t even understand the questions to answer the. Looking around the other contestants seemed cross with her, while Scarlet was laughing at how Katy pee danced on the spot.
“Im sorry, I don’t understand”
“Please, whats going on”
The Host turned to her and finally she could understand her, but she wished she hadn’t.
“You are the weakest link Katy, and that round you scored £100,000”
With the announcement, she felt the pump turn on and she felt the water start to rush into her, her bladder ballooning stretching and filling more and more. Her purple dress straining against her expanding bladder “Please…..” Katy shouted. Still they filled her, more and more water entering her. “I cant take it any more, please just let me go”
Katy cried. Her bladder was expanding quicker now, to almost comedic levels it stretched feet into the air. She grabbed it with both hands to help carry it, crying as her bladder was stretched to ludicrous levels. It kept going and going and then suddenly with a whimper, she exploded. Pee showering everywhere, gallons of it like a waterfall spilling across the stage where she stood.
“Hu….wha…..”
Katy woke with a start, it had just been a dream. Putting a hand to her crotch she felt it, it was wet like really wet. Removing the covers she could see her bed was drenched, she had peed in her sleep for the first time since she was little. Katy sighed, putting her head back on the pillow, “Why…” sitting up she could see the true extent of the the damage, not an inch of her double bed was dry, it had seeped into every part of it and she too was completely drenched. All the way up her back and into her hair, she was a mess, swinging her feet over the side, even her floor had taken a battering. The bedroom carpet for meters either side a darker shade than the rest. Maybe she had taken it a bit far with the extra 2 litres and not peeing before bed.
Katy stood up, the floor wet under her feet she made her way to the shower where she cleaned herself up. Making a light breakfast after putting her wet pile of bedding in the corner she got ready to leave, her mind racing back to the dream she had just had. Looking at herself, there was no massive bladder bulge and she wasn’t in the purple dress. Instead she had chosen a pair of heavily elastic blue leggings that she knew wouldn’t cause a problem. Having worn them for several of her long holds, she knew they could deal with what she needed them to do. After a quick precautionary pee, Katy left the apartment for the last time before the rematch.
Arriving at the tv station with plenty of time to spare unlike her dream, Katy saw she was the third one to arrive as Olivia and Amanda both stood there sipping at some small coffees. A decision that Katy thought they might regret later on but both of them looked calm, although there seemed to be a sense to tension in the air. Soon the others arrived and they made their way out onto the stage, the lights shining as the rematch of the century was about to begin.....
As always I hope you enjoyed the story, next up we will be seeing how Scarlet has prepared!
Edited January 18, 2020 by Markj9494
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Chapter 9: A family effort (Scarlet)
6 weeks until the rematch
After the contest Scarlet wasn’t feeling too bad about herself, she had didn’t come last and had also chosen to wet herself. Giving up control of her bladder was her choice and as such to her it felt like everything that had happened was her decision. Coming off the stage her husband Andy had been there, immediately hugging her as she still dripped with pee.
When the news about the rematch came through Scarlet knew she could give it another go and when her whole family rallied around to help her prepare for it she felt like nothing could stop her.They would supply her with drinks and stopping her from going to the toilet when she wanted too, never anything to serious but their support was everything to Scarlet. It became a real team effort and while it caused her a fair amount of extra discomfort, she couldn’t help but feel like she was the luckiest women in the world to have such a caring group of people surrounding her.
She had started training almost immediately, putting off bathroom visits as much as she could, her productivity around the house had gone up massively. Using any chore or thing to do as an excuse to put off her pee’s. Many a time she could be seen cleaning or cooking with legs tightly crossed and dancing up and down on the spot, never before had washing up required so much thought. The boys were enjoying it too, maybe they saw it as a bit of a game or was it just funny to them. And’y her husband was also supportive, although he was often the voice of reason telling her not to go to hard to fast. He quickly worked out a regimen of drinking that was both safe for her but also challenging. Scarlet had her share of close calls in the first couple of weeks but slowly and surely she got used to holding more and more liquid and peeing less and less. They were even helping her with the trivia side, a bit of charity shopping had given them a number of new and old trivial pursuits and similar board games. Every night while scarlet downed glass after glass of water for each wrong answers they would sit together and play. Andy usually won but scarlet was starting to get closer and closer to winning, the training really was working. Although most nights usually ended with the boys laughing as their clearly desperate and bloated mum made a beeline for the bathroom.
Tonight was no different, Scarlet was currently sat on her heel on the floor of the living room with both hands jammed between her legs. Beside her lay an empty jug of water, at least 8 glasses in the last two hours had gone into her and she was feeling them. Her bloated bladder pressed against her crossed arms desperately holding it shut
"Ok Scarlet, we are tied in wedges but if you get this you win" Andy said putting on his best game show voice.
"For all the marbles.......What is the capital of Mongolia"
"Oh......come on....." Scarlet was rocking in place now, her face screwed up in concentration. "Tibet?" she said unsure of her answer.
"DZZZZ wrong, im afraid the write answer is...Ulaanbataar"
"What is that, you are making that up....sounds like some place in Aladdin" Scarlet playfully grabbed the card from his hand.
"Dam it"
"Well looks like thats more water for you sweetheart"
"Im sorry guys, I just cant take anymore im about to pee myself" A sentence that made their two young boys giggle.
"well, ok i guess" Andy said intimidating a sad child, pouting his bottom lip and urging the two actual kids to follow suit.
"No.....no! thats not going to work on me this time"
"Well...you know what that calls for?"
"No....not that either, im seriously about to wet the floor, my bladder is sooo full Andy"
"Tickle forfeit!" he shouted playfully as the two boys sprang up from the floor and ran towards Scarlet.
"Noooooo!" she shouted, laughing as she stood quickly and ran playfully away from them, one hand in her crotch the other fending off their small hands. She ran as fast as she could, sprinting up the stairs leaving her kids at the bottom she fumbled with the toilet door. Swinging it open Scarlet was full on pee dancing as she shut and locked the door behind her, finally Sitting on the porcelain throne and letting her body go limp. Her pee hitting the water below her, she could still hear the giggles and laughter from the living room, it seemed like it was Andy's turn to be the tickler.
"Dam it" she said to herself quietly. One day she would win one of the blasted games.
1 week to go
“Morning darling” Any said, gently shaking her shoulder to wake her up.
Scarlet had been having a lovely dream of sitting on the beach in some hot country while her family played in the sea. She was sure other people had more exiting dreams, but to her it was perfect.
“I’ve got your morning coffee, water and eggs. The boys have also put on a cup of orange juice for you, you know to help with your training”
“Thank you, it looks lovely” She looked down at the liquid laden tray Andy was setting down on the bedside table. Part of her knew what she was doing was crazy, but the other parts just revelled in how much this was bringing the family together. She immediately picked up the large coffee and started to sip it.
“So whats the plan for today” she asked.
“Well, Ross needs some new shoes again, if his feet keep growing I think we will have to send him to clown college soon” Scarlet snorted into her cofee, their eldest son of 11 was turning out to be quite tall and was going through another growth spurt. “And Teddy’s birthday is next week so I thought we could kill two birds with one stone and maybe take them both shopping?” Maybe get some food and a movie afterwards?”
“That sounds nice, is there anything on they both want to watch? I don’t want a repeat of last time”
“yeah he chuckled, that was a bit of a disaster, but I think they both want to go and see that new sci-fi kids film. The one that looks like the thunderbirds but without the puppets and strings”
Scarlet nodded, finishing off the rest of her coffee. “Sounds good”
“Right then, ill leave you to get ready. Drink up he said pointing to the other cups, you know how upset they get if you don’t drink what they make for you.”
An hour later, the four of them were in the car and heading towards to town. Scarlet had taken her usual morning pee after finishing her drinks, but even so she could feel a slight need resurfacing. The drive took about 45 minutes to the town, parking in one of the large multi-story structures they began the short walk into town. By the time they arrived on the main street scarlet could feel a distinct need to pee, but she knew she could hold it and that she needed too do just that if she wanted to increase her muscle strength. As they entered the shopping centre she saw her youngest whisper something into And’s ear and point towards a refreshment stand.
“Well, it seems as the boys think you look thirsty, you ok with another drink?”
“Yeah, I suppose. Leaning closer to him, just don’t make it too big that extra drink this morning is taking its toll.”
He nodded knowingly and walked towards the stand.
“Can I get a flat white coffee please” “Yeah sure, what size would you like”
“The biggest one!!” Teddy said excitedly next to him.
Looking at the puzzled look from the man behind the stand, “Don’t worry its not for him. He’s just excited, were picking something out for his birthday."
“Oh ok," his mind seemingly put at ease "well do you still want the biggest one we have? We have small, regular, large Grande and then the Grande MAX which is only 40p extra and is just over a litre (48oz)."
Looking down at the excited Teddy, “Sure lets get the Grande MAX”.
She’s going to kill me he thought as he looked over his shoulder at scarlet who was now standing with her legs loosely crossed.
A few moments later Scarlet looked down as Teddy ran over to her holding the biggest coffee she had ever seen. “Here you go, I made sure dad got the biggest for you”
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you Teddy” but Inside she was cursing Andy, ever the softie with the kids, they defiantly got what they wanted when she wasn’t around.
Sorry, Andy mouthed to her. Scarlet shrugged and began drinking. If they had paid for it, she wasn’t going to waste it.
The next two hours of shopping went by quite quickly. Ross found some shoes that were smart enough for school and cool enough that he agreed to wear them. While teddy picked out a cool transformers toy as his gift after about an hour of running around a toy store, his energy seemed never ending. For Scarlet her need to pee was now coming on strong, she had left Andy to follow the speedy Teddy while she and Ross went to find some sweets or something for both of them. It felt kind of unfair for Ross to get shoes while Tedy got a cool toy, so getting something for them both might stop any arguments later one. After all the drinks she had drunk, her bladder was now bloating out in front of her by some distance. It reminded her of being about 3 months pregnant, but was far more worrying. On their way back from the sweet shop she clocked the toilets and started walking towards them.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ross chimed up as she took them towards her much needed relief.
“Im sorry, I know you guys enjoy me holding, but I really have to pee”
“Yeah, but what about the deal?”
“Yeah I know, But I think this is the best time for me to go. Im sure there will be plenty more drinks to come”
When this first started, she had made a deal with them that she would only ever pee four times a day, once when she got up, twice during the day and then before she went to bed. It seemed a good way to make sure she increased her holding abilities but also didn’t cause a scene in public. Especially in front of her kids, who she was trying to make sure turned out as good upstanding men, peeing yourself in front of them too often might have some sort of impact on them she worried.
“This is my first pee of the day, so I’ll be fine”
Rushing into the toilets she threw herself into a stall. Her desperation had skyrocketed after finally deciding to pee. The sheer sight of the toilet had seemingly made her bladder start to try to expel itself immediately. Locking the stall and fighting with her sweatpants for a moment she sat on the toilet, sighing with immense relief. A waterfall of pee drained out of her, taking well over a minute to empty herself. Looking at her watch it was now just after 1pm. Taking a few moments to enjoy the empty feeling and making herself look presentable again, Scarlet walked out of the toilets to see that Andy and Teddy had met up with Ross.
The rest of the afternoon went by similarly fast, they had gone for lunch and dinner both of which had been accompanied by a large number of drinks for Scarlet. Her son’s taking any and all opportunities to ask the wait staff to refill her water. They were defiantly getting some strange glances by the 10th cup of water for her with her steak dinner. She was beyond bloated and starting to feel miserable as the weight of the water took its toll on her aching stomach and full bladder. She was sitting her her legs tightly crossed and vigorously shaking under the table. Luckily her desperate knee knocking display was going unnoticed by her son’s, although a knowing look from her husband told her she wasn’t hiding it as well as she had hoped. As the deserts arrived her need was too much, she had to hold herself. Shoving one hand between her legs she started to press. She was getting worryingly close to a full blown accident right here in the middle of a restaurant. Cupping her distended bladder that was being pumped full by her kidneys, a shock wave of pain went through her body as someone walked into her chair. The contact causing a small leak to escape her grasp, that was it.. she had to go to the toilet.
Standing carefully with one hand on her bladder, hunched over she slowly waddled her way to the bathroom. Each step sending more shockwaves through her bladder and causing her to wince. She was starting to wonder if she had left it too late, a second stream of pee made its way past her tensing muscles and into her pants. Scarlet could feel her aching muscles were giving way so she quickened her pace towards the ladies room. Her speed causing a few more spurts to leave her bladder and make it past her now wet hand shoved into her crotch. She thanked god there wasn’t a Que as she pushed her way into another stall and for the second time that day emptied herself on a toilet. Inspecting the damage a large apple sized wet spot could be seen on her crotch. "Fuck" she whispered to herself again, her pee still hitting the water below her at some force. she did her best to dry it using toilet paper but she was sure it would still be noticeable to anyone who saw it. Scarlet had avoided a full blown accident, but that was worryingly close. As she finished peeing she was all to aware of how tired all this holding was making her, plus she could still feel a lot of liquid still in her stomach.
Walking back to the table, Ross chimed up “That’s two pees mum”
“I know, thank you.” He was right, that was her last allowed pee until she went to bed, or at least until they made it home. But she wasn’t too worried, she had already survived 10 hours of being filled by her family, she was sure she could manage a couple more. Sitting down again she was all to aware of the wet feeling between her legs.
“Right then, ill grab the bill and then we can make our way to see The great Unknown!” Andy said, trying to do his best dramatic impression, like the old 80’s trailers.
Walking into the cinema, they went over to buy the tickets.
“Ok guys, you both go to the toilet before the movie starts, Me and your mum will grab some stuff from the refreshment stands. What do you guys want?"
“Tango crush”, Ross said. Taking a few moments to look at the stand Teddy saw what he was after. “I want one of those” he pointed to a massive cup with a little toy of the films main character on. “And some skittles”.
“Ok, we will grab those, now both of you hurry up the film starts in 5 minutes” The boys ran towards the toilets, “Oh, and Ross make sure Teddy washes his hands!” he shouted after them.
“How are you doing love” andy said, giving scarlet a quick squeeze on her shoulders.
“I’m ok, just a little tired after drinking so much. But I’ll be ok” Maybe a coffee will help, but make sure it’s a medium this time."
A few minutes later the boys were back out and having an argument about which of the characters in the show was the coolest when Andy came over to join them. Juggling Scarlet's coffee that she was pleased to see was a regular and the boys massive drinks. The novelty cup teddy had chosen had to be at least half a gallon, in fact on the side it said it was 2.7 litres. She was starting to worry about how much sugar was in It when Andy went to hand it to him.
“Oh no, that’s not for me, I wanted mummy to have it”... “I just want the cup afterwards”
“Wait what?, are you sure” Scarlet said. “Im not sure mommy can hold that much after today”
“Yes you can, you're awesome” Looking down at the beaming child's face, the sentence brought a tear to her eye.
“Thank you, that’s a lovely thing to say, and you are right I am awesome, we're all awesome”
Scarlet took the oversized cup and started to sip it as they walked into the film. It was about 2 and a half hours long with 30 minutes of adverts, that wasn't too bad she told herself, she was sure she could hold on that long but it was going to be close. With a coffee in one cup holder and the massive drink in her hand, she was surrounded by liquid that pretty soon would all be inside her. But with Teddy’s comment fuelling her conviction to hold and impress her son, she could do this..
By the time the adverts had finished Scarlet had drained her coffee and set about the gigantic cola she had next to her. Unfortunately, this was when she felt the first signal from her tired bladder, it was starting to fill again. The water from dinner still making its way through her before she had added any of this extra fluid. Even so and despite the warning signs, 30 minutes later more than half the drink the was gone and she was defiantly starting to feel it. Scarlet was starting to constantly shuffle in her seat, moving from legs crossed, to legs pressed tightly together all the while tapping her foot on the floor. The desperate dance was in full swing and she just hoped all the other viewers would be too engrossed in the film to notice. By halfway through the drink was almost empty and Scarlet was in dire straights, her legs constantly moving. Her bladder was sticking out of her a ridiculous amount as the water, coffee and cola were pushed through by her kidneys still working overtime due to the massive coffee in the morning. It was like being back on the show, her pants were now tight and restrictive as her pee bore down with all its might on her already tired muscles. She had started sweating profusely and was glad that the lights were down, she must look like a right state she thought to herself. Her iron grip slipped as a spurt of hot pee made its way out of her as scarlet slammed her hands into her crotch. Her face immediately bright red from embarrassment, not only was she in public she was in a movie theatre, she couldn’t have an accident now.
She should get up, she should get up and just go to the toilets. It was like a two minute walk if that, her kids might not even notice. Another hot spurt made its way through, wetting her hands again. She clenched with all her might, pressing tightly with her hands. Another leak, this time a substantial one with an audible hiss. “No, not here, not like this” she whispered to herself. She could still make it to the toilet if she left now, but for some reason her body refused to move. A fourth leak, then a fifth and a sixth left her tired body. Her quivering thighs failing the tighten enough to stop the flows. It was pure agony for poor scarlet as her pee hole burned, the effort of stopping her bladder completely exploding taking its toll. She could feel it soaking into the chair beneath her. The next squirt that came out was almost fatal, far more forceful and longer than the others it shot out of her. A faint splattering noise could be heard as the film hit a quiet scene just at the wrong moment.
Through her agonised face she prayed that no one heard or noticed what was going on. Her muscles spasmsed again, there was now an almost constant leak happening, a slow trickle of pee escaping her failing grip. Her pee now flowing into her trousers and into the already soaked seat. The only blessing was that it wasn’t flowing onto the floor yet. The battle of her bladder continued for minutes, an almost constant leak almost mirroring the constant flow of drinks still going into it. She was humiliated, she was a grown woman having an accident in the middle of a movie theatre filled with kids. How could she look her family in the eyes,she had failed them and could only imagine the humiliation they would feel as they left with her covered in her own pee. Pee that was still coming out of her as she sat there, after 5 long humiliating minutes of constant leaking the chair simply couldn’t absorb anymore such was the volume of the accident. A constant dripping noise could be heard coming from it, as pee left her tired body and started pooling on the floor.
It was the smell of her pee that hit Andy first, looking over he could see her face contorted in pain, a faint trickle of pee falling off her chair. He was sorry for what the kids had put her through but at the same time, he wondered why she simply hadn’t left and gone to the toilet. There was still a third of the movie left, he hoped it would dry slightly by the time they left, although going before the lights came up was probably scarlet's best bet at avoiding being totally humiliated.
Scarlet was almost crying now, her leaks had finally stopped after ten minutes, but her bladder had continued to fill. By the end of the film it was full to the brim again, she had let out occasional leak over the last 30 minutes, she was in agony and there was nothing she could do. The puddle on the floor was now big enough to be easily noticeable, the seat and her pants still drenched, her leaks stopping them from drying even slightly. Scarlet looked down at her bladder that now felt more bloated and looked even bigger than when the leaks had begun, how much was her body trying to force into her bladder and when would it stop., she sobbed quietly at the perpetual desperation she found herself in. Finally the film entered its final scene, it was almost over. Scarlet noticed Andy start to usher the kids towards the exit, tilting his head to indicate they should leave. She followed, red faced but still somewhat hidden by the fact the lights hadn’t come up now. The exit doors lead out into the parking structure they we in, somehow even on the right floor. The artificial lighting did nothing to hid her accident, Scarlet's light grey tracksuit a dark grey having absorbed much of her accident. She felt ashamed and just wanted to get out of here.
Making sure to walk behind her kids, she was hoping they wouldn’t notice her wet pants, although the dark patch had spread around to the front with a large dark spot around her crotch. Luckily after a day of excitement they both seemed to be tired. Getting into their car, she placed an old carrier bag on her seat, her face still flushed red in shame. Andy started their drive back in almost silence, the kids quickly falling asleep in the back. Scarlet was trying to do the best to remain composed, hands clenched in her crotch, her bulging bladder still screaming for release. How she made it out without wetting herself completely she will never know. But after 5 minutes she just couldn’t hold it any more, another painful pulse ravaging her body.
“Please Andy, you have to find me somewhere to pee”
He looked over at her concerned “What, I thought that….you know…you went” he said nodding at her sodden clothes.
“No, im still bursting, you have to help me. I cant wait much longer, you need to like pull over now”
“Are you sure, its dark out here and were still in the town centre”
“Oh…..I don’t know…..I don’t think I can hold it any more”
As she said that a spasm rocked her body.
“Oh my god……Andy, its coming you have to pull over now”
“I cant just pull over, this is a one way road, can you last like 2 minutes and ill find somewhere”
Scarlet was sobbing now, both hands in her crotch applying as much force to help her tired muscles as possible.
“I cant….”
A three second hiss filled the car as another jet of pee forced its way out.
“Oh no, its happening”
“Here, its an emergency use this” Andy said handing her the massive novelty cup that had caused the problem to begin with.
Ordinarily she would never have peed into a cup in the car, but this was no ordinary situation. Scarlet grabbed the cup, popping off the top and positioning it beneath her in the car. Immediately pee burst forth from her, exiting her body at speed and noisily splattering into the plastic cup. Her face washed in relief as her aching and full bladder finally got the permission to empty itself.
“Oh…..god….that feels good.”
Her thundering pee continued for minutes, her eyes closed she was in bliss.
Suddenly she felt fresh wetness hit her feet, oh god she was missing and making a mess. Looking down she was surprised to see that the cup was completely full. She was overflowing the 2.7 litre cup with her mammoth bladder. How was this happening, she didn’t even hold that much when she was in the contest. Scarlet desperately tried to cut off the flow but her body was too tired to respond. Her pee continued for another 10 seconds, spilling onto the floor of the car and making a hell of a mess. Her pee finally ended and she carefully put the cap on the cup, her legs tired after squatting so long. She was amazed, that had to have been close to three litres of pee that just came out of her, how could she hold that much. That didn’t even include the amount she had left in a puddle on the floor of the cinema. She just couldn’t believe it, 3 litres!
Scarlet was sure she had a chance to win the rematch now, if the drug helped people hold twice as much that was six litres! Although even doing the mental maths scared her, she had been at her physical limit tonight, could her body even deal with double that amount or would she be torn in two but the sheer pressure? Either way, the shame of her accident left her and a renewed confidence came over her as she sat in her wet pee smelling car, holding 2.7 litres of golden fortitude.
1 day to go
Scarlet had taken most of the last week off from holding after her ordeal at the cinema, it had taken a couple of days for her bladder to return to normal and stop the mad dashes in the middle of the night. She had started to worry that it had undone all her hard work, but sure enough by the day before the quiz it was back to normal. She had challenged herself this morning, nothing to drastic though as to not upset her bladder. She Had drunk 2.5 litres of water at 9.00am and wanted to see just how long she could hold it before the pain set in. That was her benchmark as to when the muscles were at their end of being able to hold back. It was 12.34 and she was pee dancing in front of their bathroom door. Each minute that ticked by only increased her need to pee 10 fold. She was desperate, legs moving quickly side to side and crossing over. She managed another 5 minutes before a spasm hit her bladder, a sure sign that it was struggling.
“Oh….ok that’s enough….”
She reached for the stashed measuring jug and walked into the bathroom.
Squatting over the large container she released her pee, only just moving her hand out of the way in time as her waters jetted out of her and into the jug. Two minutes later her pee tapered off and she inspected the jug. 2.2 litres, a good amount and well above her expectation when she started this ordeal. Scarlet now had her benchmark, if she felt a need to pee at anything less than 2.2 litres it was all in her head.
She took the rest of the day off, carefully limiting her fluid intake and for the first time in over a month actively not drinking more than necessary. Scarlet wanted to make sure her bladder muscles were in tip top fighting shape for the rematch. Going to bed early she awoke the morning of the rematch fully refreshed and ready to win. On the drive down her and the kids played one final trivia game, in a weird way she would miss this sort of thing when the rematch was over. Maybe she could find something similar to do with the family, just without the risk of publicly disgracing herself again.
As usual thanks for reading! This was a bit more of a relationship based chapter that hopefully made a few supporters of Scarlet happy.
Next up is Amanda! |
Chapter 10: Gaming the system (Amanda)
6 weeks to go
Amanda had left the show in pieces, her bladder physically exploding with a ferocity even greater than the final two after she forced it closed beyond its limit. For the next three days, even a single glass of water had made her feel desperate to pee in less than an hour. Amanda had taken her body well beyond its limits and she was worried that she had caused physical damage, such was her determination not to pee and win the show. When the announcement about the sedative failure came out, she was furious and sure that it was what caused her loose. If she hadn’t gotten any as she assumed she hadn’t, it meant that she had held twice as much as some of the others without its help. The offer of a rematch was tempting to her, to show everyone what she could do with a level playing field. Although after that painful experience she wasn't sure if she wanted to put herself through all of that again, especially since who could guarantee the same issue wouldn’t happen again? But maybe if she could come up with her own way of gaming the system and helping herself, then she might be able to tip the balance to the rightful place of her being at the top.
Luckily as a science teacher at college Amanda had the brains and the opportunity to develop something. She didn't know exactly what she needed, perhaps she could recreate the sedative the show uses and give herself a dose of it before it started? Possibly a muscle stimulant to strengthen her pelvic floor too? Opening one of her medical text books Amanda began to formulate an idea. As far as she could tell, the drugs the show used must be a type of Tolterodine or Darifenacin. These compounds are used to treat urinary incontinence by suppressing the urge to pee and stopping muscle spasms. This sounded exactly like how the drugs had been described to the contestants before the show. The first mystery was solved, but Amanda was thinking of upping the game from what they had been given by the show. A combination of drug compounds would likely yield better results for what she wanted. Further reading revealed that pseudoephedrine might be the next stop on her tour of bladder capacity improving drugs. A note at the bottom of the medical book clearly told her that this type of drug hadn’t been passed by any medical institution to treat incontinence or in her case win tv shows. Despite this, Amanda added it to the list, highlighting the drugs ability to aid in the retention of urine by constricting the sphincter muscle and relaxing the bladder wall. These actions would reduce urine leakage due to abrupt increases in pressure, just like when the pumps would activate she thought to herself. A final ingredient of mirabegron was selected, this drug worked by relaxing the bladder muscle during the storage phase, thus increasing the capacity of bladder to hold more urine. These three drugs might be the perfect combination of increasing capacity, reducing the urge to pee and helping relax her muscles. It could take some fine tuning but she was sure she would be able to create the perfect balance of the three. Logging into the college services she quickly placed an order for the following day, making sure to pay it with her card so no one became suspicious about random costs for her department.
The next day Amanda made it into college extra early, picking up her package and setting about her experiment. She would start small with the doses but needed a way of measuring their relative impact per gram of each drug. Carefully she broke each tablet down into a fine powder of which she measured out exactly 10 grams, but now she needed something to mix them with and find a way to measure their impact. After a moment of contemplation she went out into the campus and bought a large pack of 12 water bottles, that was 6 litres. Carrying them back into lab she noted the time as 7.55 and started drinking. While walking the campus she had come up with the perfect plan, she would drink 2 litres of water and then measure her output of pee and rate her discomfort / need every two hours. She had had her morning pee a little while ago and had a couple of glasses of water in her from breakfast, but she doubted that would impact the results too much. Sighing as she placed the last bottle down she patted her now rather full stomach, weirdly enjoying the empirical study she was carrying out on herself. Re filling the 2 litres she had drunk she unscrewed the caps of 3 bottles, carefully pouring each of the powders into one and writing the tablets name on the bottle. Her first class was at 8.15 and ran for 1 hour 45, the small break at 10 giving her the perfect opportunity to visit the bathroom and repeat the experiment each time with a different drug. She guessed that the small dosages also meant they would wear of quickly, metabolizing and being removed from her body in the very pee she was using them to measure. Walking quickly to her class she placed the water in her desk and prepared for the lesson.
First period went by uneventfully. Halfway through the need to pee had hit her, but she knew she could manage. By the end she was standing with her legs slightly crossed but she didn’t think she was being obvious about her need. Even though 2 liters was a lot and she was sure soon her bladder would be really complaining, it would take a bit of time for the rest of the water to reach it. As the buzzer ran a sense of giddy enjoyment ran through her, time for the next stage of her plan. She had 10 minutes before the next class. Waiting for the students to leave she grabbed the next 2 litres, a measuring flash she took from the lab and the first drug, the mirabegron. Plopping down on the toilet, Amanda took out her notebook and the jug , placing it beneath her and peeing forcefully into it for about 30 seconds. Thinking about it she didn’t really have a discomfort scale to go by, but she would put herself at a 6 in terms of need to pee and maybe a 3 in discomfort, she could always change it later. She had defiantly needed to pee, but she could probably have dealt with that level of feeling for a while longer. 687ml, not the biggest pee of her life but still a reasonable amount. Finishing off her notes she quickly poured the pee down the toilet and started chugging the next 2 litres.
The next class went similarly to the first, although she defiantly noticed that despite her bladder bulging slightly her need to pee was less than It was in the first control round. She managed to stand confidently with her legs apart the entire time, no need for pee dancing or any sort of movement to help her hold. Even as the class ended her need to pee was noticeable less than time, staying behind to help a couple of students that were struggling with certain aspects of the class. Their test was in a little over a month away, so despite wanting to go and measure her pee and keep up her meticulous time scale, she stayed behind. Luckily it was now lunch time so she had plenty of time to get to the bathroom. 15 minutes later, she rushed out of the room and towards the staff bathrooms one again. Inside she repeated the process, Need to pee was at maybe a 4, discomfort at a 3 like before, but her 40 second pee was almost a litre at 941ml. That was a strong indication these drugs could work. Giving herself a 30 minute lunch break she returned to her classroom 10 minutes before the next lesson to down her water. It was a little harder this time because she was so well hydrated. But still she forced down the water, including the pseudoephedrine laced bottle. Her stomach was feeling heavy now, a sign that there might have been more water in her than before. She still had quite a bit to process and even as the class started to file in she felt the barest sensation of needing to pee.
An hour later Amanda really needed to visit the ladies room, she could defiantly feel the ball of pent up urine in her, looking down it was starting to bulge out of her abdomen. Nowhere near as much as it had in the show, but as someone not used to seeing it there at all, it was a bit of a shock. She crossed her legs and tried to forget about it, but 20 minutes later the need to pee had intensified dramatically. She had started to pace around the class, a few people had picked up on the fact that something was off with her, but none seemed to be paying that much attention. She was finding it peculiar though, she knew she needed to pee and yet she didn’t necessarily feel “Uncomfortable” or really desperate. Maybe it was just her brain still sending the right signals that she was full, without her bladder responding properly. Was this what the drug was supposed to do? she wasn’t to convinced by it so far. Another 10 minutes crawled past, with the exam so close most of her students were busy studying or doing practice papers and that gave her plenty of time to think about her situation. Did she need to pee badly or not, her body was sending her mixed signals in the literal sense. Either way she took this time to sit behind her desk and tightly cross her legs. Amanda stayed like that until the end of the class, as the buzzer rung she stood up quickly to usher the students out. The sudden movement shifted the mass of liquid within her, she winced as she physically felt it swish around inside her and yet again, there was no discomfort or peak in her need to pee. Gathering her equipment she made her way back to the staff bathroom to finish off this section of the test. Need to pee was a solid 8 right now, the extra water and time at lunch must have caught up with her. Discomfort however was at a 3, maybe even a 2. She felt like she could physically hold this amount for hours longer even if her brain was telling her should couldn’t. Peeing into the measuring forcefully again, moments after managing to get it in position, 989ml, just under a litre.
Amanda grabbed the last 2 litres and began chugging them down as quick as possible, she only had 3 minutes till her next and final class of the day. This was the same drug as they gave her in the show so she was already fairly certain she knew how this one would feel. That is, if she even got any of it. Walking back to class she was surprised to see some students already in a line outside her room. Apologising to them she let them and started preparing. This lesson was a practical session on titration, asking for help from some of the early students she began putting out the large flasks and cylinders needed. Despite being surrounded by the sounds of dropping water slowly hitting small pools of acid, Amanda found herself completely distracted from her need to pee. She was surprised when the buzzer wen’t signalling the end of the day. It had been two hours and her need to pee was still minimal. She could see that she was physically rather full by the bulge that had reappeared in her abdomen, but she was barely feeling any sensation. These drugs must work really well she thought to herself.
“Ok class, looks like that’s it for today. I hope you all have a nice weekend and I will see you all next week.”
As she was clearing away her equipment she started to wonder just how much they worked. At her current rate she was pretty sure she could make it home, she might even be able to wait longer after that. So 45 minutes later she walked out to her car still unrelieved. There was defiantly a bit more of a need now, but she was sure she could make it home. Unfortunately, her body had other ideas, as the 20 minute drive home was a bit more eventful than Amanda had planned.
The need to pee came on so fast and suddenly it took her completely off guard. She had gone from a 2/10 to a solid 10/10 in about 10 minutes. Shuffling her legs as wildly as driving would allow she was now pressing on her crotch, the extra support suddenly needed to not flood her car. “They must have worn off she muttered”, taking her time at a red light to cross her legs and bounce in her seat. This was bad, the reality of her bladders state coming to her. Dam those drugs for working so well she thought to herself. She would have to remember this in the future, they might work but they had one hell of a drop off in effectiveness. A few minutes later the desperate Amanda pulled onto her driveway. Flinging the door open she gingerly made her way to the front door. Fumbling with the keys in one hand and pee dancing on the spot, she just about managed to get the keys in open the door still dry. She rushed for the toilet, holding herself the entire way, she could feel her control slipping. Slamming her bathroom door open she didn’t even take her panties off, instead sitting down in them and using a finger to hook them to the side. The valuable seconds saving them from the inevitable downpour that was about to happen. As soon as her ass hit the seat she was peeing. "Ooooohhhhhh" she moaned in delight, her eyes shut for a moment. Opening them again she realised that not only was the toilet door still open, so was her front door. If someone was to walk in right now they could see her relieving herself, panting as the litres of pee escaped her. “Dam it"……she hadn’t measured it. The rush of getting in and not wetting herself had made her forget about the experiment. But there was still plenty of time to measure herself again. She sighed, the tension that had suddenly filled her body over the last 10 minutes ebbing away in her longest piss of the day.
1 week to go
Over the last 5 weeks Amanda had been experimenting with various amounts and ratio's of the drugs. A number of close calls, damp underwear and funny looks from students had given her the current ratio of 5 parts Darifenacin, 4 parts mirabegron to 3 parts pseudoephedrine and today's total was 480 grams. A large amount compared to the initial 10g of each she had started with, but it seemed as if they had somewhat of a diminishing return in their benefit. Amanda had also been upping her water intake to match, day 1 had been 2 litres every 2 hours but by last week she was up to 5 litres in the first 2 hours followed by a litre every hour. Totalling at 12 litres per day, a quantity that she made sure to carefully mix with a variety of salt, minerals and other chemicals to avoid any negative effects on her body.
Amanda was currently on her way in, finishing off the second bottle of water as she arrived. Today was an exam day and as such she had prepared. Carrying an extra bottle of water than last week she made her way into the classroom ready for the day to begin.
The first exam on inorganic chemistry came and went, if you had asked her to pick out the few students she didn’t think were going to pass she could have by just looking at their body language. Hunched and avoiding her eye contact as they walked past her at the end, she was sure she was going to see a couple of them next year for re-sits. As the room emptied she made a beeline for the toilet, she had to be quicker today because of the exams so despite her interest she had to forego the measuring and recording portions. Mental notes would have to do for now, so far there was little to no difference to yesterday to be fair. She had been noticing a drop off in the effectiveness the more she took, maybe she was at the limit to what her body could take. A quick pee to reset her bladder she began walking back to the room, starting to quickly drink the next litre of water. The students began filing in and taking up their seats, she sighed to herself as she sat on one of the unoccupied desks, this was not why she became a teacher. This time it was a biology exam, flicking through the paper she picked out a question on the kidneys function and chuckled to herself, well she was testing that recently.
Once again the test came and went and so did her water rations, by the end of the 2 hours exam she was starting to feel her full bladder demanding some attention. It was now straining against her tight red skirt, but even though she could feel it pressing against her there was no discomfort as the drugs did their job.
As the exam came to an end, another examiner stood up.
“OK guys, if you would all please leave quietly. I know some of you are in the exam right after this because of the scheduling conflict, so if you could keep seated that would be great.”
Just three students remained sitting, picking them out Amanda identified them as Justin, Martin and Angelica. Neither Justin or Angelica were the brightest students in her mind, but she still gave them both a good change to pass without too many issues. Something she couldn’t say about Martin who she was slightly surprised had even turned up after missing so much of the year. If she had too, she would probably rate the others about equal, Justin as slightly higher grades wise than Angelica, but she really shone in the practical coursework. She would make a fine pharmacist one day Amanda thought to herself.
“Hi…Sorry” Martin spoke up. “Can I go to the bathroom please.”
Luke the other examiner walked over too him, “Yeah sure, but im afraid im going to have to accompany you.”Turning towards Amanda “Can you watch these till I get back, ill try not to be too long”
“Sure no problem” Amanda replied, although if she was honest she too would have liked to use the bathroom.
With that the two of them left the room, leaving her with just Justin and Angelica. “Sorry…..can I go too?” Angelica asked.
“Im sorry, you’re going to have to wait till they get back. I cant leave Justin here on his own and Luke cant take you.”
“Ok” she replied meekly. Amanda looked at her, she clearly needed to pee just like her, but Angelica wasn’t anywhere near desperate yet. Her short black hair waving across her face, she brushed it out of the way showing off her bright green eyes.
A few minutes passed and Angelica raised her hand again
“Im’ sorry but I really need to go”
“Like I said before, we will just have to wait until Luke is back, Sorry”
Yet more minutes passed and she began to worry what had happened to them. The mens room was only 30 seconds away and yet they had been gone for over 5 minutes, the test was set to begin at 14:00 and it was currently 13.58
14:00 rolled around with neither Amanda or Angelica getting the relief they needed. “Right guys, im sorry to say we are going to have to start the next exam, I m not sure what’s kept the others but we need to start on time anyway”
“But……” the petite short girl tried to object.
“I’m sorry, but im sure you can hold it. These are your finals and you are now 19 years old, so please just do your best and I’ll see if I can let you out a little bit earlier if you finish your test”
Her student looked worried, biting her rose red lips. She turned over the first page of the test and began writing. Where did the others get too.
Thirty minutes later Luke returned without Martin
“What the hell happened” she whispered to him
“The little sh*t had a cheat sheet for the test in the bathroom. I took him to Mr O’connel, I don’t think we will be seeing him again”
“Oh” was all the shocked Amanda could say, she pressed her thighs together.
A hand raised in the back.
“Please, I really need to visit the toilet” Angelica was now bobbing in her seat. Clearly her desperation had increased tenfold since the break. With more than an hour left Amanda was starting to worry about her, although a building pressure reminded her she was in the same boat. Her hands had started to sweat, was that normal? it hadn't happened before, maybe it was a side effect? or maybe thats just how badly her body needed to relieve itself.
“Im sorry, now the test has started we cant let you leave.” Amanda replied
“But its an emergency” Amanda could see tears forming in the eyes of the young woman as she pleaded.
“Im sure it is, but these are the rules. You will just have to try your best. Now please just get on with your test.” It had come out more stern than she meant it too, but the constant talk of bathrooms was not helping her either.
Angelica whined, tensing her thighs as the need to pee only increased with the knowledge she would have to sit there for the next hour and a half. She was desperate too pee, an all night-er filled with coffee and red bull was wreaking havoc in her bladder now. She crossed her legs and tried to concentrate on the test, something that was easier said than done with a full bladder.
At the front Amanda wasn’t doing much better, the heavy weight in her stomach pressing down with all its might, checking her watch it was 15:10 and having experimented with the drugs enough she knew they would be starting to wear off. Her concoction usually lasted 8 hours at the amount she was taking them, she had started drinking her water before she arrive this morning, 7 and a half hours ago. Amanda sat on a desk at the front, tightly squeezing her legs together before giving up and crossing them for added support. She cursed the formal attire that was required for these tests, her navy slacks were really digging into her bloated bladder. Despite how bad it was now, it was more the future she was worried about. She couldn’t really feel their impact that much at the moment but as the drugs wore off and the water she had continued to drink flowed through her, he would be in trouble shortly.
Angelica's bladder was hurting now, all ability to concentrate on the test had gone, she was in a fight for her dignity. Slowly the minutes passed as she watched the clock tick along. 25 minutes left, her legs were constantly vibrating beneath the small desk alternately bobbing up and down.... 20 minutes left, her left hand was constantly under the desk, pressing against her crotch as she breathed heavily in her seat.... 15 minutes left, Angelica's bloated bladder was now sticking out far enough that it was pressing against the hard wood of the desk. This was the worst day of her young life, how could the school do this to her. How could the teachers do this to her! couldn’t they see how desperate she was, she was almost crying in pain and yet they didn't care. Her legs still vibrating, up and down as quick as possible, a rasping noise filled the room as her fidgeting caused her nylon clad legs to rub against each other. At 12 minutes the first hole in her defence appeared, a short spurt of pee warmed her underwear under her hand. ”Huuuuu” the strange high pitch noise coming out of her involuntarily as her underwear warmed and her thighs clenched as hard as they could in response.
“Please” she begged a tear rolling down her face
Amanda was in the same position as the young black haired girl in front of her, only just suppressing the urge to unload her swollen bladder right there on the floor. As Amanda had been watching it was as if their two bladders were connected, each time Angelica’s desperate antics increased because of her need, Amanda's followed suit. She clenched her teeth as she was forced to stop shaking her thighs together now a student was looking.
“Ok, are you sure you can’t hold on for 10 more minutes? Its almost over?”
“Miss, I cant…..I’m sorry.”
“Ok, well If you leave I cant let you come back in you know that yes?”
“Oh……yes I know that I don’t care anymore”
“Well, you should still care……but if you need to go that badly I suppose we can let you out a few minutes early.” “If that’s ok with you Luke”
“Yes, that’s fine with me.”
Amanda looked at the desperate girl, tears rolling down her flushed face.
“Ok, well if you bring your test up to the front you can leave”
“Oh thank you! The young girl panted out” The exertion taking its toll.
Slowly the woman rose, hands clutching her distended bladder as she started to take short, slow and deliberate steps towards the front. She looked like she was worried that any sudden movement would spell disaster for her and her burstingly full bladder. Her thighs still pressing hard against each other, the display in front of her doing nothing to distract Amanda. After what seemed like forever she made it to the front, handing over her paper to Amanda.
“Thank you, now remember ot grab your things on the way out”
“Miss, im sorry can I get them, im really about to burst right here” Angelica winced as the omission seemed to make her bladder throb deeply within her.
“I’m really sorry, but you wont be allowed back in again like I said, your going to have to take them with you”
“But…miss”
“I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules” Amanda said, which was true but she did feel bad for her young student. But Amanda’s bladder sympathetically panged from inside her, the first shock of pain radiating through her bladder. The drugs were really starting to wear off now and she too was in trouble.
Tears rolling down Angelica's face, clutching her bladder through her summery green dress the young woman turned and started hobbling towards the back. This was the worst she had ever needed to pee her entire life. Each step cased the contents of her brimming bladder to shake inside her, another spurt escaped into her pants. A sob left her as she felt the wetness spread out in her underwear. Slowly but surely she made her way to the back of the room, 100m that felt like a mile for poor Angelica in her current state. Mournful sobs and gasps filled the room as she made her way to her locker, grabbing her coat and bag she was heading to the exit at the back of the room when she heard Amanda shout.
“Im really sorry Angelica, but you haven’t signed the front of your answer book”
A louder sob escaped her closed lips “Please miss, I can’t hold it….Please…..”
“Its ok, I’ll come to you.”
Angelica stood with her legs tightly crossed and hands firmly between her thighs moments from a disaster. Amanda dismounted the desk, her sudden movement shifted the mass of water inside her, causing her to double over and grab a chair for support. Slowly she followed in Angelica's footsteps to the back of the room, with slightly more composure but in just as much discomfort. It came with practice she supposed. Approaching the sobbing girl she noticed a couple of droplets of water underneath her, the green knee length dress showed no signs of any accident but they both knew the end was approaching.
“Here, just quickly write you name here, sign it and put your student number down and your free to go”
“Ok” with shaky hands Angelica grabbed her pen and started to write. She was in so much pain it wasn’t bearable, her bladder felt like it was just moments from exploding inside her. More tears ran down her delicate face as the pain spiked “Owww..” she whimpered.
“Ok, there we go Angelica, your ok to leave"
But the delays had been to much for her, unknown to Amanda and everyone else in the room, she had been leaking steadily for the last 10 seconds,even now she was free she already knew it was too late.
“Im sorry….”
A loud splattering filled the room as a downpour of pee came rushing out of the small petite young woman. It smelled overwhelmingly of coffee and energy drink, her puddle foaming as it spread out from the crying woman. It was pure torture for Amanda who watched her students accident rapidly unfolding in front of her. The deafening noise of pee hitting wood with some force filled the room, she instinctively grabbed herself through her trousers. Pivoting one leg and smashing her thighs together to stop any leaks, she felt her bladder pulse inside her. Amanda's body was now desperate to follow the young woman's example as she stood there still emptying herself. Amanda was shocked by just how much the young girl had been holding, the foaming puddle spreading out in all directions, lapping up against her high heels, flecks of pee bouncing off the hard surface and hitting Amanda on the legs. She could physically see Angelica's swollen bladder deflating in front of her very eyes, how the young woman had contained so much she would never know. Finally after over a minute the young girl finished wetting herself in the now silent test room, the only noises being made by the drops still falling off Angelica's wet clothes and hitting her enormous puddle. Angelica was humiliated, she had wet herself at college, crying into her hands she wished she could just pop out of existence, rewind the day so this would never happen.
Slowly she came back to the room, realising that what she wished for would never happen. “Why….why couldn’t you just let me go earlier” The humiliation was giving way to anger now, “I said I had to go two hours ago and yet you didn’t let me. This is your fault” the young woman hissed at Amanda.
“I’m sorry, I was just following the rules”
“well, you could have made an exception instead of making me wet myself like this” she gestured to the massive puddle and her wet clothes before storming out of the room.
Amanda's bladder pulsed again, pressing her thighs together still in shock at the usually well mannered girl’s outburst. She was still stood in the ever expanding puddle, pee running between the cracks of the floorboards it was good thing they were on the ground floor.
“Ok, sorry about the disturbance Justin, we’ll give you an extra 5 minutes if you need them” chimed Luke, equally shocked by the spectacle that had just unfolded in front of him.
“Um….yeah ok” the student chimed up, he still had a couple of questions and it was safe to say that he had been distracted by everything that had just happened.
It was Amanda's turn to be in agony now, walking back to the front even slower as the contents of her bladder shook. The now wet high heels she was wearing putting an almost unbearable amount of pressure on her bloated bladder. For the first time she looked down at herself and was surprised to see just how much it was sticking out. It was almost as bad as it had been in the show, maybe even worse. A new shock wave went through her bladder, she was starting to doubt if she could make it to the end of the test either. Each second that ticked by felt like gallons of water was being added to her bladder, her body finally metabolising the last of the drugs. That meant she was starting to feel the full effect of all the water in her bladder for the first time that day. She had never held this much without them before, could she really manage? She decided not to try and test that theory.
“Luke, im just going to get a mop for the floor, we should probably clean it up before we leave” it was a ruse, she was going to accidentally fall into the toilets on her way past. Not that she thought Luke would care.
“Ok…oh wait, sorry we cant leave. There’s only Justin left”
“So..” her brain fogged by her need to pee
“Well, we are not supposed to be in a room one on one with a student remember. Not that I think anything would happen but I just don’t want to risk breaking the rules for a mop you know”
“Oh yeah…..good point” Amanda resigned herself to the fact that she too would have to wait until Justin finished. Looking at the clock it was 16.00 the test should be over, she should be rushing to find a toilet right now. Unfortunately, not letting Angelica out in time was coming back to bite her, Amanda's foot was now tapping on the floor until a look from Justin made her realise how loud it was in the otherwise silent room.
“Mmm,” Another spasm rocked her body, they were coming quicker and quicker now. Like contractions but instead of a human she was birthing litres of water. Crossing her legs she rested a hand on her crotch, trying not to look like she was holding herself, while also…holding herself. Amanda’s need to pee increased in leaps and bounds over the next five minutes but somehow she survived, still dry.
“Ok Justin, im afraid that’s all the extra time we can give you, please come and put the paper at the front. Make sure you have signed it and put your student number on the front and well done.” Luke gave him a little pat on the back as they walked to the front. “Ok, Amanda I’ll grab the papers if you want to go look for the mop now?”
“Yes!” she said it way to enthusiastically, getting a raised eyebrow from her colleague. “Sorry…..I’ll go find one right now.” Starting off slowly she left the room heading towards the staff room, but a spasm made her realise she wasn’t going to make it upstairs in time. Out of sight of the room she started running as fast as her heels would allow to the girls room. She could feel her control slipping by the second, she just hoped that if she was quick enough what ever remnants of the drugs in her system would help her hold long enough.
Running into the corridor with the toilet in sight she suddenly thought….I should measure this. Pausing for a moment, she took a left instead of a right, running towards her room. She threw her desk open, grabbing just the measuring jug she headed out. She didn’t need the journal, everything was a 10, need to pee 10, discomfort 10, seconds left probably about 10. Almost sprinting into the toilets she felt the slightest of dribbles leave her, locking the door she fumbled with her clothes pulling everything down in one swoop and just getting the jug in place before her pee burst forwards out of her.
“OH!....Oh…..oh…..” she sighed again, finally letting her body take over, the pee shot out of her with an even greater velocity than before. She had always been a forcefull pee’er but when she was holding this much it only seemed to enhance the situation. Minutes passed as still she pissed into the jug which was becoming heavy in her hands. At risk of wetting herself, she had to use both hands to hold the liquid filled jug.
Finally it ended and Amanda could see that she had almost filled the jug. 4.2 litres! “Wow” she couldn’t suppress her surprise. That was a lot of pee! How had she held all that, maybe the drugs hadn’t worn off? Could it be that they were still working and it was the sheer volume that she had been holding that caused such discomfort? How was her body even possible of holding this much, it was more than double her previous record. Although that had been from just two hours and half the amount of liquid. Slumping on the toilet in relief, she failed to notice a shadowy figure pass the entrance of the toilets.
5 minutes earlier…
Angelica was just coming out of the toilets when she heard Amanda’s heel clacking quickly across the floor. She saw her teacher run past, clearly exhibiting the same signs that she had before wetting herself in the hall. Yet, Amanda paused before coming towards her and darted off in a different direction, where was she going?
Following behind Amanda she followed her back to her teaching room, why was she going there? After a few moments Amanda re emerged from the room and darted towards the toilets she had just ran past. Ducking into an alcove as to not be seen, she stepped into Amanda's room.
“What were you up too” she muttered to herself.
Looking around the room nothing looked out of place, except her desk seemed to be open. Opening the unlocked door fully she was surprised to see a selection of empty litre bottles, some strange powders and a notebook. Taking a mental image of how it looked so she could replace everything perfectly afterwards, she grabbed the notebook. Opening it she was surprised at what she saw, copious notes on Amanda’s bladder functions, names of drugs she wasn’t even sure what they were. But after reading through weeks worth of pages she was starting to understand, Amanda was going to cheat on the show! Angelica had got her, she should totally hand her in and get her disqualified….then she had an even better idea to get her own-back.
1 day to go
After her near miss last week, Amanda was being careful with her dosages. A new development was a 2 part administering. She took 360g of her drug cocktail, followed an hour later by another 240g. That would ensure a more gentle slope of it leaving her system and giving her time to adapt to it herself. Today was the last day of college before Easter break, most of her classes today would be easy with the exams over and most coursework in, she looked forward to the casual lessons.
Arriving earlier than normal to prepare her dosages she was surprised to see she wasn’t the first one in. Why anyone else would be in this early was beyond her, don’t people know it’s the end of term. Walking through the silent corridors she noticed that despite the cars outside, the building still seemed empty. Setting her nerves about getting caught to ease she walked into the lab.
Carefully taking out the remaining tablets she began crushing them in a pestle and mortar, upturning them into a small pile on the table. Suddenly Amanda heard the faint thud of the doors outside the lab open and closing, “Sh*T” if someone found her like this she could be in real trouble. Quickly she grabbed a nearby box and covered her work, trying to look nonchalant…..but.... no one came through, she must be imagining things. Giving it another 2 minutes she uncovered her work and quickly set about measuring out the right dosages.
Dzzz dzz, Amanda's phone buzzed in her pocket startling her. “Hello?”
“Hi Amanda, sorry its Dawn at reception I think your car alarm is going off”
“Oh ok, sorry I’ll be right out”
She didn’t want to leave the powders out in the open, but then again it’s a science lab, this sort of thing wasn’t that weird for this room. As long as no one looked too closely she was sure it would be fine. Rushing out of the room and towards her car she could hear the faint alarm in the distance. Turning off the alarm with her key she went to check if her car was ok, a large branch had seemingly fallen off the tree nearby and landed on it. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any damage. Moving the branch off her car and giving it another once over she walked back to the lab.
Meanwhile…
Angelica’s plan had worked perfectly. She had spent that last week watching Amanda and planning for this moment, she was about to get revenge. Waiting for Amanda to leave the room after setting her car alarm off she crept into the lab. The timing couldn’t have been better, there on the desk was the incriminating evidence. Slowly she took out a small bag of powder and placed it on the side. Next she took a spoonful of the mixed powder that Amanda had prepared and quickly threw it down the drain, washing away any remnants. Finally she took the bag of similarly coloured white powder and carefully mixed it with the mound in front of her.
“This will teach her, What goes around comes around”
Amanda quickly returned to the Lab and thankfully found everything just had she had left it. Splitting the powder into the two doses for tomorrow she carefully poured them into two small bottles of water. Rather than her usual litre bottles, she opted for 2 330ml bottles to minimise her intake before the show started. She was about to mix another dose when she thought better of it, maybe she should giver her bladder a rest for a day. Screwing the lids back on the bottles she placed them in her bag and tidied her stuff away.
The day went about as expected, most students weren’t that interested in doing anything academic today and she wasn’t about to make them. The only strange thing was that in her last session of the day. Angelica, the student who had wet herself last week was staring at her. Watching intently as she sipped her water, it was kind of creeping her out. But the session ended and a strangely disappointed looking Angelica left her class. She spent the evening brushing up on her trivia, something she should probably have done more of but she wasn’t worried with the ace up he sleeve.
She woke early the next morning to prepare, the filming started at 11 but the women were told to arrive by 10 for sound checks as well as hair and makeup. Taking her morning pee she fished the two bottles of water out of her bag. “Bottoms up and heres to winning” she said to herself. The first bottle disappears quickly and an hour later the second bottle laid empty as well. Taking another precautionary pee before leaving she selected a pair of tight light blue leggings and a long black top, When she arrived at the studio she was surprised to find that she was the first one there, walking around for a little while her nerves were starting to get the better of her. What if they did a drug test this time? They didn’t last time but what if they did? Was what she had done illegal?
Thankfully for her sanity Olivia arrived soon after and the pair went for a small coffee to pass the time and wait for the others. She wasn’t sure that it was a good idea but Olivia somehow convinced her to join in. Feeling a little tired it didn’t take much to convince her.
A little while later the others arrive and now they just had to wait for the contest to start.
Hi guys, slightly different way of training in this chapter but I hope you liked it just the same.
Also I’m sure I don’t need to say this but just as a disclaimer, while the drugs in this part might be based off real ones their affects are completely fictional!
Next contestant up is Claudia. |
Chapter 11: April showers (Claudia)
Claudia had left the competition feeling fairly good about herself, third place was good enough for her. She had been beaten by two very strong bladder’d and strong willed women, watching from the side-lines as they went head to head with their bladders, taking them well beyond any normal limits. The extent their bladders had bulged out of their bodies had shocked her, she had never seen anything like it but it showed the true extent that these women were going to in order to win.
When the scandal broke it suddenly made sense to her, there was no way anyone could have gotten that full without an overdose on whatever “safe” chemicals they were giving them. Thinking about it, did that mean that she had a chance of winning the rematch? If they had only gotten that far with the extra chemicals then was she the true winner. She had been so shocked when both Alex and Olivia had taken the extra litre before she wet herself on the stage, neither cracking under the immense pressure. Was she cheated from winning the game at the last moment by some stupid mistake by the show? Claudia was still impressed by the sheer willpower of the two women and knew neither could be considered at fault, but it did mean their win might have been illegitimate. A fact that made Claudia more confident than ever in her chances of winning the rematch, although with 6 weeks she was sure that the other contestants would be training for this.
6 weeks to go until the rematch
Her job as a weather girl at her local TV station would simultaneously make things harder, but also easier in some ways. She only worked 6am till 10am but that was 4 hours where she knew she wouldn’t be able to visit the toilet, so she wouldn't be able to risk training in the mornings. But at the same time it also gave her the rest of the day to do whatever she wanted.
Returning back to work had been weird though, it seemed like everyone at the station had seen the episode she was in. They had banners congratulating her for coming third, the occasional joke about her never needing to pee at work again seemed a little close to sexual misconduct for her liking. Although It seemed like they had taken the whole thing well, but it was still strange to have so many friends or work colleagues talking about her bodily functions. She kind of just wanted them to forget about it all, but that was unlikely to happen with the rematch on the cards.
Today was Friday and that meant she had two full days of free time, plus the rest of today to do what she wanted.
“That’s all from me here at the studio, but to stay up to date on all things weather over the weekend head over to our website or use the app.”
“Thanks Claudia, our final story of the day, why did the chicken cross the road. Well it turns out to visit his friend the Donkey. A heart warming now viral video has………
Claudia stepped off the screen as the light went off on her camera.
“That was a great take, perfect as always”
“Thanks George” he was the main reason that working here was so tolerable, well all the staff in her immediate department were. They were all so lovely, she might make more money at a larger news channel but they always look so much more stressed and unhappy. For her, this was the perfect job.
“Got any plans for the weekend?” she asked
“Yeah its my Sisters in law’s birthday so I think we are going out into the country for a family get away”
“Oh that sounds nice, are they the ones you get on well with?”
“Ah…no” he chuckled. “These are the posh side of the family. Flat caps and shotguns sort”
Handing over her lapel microphone to the sound guy mike chimed up.
“Posh twats you mean”
“Mike!” Claudia exclaimed
“No….he’s right. If they weren’t married to my sister I would not spent any time with them if I could. Not my sort of crowd.”
“Well, hopefully you will still find some way of having fun George”
“Yeah, there’s a wine tasting and plus I quite enjoy accidentally sneezing really loudly while we are out hunting”
“Hahaha…Ooops” Claudia had laughed quite loudly, hopefully not loudly enough to be picked up in the background noise on the microphones aimed at the presenters.
“Anyway im going to head out guys, enjoy your weekends”
“Thanks Claudia, you too” they both replied.
Walking out of the broadcast building she checked her phone, almost 11am. Despite having worked this job for more than 3 years, it was still kind of odd to be done with work by this time. Sure she had to get up at 4.30 every day to do it, a fact that killed almost all of her social life, but it wasn’t a bad deal.
A few hours of shopping and errands later, she arrived home having picked up the supplies she needed for her weekend plans. Not quite wine tasting and hunting but this was the first weekend since the show and she was ready to start improving her bladder. It had been easy going the rest of the week, she would drink a couple of glasses of water before the show, enough to make her feel a need to pee but not get desperate. She was fairly sure she could hold the amount still in her bladder almost indefinitely, Thinking about it she could feel a light pressure in her bladder from this mornings, a reminder she should probably pee before starting this. Walking over to her bathroom she sat down sighing, part of her wondering if this was a good idea or not.
After emptying herself out, Claudia walked over to her shopping picking up one of the bags and grabbed the special lock out of it. It had take a while to find one that would fit her bathroom door but she had managed to get one ordered. Taking out of the packet she began reading the instructions, it seemed fairly simple. It was a timed lock with a keypad that let you enter in the amount of time you wanted to wait before it unlocked. Examples on the box included lock boxes for phones, cabinets with the tv remotes in but no bladder training examples for some strange reason.
Screwing it onto the door frame she checked her phone again, it was almost 2pm. Her plan was to start out easy, setting the dial for 5pm she clicked it shut.
“Well that is that” she said out loud as her bladders fate was sealed for the next 3 hours, it would just have to hold anything and everything she put into it. She lived in quite a quiet neighbourhood, so there were no shops, hotels or anything she could run too if it got too much either, but in this case that was a bonus. Picking up the rest of her shopping she took out the 48 bottles of Coke, strangely it wasn't the first time she had brought home such a big case. Claudia had always had a sweet tooth and despite her amazing figure was addicted to the sweet tastes of soda drinks. Unscrewing the top off the first 330ml bottle, she started to chug it down. Her plan was to repeat this every 30 minutes until the time was up, a total of 1,980ml which was about the same as she held in the show before the round that finished her off. Changing into a pair of jogging bottoms Claudia threw herself onto the couch, with alarms set for each half an hour and the bottles in front of her all she had to do was wait.
Two and a half hours later Claudia was done waiting, her legs double crossed and thrashing about, up and down they moved repeatedly as she fought the waves of desperation from the coke that wanted its way out of her. It had started slowly but had now built to unbearable levels, her face sweating as she sat on her couch trying to use the next episode of the bake off to keep her mind off her bladder. As usual, despite her dire need to pee, looking at her toned stomach revealed little evidence of the battle that was going on inside of her. Checking her phone again…..4.32, “dam it” she cursed out loud, only two minutes had passed since she last checked. The raging waters within her making every second feel like an eternity to her. The coffee table caught her eye, two unopened bottles still stood there, fizzing gently in their bottle the bubbles building up pressure within them. Unlike her bladder the plastic was more than strong enough to deal with it, but she was already 2 minutes late on starting the bottle she should have had at 4.30. One hand jammed into her crotch and the other holding her stomach, she wasn’t sure she could handle another drink. Slowly she reached forwards and grabbed the bottle, it wont even reach my bladder by 5 so really it shouldn’t make much difference she told herself. While that was true, as soon as she put the open bottle to her lips her bladder pulsed strongly within her as if it didn’t have the same faith in that fact.
A third of the bottle was gone, but her bladder was now spasming with every swallow. “This is crazy” she said to herself screwing the lid back on and placing it down. She was testing her bladder not trying to make it explode, Looking at her phone again 4.40 “Fu*k” she exclaimed loudly, sitting back on the couch. Her second hand joined the first between her legs as she waited for time to pass. Ok, so 20 minutes..that like 2 10 minutes….or 4 five minutes, she could last 4 five minutes couldn't she? It was the sort of flawed logic that had gotten her through boring lessons at school, but this time it was her own body she was fighting. Trying to stay dry rather than not fall asleep in class. Another pulse from her bladder caused her to double over on the sofa, her legs now still for the first time in almost 30 minutes. There she stayed, the bent posture and hands forced into her crotch seemingly helping to subside the never ending pulses for some reason.
Just 3 five minutes to go, that wasn’t much time at all! From her bent posture she was almost worried that moving would undo all her hard work, maybe she would have to stay like this until the timer was up and then rush in. At 2 five minutes to go she felt another more substantial spasm tore through her body. “Oh…Fu*k” she whispered into her knees. “Ok that’s it, that things got to have an emergency release button.” Standing slowly, putting one hand on the arm rest and pulling herself up she walked hunched to the bathroom door. The metal timed lock displaying a big number 7, that’s all she had to wait.
Another pulse drew an anguished grunt from Claudia who stood with her legs pressed tightly together. Desperately she searched the device for a little button, anything marked release but to her dismay there wasn’t one. Maybe it was a key combination, or does she just need to hold the ok button for 10 seconds, there had to be something! She was seconds from her pee pouring out onto her carpeted floor and making a hell of a mess that she wasn’t prepared to deal with. Putting her hand up to the keypad to try messing with it a voice in the back of her head told her not too, what if she made it worse. She wasn’t sure how much worse it could get, but what if she locked the door forever, she would never be able to pee at home again!
Another pulse, this time it was too much for her tired muscles and a small dribble escaped. Claudia’s legs crossed tightly at lightning speed, crushing her other hand between them painfully. 3 minutes was now displayed on the lock, but she couldn’t hold on that long, the end was near and she knew it. Another spurt of pee escaped her grasp leaving a wet feeling on her hand, she was wetting herself and needed to do something now. Looking up she spotted her Kitchen, at least that was tiled floor. One hand still crushed between her thighs she waddled her way over to the cold tiled kitchen. A third spurt escaped into her clothing, the final moments of control She grunted in effort of stopping the pee that was starting to escape her over burdened bladder, but her muscles just didn’t have the strength too. A river of pee started to flow out of her “Sh*t”. Without quite realising what she was doing she grabbed a container off the draining board and dropped into a squat over it, peeing forcefully through her black sweatpants. She sighed in relief as her bladder finally relaxed, “Oh….what…..of course…” only now realising that she was peeing into a cooking pot, “of course this is how I spend my weekends”, cursing herself for not using the bin or something else. Still she peed, the sound of pouring water filling a saucepan filled the house as her bladder emptied. Claudia's pee tapered off after 40 seconds and she lifted the pot up, it had to have been almost half full. A loud beeping noise followed by a clunk told her that the lock had finally opened, just 2 minutes too late for her sweatpants. Thankfully the black colour hid her shame, but she had some work to do if she wanted to make it 3 hours next time.
1 week to go
Claudia sighed, putting the now empty bottle of coke on the counter in front of her. It had been an hour since she had started today's test, but her weeks of training meant that she barely felt anything at the moment. Despite being 3 bottles down she was feeling fine and about to head out for a run in the mountains. While she enjoyed her job, it was still quite stressful and keeping active helped her unwind. She had tried signing up for the local gym but people soon recognised her, taking photos of her and sharing them online for the trolls to comment on. She had then bought a treadmill after a few weeks of people ogling her athletic body online, but there was only so much you could run on the spot before you go crazy from not actually going anywhere. Grabbing her keys and a couple of bottles of water she walked towards her car. Feeling the slightest of rain drops on her face she contemplated going back to grab her coat, but she really didn’t want to have to run with it on. Her curvy athletic figure did nothing to stop the chaffing.
Driving out of the city edge she continued to sip her water, making sure she was hydrated for the run. More times than she would like to admit she would get halfway up and cramp would set in, a clear sign she should drink more before attempting it. 10 minutes later Claudia arrived at the mountain park, looking up as she got out of her car she could still see the grey clouds above, but it hadn’t started raining yet luckily. Doing some pre-run stretches, she was now aware of the faintest need to pee coming from her bladder. Putting it out of her mind, she pulled her shoe laces tight and set off at a steady pace.
From experience this trial typically took her just over an hour and a half to complete, its why she had picked it for today. By her estimates that meant it would be about 3 hours since she started drinking when she made it home. By now she was up to almost 4 hours of holding, feeling far stronger and confident in her bladder muscles since her training had begun. Despite this she didn't want to push it too much, she could last 3 hours easily but she guessed that by the time she got home she would be desperate but in control enough to make it to the safety of her own home before exhibiting too many signs in a public place.
Charging up the hill, she could feel the stress of the city ebb away. The cold air rushing into her face as she controlled her breathing expertly, each stride purposeful and powerfully propelling her way up. Her eyes constantly scanned the uneven surface, planning her footfalls subconsciously while avoiding each stone and hazard as she ran towards them. Claudia felt one with nature, like a running machine that was making its way through the ragged terrain. This is what she was missing so much on her treadmill, the smells, the sounds, the adrenaline.
Soon she had reached the halfway mark, a small green picnic shelter that was a good marker for her. It marked a stopping point where she could take a breather and give her muscles a little downtime before the decent. Her legs burned as she walked on the spot, uphill running required so much more than the street running she did most days. Taking a couple of small pouches of out her pocket she tore the ends off and drank the blueish liquid within them. Hydration pods were so much easier to carry than a water bottle, Placing a hand on her bladder she could defiantly feel it becoming fuller as each step in the last 5 minutes had caused it to slosh around. It wasn’t anything painful at the moment, but when you are so in tune with your body while running you start to feel everything. It was close to two hours since she had started drinking, about halftime she thought to herself. Although, whether it was the extra water she had drunk this morning in anticipation of sweating it out, or the exertion, Claudia defiantly felt more uncomfortable that she did usually by this point. Performing a couple more stretches to re warm her muscles, she decided to set off. Just in case the voice in her mind and bladder was right.
Going downhill was much easier for her legs, although the concentration required was much more. Her speed was quicker and her footfall was usually heavier, so any wrong step and she would ….”Shhhhhi!”. Claudia had felt the rock move beneath her foot just as she applied all her wait to it. Stumbling she fell face first into a thicket of gorse, thankfully putting her hand up to protect her face. Bouncing off the large bush she landed with a thud back on the path, it had slowed the impact but it hurt all the same. Still dazed, she checked herself for cuts and bruises, a few minor abrasions on her hand seemed to be all the damage. But as she stood, her ankle throbbed painfully. “Please don’t be broken” she said to herself. Testing its range of movement and looking at its bruising was painful, but showed her it thankfully wasn’t broken. Just a sprain, although putting any weight on it was still painful. A rumble of thunder filled the skies overhead as she felt the air pressure shift. “Just great!” she shouted out loud, frustrated with herself and the weather. It would be a long walk back.
30 minutes later and things were going from bad to worse, Claudia's ankle was no longer the only thing throbbing as her rapidly filling bladder joined in the bodily protests assaulting her. She was starting to get use to the pain In her ankle now and had returned to an almost normal stride, but it was still to bad to run. The extra time it would take her to walk back down the hill was starting to be a problem as her bladder swelled. Part of Claudia was thinking she should just pop a squat where she was, but she had sadly left all cover 10 minutes behind her. Now she was slowly walking through an open field, the silhouettes of other runners, hikers and a couple of nearby dog walkers meant that squatting just wasn’t an option. However, they were still far enough away that she could openly hold herself through her leggings. A couple of months ago, this level of feeling would have seen her running for the bathroom thinking she was about to wet herself. But her training and the contest had shown her new stages of desperation and just how far her body could still go. With that said, she knew she was nearing her limit.
Claudia was trudging now, the pain her ankle now out-competed by that of her overfilled bladder, each step sloshing its contents and threatening to spill them all over herself. Even the extra support of her hands did nothing to help with the desperation she was feeling. Misplacing her footing again she managed to catch herself before she fell, but the shock forced her defences to weaken and she felt herself pee just the tiniest bit. She hunched over trying to contain the flood within her, why hadn’t she just stuck with the gym, they at least have toilets. Her bladder pulsed again, desperate to empty itself right now. Clenching her muscles as tightly as possible, Claudia couldn’t move, she was stuck where she stood. If she moved, she knew it would spell the end for her bloated bladder. But what else could she do, stay here forever? Taking a deep breath she forced her legs to move, squeezing her thighs as tightly as possible together. One step, two steps, three steps and then another dribble of wetness escaped her grasp. She was asking just too much of her exhausted bladder and body. The wetness on her hands told her she had let more out than she wanted to admit, and was seriously about to loose it all right here in her pants if she didn’t do something. No one could see her right, she could do it right here?
The sounds of rapid footsteps behind her answered the question for her, no she couldn’t. A few seconds later a runner came down the trail, stopping next to her.
“Hey are you ok?”, Dam it, why did it have to be a cute guy! Why not a middle aged woman or better yet no one.
“Yeah im good, just got a bit of cramp in my leg”. It most defiantly was her leg she was holding onto though, he didn’t seem to buy it.
“Ok, well …stay hydrated, it helps” he shouted as he jogged away.
“Not with my current problem” Claudia muttered quietly to herself.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her, the meticulous plan had gone so far out the window it wasn’t even funny anymore. She was in serious danger of pissing herself right here, right now.
A taunting crash of thunder rolled through the clouds above her as she felt the first few drops of water land on her face. The sensation did nothing to lessen her desperate need to pee which was not helped when a few moments later a deluge of water poured from the sky. She was suddenly drenched, standing with her legs tightly pressed together as the heavens opened. It took mere moments for her to be wet from head to toe, the thin fabric sticking to her body even tighter than before.
“Oh…….”she hissed between her teeth, “well that’s just great”. Her body had rebelled, the sight and sound of the rain all around her too much for her strained bladder to take as it began forcefully emptying itself where she stood. The warmth spreading down her leggings as they became saturated in her own waters. Besides the sound of the gentle patter of rain hitting the ground, a single thundering stream hissed loudly through her pants and onto the ground. The sheer weight of the stream making it easily discernible above the background noise of the rain. Claudia sighed in relief, the pain and discomfort subsiding as her bladder emptied itself involuntarily onto the ground. The only blessing she had, no one would notice her wet clothes as she walked back covered in her own pee.
1 day to go
The anticipation of the rematch was really starting to get to Claudia, which was weird because she didn’t get this nervous the first time around. Maybe it was because she thought she stood a real chance of winning this time around, with Olivia and Alex getting the majority of the drugs that meant she was technically the rightful winner? Checking her alarm clock on the bedside table it was 4.10am. She had work this morning so she would have to get up shortly anyway. Grumbling to herself she pushed her bed covers off and stood up, stretching out the muscles in her back as she slowly walked to the bathroom. Sitting she let the nights worth of pee out of her body and turned the shower on. The warm water against her face waking her up slightly as she started her morning routine.
15 minutes later she stepped out of the shower and got dressed, a tight red mini-skirt and smart black top were today's outfit, paired with some smart stockings and matching red underwear. She hated how much of her job relied on her good looks, she was a graduate meteorologist with a masters degree, not just some window or in this case screen dressing. But that appeared to be all the industry cared about.
Her Phone buzzed on the bedside table, alerting her to the fact she should only now be getting up. Pouring herself a strong coffee she heard it ping loudly from the bedroom. It was an email from George
“Hey Claudia, not sure why but Sam is asking to see you this morning before you go on.”
Great…she thought to herself. Sam was the station manager and going to see him was never a good thing. He was the cliché of a scummy business man, pinching every penny to make as much money as he could. Although she had to admit, since he had started a little of a year ago he had really brought the station up in the national rankings.
Sipping her coffee she went through the morning’s atmospheric data on her laptop while the early morning news played in the background. They would go through this when she got to the station, but she liked to know about them before turning up. Plus, to her it was always the best part of the day where she actually got to use her training instead of just being a parrot repeating the same thing every 30 minutes.
The drive in was always quiet, no one was on the roads this early and it made city driving so much easier. In a couple of hours these streets would be jammed pack full of 9 till 5 commuters. Signing in at the front desk she grabbed the morning report from her team and had a quick overview of it. Everything was just as she had noticed herself, at least her team were on the ball too.
Putting the report on her desk she figured she had put off her meeting with Sam long enough. Finding her way to his office she knocked the door, crossing her fingers he didn’t answer
“Come in”
Dam it
“Oh Hi Claudia, please take a seat”
That wasn’t a good sign, she was hoping this was going to be quick.
“Thank you Sam, George said you were looking for me?”
“Yes I am, so you know that we are looking for new ways to generate viewership for the channel.”
“Yes…..How can I help”
“Well, we’ve been looking at the numbers and we think like the other morning shows, a little contest could help increase audience retention”
“Ah ok, so sort of like phone in to answer a question to win a holiday style thing?”
“Well….Not exactly” inside Claudia rolled her eyes. What was this going to be, a pillow fight contest, bikini car wash, or some other deprived male fantasy?
“So….its not just our numbers we have been looking at. We think that ITV is making some big strides in this field”
It was true, their good morning show had been hitting record highs.
“So we are stealing an idea from them, and we think you would be best suited to do it…..in fact you have already done it”
Wait what, was he saying what she thought he was saying.
“It’s a simple contest and one that im sure you can win, each Friday we will challenge a random audience member to compete against you to…..well….hold their bladder”
“Im sorry, what?”
“I mean come on, you have done it once, why is this any different. You will get paid for it if you win, we don’t know exactly how much we will have to look at the numbers when they come back after the first contest”
“Hold on. You want me to hold my pee once a week on live TV against a member of our audience? And if they win they get what?”
“Well to fit the theme, they get a lorry load of Chuck’s lemonade. You know the local company down the road? We have worked out a deal with them as a sort of cross promotion. Look we even have hats” He pulled a bright yellow hat out from his desk, a crude picture of a person was on it with the weather symbol for heavy rain where the bladder would be. “Isn’t it great, marketing team did a great job on it”
“Uh…yeah its great. So just to confirm that I understand this, all I have to do is not pee on air, once a week?”
“Yeah, well there are a few added challenges." Here it was again, the yes... but no of a businessman.
"So you and the randomly selected person will be drinking a can Chuck’s lemonade once every half an hour. We will have a little cam on you and your opponent at all times, but only put it on screen when you drink and to ask how you are doing. So you wont have to do much more work than you do now, and if the viewership goes up a lot you could make a lot of extra money from this.”
“How much more?” this could make up for not being on a mainstream channel.
“Well, we would have to look at the numbers, but possibly 10% more a month”
“If you make it 20 I am in, after all its my body that does the work every week”
“that might be a little high, how about 15%?”
“18” she was pushing her luck here, but the fact that he had budged at all meant he knew she was right.
“17.5% and that’s as high as I would be able to go, plus only in weeks you win”
“Deal” her bladder was well trained and could easily beat the average persons.
“So when is the first one?”
“Well, that’s why I called you in early, its today. There is a lady coming in, she won a contest of a facebook group or something”
“What…its today?, but I haven’t had any time to prepare”
“Yes, im sorry it developed quite quickly and original plans had two audience members competing against each other, but that would have meant that someone won every week”
“Why is that bad, I thought we were sponsored by the lemonade company?”
“Well….we are but it’s a limited offer. They can’t give away a truck load every week. So they have given us one for free, but if you don’t win more than that one time we will be on the line to pay for it. So I know I don’t need to say it but, we need you to win! We can’t be paying out every week for these prizes. We just don’t have the funds. So if you lose too much, certain cutbacks would have to be made”
Claudia didn’t like the sound of that .“Wait, am I going to get fired if I don’t win?”
“No ,No ,No, your fine but……if we start paying out a lot in prizes, then there might be a few cutbacks here and there. So while your fine, your our star after all, some others might not be so lucky.”
“Ok….I’ll do my best”
“Thank you, now you should probably get ready, it starts in about 40 minutes.”
Closing the door behind her, Claudia’s head was in a slight daze as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Her bladder was now responsible for the jobs of people at the station, how had that happened? Was she really that greedy to get the extra money that she was willing to risk peoples jobs? No, it was him, he had set this whole thing up without her knowing and now she was feeling bad about it, while he didn’t seem to care about it at all. No, she was going to take him for every penny, her bladder could do this and no one would lose their job because of it.
“So the time is 6.30am and its our first look at the weather, and I understand that we have a special competition and guest with us this morning Claudia.”
The light in front of Claudia turned red, telling her she was now live.
“Hi, thanks James. Yes we do. Here with me I have the lovely Barbara and she is part of the new contest we are running here as sponsored by Chuck’s Lemonade. Why don’t you say hi to the folks at home?”
The camera panned slightly to the left, revealing a beautiful blonde woman. She was much taller than Claudia, at least 6’2” but equally as athletic. The tight black leggings she was wearing clearly showing her impressive leg muscles, although her torso seemed much more lean and slim. A grey crop top of some band Claudia didn’t recognise was just about covered her ample breasts, something she was worried would have caused some concern to the crew. If she had shown up wearing that they would have demand she changed, they wanted alluring not a sexual exposure scandal. Despite this, the tall blonde had been allowed to wear her almost revealing attire, although Claudia was pleased to at least see the straps of a bra that would limit any exposure. Although if they were after more attention, this seemed like the way to get it.
“Hi guys” Barbara called to the camera.
“So what challenge have you guys got set up for you throughout our show today” the off screen host asked.
“Well James, in light of our sponsor me and Barbara here will be competing in a battle of the bladders”
An art graphic showing a pair of anthropomorphise'd bladders appeared on the screen. One with blonde hair and the other short black hair, clearly they were supposed to be the two competitors. At the moment they both sported happy faces, swigging large drinks.
“Throughout the show we will continue to drink the refreshing tastes of Chuck’s Lemonade until one of us can’t handle it anymore and goes to “refresh” ourselves”
“So, what are the rules?” James asked
“Well, each half an hour we will drink one of these cans” the camera panned again to reveal two pyramids of lemonade cans. “But what are we playing for, well if Barbara can out compete me today, she will win a truck load of this stuff, literally” A video of a large 14 wheeler lorry pops up on the screen being loaded with case after case of the lemonade.
“So, I guess there is no time like the present. Barbara, if you would like to grab a can?” The two ladies picking up the first can from the pile of many. “Cheers” Claudia said smiling at the camera, this was weird to her. She was much more used to being a reporter of facts, not a sales person or performer. The two can’s clanked together and then the two athletic women started to rapidly chug them. It look less than 20 seconds for both to be completely empty, the ladies upturning them for the camera to show they were empty. The smallest of droplets falling out of the cans, indicating they weren’t cheating the audience.
“Well, that was refreshing. I do like a nice lemonade. How are you feeling Barbara, confident you can take me on?”
“I’m feeling good thanks, im not sure I can beat you after seeing you on the weakest link but I’ll give it a good go Claudia. I know my bladder and its pretty big, so ive got my fingers crossed. I really love Lemonade, so that is the ideal prize.”
Confident words from Barbara, now then lets get back to the weather report.”
“It looks like the low pressure system that’s been here in the north will be giving way to a much higher pressure system later today. That will bring some more rain with it as the clouds move around in a south westerly direction. So we are looking at a cloudy start to the day, with a threat of rain showers later on. Average temperature of about 16 degrees Celsius.”
“Thanks Claudia, so if you are heading out don’t forget your umbrella’s”
The light in front of Claudia turned off, she could relax.
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“Good morning, its now 27 minutes past 8 and time to catch up on the weather and see how our contestants are doing at the two hour mark."
The camera in front of the ladies turned on again, accompanied by the animated bladders that appeared now looking slightly worried. Claudia herself was stood with her legs crossed, the need to pee was defiantly a strong one, but nothing she couldn’t deal with. Thankfully the last 6 weeks of training had strengthened and prepared her for this.
“Thanks James, how are you doing Barbara, were about half way through at the moment, think you can go the distance?."
“Im doing ok thanks" the buxom blonde replied
she was sitting on her heel, trying not to fidget too much, but the tell tales signs of a woman desperate to pee were starting to appear. Her face was a little flushed and she seemed to be moving her weight constantly, trying to use her heel to apply pressure to her crotch and help her hold it.
“Its not bad yet but if I were at home I would defiantly be rushing to the loo about now. But I think I can hold and give you a run for your money Claudia.”
“ I'm with you on that and looking forward to the competition” That was a blatant lie, she just wanted this to be over, as soon as possible.
“Unfortunately, its another half hour mark and another can of Chuck’s lemonade for us.” She handed another one to her competitor, cracking her own and chugging it down. She was relieved to see Barbara was taking her time with hers, hopefully a sign of how much she needed to pee. This was their 5th can of the stuff though, so maybe it was just too much of one type of drink.
A voice in her earpiece came on “Hi Claudia its George, I’ve been asked to tell you not to say unfortunately about drinking the lemonade, it might not look good for our brand deal”. Looking directly down the lens for a couple of seconds was her way of telling them she understood. As much as it would pain her to keep this up, she had to remember to be professional at all times. Walking back over to the green screen weather board she could feel the weight of the lemonade sitting in her stomach, a lot of it was yet to be processed and there would be no let-up in drinking either.
“Its 8.32am and this is your weather report. The high pressure system we have been seeing move across the county this morning is still moving South bring in……”
Over the next hour the desperation really increased for the two women, having drunk 7 cans of lemonade each and held it just over 3 hours. The viewers could easily see the bulges of their bladders growing with each passing weather report. With a little over 30 minutes to finish both Claudia and Barbara were starting to worry about wetting themselves live on television, not that it would be a first for one of them.
Claudia was now sitting with her legs tightly crossed and doing her upmost to seem professional. Even though she wasn’t on screen that much she still didn’t want to squirm too much in her workplace. But the pressure between her legs was starting to mean that wasn’t an option. She was getting desperate and could feel her muscles starting to tremble as she continued to clench them shut. Her tight red miniskirt was digging into her bladder, but thankfully since she wasn’t one to bloat much the damage was limited.
On the other hand Barbara was massively bloated, her stomach and bladder sticking out of her abdomen like she was heavily pregnant. It was shocking Claudia how bloated her opponent was, what had she drunk before this or was she having some sort of reaction to the lemonade? Her tight black leggings cutting a red line across her abdomen as they compressed her bladder. The material below stretched to the point it was almost see through, with Barbara's pink panties easily seen through the fabric in some places. She was now sat with her legs tightly crossed and both hands pressing between her muscled thighs. Constantly shifting in her seat and rubbing her distended stomach, Barbara was groaning under the pressure of it all. Her face was going red from the effort with sweat gathering on her brow as she fought to contain herself, dark grey patches near her armpits easily viable on her top as she sweated through it. Claudia was somewhat happy to see the state she was in, as it looked like victory was within her grasp. But still, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for what the young woman was going through having been there herself just 6 weeks before.
“Are you ok Barbara, you know if its painful you can stop at any moment”
“No…...” she puffed out of her mouth, clearly determined to win “I can hold it”
“its mainly my stomach, its starting to cramp”
“Are you ok? I don’t mean to pry or anything but you look pregnant. If you having some sort of reaction we should really get you checked out”
“No its not that, I was a bit stupid this morning at the gym”
What did that mean?
“Im..sorry?” a confused Claudia asked.
“I had a big coffee and a lot to drink which probably isn’t helping even though I peed right before, and then before coming on I had a big breakfast. Trying to give myself some energy as im not used to waking up this early” she stopped for a moment, breathing heavily.
“Was it something you ate, if you are feeling unwell we can stop and maybe we can give you another go sometime?”
“No its not something I ate…..well, I suppose it is. I had some fruit, which included a couple of banana’s right before starting this. I totally forgot that they react to lemonade for some reason don’t they, there was that stupid internet challenge a few years ago wasn’t there”
Oh, it all made sense to Claudia now, the bloating and discomfort. Her stomach was bloating massively because of the sheer amount of liquid in it as well as the combination of Banana and soda. She could only imagine the turmoil going on inside Barbara’s body as she it kept expanding outwards.
“I’m sorry”
“No, its not your fault, its my own stupidity that got me into this mess. I’ll deal with it, your not off the hook yet” The sweating woman managing a meek smile.
“2 minutes” a voice in her ear told her.
Ok it’s the last can, the last drink and then 30 minutes she told herself. She could do this, pumping herself up she controlled her breathing and tried to put the desperate need to pee to the back of her mind. Claudia had a job to do and she was going to do it as well as she always did. Another twinge from her bladder muscles challenged that though as they started to beg for her to end this. Slowly standing she turned her lapel microphone on, straightened her dress shirt and crossed her legs tightly. Now stood up the true weight of her bladder was pressing down on her muscles, it really didn’t help her situation. Sweat was starting to form on her hands and back, the effort of holding her pee making her feel warm and clammy.
The red light blinked on the camera, before turning a solid red colour.
“isn’t that right Claudia”
Oh crap…she wasn’t paying any attention to what James was saying. She just had to run with it.
“yes it is James” she said with a little bit of fake laughter. It seemed to be a good cover, probably some joke or comment about their contest maybe? No one in the room looked at her weirdly so that must have done the trick.
“So we are at the final stop here, with just one more can of delicious Chuck’s lemonade left each, we are on the home stretch. Which is good news for me, because while I love drinking it in, it does seem to rather want to come out if you get what I mean.” Was that too far? the lack of a voice in her ear probably meant it was fine.
Walking over to Barbara it seemed almost cruel to make her drink more, she could see the pain etched on her opponents face as her eyes seemed to plead with her not to hand her another can.
“How are you doing Barbara?” She already knew the answer but it was her job to ask.
“Im really struggling now, I need to pee so badly and its starting to hurt. But I am going to do my best to keep going”.
“Well you are doing really well to make it this far. So here is your last drink for the morning.”
Claudia could almost see the tears forming in the young woman's eyes as a shaky hand reached up and grabbed the can. Both ladies popped their cans and slowly drank their contents. The bladders on the screen were now almost trembling, crossing their legs and with worried looks on their faces, if only they knew the truth. Drinking the cold liquid was painful for both of them as their bodies sent signal after signal for them to stop putting yet more liquid inside of it. Still they drank, their slender necks swallowing the lemonade, why anyone would want a truck load of the stuff after this was beyond either woman at this point. After almost 60 seconds both had finished and now they just needed to hold it.
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Her last weather report was by far the worst Claudia had ever given. That last drink was really having an impact on her brain as she fought to read the teleprompter and pronounce things correctly. She hurried through it, needing to sit down quickly as standing was really not helping her. Halfway through she had to pause and bend at the waist as a painful spasm caught her off guard. Apologising for the pause she carried on, but discussing high pressure systems and rain clouds was not exactly what she needed right now.
As soon as the segment was over she rushed back to her seat, sitting down and crossing her legs tightly as she preyed that the spasms would stop and her bladder would calm itself. Unfortunately that didn’t happen as she continued to fight bladder spasms for the next 15 minutes. Her skirt was still pressing on her, but most of the discomfort was coming from below as she tried to sure up her tiring muscles with the help of both her hands. She wasn’t too worried about people seeing her desperately holding herself now, they all knew what was happening and she would like to see any of them try and hold this much.
Beside her Barbara wasn’t doing well either, her face was now bright red with effort and too Claudia’s shock her abdomen had continued to swell further and further out of her slim body. Claudia could see the frayed edges of the nylon waist band of Barbara's leggings as they started to separate under the pressure from her bladder that continued to fill. She was now huddling herself over her bloated body, both hands pressing deeply into her crotch as she moaned and whimpered in pain. Her discomfort had skyrocketed over the last 10 minutes or so, her body finally nearing its absolute limit of containment. The blonde woman's breathing had become deep and laboured,, almost wheezing in effort as her body demanded she let it relax. Still she fought on.
Next to her Claudia couldn’t take her eyes off the athletic beauty so racked in desperation as sweat dripped off her. Claudia's own muscles were starting to falter and her bladder felt as if it was on fire, she was desperately waiting for Barbara to fail. She needed this, it was the first week she couldn’t fail now! peoples jobs depended on her. Despite that, a powerful spasm rocked her body and she felt the first leak escape into her red cotton underwear. Inhaling suddenly, she stopped the flow by clenching every muscles at her disposal. Crap, she thought to herself, she was putting on a strong face but she was nearing her physical limit too. Her bladder cramps were getting worse, something she attributed to the stress of doing her job and holding her pee so long. She had held more than this over the last few weeks, but the constant drinking and longer time she was enduring now were having an impact on her. It also didn’t help that this stuff seemed to go right through her. Another spasm and another squirt of warm liquid made its way past her muscles. Wide eyed she shut the flow off again, no one seemed to notice what was going on. Closing her eyes she tried to calm her tiring body that was starting to panic, she was so close to an accident now. But for now she had regained control, her lapses were minor for now.
“OOOOAAAHHHHHHH” a loud painful moan filled the room, as the curled ball that was Barbara started to quiver, Claudia could see goose pimples forming on her exposed arms.
“ooooo, oohhhh” Barbara was constantly moaning now, rocking back and forth with her eyes clenched shut. Her body convulsed once more as it fought the onslaught of liquid battering against her bladder before it exploded violently. Pee hissed loudly past her underwear and black leggings, pooling on the chair for a few seconds before the volume made it spill out onto the ground. The sweaty mess of a woman clutching her bloated bladder with both hands as it finally emptied itself. Moaning in relief rather than pain, the ocean of pee quickly left her, spreading in all directions along the carpeted floor as the astonishingly loud hissing continued. The young blonde woman had done her best but her body had finally rejected her demands to hold its bladder shut and was now violently emptying itself. The camera in front of them showing the bright red light indicating that her accident was now going live to each and every viewer of the show. They were now watching the images of the athletic blonde woman peeing inside the TV studio. Her clothes were drenched with pee as it now flowed off the front and back of the chair to join the enormous puddle under hers and Claudia’s chairs.
Witnessing the noisy and sweaty end of Barbara was both agonising and amazing for Claudia. She had won and was now free to pee at any moment, but the sound smell and sight of the accident was almost too much for her. She clenched her muscles, desperate to hold on, but as Barbara's noisy accident passed the 30 second mark she couldn't take it any more.
She new it was un lady like but instead of waiting for Barbara to finish peeing and console her, she stood up and ran for the ladies room. It was her only chance to save her clothes and her dignity.
She almost hurdled the coil of broadcast wire between her seat and the corridor to the ladies. Each step punishing her bladder as it shook around within her. It almost felt as if the sheer weight of her pee had altered her centre of gravity as she scuttled along the building. Reaching the door she grabbed the handle and pulled. To her horror, the door didn't budge, it was locked! Claudia felt another spurt of pee leave her tried body as her muscles started to falter and she knew this would be the last time.
To her relief, as her muscles quivered, the door to her salvation opened as one of the newsroom team walked out.
"Oh, sorry Claudia"
She didn't respond or even notice who it was that had just left.
Locking the door behind her she threw herself onto the toilet, pee bursting out of her instantaneously. It thundered into the toilet, noisly hitting the water bellow it.
"Oh...geeze....oh god that was close.." she panted to herself
"Um Claudia, your microphone is still on"
Sh*t she thought to herself as she blushed bright red, grabbing the mic pack and tearing the batteries out rather than taking the extra time to turn it off.
As the batteries scattered across the bathroom floor, she could finally relax again, her pee seemed never ending as it poured out of her tired and abused body.
She had won! now she just needed to win tomorrow
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After her ordeal during the day for the first time in a few days Claudia had slept soundly. She awoke feeling a strong need to pee, rushing to the bathroom she sat and relieved herself. She was surprised when it was only a 20 second pee, something she would have considered normal 2 months ago was now a slight cause for concern.
Selecting the same tight but stretchy leggings she had worn during her running accident and a nice green frock she got ready. Limiting her fluid intake and making sure to stay away from the Banana's during breakfast she readied herself for the drive. Despite being a Saturday there was a bit more traffic on the roads than she expected. Thankfully she had left plenty of time to get there early.
Arriving at the station slightly later than planned, Claudia saw she the last to get there.
The other contestants seemed to be confident although an air of nervousness was still present.
As they were ushered onto the stage, she took a deep breath and rallied her confidence.
Yesterday was the practice, today was the main event!
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Hey guys like usual thank you all for reading!
I really hope you enjoy these stories from Claudia's training. The first two were perhaps not the most exciting but hopefully they still added to her character.
Next up is Olivia, who going off what I've written so far might be split into two parts. I may have gotten carried away with her story haha.
Edited February 2, 2020 by Markj9494
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So as I mentioned in the last part, I got a bit carried away with Olivia's part so im splitting into two chapters.
Its also a bit more "adult" than some of the other parts so as a Warning , this chapter does include scenes of a sexual nature. In other words this is 100% adulterated filth….enjoy.
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Chapter 12 : Breaking the camel’s back. (Olivia, part 1)
The game show had woken something inside of Olivia, a deep desire and lust for a full bladder. There was nothing like it for her, the pleasure that it caused physically and the drive to hold more even when fit to bursting. While she was disappointed not to have won, it was quickly forgotten as she started to experiment with this new found feeling. Even before the rematch was announced she was planning on filling her bladder regularly and now she had a reason to train things were going to get serious. She was going to have the biggest bladder of anyone there, if she didn't already.
6 weeks to go until the rematch.
Olivia grabbed her third tall glass of water of the morning and got ready for the day ahead. Picking out a tight pair of black suit pants and a nice pressed white shirt she continued sipping, unconsciously rubbing her empty bladder. walking over to her computer she opened her calendar, sighing at the sight of it. Today was a busy day at the law firm she worked at, meetings from 9 till 1 and then a business function from 1 till 4 with one of the new clients. Some sporting brand clothing that was being sued by an artist for stealing his work. As usual Olivia and her boss were taking them out to a local bar in an attempt to butter them up a bit so they wouldn’t go somewhere else. Going off the claims she wasn’t sure how easy it was going to be to win and that meant one thing, lengthy lawsuits and lots of money for the firm.
Buttoning up her tight pants she added a smart black belt and downed the rest of the water. Patting her bladder she had no plans of undoing that belt anytime soon. Grabbing a bottle of water for the journey she made her way down to the underground parking and set off. It usually took about an hour to make it to work taking into account the extra morning traffic. Even as she arrived the need to pee hadn’t hit her, walking in she grabbed a large mug of coffee from the staff room and set about prepping for the first of many meetings.
“Hey Tara, is that the Lowe’s files?”
“Morning Olivia, yes that should be everything. Notes on the lawsuit, background on the case, judge, claimant and that previous case you asked me to copy yesterday”
“Amazing, thank you very much”
Tara was the perfect employee for Olivia, not to talkative and knew how to do her job. She was smart efficient and strikingly beautiful, which in this line of work was a good way of distracting many men and even the occasional woman during meetings. A leggy brunette with medium sized breasts and a symmetrical but strong jawed face, she could see the appeal even If she didn’t consider herself on that side of things. It was always fun to play with some of the less experienced men that came at them, many were not at all prepared to be grilled by two beautiful ladies so together they made quite the team.
Placing the copies around the glass meeting table and making sure the presentation was ready, Olivia prepared the statements her boss had asked her to make. This was a fairly easy case, a taxi driver had hit her defendant as he cycled to work causing him some nasty injuries. Although the extent of the injuries was far less than they implied, she was sure there would be a nice settlement before reaching court. A knock on the glass door made her turn around, it was Tara with the offending taxi man, time to get to it.
She had been right, the case was all but sorted after the initial presentation showing how screwed he was going to be. They had camera footage of him pulling out onto the pedestrianised road without indicating. She had laid the threat of a jail sentence and losing his licence on a bit thick, as he started to panic. But it was all part of the plan. Men like him would always look for a way out and having such a kind and friendly woman like Olivia offer a solution meant they almost always took it. It was all an act, one that she had perfected over many years at this place which was why her bosses now trusted her to do this sort of work. It proved much more effective than being threatened by a man in a suit who then offered you a magic pill to get out of it, all too often it made clients aware they were being screwed in one way or the other. Doing it like this she got her client more than 3 times the compensation while the driver got to avoid jail and didn’t even loose his licence. It didn’t always sit well with her that things like that happened, he was still a danger to road users, but he would hopefully learn from this and not end up back here or worse. Going off the previous almost identical case Tara had given her before the meeting, she unfortunately guessed the latter. But at the end of the day it was up to the client whether to press legal charges or not after being offered the money, she was just the intermediary.
“Well, thank you my Lowe, I thank you for your co-operation, my assistant Tara will show you out” Olivia said gesturing to her assistant that had almost by magic appeared at the door. We’ve defiantly worked too long together she laughed to herself.
Walking over to the coffee machine she poured herself a second coffee and checked her calendar again on her phone. The next meeting wasn’t too bad either, a preliminary meeting for another case. For this she just needed to take notes and then turn in a report to her bosses so they could make the final decision. As she watched her coffee slowly drip into her cup she was starting to feel the faintest of sensations from within her bladder. It wasn't her intention to get desperate at work, after all it would be a bit unprofessional, but sometimes she couldn't help wanting to have that desperate feeling again. Walking down the hall she headed for the smaller meeting room near the front of the building. Noticing Tara walking back towards her she waved her down
“Hey, sorry I’ve got to get to room 2B, any chance you could bring over a couple of pitchers of water for the meeting. You can sit into if you want, nothing to major though if you have something else to do” Sometimes with these first meetings the clients would be nervous or emotional and something to drink was always a good idea to have on hand.
“Yeah sure, I’ll bring it over now”
Walking into the room the client was already there, a young woman biting her nails nervously.
“Hi, Im Olivia, how are you doing today?”
The meeting wasn’t quite as straight forward as she had hoped, it appeared that the woman's ex had taken the dong when they broke up. Unfortunately for her all of the Vet forms were in his name too, but she did have the original receipt for the dog which was under her name. Olivia wasnt sure who would bother to pay £2,000 for a dog when there were shelters full of them, but it was evidence of her ownership at least. Plus the price tag meant that she could threaten the ex with legal charges of grand theft since the dogs “value” was over £1,500. Hopefully that meant they could win this without going to court, but with things like pets and children they were never simple things to solve.
Tara had come in with the drinks shortly after the meeting had started and, after seeing the young woman out they came back into the room. Tara was pouring two glasses of water when Olivia returned, they had already had a couple through the meeting but Olivia wasn’t even slightly worried by this point.
“So, do you think you’ll be recommending Max to take this one?” Tara asked
“Well….she does seem to have evidence of ownership”
“But the fact that the dog was registered under his name raises a couple of questions”
“Yeah its weird” was all Olivia could think to reply “But weird is winnable, either way I still have to write the report but I think I’ll let Max figure this one out”
Tara burst out laughing. “I feel like Weird Is winnable should be the company slogan. Anyway we should probably get ready for the Shumer merger that we have in like 10 minutes”
“Yeah that’s a good idea, did you print out everything I asked for?”
“Yes I did it this morning, its all at your desk”
“Oh yeah I have a desk” Olivia joked. “Might have to ask you to remind me where it is” she smiled to herself as she walked away.
10 minutes later the pair of beautiful brunettes were sitting pretty in the board room, another cup of coffee in their hands. Their boss Max was there for this one, but he was all to aware of the type of person the Shumer representative was. He was defiantly one of the old world of businessmen, the type easily distracted by expensive cars, mysterious white powders and low cut tops. While neither of the ladies were flaunting themselves, having two smart and beautiful colleagues in there to back him up was always a good idea. The next two hours dragged on and on for both Olivia and Tara, with little to do but drink water and flap their eyelashes Olivia had soon found her need to pee quickly building as the glass after glass of water made its way through her. Closing her legs tightly and starting to clench her muscles she knew she could still last a long while longer. However near the end of the meeting, she had started to notice Tara becoming increasingly fidgety. Crossing her legs tightly and leaning forwards slightly, tell tale signs that she was desperate for the bathroom. Thankfully for Tara, Max seemed to be bringing the meeting to its conclusion.
Standing to show him out and to finally end the boring meeting Max continued. “Well, I think we should put another meeting on the books soon Mr Schumer, I’m sure Tara wont mind helping set a date for you?”
“Uh…Yes, of corse….would you mind following me to reception and we can work something out” Standing slower than normal, a slightly flustered looking Tara lead the client out of the room. Olivia couldn't help but wonder how desperate her beautiful assistant was. Had she had her morning pee, how big was her bladder she wondered, Tara had drunk quite a lot in the last couple of meetings.
“Olivia, do you have 10 minutes to go through the client info with me before our lunch meeting with NileSports. I just want to make sure we are all on the same page”
“Yeah sure, do you want me to grab the portfolio?”
“Actually yeah that would be great, ill go grab a coffee while you’re at it.”
Going to her desk for the second time in a day which almost had to be a record, she noticed a rather speedy Tara rushing past in the direction of the Ladies room. However big her bladder, it was clearly full. Putting a hand on her own bloated bladder Olivia could defiantly feel a need to pee, unsurprising given the quantity of liquids she had consumed. Maybe Should she pee now too? what if she couldn't hold through the meeting later. Checking her phone it was now 12:20, only five hours since her last pee, she could hold it longer. More than that she wanted to hold it longer, the deep seated need to test her bladder only just coming in first above her professionalism. Grabbing the portfolio and her empty cup she made her way to the staff kitchen. As she stood there making another coffee she was slightly annoyed by the fact she had thought about peeing in the middle of the day like that. Unsure of what had come over her, was her confidence really that low that she would pee at work? She didn’t even do that when she wasn’t training her bladder. She needed to prove herself stronger than that, opening phone she set an alarm for 7.30pm, that was going to be her time to pee and not a second before.
“Hey sorry Olivia” It was max, walking up to her with a rather relieved looking Tara behind him.
“The clients called and were hoping to meet a little earlier if that’s ok, we can go through the portfolio in the car”
“Yeah no problem, i'll just grab my coat and join you”
Looking down at her fresh coffee she had to options, down it or leave it. As if sensing her annoyance having just made a coffee max chimed in “Don’t worry about that, ill grab you a new one when we get there.” Despite the offer Olivia had made her decision and she put the cup to her lips and chugged the coffee in one. “Don’t like wasting good coffee”.
36 minutes later the trio of well prepared schmoozers arrived at the Dandy Lion bar and got to work. First handshakes and introductions, followed by a round of drinks that were meticulously researched beforehand. If you can convince a client that you have something in common right away then that’s your work already half done. A few questions and some under the table money to interns at NileSports made it possible to “accidentally” order the clients favourite drink for your self, in doing so starting a conversation about it. Oak barrel aged whisky and not a name brand was the order today and it worked like a charm. 20 minutes in and all they had talked about was Whisky, perfect.
Stage 2 was a little trickier, it required more panache to determine the true motives of the claimant and figure out how far they were willing to go. Today was easy, the arrogant rich boy sitting in front of them was an open book to read. For him this wasn’t about the money it was about his image. He was 100% prideful about his design and that it wasn’t stolen, a fact that meant when it came to their lawsuit, money was no problem. A few basic explanations about how it might be hard to prove either way combined with some comments on the experience of the other plaintiff lawyers sowed the seeds of the lengthy plan they had. All three of them knew it wouldn't be either for either side to win, but for them this was good. Their company had the money to out wait the artist and his team. All the while Olivia, Tara and Max would be taking home their health pay cheques as sponsored by the guy currently sitting in front of them.
Stage 4. This was where the schmoozing hit its peak, the lawyer speak ended and it just became about giving the client a great time to remember. It stops them thinking of the law firm as just a big nameless building and for some reason creates a form of loyalty from the client. They know you have their back, after tonight your almost friends with them. In reality it was just pretend, but rich men that are being bought drinks by men with similar tastes while beautiful women smile and laugh at their jokes never look to closely. Its why no one besides Olivia herself had noticed her foot tapping and leg crossing.
Olivia was getting desperate now, the need to pee seemed to have amplified greatly with the addition of the strong dark alcohol. Her body was now pumping out water, trying to get rid of the contaminants she had just put into it. The belt thankfully helped to contain her bulging bladder, but only added to the tension she was feeling between her legs. Beside her she could also see Tara’s legs starting to fidget slightly, although nothing compared to the meeting earlier. How close had she come to wetting herself she thought, glancing at the beautiful women next to her. Tara’s thighs were tensing in her stockings, easy to see underneath her short black skirt. A raised eyebrow from Tara made Olivia realise that she had basically been staring at the rhythmically tensing muscles far too long, shaking her head she tried to play it off as just zoning out completely.
“So, I fancy doing something a bit more physical” Wait...what was he saying?
“Which one of you lovely ladies would like to play a little game?” nodding his head towards the corner of the room both Tara and Olivia were relieved to see a set of pub games, ice hockey, pool and Foosball.
That sort of physical they could do.
“Well, it would be unfair for one of us to get to choose to…play with you….so how about we flip a coin” This was why Tara was great, sexy and confident enough to pull off this sort of thing.
“Heads, looks like you will be playing Olivia but im sure we can have a little fun after that” she said raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Im more of a pool lady anyway, something about big sticks I guess”
“Okay…ladies I trust you to look after our new client here” Max chimed up before things got too provocative. Tara was a little worried she had gone too far, the alcohol was defiantly playing a part in all of this. Luckily this rich boy wasn’t her type even if she got drunk. Although it was defiantly making her loose her inhibitions and raising her confidence levels. “You two behave yourselves….but the tab is open and don’t worry about coming back to work this afternoon. That said don’t come in with a hangover tomorrow” he emphasised with a point of his figure at the two women. Luckily they knew he was joking, for the most part anyway.
“Well, im just going to pop to the ladies if you want to join, or are you ok here?” Tara asked
“I’m ok, think im going to play with our client here” Olivia said, making fun of Tara’s earlier comment.
Standing both ladies had to pause for a couple of seconds, a slight distorted spin seemed to be happening around them for a few seconds. Blinking to get rid of alcohol induced trip Olivia walked over to the ice hockey and started playing. It wasn't easy in high heels and very tipsy but she would do her best. Shortly after Tara returned with a couple of large pitchers of water, something to help fight off the drunkenness. Although while she was glad for a non alcoholic drink, it might not be the best thing for her worryingly full bladder. She could feel a tightness in her stomach as her full bladder pressed hard against her belt, with more than 2 hours of extra liquid pumped into it she would really have liked to use the bathroom. But her will power and drive to fill herself meant that she didn't make a single step towards them, instead putting the feeling to the back of her mind and kept playing. She was holding her own, 3 to 3, looking at the client it was obvious he was not better off than her in terms of the drunkenness. As she kept playing the extra strain of leaning onto a cold surface for long shots was getting to her, Olivia was having to repeatedly cross her legs tightly to combat the need to pee. This was defiantly the type of training she was after, but in such a public space and with a client no less, she was starting to worry. But Placing a hand on her bladder to reassure herself it could hold out, the voice from the contest returned, if she could endure what she had that day, she could endure anything. The game she was having was a close one, the client just beat her in the end at 7 to 6 points. She had a couple of chances to win, but its always best to let the client win from a business point of view. Thankfully it was now Tara that had to do the entertaining, and it gave her a chance to sit down.
Tagging Tara in she noticed that while in the ladies room her colleague had undone another button on her shirt, exposing much more cleavage. Not the most professional move but Olivia wasn’t complaining, anything to give the client a more memorable evening. Leaning over to grab a glass of water she was shocked to see that one of the two litre jugs was almost empty. She was sure they had been full when Tara brought them over, maybe this was an old one and Tara had only brought one? The refreshing water was good, the alcohol and length of the meeting had left her feeling a bit dehydrated despite the amount of water in her bladder. Sitting was easier for her, taking the weight off her muscles and allowing her to cross her legs tighter than when she was playing.
Olivia watched the game of pool intently, it seemed like Tara really knew how to play and was more than holding her own. Leaning low across the table opposite, her cleavage pressing against the hard wood of the table, amplifying her already sizeable bust. Catching her eye, Tara winked at Olivia, she was really enjoying herself. The game itself seemed to go on a while as Tara was trying to let him win, but after her show he was far too distracted by her feminine charm or maybe he didn’t want it to end either. But eventually, an unfortunate shot by Tara meant that she potted the black and the white giving him the win.
“Dam it” she cursed.
“Well that was a close game my dear, but I should be off. Life of a rockstar and all that”
Standing to see him out Olivia realised just how full she was again, tensing her muscles as gravity took full hold of her for the first time in almost an hour. The extra couple of glasses of water making her feel even more bloated, but at least the room wasn’t spinning. Taking a deep breath and pressing her thighs together temporarily, it was her time to catch Tara watching her.
“Sorry, stood up to fast”
hopefully she would buy that, the three of them making their way to the door. From behind she could also see that Tara was tensing her muscles again, maybe she had guessed Olivia's predicament because they were in the same boat.
“Well, it was lovely to meet you two beautiful ladies” he said giving them both a pair of kisses on the cheek. “Tell Max I’ll give him a call next week”
“Will do, have a nice evening”, they both said, waving after him.
After a few moments of silence, Tara turned to Olivia.
“So….Open tab then” She giggled and danced towards the now empty bar. “What should we start with?”
“Uhhgghh, Anything but whisky” Olivia moaned. She never was one for hard liquor.
“Yes, Hi can I get two vodka lemonades, oh and can I get a menu too.” Handing one to Olivia “I don’t know about you, but im starving.”
Having skipped lunch she too was hungry, although her need to pee was starting to cover up any and all feelings from her stomach. Crossing her legs tightly as they stood at the bar Olivia was regretting the belt now. Her bloated bladder was now pressing heavily against it, Olivia was just thankful that the stylish belt was a couple of inches wide so the pressure was somewhat spread across her entire midsection. While it made it more uncomfortable, she wasn't in any pain yet.
A while later after some small talk and several more vodka lemonades the smell of perfectly cooked beef wafted past their table. A rumble in their stomachs reminding them of just how hungry they were. Finally the food arrived and they were not disappointed, two giant burgers with all the trimmings, onion rings, fried gherkins and a home made sauce.
A smile crossed Tara's face. “Oh my god, I love this place, Oh and can we have a refill on the drinks please and another jug of water too”
Tara was a great host, even before Olivia’s glass was half empty she would be refilling it right away. Although that did mean it was hard to tell exactly how much she had drunk. All Olivia knew was that the pressure within her was multiplying rapidly. She had started to hold her self under the table. Her legs pressed tightly together and one foot bouncing up and down. Thankfully they were the only people in the bar so she was a bit more relaxed about her antics not being seen. She took a moment to try and run her thumb between her tight belt and taught bladder to get some room, but as soon as she dug her thumb in she realised there was none. Her rock hard bladder had expanded to take up all available room, even putting her thumb between it and the belt elicited a small gasp from her. It felt like she had just poked a giant bruise within her as pain radiated out, that was a mistake she thought to herself as she pressed her legs tighter together.
The food was amazing, although it didn’t last long as the two beautiful women devoured the masses of food in front of them. Sitting back in their chairs she saw Tara pop her belt, her hands resting on her bloated stomach Olivia couldn't help but feel envious of her.
“That was amazing” Tara announced as they sat in silence, on the verge of a food coma.
An alarm sounded from under the table, it was Olivia;s phone. Quickly opening her bag and turning it off she was surprised to see it was 7:30pm, she could pee now!
With just that thought and realisation she felt her bladder pulse within her, the need to pee back with vengeance. Even in her desperate state the good company and food had occupied her mind, leaving her body to unconsciously cross her legs, clench her muscles and hold her pee. Now as it was thrown back into the forefront of her mind she had to double over in her seat, the pressure getting the better of her momentarily. Looking over at the sign for the bathrooms she was about to excuse herself for the first time in what felt like days.
“So, hows your home life?” Tara asked suddenly
“What?” she hadn’t really heard the question in all honesty, too busy looking longingly at the toilets.
“You know, have you met anyone? We’ve worked together for more than a year and I’ve never heard you mention a boyfriend….or something else”.
Oh god, why was she asking this now. Olivia shifted in her seat, the discomfort growing by the second. “I….uh, nope haven’t got anyone.”
“Oh, ok…no one lined up either?..I mean we could hit the town and try and find a nice man for you.” Looking at Tara in her eye there was sudden a sort of tenseness in the air, although there was a sparkle of something else, mischievous maybe?
“Im ok….im uh……im not really loking at the moment, you know with work and everything” Putting one hand between her legs she tensed her muscles again, was it her bladder or these questions that was making this so much worse. Olivia felt a foot brush up against her leg. Had Tara taken her shoes off?
“You know, you need to have some fun from time to time” Tara's face was flushed now, her slightly glassy eyes and red nose giving away that she was probably pretty drunk.
“Look, im sorry im ju…”
“No its ok, im sorry. No more boyfriend questions”
Olivia sighed, that was one less awkward thing
Are you into any sports?
“Uh…I did Hocky at University but not much of an athlete…”
“What about swimming, you seem like the type”
Olivia wasn’t sure quite what the swimming type was, she was picturing little old ladies doing backstroke. She was hoping she didn’t mean that. “Uh…Yeah I go a couple of times a month, we have that new gym downstairs in our building and It has a pool” Her legs were starting to quiver in effort, she really needed to go now. Why it had come on so fast she didn’t know, maybe she was just trying to get out of this weird line of questions.
“What about any …water sports?”
Olivia almost choked, was she asking what she thought she was asking? Or was her bursting bladder really ruining her train of thought that much.
“I….uh…you mean like Water polo?”
“Oh come on Olivia you know what I mean"
There was an audible silence for a few moment. "I...ug, I dont know what.....what are you talking about?" Her mind raced, trying to come up with a better response.
Tara leaned in closer "I can see you holding yourself, your desperate to pee....But its ok, Im kind of into it too”
“Im sorry…..I uh…….look maybe I should go”
To say she was flustered was an understatement. She hadn’t even realised it till now herself, she was into water sports. Not the peeing on each other type, but the sexual enjoyment she got from holding it, did that count?
Grabbing her phone to leave she felt something against her leg again, this time it made her stop in her tracks. Tara,s nylon clad foot was slowly making its way up the inside of her thigh, the need to pee and anticipation making Olivia shiver in her seat. Sitting back again, she looked Tara in the eye’s as a powerful look of lust and sexual appetite filled them, any mischievousness long gone, replaced with a raw hunger. Olivia tried to speak but any sound got caught in her throat as Tara’s foot slowly made its way to her crotch, rubbing the tops of her thigh as if exploring her womanhood before pressing on her crotch.
She shouldn’t be doing this they work together, and she wasn’t into women anyway….but if that was true why did it feel so good.
“You like that don’t you……”
Olivia could only nod in response, her eyes closed enjoying the sensation all to much. It had been months since anything other than her own hand had touched her like this. Even the faintest touch was sending her wild, but her bladder throbbed again threatening to ruin this moment with half a days worth of pee, desperate to burst out of her. For some reason, the jeopardy and desperation only seemed to heighten her enjoyment of this.
Tara seemed to sense how close she was to an accident and applied more pressure with her foot.
“Do you like that, does that help you hold it all back”
“Uhhh yesss” Olivia hissed out, one hand gripping the chair arm tightly the other clawing at her thigh, hard enough for her nails to leave marks.
“You must be bursting, I haven’t seen you go since work and Its been driving me crazy knowing how full you are and yet your bladder of steel is holding it all in.”
Olivia was in her own little world, a world that was rudely interrupted as a drop of wetness escaped her clenched muscles. Her eyes opened, returning to the rather public room she moved back in her chair away from Tara’s foot. She was moments from bursting all over the room, she had to do something.
“Im…I’m sorry…. I just cant…” Olivia tried to explain but her words were failing her again.
“Oh shit….im sorry Olivia….Oh god, I didn’t mean anything”
“No…its just” her thighs tensed as her bladder throbbed again.
“It’s ok…., well this is so fucking embarrassing, im sorry I should...”
“No seriously its……” she didn’t get to finish that sentence as a now bright red faced Tara stood and bolted towards the ladies room, hiding her face and avoiding all eye contact.
Screw it, Olivia thought, she wanted her more than anyone she had ever wanted before.
Standing up quickly, ignoring the protests from her bulging bladder she rushed after Tara. Finding her wiping tears out of her eyes at the mirror, now it was Olivia’s turn to be the dominant one, a role she was much more use to taking. Pushing Tara back into the corner Olivia forced her lips against her, kissing her passionately. Their bodies tightly pressed against each other, further compressing Olivia's bladder but she couldn’t care less about that anymore.
“Olivia I…Oh” Any thought suppressed as Olivia’s hand moved to between Tara’s legs, she could feel the goose pimples of her skin as she pressed against it. Their heart rates climbing erratically as Olivia’s hand pulled the intruding underwear down with one hand and grabbed Tara’s soft and perfectly sized breast in the other. A gasp of pleasure escaping from Tara as the kissing ended for the briefest moment.
Their skin burning and flushed with excitement, Olivia started to move her hand against Tara’s crotch while playing with her rock hard nipples, causing a louder moan to escape the younger woman. Olivia needing no more signs slid a single finger into the moaning and dripping wet woman she hungered for, she felt Tara's body spasm as she grabbed onto Olivia as her pleasure spiked. “Oh shit that feels good”. With one had holding herself up against the wall she used the other to push Olivia's hand a bit lower where it brushed her throbbing clit, causing her breathing to get deeper as the arousal built. As if reading her thoughts Olivia added a second finger as easily as before, again Tara gasped loudly, her heavy breathing the only sound echoing off the mirrored walls of the ladies room. Picking up the pace Olivia could hear her lovers breath begin to quicken as she thrust her hips against the fingers buried inside her. “Oh fuck me,” she whispered. “Keep going, please. Faster.” She obeyed instantly, moving her finger repeatedly in and out of her, brushing her sensitive spot with each thrust. Each one giving enough sensation to bring Tara to the brink of overwhelming pleasure without tipping her over it.
“Oh my fucking god,” it was more of a horse shout now that a whisper. “I’m going to come if you keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please.” Her desperate begging was driving Olivia crazy, a shiver of pleasure ran up her spine again as her own body became wet, aching for the touch of Tara. But Tara was barely able to comprehend what was happening at the moment, let along reciprocate it. Instead Olivia doubled down and concentrated on pleasuring the beautiful and writhing woman in front of her, bringing Tara ever closer to a climax. “I’m going to come, I’m going to… Oh fuck, I’m coming!” Her hips rammed into Olivia’s hand and she felt her entire pussy suddenly grip her fingers tightly and then release them, pulsing contractions that repeated again and again. Her gasps of pleasure were louder than before as her body crashed downwards, all tension gone from her muscles, sexually exhausted.
“Oh…fuck….Uhghh” Tara grunted in effort “I cant stop it”
Looking down a powerful jet of pee exploded out of Tara’s still pulsing crotch, bursting instantly past her underwear and onto Olivia’s leg. The sudden wetness on her legs sending a powerful pulse to Olivia’s own bladder. Having temporarily distracted by their hot and steamy session, the need to pee came back like a truck, the pain making her double over and throw both hands between her crotch. A second spurt escaped Tara as her muscles pulsed again, then a few seconds later came the rest. A torrent of liquid poured out of the exhausted brunette still clinging to the the wall for support. A puddle quickly forming and spreading across the bathroom counter and then the floor as she panted, abandoning all efforts to stop her bladder emptying itself.
Olivia was now hunched over, both hands pressing at her crotch, “Oh god” she stuttered through her heavy breathing.
“Holy, Shit…that’s hot” the still panting Tara said. Watching her lover cross legged, desperate to pee was doing nothing to lessen the aroused state she was in.
“I think im going to piss myself” was all Olivia could think and say.
“Fuck….how much did you drink”
“I don’t know, like lots….all that water, the drinks, coffee this morning” Just roughly counting it was causing her bladder to scream as if it was finally realising what she was doing to it
“Oh……” Tara’s breathing was quickening again, the pee pouring out of her into an ever expanding puddle. The noise of her waterfall tormenting Olivia as it filled the room. “When was the last time you pee’d” she asked between desperate gasps.
Screwing her legs even tighter, Olivia tried to quickly reach her belt but it was no use. ”I don’t know, like 12 hours ago…” she said quietly at the floor.
“Holy……uh…..Oh god…..hhhuu” The realisation of just how much Olivia was holding along with the pee thundering out of her past her throbbing muscles caused Tara to cum again. “Fuck…meeeeee!” she yelled in the small room as her body exploded in pleasure for the second time in a minute. Her contracting muscles causing her pee to shoot out of her with each spasm, spraying almost a meter across the room and splattering noisily against the door of one of the stalls.
Still writhing in pain as her compressed bladder continued to shout at her, she passed on the message. “How much did you fucking drink Tara” the puddle enveloping the entire floor of the small room, going under the doors of each of the cubicles. It took several moments for Tara to respond, her mind still in a haze. “I..have….no idea. But that was amazing, I cant see straight” Finally the torrent coming out of her ended, the tortuous sound coming to a close “No I mean it….like that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Like two of the best, and its never happened without touching myself before”
Still clutching herself tightly but with a little more composure after Tara had finally stopped peeing, Olivia straightened slightly. “Glad I could help…” Tara moved towards Olivia, planting her lips on the crossed legged woman. Slowly her hand moved downwards, aiming to reciprocate the favour. Only for Olivia to move away from it, still clenching herself.
“Im sorry….im just….i’ve never done it with a woman before”
“could have fooled me” Tara joked, but she could see that Olivia was somewhat serious.
“Look, I do want it…..like a lot….but im sorry its just going to take a little bit of time to get used to this”
“No it’s ok, I get it” Tara was slightly disappointed, but she could live with it. Although she couldn't stop it pass across her face.
“So….” Olivia took a deep breath in, standing up straight after her still throbbing bladder stopped acting like a ticking time bomb. “What about dinner…..Saturday night?”
“Like a date?” Tara asked
“Yeah….I mean if you want that”
“I want that… like 100%” Tara said smiling
“Cool” Olivia blushed, she hadn’t asked anyone out before. It felt weirdly childlike, especially considering what had transpired in the still dripping bathroom. She pressed open the door “Should we make a move before they find us in here like this?” she looked at Tara, her skirt drenched and her panties about 10 shades darker than they were 5 minutes ago.
“Wait, don’t you want to use the bathroom, you looked like you were about to piss yourself a minute ago”
“I am seriously about to explode right here, you have no idea, but…..I know that me waiting to get home and the thought of me furiously crossing my legs in the taxi is going to drive you mad….and me, so looks like im going to have to hold it” Tara almost chocked, despite cumming twice just minutes earlier, she could feel the warmth growing between her hips again. Her eyes almost rolled back into her head as just the thought of it made her weak at the knees, but she scampered through the open door.
Neither of them made eye contact with the man behind the bar, Tara's skirt was still dripping as they gathered their belonging and made their way out to find a taxi or two.
“So……I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” Olivia grinned.
“Shit I almost forgot that work was even a thing….Oh god how am I going to be able to concentrate after all of this”
“You are a professional…..a sexy one at that…..so you will just do your job like any other day”
“So…by day we will be lawfirm secretaries and by night we will be star crossed lovers”
“Exactly” Olivia replied…..”Now, im literally about to piss myself on the street right here, so im going to grab a taxi right now”
“Oh god….why do you have to do that to me”
“Its fun to watch you squirm, lets see if I make it home dry” Olivia said suggestively, raising an eyebrow and laughing at the involuntary growl Tara let out.
“But seriously, im going to head off……this was fun….I cant wait to do it again on Saturday”
Rushing to her Taxi Olivia wasn’t lying about the state of her bladder, the cold air was only making things 10 times worse as her bodies contents weighed heavily on her. She was only 10 minutes from her apartment but it was going to feel like 100. Getting in the back of the cab she suddenly realised she smelt like Tara’s pee. The faint aroma coming off her clothes and shoes, she really hoped that the driver wouldn’t smell anything, or at least that he wouldn't think it was her. As the car set off she violently crossed her legs as tight as possible, getting in the back meant that she at least had the freedom to cross her legs and hold herself when it came to that. Placing a hand on her distended bladder she could feel it, rock hard and completely full now. More spasms started to rush through her body, each one causing her to squirm in the leather seats.
She was almost there, she could practically see her apartment from here. What had started 10 minutes ago as a series of mild spasms had quickly changed into a tremendous and painful pressure in her abdomen. Without the distraction of Tara she was now all to aware of the constant throbbing of her bladder. Her body spasmed again violently, tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as she was force to bend over. A concerned look from the driver in the rear-view mirror told her all she needed too know, it must be painfully obvious what was going on. Although he was probably more worried about needing to clean his car than her well being, thankfully he said nothing about it though. Finally the car came to a stop at her apartment, she quickly handed him some money telling him to keep the change and rushed towards the building. Each step absolute agony for her bladder as her high heels clacked along the pavement.
Somehow she made it into the building dry, making her way to the lifts (elevators) she pressed the button. Furiously pee dancing, waiting for them to arrive she no longer cared who saw her do this. It was simple, if she stopped she would pee. Despite that, being so close was somehow a blessing and a curse, her body so desperate to relieve itself was setting up for just that even without a toilet in sight. But, being so close was giving her mental resolve and the extra help it needed, just 2 more minutes was all she needed as she danced on the ground floor. The lift finally arrived and she hammered the 12th floor button, now on her own she pressed on hand to her crotch and then used the other to finally free herself from the confines of her belt. Even as the latch was still undoing, the immense pressure behind it forced it from her grip and threw it across the lift. Her bladder spilling forth able to bulge to its truly monstrous proportions. Her shirt buttons popped off as the mass of liquid forced its way outwards, her tight shirt unable to handle the extra girth of her distended bladder. It felt like heaven to Olivia, the pressure within her subsiding, although the ever pressing need to pee was still there. The liquid inside her threatening to burst forwards with every second, her muscles were tied after a full day of holding. Olivia wasn’t sure how much longer she could last.
The lift announced it had arrived at her floor, leaving the discarded belt on the floor she all but ran for her room. As soon as the key turned she nearly smashed the door in, rushing for the bathroom. Kicking her heels across the hallway she padded her way past her room in her tights, unzipping her trousers and dropping them where she walked. Oh god, she was about to burst but without the pain her belt was causing her, it felt so good. The clock in the hall showed 8.14, she had not peed in almost 13 hours. In fact…she was just 6 minutes away from having achieved that. Sweat building on her skin, just meters away from the toilet she paused. Was she really going to deprive herself from peeing for the sake of 6 minutes. She felt wetness spread across her thighs as she rubbed them together, although she wasn’t entirely sure of what type. Her newly distended bladder was now pressing on something inside her, the same feeling she started to feel in the competition was building inside her. Each movement causing discomfort and pleasure to ripple through her body. Caught in a battle of needs, she put a hand on her crotch and that was all it took to decide. The slightest touch sent waves of pleasure through her, the earlier feelings of lust and sheer hornyness resurfacing.
Grabbing her laptop while pressing on herself slightly she opened it, www.pornh she paused again. Her body convulsing in one need or the other as she deleted it. www.weakestlink.com there it was, front of the page, her and the other contestants writhing in pain. Opening the recording of her round she began gently stoking herself, watching the images of the other women being pumped full of liquid and ready to explode. First it was Katy, rubbing faster Olivia almost came as the beautiful woman on the stage burst and pee flowed out of her purple dress. “Oh….fuck”, Olivia moaned deeply, slowing her pace as to not climax too soon. Next, poor scarlet put up a good fight but as she watched her jeans darkened and soon Amanda followed suit, almost exploding with pee. The force of the accident causing Olivia to press harder on her vagina, desperate to feel the fast flow of the water against her.
The final three, she was watching herself now, bloated even more than she was now and being pumped full of even more water. She remembered the feeling, her current pleasure spiking as black dots started to form in her vision, her head feeling light. She was fast approaching a cliff she couldn’t come back from “Not yet…” she whimpered to herself. Her hand only just obeying, keeping her perilously close to the edge without going over it. Next was the black haired beauty that was Claudia, you could hear the hiss of her pee as it soaked through her panties even on the recording. Olivia's head was swimming in pleasure, more pleasure than she had ever felt before and she hadn’t even finished yet. Finally as she watched on, she locked eyes with herself on the screen writhing in pain and clutching her distended bladder until the pee rushed out of her and Alex more or less at the same time. The clothes darkening as litres and litres of pee ejected itself from them on her screen. This was the final straw, she exploded where she sat, the world went black as she slid the same fingers she had used to pleasure Tara earlier into herself this time. “OHHHH FFFUUUUCCCCCKKKK! “ Olivia came hard, her head in the clouds as wave after wave of pleasure exploded within her. Her mind blank, unable to think of anything other than the mind bending orgasm she was having, the pleasure still radiating out of her for seconds. She was almost convulsing, the sheer force of her muscle contractions causing her hole body to shake. “FFuuuCk” “Fuck” “Fuck” she repeated, with each convulsion forcing her torso to contract and her head to nod forwards, while her eyes still rolled back into her head.
Finally after what felt like minutes her orgasm started to calm down, her limp body somehow now on the floor, her back leaned up against the foot of her bed and limbs limply resting on the floor. Blinking the ecstasy out of her mind she lifted her hand to move her now matted hair from her sweating face. She noticed it was wet, looking down she was sitting in the biggest puddle of pee she had ever seen. Clearly the orgasm had been too much for her tired and maxed out bladder, thankful she had a wooden floor in this room she could see the puddle had gone absolutely everywhere. Spreading for meters in all directions from her exhausted and now soaking wet body, it had gone under the bead, the cupboard and even into the connected bathroom. Looking over at the pile of laundry in the corner, they too had soaked up a large amount of her pee, spreading upwards through each piece of absorbent clothing. Even the carpet in the hall almost 3 meters away was now wet, but what surprised her most was the water dripping from the wall. Opposite her she could see the distinct splatter of pee almost 4 feet off the floor, a pattern similar to what Tara had done in the bar toilets, but seemingly much more forceful.
“Holy Fuck” she repeated, “How the hell” she laughed letting her head fall backwards exhausted. It seemed as if her need and the power of her orgasm had forced the pee from her like a cannon, spraying the wall meters away. She was somewhat shocked but mainly impressed by her ability to do that, and more than that she was also desperate to do it again.
She stood, her legs shaking and numb. Her completely drenched underwear and shirt clinging tightly to her Glistening wet skin. “Well, this is going to take some cleaning” Grabbing an already dirty towel from the pile she set about removing the evidence of her massive accident.
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Thanks for reading, I really hope you liked this chapter.
It's much more "adult" than some of the other chapters but I wanted to try something a bit different.
As you can probably tell by the length I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so part 2 of Olivia is looking to be along similar Lewd lines.
To be continued...
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Chapter 13: A walk in the park (Olivia part 2)
1 week till the rematch
The last 5 weeks had been some of the most blissful and intense of Olivia’s life. Never did she think a bodily function could bring such sheer pleasure to her, or maybe it had something to do with her new partner and their shared love of it.
She smiled as she saw her beautiful assistant Tara walking towards her. It had been a bit odd seeing her at work after what they had done, but by now it seemed like everyone had figured out what they were up to. Well, at least the parts that didn’t involve them forcing each other to drink copious amounts of liquid and watch their bladders expand until they simply could hold it no longer. Just the thought of their antics was driving her mad as she pressed her thighs together under the desk.
“Hi boss”
“Why have you started calling me that? Whats wrong with Olivia”
“Well you said you wanted to keep things professional at work” Tara replied sarcastically
“Yeah, but you can still use my name. Just like everyone else does” Olivia replied, waving a hand in the direction of the other offices
“But that’s no fun.”
“Fine….what can I help you with Tara” emphasising her name to make fun of their current situation.
“Oh nothing, im about to head out for lunch with a client and just wanted to come say hi and make sure we are still on for tonight.”
“Oh ok, Yep 6 o'clock back where it all started. I cant wait”
“Same, the food was so good last time and well, we might have to have a repeat of what happened afterwards” she said suggestively, taking one of her fingers and sucking on it seductively.
God she was hot Olivia thought to herself, although her sucking on her finger made her laugh slightly. “You realise I don’t have a penis right, so that thing with your fingers is kind of not gonna happen.”
Tara laughed, “true….well... what if im into fingers, I mean you don’t know what other sorts of deprived things I might be into.” There was that winkle in her eye again, something Olivia had gotten good at recognising.
“Anyway I have to head out to meet the client, but I brought you a coffee” she said placing it down on Olivia’s desk. “So I will see you there at 6”
“Cant wait” Olivia replied watching her lovers hips walk away from her.
Looking down at the massive coffee she had just been brought, she wasn’t fooled for a second. She new exactly what Tara was up to, but she was more than happy to play along. Picking it up she began to sip from it, having to use both hands for the heavy cup.
A few hours later Olivia was sat at her desk with her legs tightly crossed. Tara’s plan had worked all too well for her, she was never usually this desperate this early in the day. Glancing at the side of her desk she couldn't help but spot the giant coffee cup now empty alongside an empty pitcher of water and some fruit juice. Why had she done this to herself she thought, but at the same time she knew exactly why. Olivia grimaced as her bursting bladder unexpectedly spasmed in desperation as her tight pants suit and belt only made things worse for her. Sticking a thumb between her bladder and belt she was relieved to feel a slight give, it was just in her head. Although the slight throbbing from her bladder and discomfort from her kidneys suggested it wasn’t. Taking a quick look around to make sure no one was watching she quickly grabbed her crotch with one hand while typing. It helped take the edge off her need but had the undesired effect of sending tingles of pleasure through her body.
By the time 6 o’clock rolled around Olivia was in real trouble, her desperation had increased 10 fold and she was worryingly close to pissing herself in the back of this taxi. Why did this always happen when she was around Tara. Her legs were tightly pressed together as she rhythmically tensed her thighs and bounced them constantly. Luckily her trousers meant she didn’t have to worry about flashing the driver on accident. Paying him, she carefully collected her thoughts, took a deep breath and walked into the Dandy Lion bar once more.
She spotted Tara straight away, she was sat at the exact same table they had used 5 weeks ago. On her table sat 4 empty glasses and a half empty pitcher, a thought that would ordinarily have excited Olivia but right now as she walked into the busy room she was suddenly realising that unlike most of their games, this was very much in a public space. last time they were here it had been booked by her boss, but this time there were people all over the place. Waving at Tara she slowly made her way over to the brunettes table.
“Hey, how are you doing” she asked quickly sitting and crossing one leg over the other as her bladder pulsed again. What was happening to her, did she forget to pee this morning or something.
“Im good, better now you are here” Tara smiled, although something seemed off.
“What about you?” had she sensed something was wrong? was she being that obvious.
“Honestly, I really have to pee. Like its way worse than it should be. I think I might have forgotten to pee this morning.”
Tara’s eyes rolled back in her head for a moment. “Oh god, why do you have to talk like that. You have been here like 30 seconds and you already have me on edge”
Olivia couldn’t help but notice Tara’s nipples poking through her shirt, did she not wear a bra to work this morning or was she just that horny. She would make sure to find out later.
“Says the person who gave me that massive coffee this afternoon. I blame you for this”. A concerned look flashed across Tara’s face making Olivia wonder if she had been to serious. Dam she needed to pee though. “But lets order food shall we”
“Are you sure, I mean you can use the toilet if its that bad?”
“No its ok, I should be able to hold a while longer” Although Olivia herself wasn’t sure of that, the pressure in her bladder seemed to be increasing by the second.
“Ok, well you tell me what you want and I’ll go up and order”
“I think I’ll have the same as last time, it was really good.”
“I was thinking the same thing, be right back” Tara said smiling again.
As Tara left the table Olivia couldn’t help but put her hands between her legs. Pressing on her crotch tightly she was concerned with how her muscles trembled beneath her touch, aching to release her bladders contents. Breathing slowly to try and calm her body, she at least managed to reduce the panic that was creeping in about pissing herself in front of at least 2 dozen other people. Closing her eyes for a moment, she could feel the warm mass of pee inside her pulsing and pressing on her muscles. This was the feeling she had gown to love, but right now it was paired with a feeling of jeopardy which did nothing but make it hotter.
“You ok in there” Tara asked, placing a vodka lemonade in front of Olivia
“Yeah…sorry I just need to pee and its kind of turning me on”
“Turning you on…..you have no idea what its doing to me, I could barely speak to the barman after I glanced over at you”
“Well then, at least I’ve got that going for me” Olivia joked
The laugh was almost too much for her muscles, she felt them spasm and a warmth spread out between her lips and into her underwear. Burning with effort she clenched and stopped the flow almost instantly. One hand quickly went back to holding herself, the other cupping her bloated bladder as t fought her for control.
“Are you sure your ok” Tara asked, her concern genuine.
“Yeah, just laughing is not good right now” leaning over a little closer she whispered “I think I just leaked a little”
“I love seeing you like this…..but do you think you should go before food gets here? I kind of need to go too after all I drank waiting here, if you want to go together?”
“Oh…..no im ok” Olivia lied as she scrunched her face as another more powerful spasm hit her. She didn’t know if she was lying to herself or Tara but in a few moments It would probably be both.
“You look like you are in pain, come on. We should go before the food gets here and then we have to leave it” Tara said, watching the beads of sweat rolling down Olivia’s face.
“No….I can wait….I can wait until we have eaten.”
“No, you can’t, look at you”
“Don’t worry about me, ive held more than this. Just a bit of a spasm is all, I know I can hold more, its only been 11 hours”
“No you cant……ok don’t be mad at me”
“I ca….What?” another spasm caused another leak of warmth to escape her grasp. Olivia was thankful her hand still felt dry so that meant her underwear was absorbing most of the damage. She just had to let it calm down for a minute, it was just the cab ride unsettling it. “Why would I be mad at you, im not that sensitive about my bladder….plus im starting to think you might be right”
“Its not that…you know how much I love to see you desperate to pee” Tara said, placing her hands on the table
“Obviously, you must be loving it right now, im seriously about to wet myself. Oooh," she moaned quietly as a ripple of pain flew through her bladder.
“I would be but………I may have slipped you a diuretic in that coffee earlier and now I am feeling terrible about it. So please can we just go to the toilets”
“You what?”
“Now, please lets go. I thought this would be more fun but I should have told you earlier, I was going to later I just didn't expect it to make you this desperate."
“Ooof…..ok…..yep….defiantly about to pee” was all Olivia could muster up. Her face muscles seemed clenched as sweat continued to form and run down her supple skin.
“Come on you can make it, lets go” Tara said, holding out a hand to help,
“Yeah... that’s a good idea” Olivia moaned again as she stood and the pair of them made their way to the ladies room.
Both of them thanked god there was no line as Tara pulled the hunched Olivia along clutching her bladder, pushing their way into one of the stalls. Helping her undo her belt and lower her trousers, Tara could see her underwear damp against her womanhood as another leak made its way past Olivia’s clenched muscles and ran down her now exposed thigh. Still clutching her now naked bladder, it pulsed as it expanded, freed from the confinds of her clothes she was amazed at how big it was. No wonder she had been so desperate. Thankfully she felt the cold porcelain of the toilet beneath her, finally allowing her bladder to empty itself. Within seconds Olivia's pee exploded out of her, spraying loudly into the water as the internal pressure in her bladder made it jet out of her forcefully.
“Oh that feels good” Olivia breathed quietly as she sighed in relief. The litres of pee finally being let out of her tired body. Closing her eyes again, she focused on the feeling, her hand moving towards her crotch as she began to gently touch herself, each moment sending waves of pleasure through her. As her stream finished she reluctantly took her hands away from herself and opened her eyes, she had no intentions of cumming yet. But the sight in front of her did not help with that.
She hadn’t noticed at the time but Tara had joined her in the same cubicle and shut the door. Now the young brunette had both hands placed in her crotch as she desperately pee danced on the spot. Picking up one leg and then the other, she danced on the spot as Olivia watched her body fighting to control itself.
“Please you have to let me pee now” She said, noticing Olivia’s stream had finally finished
“I have to do I? what about some payback, maybe I should make you hold it”
“Im serious Olivia, I cant hold it. Watching you pee was too much, its about to come out”
“I mean, surely you can hold it a couple more minutes, im enjoying the view. Its almost making me forgive you for what you did” Olivia replied, her tone implying she wasn't seriously annoyed but more enjoying the current situation.
“Oh, please, please, please” Tara was begging now and it was Olivia’s turn to be driven wild. Here she was sat on the very thing that the beautiful and desperate woman in front of her so desperately needed.
“Please? I cant hold it any more”
“I think you can wait a couple more minutes.”
But that turned out to be wrong. Even as Olivia finished speaking she could see a wet patch form on Tara’s dark underwear. Hard to notice, but the telltale shimmer of wetness running over the fabric was easy for a trained eye to notice.
“Oh….Fuck” Tara said quietly. throwing her hands between her legs. Another burst of pee escaped Tara, this time running down her legs as her underwear failed to contain it
“Ok I think…..” Olivia was interrupted by Tara suddenly moving towards her. She quickly sat on Olivia, straddling her and pressing her body tightly against Olivia as the pee rained out of her body and into the toilet beneath them. Her sigh of relief interrupted as Olivia planted her lips to Tara’s and the pair of them started to kiss passionately, Tara still peeing through her underwear and between Olivia's spread legs. The two intertwined as they pulled each other closer and began making out. The heat of the situation unbearable for the two women as their hands began exploring each others body. Two minutes later Tara had finished peeing and while they were still in the throes of another desire, Olivia broke off the kiss.
“Do you think we should get back to our table now?”
“Oh come on, I think we can take another couple of minutes” Tara said still kissing Olivia on the neck and face, desperately trying to keep it going.
“No…come on….I am enjoying teasing you. Working you up” she said tweaking one of Tara’s nipples and making her moan into her chest. “But, we should get back….its fun to keep you waiting in more than one way”
Sighing and clearly sexually frustrated after their steamy make out session, Tara finally got off Olivia. Making themselves presentable in the mirror they returned to their table, their faces burning as they past the other patrons. Not that any of them seemed even the slightest interest in the two of them leaving the ladies.
“So….you put a diuretic in my drink?”
“Yeah I know…..I couldn’t help myself. Like I said im really sorry”
“Don’t be….it was kind of hot, although next time just ask me. Where did you get them from anyway?”
“Oh….I….well I used to take them when I was a teenager as a dieting thing. Read about it online and you know what its like trying to impress the boys….or girls.”
“yeah, that can’t have been healthy for you though, are they safe” Olivia asked
“Yes, well in moderation. I probably used them too much….but for a different reason.” Tara's face flushed red again, despite Olivia being well aware of what she meant.
“You mean to make you desperate to pee?”
“Yes I mean making me desperate to pee, what else would there be Olivia” Tara said sarcastically.
“It wasn’t why I got them originally but you could say its how I got into this fetish. Soon I wasn’t using them for dieting but sexual pleasure, and like every horny teenager I used them way too much."
“So do you still have them?, do you ever take them now? Olivia asked, her interest peaked.
“Well, I do sometimes when I am really in the mood or if im with someone”
“Do you have them on you” Olivia asked slyly
“Uh yeah….” Tara took a small packet of tablets out of her purse. They just looked like paracetamol or any other tablet. Reading the back it clearly stated the safe dosage and effectiveness, one tablet every 4 hours but at least 8 hours before going to bed. So if she was given one at lunchtime, that was more than 6 hours ago, so the effects should have stopped by now.
Pouring two large glasses of water from the last of the pitcher she handed a glass Tara who had a slightly confused look on her face. She new Olivia was up to something.
Popping two of the tablets out of the packet Olivia held out one to Tara, raising an eyebrow.
“Wait, I don’t know….like they are pretty strong and we are in public” she said glancing around her.
“Hey, you gave me one earlier and I nearly wet myself right here about 10 minutes ago if you remember. And now you get to make it up to me”
“Well, shit” Tara replied taking the small tablet. “Karma is a bitch”
“A sexy desperate one” Olivia replied giggling as they both took their tablets and downed some water to cover their horrible taste.
“so now what, we just wait?” Tara asked
“We wait, have some fun and I make sure you keep drinking” She said, topping off Tara’s half empty glass.
“You are going to make me regret this aren’t you?” Tara half jokingly asked.
“Yes….but I’ll make it up to you later” Olivia said, patting her still empty bladder
“Speaking of, I’ll be right back”
Olivia returned a couple of minutes later.
“You have got to be kidding me, Olivia you cant expect us to drink all this”
Olivia was carrying a tray containing 4 large pitchers of liquid, beginning to lay them on the table between them.
Ignoring Tara’s comment Olivia continued to put them down
“We have, one Punk IPA pitcher, then whatever special craft ale he said they had, it looked like it had apples and lime on the picture, this is pear cider and finally this is just lemonade so we don’t get too drunk”
“I think im more worried about drowning than getting drunk at this point” Tara joked.
“We can totally do this. Plus im right there with you, and we are not going anywhere until all of this is drunk. So...” she said pouring a glass of beer for each other them. “Cheers!”
“im so going to regret this….but this had to be one of the hottest things we have done yet. So Cheers”
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Two hours later the pair of brunettes had demolished their food and more than half the drink. As such, their bladders were starting to pay the price as their supercharged kidneys forced the alcohol through their bodies at breakneck speed. The desperation had set in quickly and now both were sat with the legs tightly crossed, bobbing them around under the table. Tara looked like she was in real trouble to Olivia, she had started sweating about half an hour ago, a sure sign that her body was going to great efforts to contain her bulging bladder. Olivia was in desperate need too, but the last 5 weeks had greatly increased her capacity and she was loving the feeling of it combined with the site of her desperate lover across the table. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sheer erotic nature of everything making her do it but leaning over the table she grabbed the half full pitcher and poured the rest of it into her and Tara’s glasses. She was playing a dangerous game but she was loving it too much.
“Olivia…I cant, im so desperate right now.” Tara almost whimpered as waves of pressure overcame her.
“You know the deal, we cant leave until we finish all of these” Olivia responded
“I cant, I just cant Olivia... Im seriously about to piss myself right now. She hissed. "That diuretic we took is crazy strong and my bladder is so bloated." Lifting her shirt Olivia could see she was right, it was pressing inches out of her slim body, a thought that made Olivia wet with anticipation.
“Wow, that’s big, you are not lying.” Olivia craved to touch it, to gently press and watch as Tara fought to contain herself. Her daydream doing nothing to stop her body responding to the sexy scenes.
“But….you seem to be doing better than me” Tara said, which was true although Olivia wouldn’t say she was doing well.
“So, whats your point?”
“How about, if you really want me to drink all of this, you have to have two glasses for every one that I drink? Otherwise I don’t think I’ll made it out of here dry." Tara said, still clutching at herself.
“Wait, you want me to drink twice as much as you?”
“Yes, because I know you can hold it so much better than me, and it would drive me crazy to know you were drinking that much because of me…..which I will also make sure to repay you for later tonight” Tara said with a wink.
“Well…I suppose, I know I can hold more. But If I do this, you have to do something for me and I still haven’t totally forgiven you for the trick you pulled at work”
“Ok….what do I have to do?”
“I don’t know, you will just owe me a favour”
Tara’s bladder pulsed painfully inside her, signalling just how close she was to disaster and making up her mind for her “Ok, Ok, what ever but can we do this quickly.”
Olivia smiled, picking up her glass she ignored the shouts of protest from her bladder as she started to chug the beer quickly. It was driving her mad chugged drink after drink, feeling her stomach and bladder swell out more and more as each second passed. Sitting opposite she was in awe of how tightly Tara was crossing her legs, breathing heavily as she forced more liquid into her body which was well beyond its normal capacity. Olivia could feel her body reacting to Tara’s desperate dance, she watched as she squirmed in her seat, rocking her torso slightly as the need to pee escalated within her. Tara’s skirt riding up and revealing her upper legs, tensing rhythmically as she fought wave after wave of desperation. Each moment that passed as she drank slowly felt like an eternity to both of them. Despite her protests, Olivia could see Tara’s nipples again, she was clearly enjoying this. Being forced to drink more and more even as her bladder fought her for control, it was almost like she was being dominated by Olivia, who also hadn’t broken eye contact the whole time.
Olivia was right, the current situation was making Tara wet between her legs, but not with pee. Writhing in her seat she couldn’t help but feel overcome with lust, as Olivia watched her squirm in her seat forcing her to drink. She was about to explode and yet she kept drinking to satisfy her lovers demands and up the ante for the both of them. The more she drank the more Olivia drank and while she might be close to peeing herself right now, she knew that in the long run Olivia would be too. She was counting the drinks, double for Olivia and she had to have drunk far more than her already today, a thought that made her full of sexual anticipation for the desperate show that she knew was going to happen when all this drinking caught up to the still confident looking women opposite. Tara had noticed the subtle signs, crossing her legs tightly, foot tapping and even the occasional squeeze of her crotch, she was desperate and soon Olivia would be pissing herself just like she was trying not too. The mental image of Olivia peeing forcefully in her work slacks made her moan involuntarily.
Clutching her bulging stomach Olivia could feel the pressure mounting inside her as she kept drinking. If they didn’t leave soon she was really starting to worry that both of them wouldn’t make it home dry. Finally she looked at the pitcher, just 1 glass left. Reaching over to grab it and pour it for herself she was surprised when the sweating Tara shook her head.
“No….ill take that last one”
“Are you sure, you have had a lot?” Olivia asked, it was her turn to be concerned.
“Its ok,” she pored the contents into her glass.
“But this means you still owe me two more glasses” Tara said pointing to the half full pitcher of water still sittingon the table
“Wait what, you cant be serious? I could have just finished that and we could have left”
“I am, and you could have. But this is more fun” she said smiling and sliding the pitcher towards Olivia. Tara knew she was in trouble, but her desire to fill Olivia up even more overpowered her common sense.
Locking eyes Olivia could sense the sheer lust and desire radiating out of Tara. They were as desperate for each other touch as they were the bathroom. Their libidos un checked she was sure that if they were alone they would already be ripping each others clothes off right here right now. Maintaining eye contact Olivia didn’t pour another glass, instead she grabbed the whole jug and lifted it to her lips and started chugging. Water pouring down her throat, some spilling around the sides of her mouth as she drank. Her body kept telling her to stop but it was being overpowered as she stared into Tara’s eyes and kept chugging out of the massive container.
Tara almost came when she realised what Olivia was doing, her eyes going cross eyed as she felt an orgasm build within her. Without touching herself just like last month she could feel it, the pleasure radiating out of her womanhood which was currently threatening to overwhelm her as she watched the show Olivia was putting on. Each second she watched her drink and drink never looking away from Tara, who was now in real danger, if she had an orgasm she was defiantly going to pee herself. Stifling a moan she tried to control her breathing, but that only slowed and didn’t stop the waves of pleasure. Finally Olivia finished chugging and Tara managed to stop herself from going over the edge, but she was so close, even the slightest of touches in the wrong place would threaten to throw her over the edge.
“Holy shit….I almost came” She said breathlessly. Closing her eyes trying to regain some more composure.
“Really” Olivia laughed. “Well, im glad you enjoyed my show. Now lets get out of here before that catches up with me”
Tara stood with effort, grasping herself she felt her muscles tremble within her, threatening to let her bladders contents out at any second. She grabbed herself, “Fuck, not yet" she moaned, commanding her body to obey as she bore down on her muscles and clamped her legs together. After coming so close to an orgasm moments ago she felt the same feeling building within her once again. Her hand buried her crotch sending waves of pleasure by simply pressing on her crotch. This was the most desperate she could ever remember being in her life, but it seemed that her need to pee was now directly linked with her arousal. Any and all touches sending simultaneous waves of pleasure and pain throughout her entire body. She could feel her legs becoming weak.
“No No…not in here” Olivia said, grabbing her arm and almost marching the desperate Tara out of the building.
“Shit, I don’t think I can make it to your place, in fact I don’t think I can make it anywhere” Tara almost cried. Breathing shallow, her face red and sweating with effort as the two of them stood on the pavement.
“Well, I have some bad news, it seems the city is grid locked”
“What!” Tara said loudly, looking around for the first time Olivia was right. They were surrounded by bumper to bumper traffic.
“Oooh god Olivia what are we going to do” A look of anguish now on the brunettes flushed face.
“Tara, we are going to walk and you are going to keep your bladder contained” She commanded. Olivia didn’t know if it would work, but she really wanted to get Tara back home in her current state and have some fun with her in the privacy of her room.
“Ok, but can we please go to mine, its closer. Its like 10 minutes away” Tara asked, her jaw clenched shut as she spoke.
“Sure, but you will have to tell me how to get there”
“Cross the road and through the park. There is a coffee stand at the other end and we go left at it and then we should be almost there”
Olivia had to almost drag the desperate Tara across the street, each step sending shock waves through the two ladies bladders as they fought desperately to keep their clothes dry. High heels had been a bad choice to wear today, Olivia knew something like this was going to happen tonight but figured it would be a lot later in the night than this. The diuretics had sped up the nights desperation considerably, it wasn't even dark yet.
A couple of minutes later Olivia had to stop in her tracks and put a hand between her legs as the desperation peaked for a moment. The extra exertion of pulling Tara along taking its toll. Closing her eyes and clenching any and every muscles that would respond to her, she could feel her bladder tremble inside her abdomen but it was still obeying her. Although after 6 weeks of this, she knew that feeling all to well and it meant she was close to the end.
“Olivia….I…..” a pitiful whimper escaped from Tara who was trailing behind her slightly. Eyes closed and legs tightly crossed she had both hands pressing against her crotch. The bulge in her abdomen clear even through her loose shirt. The sight of just how desperate Tara was, as well as her own current state was too much for Olivia, she suddenly felt light headed and desperately tried to control her heart rate that was climbing quickly. She needed to be the calm one or neither would make it home with the bladders still full.
“Olivia…” Tara whimpered again, causing Olivia to almost faint, this had to be the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. To hear a beautiful and desperate woman whimper her name on the edge of a public accident, it was too much. The night of foreplay and watching each other get desperate had put them both on the edge.
Stepping closer to her, Olivia kissed her on the lips softly. It lasted just a moment but it seemed to last an eternity for Tara who was still writhing in desperation. She was breathless, her muscles trembling and legs shaking from her desperate need to pee and sexual frustration. The bulge in her abdomen was clearly touching something sensitive inside her, each step putting weight on it and sending massive waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Even with just her hands pressed to her crotch she could feel her body’s pleasure rising again.
“Come on lets go” Olivia said, almost breathless as her own body responded to the scene in front of it. She watched as Tara remained rooted to the spot, writhing in desperation.
“I can’t I’ll piss myself, or cum im not sure anymore which one is worse anymore” Tara convulsed again, letting out a moan as another wave of pleasure and pain filled her body.
“Come on you can do this, its just a few more minutes” Despite the motivation Olivia could see that Tara’s whole body was trembling with effort, she really was just moments away from peeing herself in the middle of the park. Olivia was desperate to get her home, she longed to touch her, to hold her close and…
“Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit…Oooh” Tara moaned loudly, balling her hands into fists and crushing them into her crotch. A single drop of pee rolled down her slender legs.
“Oh, no…. its coming” she whimpered again, this time doubling over in pain as a small river of pee shot out from between her clenched muscles. Splattering against the ground noisily.
“Oh no, Olivia... you have to help me” she looked at her, pleading with her eyes that showed her true panic at the situation.
“What do you want me to do, you can do this Tara. Just hold on a few more minutes” She tried to motivate her again, but she knew it was futile.
Another groan escaped between Tara’s pursed lips, her bloated bladder now burning. It had felt the first moments of release and it was fighting hard to do it again. Olivia, couldn’t take it any more, she couldn't watch this happen, she had to feel Tara against her.
Stepping forwards she placed a hand against Tara’s still buried in her crotch. The extra pressure forcing the pleasure to double in an instant, making Tara moan again, this time in sheer pleasure.
Realising just how public this was did nothing to stop either woman, but putting a hand on Tara's shoulder she guided the desperate woman off the main path and behind some trees. She had wanted to get Tara home but there was no chance of that happening, she knew that but she just couldn’t control her lust for the young brunette anymore. She stood there hunched over and legs wet with the pee she had already failed to contain, her tights reflecting the light of the liquid for all to see.
Coming up behind Tara again, she placed a hand on her face, turning it to kiss passionately while her other hand slowly made its way down to Tara’s crotch. In response Tara removed her hands from between her scissoring legs. The momentary loss of support leading to another spurt of pee shooting out from between her legs, a sudden hiss as it instantly forced its way through her underwear and tights. Olivia quickly put her hand back where Tara’s had been and pressed hard, a louder moan escaped Tara. Her underwear was so wet, Olivia was in heaven. she started to slowly rub her hand against Tara, while groping one of her breasts with the other. Olivia could still feel Tara clenching her muscles as she still fought to contain her distended bladder.
“Do you have to pee” Olivia said hungrily into her ear.
“Yes” Tara whimpered quietly, her muscles burning in effort.
Olivia pulled her closer, forcefully pressing her body against Tara, longing to feel her hot sweaty body against hers.
“Or do you want to come?”, she started moving her hand faster, rubbing against Tara’s black satin panties. A lustful and desperate moan escaped Tara’s lips, despite being hidden from view anyone on the path could defiantly have heard that. Part of Olivia would find it even hotter if someone was to walk in on their depraved act in a public park. She just couldn’t handle this, her body was burning up.
Not getting a response from Tara, she made up her mind for her.
“I want you to come for me Tara”
“Oh god” Tara’s mouth opened wide, but any moan seemed to catch in her throat.
“Come for me Tara” Olivia commanded again, her hand moving quicker and harder against the brunette.
“Shit” Tara chocked, her breathing becoming harder and harder as her orgasm built, heightened by her desperate need to pee and their public surroundings.
Olivia pressed her body harder against the younger woman, squeezing the two of them together. Her own bladder pulsing at the added weight and causing pleasure to shoot through her body as well. Her face contorted by lustful desire, she had to have this.
“Oh shit… im gonna come” Tara whimpered as Olivia felt both their bodies getting hotter as Tara convulsed into her.
“Come for me Tara” Olivia said huskily, playfully biting Tara on the neck while squeezing one of her breasts and pressing hard on her crotch with the other. Tara was now Gyrating against her hand, forcing her body to press harder on Olivia’s hand. Sweat was soaking through her thin shirt and running off her tired and abused body.
“Yes…yes…yes…Oh god” Olivia could feel Tara’s body start to tremble against hers, this time with pure pleasure as she ground her hand into it.
“I want you to come Tara”
“FUCK!..., im gonna…..im gonnna” Tara’s mouth agape as her eyes rolled back into her head. Pleasure taking control of her completely.
“Now pee for me” Olivia commanded, unsure If even register before the world collapsed for Tara. She was overcome by a mind blowing orgasm as Olivia still ground her hand roughly against her. Pee burst forward out of her, only heightening the pleasure she was experiencing. It thundered out of her as Olivia still pressed against her, the wetness spreading against her legs as Olivia’s hand was still grinding her pussy. The loud hiss of the pee only covered by the panting and heavy breathing both women were making, intertwined as Tara came harder than she had ever done before in her life. Knees bucking wildly as if trying to fuck Olivia’s hand even harder, her head was in a haze. “Fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk” she yelled as the waves of pleasure continued to sweep through her body. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire as it convulsed, overwhelmed by the sensations of everything that was happening to it. Pee still sprayed out of her, drenching her satin panties and spraying everywhere due to the sheer force her bladder was emptying itself against Olivia's hand.
Olivia was pressing herself hard against Tara, her hand gripping Tara’s pussy hard and masturbating the beautiful woman. As Tara started to cum, she felt the pee burst through her hand. “Fuck” she breathed to herself, this was by far the most erotic thing she had ever done. She could feel her pulse race as she pulled the younger woman into her tightly and still she ground her hand into her womanhood. She could feel Tara’s heart rate explode within her chest, her breathing ragged as the orgasm overcame her. Olivia wasn’t far behind, the sheer sexual nature of what she was doing to Tara driving her mad with lust, turning her lover into putty in her hands as she pissed herself was almost too much. As she pulled Tara tight against her, she could feel the extra strain on her bladder as their hot burning bodies pressed together. She wanted nothing more than to let the desperate piss out right now and cum, joining Tara in her eternal bliss. But she couldn’t do that, if she could hold it she would and it would make it all the hotter later on tonight. Imagining what would happen later made her even wetter with arousal, her hand started moving quicker again against Tara as if masturbating herself through the other woman,
Tara’s body was still shaking as she felt Olivia pick up the pace on her pussy again. Still she peed, the diuretic had pumped her bladder so full of liquid it was taking an age to empty. Her orgasm was still happening too, it had been more than 20 seconds, the longest orgasm of her life as the pleasure still didn’t abate at all as her piss rushed through her body. Olivia’s new found passion did nothing to help, each new rub of her now so sensitive organ sending renewed waves of pleasure throughout her body. “Please…..” she whispered out, unable to speak louder than a mouse. Her eyes still closed as her body went onto its tip toes, back arching as her orgasm continued. “Fuck….” She whined as Olivia continues her rubbing, playing with the young woman and showing no mercy. “Oh god!” Her body bucked wildly again as her legs spasmed, pressing her even tighter into Olivia's grip. Even tough the pleasure hadn’t reduced it felt to her as if she was starting to come all over again. “Fuck…..Fuck……Fuck” she was still whimpering in pure pleasure. Tara’s legs spasmed wildly once more as her pleasure peaked again as she almost blacked out, her exhausted body unable to take it any more as she sank to her knees. Now crouched panting and still cumming she was surrounded by the massive puddle of pee she was still adding too. The floor now so wet, the sound of water falling into water had replaced the thudding noise of it falling onto the ground.
Olivia could feel Tara start to cum again, before her body fell out of her grasp, sinking slowly to the floor. She looked at the exhausted and pleasure filled beauty in front of her. Her hair matted and sticking to her sweat drenched skin as she still peed. Her once nice clothes bedraggled and dishevelled after her intense desperation and orgasms. Fuck, she wanted to cum so badly.
Finally after another 30 seconds the loud hiss coming from Tara stopped as her bladder was finally empty. Yet Tara still crouched there, panting heavily with her eyes shut. The world still black to her, as she opened her eyes to look at the still foggy world she could see Olivia with both hands between her legs again.
“Holy Shit Olivia...”
"Im so wet right now, in both ways" She panted.
Finally after regaining the strength in her legs she stood slowly. Looking at the massive puddle she couldn’t believe shad had held so much.
“We need to get home now, because now I have two needs that we need to sort out” Olivia said, a lustful, a dominant look in her eyes once again.
Clutching her severely overextended bladder she started to walk back to the path with the still cum drunk and dazed Tara following.
Six minutes later the pair barged through Tara’s front door, already lip locked and clawing at each other. Olivia tore Tara’s shirt off, revealing she was right, she hand’t worn a bra today. This exposed Tara’s chest perfectly as she grabbed one of her breasts and started suck on it, their mouths taking a break from each other as they backed into the room. Breathless despite just having an orgasm Tara’s sexual appetite returned almost instantly. Guiding Olivia to her bed, she pushed her backwards onto it.
“OOOH, SHIT” Olivia yelled in pain.
“Oh, no im sorry was there something on the bed”
“No, but that almost broke my bladder, I really need to piss Tara”
Tara’s legs went weak again, but this time it was her moment to move in. placing one knee between Olivia's legs to stop them closing she knelt above her, grabbing Olivia's belt and popping it open while kissing her firmly. Without looking she slowly undid Olivia’s shirt, moving onto her trousers all the while maintaining their locked lips as Olivia writhed in desperation beneath her. Olivia’s chest rising and falling as she panted, struggling to breath between the kisses and exertion of her body.
Finally looking down to pull her own pants off, Tara was shocked at the sheer size of Olivia’s bladder. She looked almost 7 months pregnant, the litres of pee pumped through her body and into a bladder that now stuck massively out of her slender frame.
"Oh god you are so full, how are you holding this much."Tara exclaimed.
“Shut up and Fuck me!” was Olivia's response.
Tara's awestruck nature instantly replaced with raw erotic desire again, she tore the remaining clothes off both of them leaving them naked on her bed. Her hunger growing as she looked down at the whale of a bladder that was in front of her. Watching as the slim and beautiful Olivia laid on her bed battling with a bladder that was almost as big as a melon. She had to have her, right now. She quickly laid onto of Olivia, compressing her lovers bladder as she moved a hand to begin stroking Olivia.
“AAAAH!” a scream shot out as the pressure within Olivia more than doubled, the added weight of Tara almost causing her to pass out in pain and pleasure simultaneously, feeling a hand against her crotch brought her back, only the pleasure remaining.
Her scream did nothing but drive Tara wild, now pressing her body against Olivia she could heel the heat of her bladder against her and all the muscles tensing rhythmically in her thighs,
“Oh god you are do wet” Her hand had been met with glistening skin, but she was sure Olivia hadn’t leaked. Tara pressed her hand harder and moved it quicker as she locked lips with the writhing woman beneath her. Olivia’s body was swaying from side to side as if trying to throw her off her full to the brim bladder.
“I….” was all Olivia could get out breathlessly between Tara's lips. She could feel a wave of pleasure building inside her, her body burning and trembling with delight as Tara pressed harder against her. She had never felt like this before and it just kept building. It felt as if her whole body was about to explode, not just her bladder which was still crying out for relief.
“Im…..” she tried again. Her body demanding release of two kinds, it was driving her crazy. A stabbing pain shot through the pleasure radiating out of her bladder. She groaned loudly into Tara’s mouth.
Feeling Olivia moan into her was making Tara heat up all over again. Taking her hand she slowly inserted a finger into Olivia who arms shot out and crabbed the bed as her back arched. A hiss filled the room for a moment as pee leaked out of her. Tara felt her fingers instantly gripped with a vice like force trapping them where they were inside Olivia. It felt like nothing neither of them had experienced before. Olivia so desperate to pee, having just leaked but now being filled with someone else's fingers was feeding her growing pleasure.
Despite the grip Tara managed to bend her finger, something that made Olivia instantly shout in pleasure
“OH SHIT” Olivia cried out as her body bucked against Tara’s. She could see stars as she instantly became light headed. The pleasure in her body almost unbearable as Tara accidentally found her G spot. She clamped her legs together around Tara's hand, the pleasure spike causing her muscles to spasm inside her. “Oh shit” she whispered gain, her eyes closed in concentration as she fought to contain her bladder.
Tara wasn’t far behind her, despite desperately wanting to get Olivia off and give her the most mind bending orgasm ever, she just couldn’t handle what was going on. Her other hand quickly moving to her own crotch and she started to slowly grind against it. Now she too was panting and sweating from arousal, the two women's bodies glistening with sweat as they wrestled with desire. Tara wanted to go faster, she knew she was only moments away from having another incredible orgasm but she more than that she wanted them to orgasm together, at the same time.
Olivia felt like she was about to burst at any moment, her compacted bladder shaking as she started to grind into Tara’s hand. Opening her eyes she could see Tara was fingering herself now too, god it was so hot to watch her pleasure herself. Despite her current situation she couldn’t help but still play with her mentally.
Oh god, I feel like im about to explode Tara, im so full”
It wasn't a lie, but It had the desired effect as she saw the slim woman's body start to convulse again. Just the sentence had almost sent Tara over the top, her body starting to cum without her permission. She fought it every step of the way, just stopping short of an actual orgasm as she edged herself. Gasping in effort she added another two fingers into Olivia, returning the favour and watching the squirming woman's chest rise and fall as she panted in pleasure.
“Fuck…I cant” Another spurt of pee escaped Olivia’s tortured body, hitting Tara’s legs. The feeling was unbelievable, Olivia couldn’t take this any longer she had to come. No more playing games, she grabbed Tara’s hand and forced it deeper inside her. Tara was now pushing her hand in before removing it almost entirely, a move she had learned from Olivia to maximise pleasure.
“Yes!” Olivia moaned, her body shaking and pulsing all over. Tara’s finger penetrating her deeply and causing wave after wave of pleasure to overcome her, each time she pulled out the desperation would replace the pleasure, with nothing to help her hold it in. She was in a constantly shifting state of pleasure and pain, another spurt of pee forced its way past her muscles and sprayed against Tara’s hand.
Tara shifted her position, now ling entirely on Olivia, she could feel the bladder pulse beneath her in response. A near constant leak started to escape Olivia as she moaned in effort and pleasure of controlling her body. Tara leaned in again as they kissed passionately, both women moaning and panting into each others mouths.
Olivia was on fire, pulses of pain and pleasure erupting throughout her body, Tara brushed her G spot again causing her to spray piss across the bed at her, pleasure overwhelming her in what felt like an instant miniature orgasm.
“Im gonna!” Olivia shouted as more fireworks went off in her head Her body thrusting upwards into the air as her back arched, lifting Tara off the bed and putting almost all the weight of her on Olivia’s bladder. It screamed at her as it finally burst forwards, unable to take no more.
“Im cumming!” she yelled into the room as her orgasm started. Waves of more intense pleasure than she had felt in her life encapsulated her body as she came, simultaneously starting to piss full force onto Tara. Her body convulsed still trusting into the air as Tara rode her bladder. Tara continued to finger her through the torrent of piss, causing wave after wave of never ending pleasure to wash over Olivia.
Tara was right behind her, now grinding her bare pussy directly against Olivia's bulging bladder. As Olivia arched her back raising her off the bed slightly the added pressure against her caused Tara's pleasure to peak at the same time. Desperately rubbing herself against Olivia she Came, her head falling back, “Fuck meeeee!” she moaned in pleasure as the Beautiful women came together.
Despite her head being filled with still orgasmic clouds of haze she could feel Tara’s pussy spasming against her bare skin, something else that was causing her cum. Her orgasm and Piss continuing unabated, it seemed impossible to her but both were seemingly still increasing in force. Every moment caused her bladder to be crushed under the weight of Tara and her organising body, it felt like all her muscles were contracting inside her. The orgasm shaking her body to its core and destroying her mind as Olivia's eyes rolled back and she finally let her body explode in pleasure.
She was overcome with a feeling far more intense than anything she thought possible. She couldn’t even shout or speak, instead just short abrasive noises and whimpering noises escaped her as she found pure ecstasy. Her pee still thundering out of her abused bladder, while her body shook and convulsed. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she finally collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily. It took a while but finally she returned back to the room, the naked Tara led beside her, covered in her pee and sweat. Her second orgasm apparently tiring her out, she was asleep on her now drenched bed.
Olivia could hardly believe what she had just felt, her body was still peeing although she was now too numb to notice. She went to pick up her head, but her body was just to exhausted to manage even that. Staring up at the ceiling she somehow fell into a restful sleep.
…….
Tara woke slowly, it was only just light outside as the morning sun shone through her blinds. Still groggy from the night before it took a few moments before she heard the hiss coming from beside her and felt the immense pressure within her.
Stifling a moan she doubled over clutching her massively bloated bladder. Apparently the rest of the liquid from last night had made it through her system in the night. She was moments from exploding, how had she not woken up earlier with this pain. How had Olivia not done so either, clutching her bladder the hissing noise registering in her brain again. Looking beside her Olivia was peeing forcefully in her sleep, still led on her back Tara could easily see her giant bladder releasing itself, it was just as big as last night and yet she slept soundly.
Tara couldn’t help it again, there was just something about this woman that drove her crazy. Instantly wet with arousal she began to masturbate, watching Olivia pee herself. The warmth of her pee had coated the bed again, dripping onto the floor and pooling across the room. Despite their passionate night just a few hours earlier she was wetter than ever as she fingered herself. Quickly she rolled onto her stomach and bladder, facing down on the bed, it doubled the pressure and she started to leak almost instantly. Clenching her muscles but still allowing her fingers slide in and out it took mere moments for her to cum again. Screaming in pleasure into her pillow she bucked wildly as she pissed herself again. Her pee joining the massive and still growing puddle soaking into her bed. Sighing and relaxing her body sagged into the wet and warm mattress, she relished the feeling of it against her naked skin.
She really needed to get some protective sheets if Olivia was going to come around more often she thought to herself as she drifted back off to sleep, still peeing.
1 day to go
despite their love of a full bladder, both Tara and Olivia had taken it easy over the last week in preparation for the rematch. They were both all to aware of the impact a long hold can have on a bladder and Olivia wanted to be on tip top fighting condition. Even though they couldn't practice their desperation, their sex life had continued as it had before, leading to them staying over at Olivia's against last night.
"Good morning Tara" she said, still naked from the night before but drying her hair with a towel. Tara felt kind of sad to have missed the chance to shower with her, but after realising what day it was she couldn't help but get excited.
"So today's the day then" She responded
"Yeah, cant wait to get it started"
"You worried about it at all?"
"No, well...Im kind of worried about having an orgasm on live TV" Olivia joked.
"Oh...go, why do you always do this to me" Tara said, lying back in bed and covering her face with a pillow.
"What...cant handle the idea of me standing their being pumped fuller and fuller with water. No control over it as me and 5 other women get desperate and then piss ourselves on live TV?"
"Yes...." was all Tara responded through the pillow.
Olivia laughed, ripping the pillow away from Tara. "Come on, you need to get ready"
"Yeah, I guess I should"
"Oh and maybe finger yourself in the shower, cant have you cumming in the crowd either"
"Geeeez..." Tara exclaimed loudly "And I thought I was the crude one"
"What can I say, your RUBBING OFF, on me"
Groaning at the Pun, Tara went into the shower and a few minutes later the loud moans from the bathroom told Olivia she had taken her advice, but it did nothing for her state of mind.
Getting dressed she picked out a nice figure hugging tight black leather dress. Despite being tight to begin with she was sure it still had enough flexibility to let her bladder grow, while also clinging to it and hopefully driving Tara crazy in the crowd.
Picturing Tara watching her, Olivia wasn't sure if she wanted to do this because of the money or simply because of Tara. Either way she was going to go for broken and last as long as possible just like last time. But this time she would win, assuming the idiots that cost her victory last time didn't make the same mistake.
They were the first ones to arrive a the film studio, their excitement getting the better of their timings. Walking around for a little bit outside they made small talk. before a staff member appeared and took Olivia inside. Since only contestants were allowed inside Tara waved her goodbye and went to the audience entrance.
Amanda was the next to arrive, the pair made small talk about what they had been up too since the last show. Olivia chose to leave the bladder bursting sex out of it, talking more about her job. Despite the anticipation she still felt slightly tired, the rampant sex making of the last week catching up to her. After telling Amanda she was going to grab a coffee she was surprised to see the other woman joining her. Amanda seemed extremely confident for someone who didn't even make the top three last time.
A short while later the other contestants arrived and they were ushered onto the stage, the game was about to start and Olivia found herself strangely longing to be the weakest link.
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Thank you or reading again. I hope you all enjoyed the second half of Olivia's "Training" if you can even call it that.
Next up is our last contestant and the winner of the games Alex!
It should be back to a bit more of a "normal" chapter with her. So to anyone who isn't a massive fan of this style of things sorry, but It was fun to write and hopefully the next one will be back to your liking. |
Here is the next chapter, it took a bit longer to finish up than I planned.
Like with Olivia I've decided to split this in two parts as well.
Share the love between our two finalists from the quiz.
Chapter 14: Plane sailing (Alex, Part 1.)
Alex was amazed she had won, she had beaten off the competition of Olivia and the other women by just seconds. It had been hard for her mentally and physically, but she had done it. A constant need to pee and incessant cramping for 24 hours after the show made her realise just how far she had pushed her body. Almost 6 litres of water had been contained within her bladder, a feat that should have been impossible for anyone.
Despite the misery of the 24 hours after, it had started to sink in that she had won and won big. £21,180 was more money than she had ever had in one go and from one nights work! Yes It had been sheer agony, but that just made her even more determined to enjoy the money. So, less than 48 hours after the win, she had already come up with the perfect plan of how to spend it and was putting it into motion.
2 months in Australia for her and her 3 best friends, it was going to be amazing! They had been talking about this plan for years, but money, work and other priorities had seen it pushed back again and again. But this time, there were not excuses since she was going to pay for the travel, the other three just had to have enough to eat, drink and have fun. An arrangement that they all quickly agreed to.
6 weeks to go until the rematch
Just 5 days after winning, Alex was pulling up to Heathrow Airport ready to start her adventure, she couldn’t help but smile as she caught sight of the front doors through the taxi windows. A big clock on the entrance showed it was now 6.45am, the early flight was the only non-stop flight she could find and while it was early it would save so much hassle. Alex was sure to get to the airport early enough to be the first here and meet the girls when they arrived, taking a selfie at the Quantas airline poster she shared it in their holiday group. A flurry of excited emoji’s followed, it seemed all her friends were just as excited as she was.
The first to arrive was Carla, the pair of them had met at university when they were paired together during freshers. Carla had been in her 3rd year and had really helped the newbie Alex find her feet, and the best bars. Carla was 4 years older than Alex having taken a gap year before she started herself, but despite that the two got on like a house on fire right from the start. They had become inseparable and Carla’s confidence had defiantly helped Alex come out of her shell. Spotting each other, the pair of dark brunettes ran across the lobby towards each other, embracing in a much-missed hug, chaotic work schedules had meant it had been a while since they had a good catch up.
“Careful there, you could have given your self a black eye” Alex joked about her friends rather ample breasts that were currently barely contained in a white string vest, paired with some faded denim jeans.
“Oh, You can talk, and you know you love it” Carla replied, grabbing the shorter Alex in a loose headlock. “Besides, if we are going to be stuck on and plane for almost 20 hours gotta let the girls be free”. She said with a slight shake of the torso for added affect.
“Let go of me” Alex laughed, their relationship was much more like sibling rivalry that just friendship. Finally being let go of, Alex stood up again.
“Is that all you have?” pointing at the small suitcase between them.
“Yeah, its Australia, who needs clothes when you can have Bikini’s and flip flops.”
“True, although I hope you have some shoes in there” Alex replied
“I mean” Carla looked down at her feet, wiggling them in her walking boots.
“So flip flops or hiking boots, you really are a women of extremes”
“What can I say” Carla said putting an arm around Alex “Now I need a coffee”
The pair walked off in search of some caffeine, with Carla demanding to pay for their drinks, they came back holding medium americano’s. The number of the prepubescent looking Starbucks cashier scrawled across Carla’s cup.
“I can’t believe he wrote his number on the cup, do you flirt with every man you see”
“if you got it, Flaunt it” Carla said this time shaking her chest more violently at Alex.
“You are going to get us in so much trouble” she responded, looking around for anyone watching.
“What…its an airport im sure they have seen much weirder things”
“No, I meant in Australia”
“Oh….for sure” she winked
Their small talk was interrupted by both their phones vibrating.
“Oh, that’s Megan” Alex said holding up her phone
“And I’ve got Charlie?” Carla said showing her screen too.
Rounding the corner of the lobby they could see the pair of them stood together. It seemed they had met up while they were getting coffee’s. Megan was another brunette although much fairer, while Charlie was the odd one of the bunch with bright blonde hair.
Megan was one of Alex’s friend from school, they had grown up together and while they hadn’t always got along to begin with, once they had spent some time together in secondary school they realised how much they had in common. Apparently including their dress sense, they couldn’t help buy laugh realising they had pretty much worn the exact same outfit. Black Vann’s, loose fitting and multicoloured cotton trousers, paired with a dark green blouse. The only difference seemed to be that Alex’s trousers had black sun icons on while Megan had Black Elephants.
“Awww, isn’t that cute, they match” Carla Joked.
“Twiinnnsssiiees” Charlie said excitedly.
Charlie was one of Carla’s classmates from University too. The pair had been together since day one because everything seemed to be done alphabetically by first names. Thankfully, they were both outgoing enough and became fast friends. A couple of times they had been more than that after a drunken night out, but neither considered each other in that way. Charlie was the tallest of the group, currently wearing a pair of skin tight grey yoga pants and a black tank top, she too was drawing a lot of attention from passer’s by. While her chest was significantly smaller than Carla’s her symmetrical face, athletic build and long legs more than made up for it.
“Long time no see Megan” Carla said hugging her. Thankfully for Alex all four of them had been friends for a few years now, it had felt slightly odd mixing home friends and Uni friends but after a number of nights out and drinking games they were all now just friends and made a formidable foursome.
“So, shall we check in?” Alex asked.
The trip through security was easier than most, the early flight meant that there were not too many other people at the airport. Thankfully, none of the girls found themselves being randomly selected for a patdown, giving them plenty of time in departures.
“So what about breakfast? We have some time” Megan asked once they had all regrouped.
“yes, Im starving. I only just woke up before getting in the cab” Carla replied enthusiastically.
“Starbucks, McDonalds or Burger king?” Alex asked, going off what seemed to be open and around them.
“Starbucks” the four of them said almost simultaneously.
The next hour passed quickly, the four friends catching each other up on their lives of the last year or so since they had all met up. It was amazing how quickly they got back into everything, it felt like had never been apart. Finishing off their coffees and breakfast rolls they stood to make their way to their gate.
Megan caught sight of the sign for bathrooms as they were sorting their carry on's out “Im just going to go and find the Ladies before we board”
“Yeah, I should probably go too, I didn’t get a chance to go this morning”
“You really did just get out of bed and get in the taxi didn’t you Clara” replied Alex. “But its probably not a bad idea, our last chance for a stationary pee”
Boarding the plane a short while later, the four made their way to their seats. Alex had booked them all in a row, she just hoped whoever was the random person joining them wasn’t going to be too bad. As long as they wern't constantly hitting on them, someone with a crying baby, a snorer or about half a dozen other things, Alex would be ok with it. Who knows, it could be a hot guy and she would be the one hitting on him. Although the version of her in her own head had a lot more confidence than she did outwardly.
“Here we go, 32 A to F,” Alex said.
Looking down she was surprised to see the two seats on the right covered with some sort of cardboard covers, were they broken? Her heart was starting to sink, what were they going to do, they couldn’t just take someone else’s seats. Would they be asked to re-book on another flight?
Thankfully a flight attendant appeared, speaking with a heavy Irish accident the green eyed woman apologised.
“Sorry, one of the passengers on the last flight had a bit of an accident.” Looking at the faces of disgust that must have come over the girls and the other passengers nearby she realised her mistake. “Sorry, I mean its been cleaned completely but the seats are still wet. There is a tight turn around on these flights so we haven’t had chance to let it dry. But there is some good news, I’ve been told to upgrade the two who would be sat here to business class.”
“OOH, that’s us!” Charlie said excitedly pointing at her and Alex.
“Well, if you two can follow us I’ll take you to your seats”
“Thank you” Alex replied.
Charlie was a bit less polite to her friends. “See you later peasants” she shouted. It had been aimed at just Megan and Carla, but Alex couldn’t help but burn red with embarrassment as a number of other passengers looked over at the pair of them.
Their new seats were amazing, leg room, inbuilt game consoles and more films than you could possibly want to watch on one flight, even one this long. Alex excitedly flicked through them all, only for the on board safety announcement to replace them on the screen. It was almost time for take off.
....
It had been a while since the plane rumbled off the tarmac back in England. So far Alex had watched the live action remakes of jungle book and Aladin and started to watch the latest star wars film, but there was only so much screen watching you can do in one sitting. Next to her, Charlie had similarly watched a few films but was now using the shopping app to mindlessly surf through the items available to them. A rumble from Alex’s stomach was met almost immediately by the sight of the lunch kart coming towards them.
“Hi ladies, would you like the Chicken, Fish or Vegetarian option today?” The smiling air stewardess asked.
“Um, can I have the vegetarian option please” Alex responded, immediately handed a large tray of food. It looked a lot better than most of the food she’d had in the past on planes. “Ill have the fish please” Her friend responded, also being handed a large tray with what looked like an entire fish on.
“Do you have any drinks?” Charlie asked.
“Yes, we have red and white wine, still or sparkling water and a selection of soda pop’s.”
“How much is the white wine?”
The airstewardess couldn’t help but smile, a real one this time
“In business class the drinks are complementary”
“You mean they are free!” Charlie almost stuttered in excitement about this new revelation.
“Yes, so what would you both like?”
“Can I have a Red wine and a still water please” Alex asked. “Can I have the same actually, and a coke if you have any” Charlie added.
“Yes sure, here are your drinks, enjoy”
Picking up her phone Alex couldn’t help but send a quick photo of her drinks and food to the others. A reply of a rather sad looking plastic tray covered in plastic looking food was sent back with a crying emoji.
Leaning over Alex, Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “Should I feel bad? Because I don’t” she joked. “But can you let me out im going to pop to the toilet.” “Yeah sure" Alex said hopping out of her isle seat. 30 seconds later Charlie came back. “That was quick” Alex responded.
“Yeah, turns out there isn’t a toilet that way.” She said pointing towards the front of the plane. “and the lunch trolly’s are still out, so I’ll just wait till lunch is done. Its not bad I just thought I would go” she said sitting back down in her seat. Alex Knew what she meant, she felt like she could pee but it defiantly wasn’t urgent yet.
As she sat there, her eyes were starting to feel heavy. The excitement of the holiday and early morning meant Alex wasn’t even sure if she got any sleep last night. It didn’t feel like she had led in bed for 7 or more hours, but at the same time she couldn’t remember falling asleep or waking up. Either way checking her watch she was sure she wasn’t going to be able to be much fun on the other end if she didn’t get any sleep now.
Looking at the photo Megan had just added to the chat showed she wasn’t the only one. Carla was now lead across the entire row that they had been upgraded from. Apparently it was now dry enough to let her lie down on and get some sleep.
“This is probably the quietest we will see her all day” Alex joked in the chat. “Although I don’t think im far behind.” #getting old.
“Do you have a travel pillow, I’ve got a spare on me if you want it and some sleeping tablets” Megan was always the prepared one, the girl scout of the group despite being the youngest.
“Amazing, Thank you I forgot my pillow” Alex replied.
“Cool, but you are going to have to come and get them from peasant class if you want them”
Putting her table up she stood up, the tingling in her feet telling her she needed to move a bit more.
“Are you grabbing those things from Megan?” Charlie asked
“Yeah, want me to get you something”
“Can you grab me a sleeping tablet too, I can never sleep on these things”
“Yeah sure”
Passing the toilet that was empty and had no Que Alex decided to make the most of it Locking the door and sitting down she let out the mornings coffee, finding it weird how she was currently peeing several thousand feet in the air, possibly above peoples houses. The realisation kind of weirded her out to think about it too much, shaking the thoughts from her head she flushed and made her way to Megan.
“Hey, how are you guys doing?”
“Well, one of us is sleeping like a baby” Megan said gesturing to the almost dead looking Carla opposite. “Im good, just bored. But here you go” she said handing over the packet of tablets and a pillow. “Thank you, do you need these back” Alex said holding up the tablets. “No its ok, I had a good night’s sleep so im fine.” Alex thanked her and made her way back to her seat. Somehow Charlie had found a pair of blankets and was now snuggled up in one in her chair.
“Here you go” she said handing over the tablets.
“Awesome, thank you. I got you a blanket, I didn’t know if you would want one.”
They both took their tablets, finishing off their water to stop them getting dehydrated from the AC systems moving air around the cabin.
Shortly they both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
....
The sudden rock of the plane woke Alex from her slumber and she became instantly aware of two things. One, it was light outside the plane again and two she had to pee, badly. Gripping herself through her pants she released the seat belt, slowly standing as the bulge in her abdomen made her wince in pain.
“Excuse me mam, the seatbelt sign is on”
Looking up she could see the illuminated symbol, she held up a hand to say sorry and got a nod in response.
Sitting back down she fastened her belt again as the plane lightly rocked. Clutching her bladder she began furiously wiggling her legs, the light fabric rippling with speed. The ambient noise of the plane covering her foot tapping and rustling of her clothes.
Checking her phone it was now 4am back home, no wonder she needed to go she hadn’t been since lunchtime. A realisation that made her tighten her grip on her crotch. Hopefully this turbulence wouldn’t last too much longer, the wine and water was making itself known. Each second that passed seemed to amplify the pressure within her, like the shaking of the plane was causing her to bubble like a soda bottle and she was ready to pop.
It only took 5 minutes for the pressure to become unbearable for her, Alex began to feel her bladder start to pulse and that was a sure sign the end was approaching. Tightly crossing her legs she leaned back against the seat, still bobbing her legs, praying for the light to turn off. Sucking in air through clenched teeth she did her best not to move her bladder at all. Any spike in pressure made her worry about peeing right then and there in the seat. The minutes ticked by as she sat there, uncomfortably rigid, her back sweating fiercely and soaking into the the chair. She could feel it damp against her clammy skin, her eyes fixed on the seatbelt sign looking for any chance she would get to go to the toilets. Even her legs were now still, the shaking started to do more harm than good as her bloated stomach started to bulge into their path, the slight rubbing of her legs against it causing waves of pain to race through her bladder.
Alex felt another spasm, her muscles quivered and her pee raced towards freedom. Bending in her seat she clenched every muscle, but the sudden movement compressed her bladder onto the cold metal buckle of the belt, causing the leak that was just about to be cut off to amplify and shoot out of her. Half a second was all it lasted, but the wet patch between her legs made it feel like she had let out a significant amount, there was no way she could wait any more. Looking up and pressing the call button as she began gyrating in her seat, madly trying to regain any strength in her bladder.
“Hi, how can I help you” The air stewardess asked.
“Im, sorry I really need to use the bathroom” Alex said, blushing as she admitted her need to the stranger in front of her,
“Im sorry, the seat belt sign is on and we are about to start our decent shortly.”
“I’m sorry, its an emergency. I’ve been trying to hold it but I really cant anymore” Alex’s face blushed much deeper, her mind speaking before her pride could cut it off, but it was the truth,
“I’m sorry but im sure you can hold it”
“I cant, I….I’ve already leaked a little bit” She couldn’t make eye contact as she spoke, this had to be one of the most embarrassing things to have happened to her. “If you need me to wave any viability things or whatever, I wont hold you responsible, I just really need to pee and I don’t want to do it in my seat”
The air stewardess's face softened a little as she looked around. Clearly convinced by her words, although the red faced, sweaty mess that was writhing around in front of her should have been enough of a signal. “Ok….but make it quick, and ill have to escort you”
“Oh…thank you” Alex breathed a sigh of relief. Standing quickly she felt another spam, but she desperately didn’t want her to change her mind. Despite the plane being reasonably stable she stumbled to the bathroom, closely followed by the air stewardess.
Opening the door she sat in the tiny room, swiftly removing her damp trousers and soaked underwear. Alex's pee shot of out her with some force, loudly reverberating off the metal toilet. She was sure than anyone and everyone nearby could hear her torrential piss hitting the toilet, but she couldn’t care. 16 hours of pent up pee thundered into the bowl as she relaxed, how her body had managed to sleep with this much inside of it she would never know.
Still peeing, a light knock on the door told her she was taking her time. She tried to clench her muscles and cut off the flow, but they didn’t want too. It took another ten seconds for her to regain control, she sighed having averted a disaster by a matter of moments. She could still feel the need to pee after being cut off mid flow, but she could comfortably hold this a few more hours. In fact it felt no worse than it did when she went at lunch time. Drying her underwear and the back of her top quickly she left the cubicle, noticing the air stewardess slightly red faced outside with one leg pressed into the other.
“Sounded like you really had to go”
The statement made Alex turn bright red, she had been right about sound proofing of the cubicle.
Sitting back at her seat she winced at the warmth of the chair and wet patch under herself.
Switching the screen in front of her back on she looked at the flight plan. Local time was 2.50pm and they were about an hour or so from the airport. Flipping back through the channels she put on the second half of Starwars, hoping to distract herself from the clamminess between her legs.
The film was just reaching its cinematic climax when the screens shut off much to her annoyance. Pressing the power button nothing happened but then an announcement came over the intercom.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be beginning our decent into Sydney in a matter of moments, local time is 4.00pm and the sky is clear. Looks like perfect beach weather, so I’ll do my best to get us down quickly so you can enjoy the Aussie sunset.”
A slight sturr beside her from Charlie made her release she should probably wake her up for landing. Gently shaking her shoulder she did her best to wake her.
“Hey sleepy, were about to land”
After a moment Charlie opened her eyes wide, looking almost as If she was in shock.
“Hey, don’t worry its just me” Alex laughed. “Holy shit Alex you have to move!”
“What?” She replied confused, unsure of who was dreaming right now.
“You have to let me out” Charlie replied hurriedly shuffling her blanket to get it off her.
“But we are….”
"No you don’t understand Im about to piss myself". She said bluntly. Her urgency increasing by the moment, Alex could see the panic in her eyes and watched as Charlie let out a soft moan, gripping herself for a moment between her thighs. This was serious.
“Ok ok ok, im moving.” Alex said, undoing her belt and quickly standing.
“Excuse me, im afraid im going to have to ask you to sit down” The air hostess coming up to them, looking more annoyed this time.
“Oh please, I really need to pee “ Charlie chimed up before Alex could say anything.
“Im sorry, we are about to descend for a landing, im going to have to ask you to stay seated”
“You don’t understand, im about to piss myself” She said slightly too loudly. A woman a few rows behind complaining at the loud use of language.
“Im sorry, but I cant hold it” she whined, her hand forcefully gripping her crotch with all her might.
Looking over Alex could see the unmistakable bulge of an overfilled bladder, pressing out of her tight leggings far enough to move her tank top from her once flat abbs.
"look, im afraid the rules are very clear. A bit of turbulence is one thing but we cant make any exceptions for a landing. Now sit back down please."
“I cant” she sobbed “please…” Tears were forming in her eyes as her face flushed red from exertion. Each second seemed to turn the dial up on her desperation, like her body was still coming out of sleep mode and slowly sending the signals that had been desperately trying to while she was asleep.
“Im sorry I just cant, but if it makes you feel any better we are in the same boat. I need to use the bathroom too but im just going ot have to wait until we land now ok.” The hostess continued.
“You don’t understand, I haven’t peed in 21 hours.” Holy shit Alex thought to herself, 21 hours! How had she lasted this long. She had assumed that Charlie had peed when she went to see Alex.
"Im….im…...im….....” A shot of pee burst through the thick fabric of her yoga leggings, splattering onto the floor between the three of them.
“Ok, let go” The flushed faces stewardess said.
Charlie grabbed the back of the chair with a shaking hand as the pee burst out of her and raced down her legs. “Oh no” She whimpered quietly as the deluge began. A deafening and low pitched hiss filled the plane, audible above the background noise of the plane as it slowly pitched downwards.
“huuuh,” Charlies body rocked as her bladder spasmed, increasing the force her pee was emptying from her, shooting it directly onto Alex’s legs. “Holy shit Charlie” she remarked, backing off from her slightly. But Charlie couldn’t do anything about it. Despite the fact she was currently peeing, her body was still sending signals telling her body that it was well past its capacity and that it needed to empty itself right now. Every few seconds her body would jerk as the pulses of pain and cramps happened again and again as she stood peeing into her now dark grey leggings. The smell of her pee had filled the whole cabin, there was no mistaking it.
The air-host was clearly in trouble too, she now had her legs crossed tightly, silently standing in shock due to what was happening in front of her. The sheer force and amount of liquid splattering onto the ground amazing her. After 30 seconds she came to her senses as the plane dipped down steeply.
“I…I am sorry…but im going to have to ask you both to sit down immediately.”
“I what?” Was Alex’s response, unsure of how to act in the current situation.
“Please sit and ill uh….I’ll get you a towel when we land” she said walking off in direction of her seat at the front.
Still peeing Charlie was just about able to seat herself down, the hissing from her pants only increasing in volume as she sat back in the chair. Currently still shocked and enjoying the sensation and warmth spreading out from between her legs, her pee continued unabated for more than two minutes as she hung her head in shame. Staring at the floor, Charlie watched her massive puddle spread across the floor towards the front of the plane as it pitched down for landing. She felt humiliated, how had this happened, this was a terrible start to their holiday.
“Holy shit that was a lot of pee” Alex broke the silence.
“You’re telling me” Charlie joked, it was nice for Alex to see she wasn’t too distraught at what had happened. She had always been a strong character so it was unnerving to see her so dejected.
“Oh god, well I feel so much better now. That has to be one of the most intense 5 minutes of my life”
“Your telling me, I cant believe you hadn’t peed since we got on. I woke up like 2 hours ago after peeing at lunch and almost wet myself in turbulence, actually I kind of did”
“Really? Would have been nice if you could have woken me up to join you” Charlie said, elbowing Alex playfully.
“Im sorry, I thought you had gone earlier, when I went to see Megan, you said you had to pee back then”
“yeah I did….I cant believe that just happened.”
“Me neither,... we can tell the others you spilt a drink on yourself or something?” Alex suggested.
“Really, look at these things” she said pinching the drenched fabric away from her skin and letting it snap back with a wet sound. She was right, they were absolutely covered in her pee, the normal sweat wicking material picking up the liquid and spreading it almost completely around her legs. The added combination of starting to burst while standing and then sitting down still peeing hadn’t helped either.
“Ok, Maybe we say we poured the whole drinks cart over you” Alex laughed.
“It sure feels like we poured it through me” Charlie responded, letting her body sag and relax into the chair.
...
20 minutes later they felt the plane bump as it made contact with the ground, a cheer went around the plane, they had arrived!
The air hostess arrived at them holding a pair of towels, making them blush deeply as they became aware that soon everyone would know who had peed themselves. Even though Alex had made it herself, she couldn’t help but get some second hand embarrassment although looking at Charlie she couldn’t help but notice she was the one that seemed to be more embarrassed by the current situation.
“Thank you” Alex said taking the towels from her and watching as she almost hobbled off towards the cockpit.
Trying to do their best at covering the damage, they stood up aiming to quickly make it out of the plane so Alex could change her underwear and Charlie could change out of her wet clothes.
Shuffling out of the plane slowly they made their way to arrivals and security.
“what the fuck happened to you” A loud comment from Carla announced her presence and as they approached the passport control.
“Hey Carla, well I pissed myself” Charlie said turning around and getting an annoyed glance from the same woman on the plane that had complained about her language on the plane.
“But never mind me, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Carla was hunched over, one hand clutching her abdomen and her legs almost triple knotted as she stood teetering on the spot. She almost looked drunk, but the massive bulge in her abdomen immediately clued Alex in on what was wrong with her. It looked absolutely ridiculous, possibly even larger than Charlie's had minutes ago and it could have even rivalled some of the contestants from the week before.
“I….” She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and regaining her composure. “I have to pee like you wouldn’t believe... or maybe you would" she said looking down at Charlies wet legs.”
“You too?” Alex asked
“yes so lets get a move on shall we, that sleeping tablet knocked me out for the whole journey and now im about to make wetting myself the first thing I do in Australia.” The four of them started to walk towards the line of new arrivals. Thankfully it didn’t appear too many other planes were arriving right now but there was still plenty of people waiting in line.
“Don’t pee…..Dont pee…….Dont pee” Carla was muttering to herself. Her own personal mantra that was somehow keeping her clothes dry as she pee danced in line. She was starting to worry that she wouldn’t be able to make it in time, but still she danced and still she stayed dry. Minutes ticked by with her legs constantly moving, even when the line was still, she would dance on the spot.
“Hey, that booths open” Megan spoke up, pointing the dancing and desperate Carla towards it. She had a bit of trouble standing still enough for the agent to get a good look at her. Thankfully the man behind the desk seemed to understand her situation and waved her through quickly. She arrived on the other side to see that Alex had already made it through one of the other desks and was waiting for her.
“Hey, toilets are that way, come on” She gestured towards down the hallway. There at the end was her Carla’s salvation, a clearly marked women's room. If she could make it 100m she could pee.
“I’m not going to make it Alex”
“What do you mean, its right there.”
“Its going to come out” she bent over, re knotting her legs in an effort to stop the inevitable.
“Come on your so close, and even if you don’t think you can make it you’ll need to go in to get changed”
The rational of what Alex had said somehow registered in her brain and her legs began moving again. Each shaky footstep met with a huff or puff as the pregnant looking Carla slowly walked towards her goal. Somehow she made it still dry, Alex opening the door for her and they were pleased to see a completely empty bathroom.
“I was going to literally explode if there was a Que” Carla breathed through her clenched Jaw.
“Yeah well there isn’t, so pick a stall and pee. Just watching you is making me have to go more” Alex’s bladder had been sending stronger signals of protests than before. Having had to cut the flow off prematurely earlier on the plane, the need to pee had returned. Watching Carla walk into a stall she dashed into the next one over, stripping her clothes to the floor she sighed in relief. Alex could finally empty herself completely, no one outside waiting for her and as a bonus it was even on solid ground.
Her stream starting to loudly splatter into the water as she enjoyed the feeling of freedom she felt.
A moment later a guttural moan from the cubicle next to her shocked her, only for her stream to be completely drowned out by a thunderous rush of water that sounded like someone was spraying a pressure washer into the toilet next door. The crash of Carla’s pee hitting the toilet was so loud that she was wondering if people waiting in line could hear it.
Alex finished peeing but continued to marvel at her friends stream that was continuing on at the same speed and ferocity that it had started. A minute later the power hose finally turned off with another guttural moan of relief. For the first time since they started peeing, the room was silent.
“You ok in there” Alex said quietly
“Shit that was better than sex!” Carla almost shouted out into the room. “I feel like I’ve lost 10 stone”
“Yeah well, lets go find the others before they send out a search party”
Walking out of their cubicles they exchanged glances in the mirror, laughing at the situation. “It’s just a shame about these” Carla said, holding out a drenched pair of blue cotton panties.
“Come on!” Alex said looking around. They were still alone thankfully.
“Relax…” Carla laughed, walking over to a bin and throwing them in.
“Wait, are you going commando?” Alex asked.
“Yeah, not the first time. First time because I pissed myself, but its kind of freeing. Plus I want about to put them back on or carry around a pair of my own wet pants with me all day”
“True” Alex said, kind of wishing she had her friends confidence. She was still planning on changing at the first possible chance she got.
Leaving the toilets they quickly met up with the others at the baggage claim.
Charlie had managed to get her bag quickly and was now wearing a pair of green shorts, having changed in another set of toilets.
Thanking them for also grabbing their bags, the four of them made their way out of the airport. It seemed like Alex had lost the chance to change and would now spend the day in her peed in underwear.
To be continued.....
As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
So....what will Alex and her friends get up to on holiday? |
Chapter 15. Rule number 4 (Alex part 2)
Alex was sitting on her bed tapping her foot annoyed. She had been on hold for more than an hour with the airline, trying to rearrange her flight back to the UK. It had been about 5 weeks since the news of the rematch was announced and to her annoyance they had scheduled it for while her and her friends were still on holiday. Originally she had thought about giving up the chance to play again and just stay here in the warm weather to have fun.
“Hello, Alex are you still there?”
“Hi Yes!, yes I am here”
“Hi its Mary from Quantus airlines, I understand you are trying to reschedule your return flight?”
“Yes, that’s right”
“Ok, well I have your flight details right here, unfortunately it seems that since you booked all of your flights as a group we are unable to change just the one you requested.”
“Oh….is there nothing I can do to just get the one ticket changed?”
“Im sorry, there isn’t.”
Dam it, Alex thought to herself. That was an hour wasted, why couldn’t the first lady have just said that.
“is there anything else I can help with though?” Mary asked
“Can I book a one way ticket with you, and leave the others as they are?”
“Well technically im not supposed too, but seeing as how unfair it seems im sure we can make an exception. Do you still want it on the date you asked for earlier?”
“Yes please”
“Ok, that will be £960”
Alex coughed, “Im sorry did you say £960 for the one way flight in economy”
“Yes, im sorry prices are high at the moment for that flight, it is the holidays”
Was Alex really going to waste that much money getting back for the contest, a contest that she didn’t even want to be a part of and that she might not even win.
“Im sorry, that’s a bit more expensive than I thought it was going to be, is it ok if I phone you back a bit later to confirm?”
“Yes that’s ok, I’ll put a reserved marker on one of the seats for you, just in case it fill up. Im sorry I couldn’t be much help”
“No its ok, Thank you for everything.”
Hanging up the phone she looked down, huffing she put her hands on her hips. Almost a grand for one ticket, that was almost half of what she paid for 3 of them. The only other option was to change all the tickets and ruin everyone's holiday and she wasn’t about to do that.
She would just have to miss the contest.
Putting her phone down on the bed she stood quickly and hurried out of the room. For the last 30 minutes she had been desperate to pee, all the drinks she had consumed since breakfast and with lunch finally catching up to her. Running across the holiday home they had rented her socks slid across the wooden floor towards the bathroom. Trying the handle to door It wouldn’t budge, the faint sound of the shower coming through the door, the running water doing nothing for her bladder.
“I think Megan is in the shower” Carla said, sat at the kitchen table eating some cereal.
“Did you only just get up?” Alex asked.
“Technically no….but yes I have only just gotten out of bed if that’s what you mean” she replied waving the spoon in her hand around. “Are you ok?” She raised an eyebrow at the pee dancing Alex in front of her.
“Yeah I just really need to pee, and she takes forever in there”
Turning around Alex rushed back into her room, shutting the door. Dropping her clothes to the floor she quickly grabbed her orange bikini and fastened it around herself. The bump of her full bladder clearly sticking out of her slim figure. Grabbing a shirt to protect her from the sun she ran back out of the room and past Carla. Opening the glass doors she rand down the ramp and onto the beach, each step sending shock waves through her bladder. Luckily it wasn’t an absolute emergency yet and she could handle the mild discomfort running like this was causing as she sloshed the contents of her bladder around inside her. Reaching the waters edge she quickly entered up to her waste before diving into it head first. The sudden rush of water caused her bladder to contract, but as she turned over and started to float on her back she didn’t fight it and just let it relax. Peeing casually through her bikini bottoms and into the sea was oddly freeing. She laid back and enjoyed the feeling, relaxing as the already warm water caressed her body as she bobbed gently in the calm waters.
Staying in the calm waters for a few minutes Alex felt truly relaxed, she was starting to worry about falling asleep floating there when she was interrupted. A sudden splashing noise made her open her eyes as she spotted Carla charging into the water up to her knees before stopping. Alex was wondering what she was doing for a moment, before she saw a steam of pee leave her friend and enter the water through her white bikini.
“Really?” Alex called out laughing. “Two more steps and no one would know what you were doing”
“There’s no one around, its fine. Plus, I don’t really care” Carla replied
“I can see that” Alex slowly swam back to the shore, avoiding the area her friend had just peed in. While Alex had just done the exact same thing, it seemed weird to swim through someone else's pee.
“I am going to miss this when we return to civilisation” Carla responded as the two of the walked up to house again. “Its just so convenient, which reminds me do we have everything ready for the BBQ tonight?”
“How did peeing in the ocean remind you of our BBQ tonight?” Alex asked
“No its not that, just the convenience of having a beach at our front door, but the girls and I do have a surprise for you tonight”
“Ok…. not sure I like the sound of that”
“Relax, it will be fun” Carla said, putting an arm around Alex as they approached the house. “But we should probably start prepping everything. We still need to build a firepit”
A while later the four of them were sat around a roaring fire, having polished off enough brisket and BBQ to feed a small army. Reclining in their beach chairs there was a satisfied silence around them as they let their food go do down, sipping on some home-made lemonade they had put together earlier. The crackling of the fire and rushing water from the beach the only noises coming from the still night.
Carla sat up in her chair, the first of them to move in what felt like hours.
“Ok, so Alex, we would all like to thank you for this holiday and help you out for the competition next week”
“Come on guys, I had one rule when you agreed to this back home and that was not talking about the show.”
“Why whats wrong with it, you won!” Carla responded.
“I don’t know, its just weird.” Alex replied, looking down at her half-finished lemonade instead of at her friend.
“Well, we are making an exception for tonight because we are going to give you a practice round with us 3”
“Bladder buddieeees” Charlie cheered.
“What are you talking about?” a picture was forming in her head, but Alex didn’t think they could seriously be suggesting this could they?”
“Well, we figured that since your bladder paid for all of this” Carla said gesturing around her at the beach. “The least we could do is attempt to repay you, by helping you win the rematch”
“Yeah, so we can go somewhere else” Megan mocked.
“look, I appreciate the thought but I mean why would you want to go through that, and anyway” She paused looking down at the sand again “Im not going to the rematch” she said quietly.
“Wait why?” Carla asked, shocked at her friends’ omission.
“I couldn’t rearrange just my flight, so Id have to pay like a grand for a one-way ticket in order to make it to the show. Plus, I’d rather just stay here and have fun with you guys” While there was still part of Alex that was interested in competing, everything she had just said was true.
“So you are missing out because of us?” Charlie asked softly
“No, its not like that. Its not your fault that they messed up and had to rearrange it and its also not your fault they picked a day while we were all on holiday” Replied Alex
“We get that, but don’t want you to miss out on this opportunity for 2 more weeks in Australia, especially since you payed for the flights out here.”
“And its going to be like 50k for the winner” added Megan.
That was true, she hadn’t realised that but if they were starting with the same amount she won last time and added that amount on again. She could win a lot more this time…..but that wasn’t the point
“Like I said, I appreciate it, but im not even sure I want to go back and do all that over again”
“What have you got to lose?” Carla asked.
“Yeah, even if you don’t win it doesn’t cost you anything. You may as well go and see how it feels, you might be more used to it this time” It was optimistic from Megan but Alex had to admit she was right.
“And with this training, we can make sure you are fighting fit for it. Give that bladder a good old stretch before the competition” Charlie said enthusiastically.
“I don’t know…..” Alex replied, but the girls could see her resolve weakening and none of them wanted her to miss out on this. It was true what Alex had said about it not being their fault, but they could at least help be the reason she gave it another go.
“Ok, fine, how about we put some stakes on it?.” Carla said, standing and walking over to Alex.
“Ugh…don’t even mention Steaks” Charlie joked, a hand on her full stomach, one bite away from a food induced nap.
“You win, we leave it up to you. But if one of us beats you, you have to go to the rematch”. Carla said holding her hand out for Alex to shake. After considering it for a moment, slowly she reached up and shook her hand.
“But we get 10% if that happens” Charlie quickly shouted from her chair laughing.
“Nope, too late” Alex said, a smile across her face for the first time since the morning. Opening up to everyone and not keeping it all a secret felt like a big weight had been lifted from her shoulders and now she felt she could go back to enjoying herself.
“So what exactly did you have planned for tonight?” Alex asked, slightly worried about the response she was going to get. If Carla had organised this thing, which she was fairly sure she would have, she was going to have gone all out like she usually did.
“Well, since you asked, give me two minutes” She said disappearing into the house with Megan who offered to lend a hand. They returned a few minutes later, each carrying a large crate of drinks and a small bag.
“Ok” Carla said, carefully lowering the heavy crates of drinks to the ground. “So last one to pee wins, but we have a few fun additions to make it more like a drinking game.”
Opening the bag she took out a small wooden box and placed it on the crate.
“So the first rule, whenever you finish a bottle, you have to upturn the bottle to show its empty, but if any drops fall out you have to do a shot of Vodka” she said taking a large bottle of Smirnoff out of the bag. “Rule 2. When the first person finishes their bottle and upturns it everyone else has to chug their drink, following on from that we have rule 3. The last person to finish chugging the bottle has to do a forfeit.” She picked up the small wooden box, holding it one hand she did her best teleshopping hand gestures presenting it to the group.
“in here, I have put a number of challenges that we will have to do, so for example” pulling out a small folded piece of paper, “Do 5 jumping jacks, sounds easy but im sure it wont be when we really need to pee. And the final rule and the most important rule, no peeing in the house. In fact I just locked it, so even if you try to cheat you wont be able too.”
“Wait so we are just supposed to pee ourselves. Im not sure I want or even can do that” a look of worry coming across Megan's face.
“Oh relax, the sea is right there, if you cant take it anymore you are just going to have to pee in it instead” Carla responded, seemingly putting Megan’s worry to rest. Carla was also sure that after a few beer’s none of them would be too worried about it anymore.
“Now we have plenty of beer to drink and there is no time like the present.” She said cracking the crate open, revealing row after row of beer bottles. Their liquid glimmering in the light of the fire, Alex took a deep breath and reached in for her first bottle. Each of the others followed grabbing a bottle and opening it, luckily these were twist offs so no opener was needed.
“Cheers” Alex held her bottle up and clinked it with two others, the third missing.
“Snooze you loose” A breathless Charlie burped next to them, upturning an already empty bottle. Although in her speed, a few droplets of beer remained and slowly fell out of the bottle. “Shit...” she said out loud as the others laughed.
“I don’t know why you are laughing” She said pointing at Alex who then looked around to see both Carla and Megan chugging their bottles rapidly. Tipping the bottle to her lips she breathlessly chugged her drink she did her best to catch up, but unfortunately the others finished first. Coughing slightly as she finished her bottle, the others started a drum roll on their thighs as she reached for the first forfeit.
“And the first forfeit is……do the splits. Well it’s a good thing I don’t need to pee yet. Although I cant really do the splits, but I’ll give it a go” She dropped to the floor, her fabric shorts letting her legs move freely as she made a pretty good attempt at the splits. The others clapped as she stood again, bowing to them as if she had just won a medal or something.
“That would have been evil later on, what else have you put in their?” She asked. “That’s probably one of the worst, but there are plenty more to go around.” Their would-be torturer Carla responded, a look of glee spread across her face. “Another?” she asked handing out a bottle to each of them.
…
Two hours, 9 bottles and several shots each later, the four women sat in their chairs in various states of inebriation and desperation. Alex could feel the beer in her stomach churning inside of her. She could handle her alcohol but the sheer amount and fizzy-ness was taking its toll and she was starting to feel slightly sick. Thankfully everyone seemed to have calmed down on the drinking speed, but even so she could feel her bladder bulging within her. The copious amounts of liquid also increasing her need to pee but she knew she still had a little time left before it was too bad. Glancing at the bottles around her, she did however know that the next beer would be more than enough to make her pee herself in time, joining the rest of them already flowing through her body. She pressed her legs together as a shiver ran up her legs. Looking around she was happy to see the others still chatting.
Megan looked the least comfortable, she was wriggling in her chair, her legs pressed tightly together and rocking back and forth. Alex could see that she was in major trouble, but somehow she was still making conversation and seemingly clear headed. Despite her small stature she could hold her booze, but Alex was starting to think Megan's bladder probably wasn’t used to this amount of holding. She watched as Megan brought her legs up and together again, fighting off another wave of urgency.
Charlie looked like she was doing ok, after her display on the plane Alex knew her body was capable of holding a lot of pee, but that was while she was under the power of a sleeping drug. Would she be able to replicate the same levels of will power, going off her red face and the increase in volume of her voice she wasn’t handling her liquor quite as well. On the other hand Carla was seemingly unphased by either, other than having her legs crossed Alex was starting to wonder if her friend secretly had the biggest bladder out of the lot of them. Taking advantage of their distraction she could see they still had half full bottles while hers was almost empty. Slowly swigging the rest of it and making sure it was completely empty she upturned it.
“Drink up” She said loudly.
“Oh shit”, Charlie fumbled around for her bottle having put it down. “Dam it”, even before she could start to drink both Megan and Carla upturned theirs.
“That wasn’t very nice Alex, we were having a nice chat.” Charlie said, downing the rest of her bottle.
"What was it you said at the start, snooze you lose?" Alex responded.
This only seemed to light a fire in her friends eyes. “Let see how you like it” she locked eyes with Alex, almost daring her to say or do something. Grabbing 3 bottles she handed one to each of the others, quickly turned the top and started to chug her new and entirely full bottle.
“No please” Alex said, laughing as she lunged for the crate. A quiet whimper from Megan went unheard as the others began downing their bottles. Alex quickly unscrewing hers and in defiance of her bladder and stomach reached her neck bad and drank as quickly as she could. Just 6 seconds later her bottle was empty, upturning it she was happy to see she wasn’t last.
Megan was still doing her best to down her bottle, but her trembling legs and shaking body were clearly indicating her body was at its capacity and trying to stop her forcing more beer into it. Still she finished, upturned her bottle only to look at Alex who had somehow beaten her.
“Oh gosh” she said, closing her eyes and shoving both hands between her legs.
“What was that for Charlie, are you trying to make me piss myself. I thought we were supposed to be on a team” Megan said, playfully swinging an arm out to hit Charlie.
“Hey”, she wafted her arms at her attacker, “Sorry got carried away putting Alex in her place” She put her tongue out, directing it towards Alex who was currently trying to let out a burp without being ill. “But you can hold it, we can all put miss strongest link in her place”
“Well, this strongest link didn’t fail to drink up, so it looked like its you who both need to do the next forfeit.” It was Alex’s turn to do the drum roll on her legs, although now the shockwaves she was sending through her legs seemed to be reaching her bladder.
“And, the winner is….Fuck!” Charlie exclaimed
“Well, I mean if the card says we have too” Megan joked, causing the others to laugh and double over in their chairs as the heartfelt laughing threatened to break their stalwart defences.
“Ok, rule 4. No making me laugh” Carla added, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Unfortunately, its not that. We have to do a 30 second plank”
“As in the exercise?” Megan asked.
“Yep, now get to it!” Carla pointed to the ground between them.
“Ok…Ok…hoof, here we go” Both of them slowly knelt on the ground before putting out their feet and extending their arms, leaving them using their core strength to support their body. The only issue with that, the muscles that control that motion were rather unfortunately surrounding their bladders. Contracting the muscles to keep their posture made their need to pee shoot through the roof, as the pressure multiplied a thousand times over.
“Oh…fffffffffff” Charlie hissed between her clenched jaw. A soft whimper escaped Megan again as her body started to shake with exertion of both holding her pee and maintaining her position. After 10 seconds she let out a strained groan, a hiss audible in the quiet night for just a moment.
“Did you just?” Alex asked.
“No I’m good” she almost cried, a vein on her head bulging out .
From where Alex was sitting she could see the bulge in the two women's abdomens, despite holding themselves off the floor, the bladders protruding out of them, especially in Megan it was touching the floor. She doubted either was using it for extra support, if anything they must have been dying to keep her weight off them. Sweat was forming on both women as they passed 20 seconds, their arms increasingly wobbly as their faces flushed red. Megan gasped loudly, she had been holding her breath trying to hold everything inside of her including her breath. It was followed quickly by a flood of pee that instantly saturated her Orange Bikini bottoms and flowed through them in a steady stream thudding onto the sand beneath her. She gave in, collapsing onto the sand, the time wasn’t up but her strength was. Now lying on her bladder directly she groaned in relief as her pee shot out at increasing speed, the audible hiss increasing in volume as it made its way through the typically water resistant material. “Oh….I needed this” She sighed, a smile on her face as she almost hugged the sand under her, still peeing and letting her body relax.
“Oh….Fuck…..Thats 30 seconds right?” Charlie stood up, throwing both hands between her crotch and dancing intensely on the spot. The sudden movement after her drunken exertion making the world spin, she closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to steady herself and calm her bladder.
Alex felt something cold forced into her hand, too busy watching the spectacle unfold In front of her as Megan pissed laying on the sand and Charlie danced like her life depended on it. Looking down Carla was handing her another bottle, she winked and raised her open bottle chugging it. Alex shook her head, she wasn’t sure if she could take another bottle without being sick but watched Charlie quickly draining her’s and knew that any exertion would probably be worse than this. Unscrewing the cap she tipped the bottle back and drank, and drank and drank, the bottle seemed almost bottomless. Finally she felt the bottle empty, looking down she could see Charlie still closed eyed and dancing, a gleeful look on Carla’s face.
“Hey, Charlie…Ive got some bad news buddie” She said holding up the empty bottle.
“No…Come on guys im about to burst”
“A deals a deal” Carla said, handing her a bottle and the box of forfeits.
Taking the bottle and grabbing a piece of paper “Stand with your legs apart for 1 minute”…”You miss spelled minute by the way” she shot a look at Carla, while clutching herself.
“Well, I did them quickly….And NO HANDS!” she said pointing to the one that Charlie was using to keep herself dry. The large bulbous organ sticking out of her and threatening to explode at any moment.
Giving herself a quick squeeze through her light blue Bikini Charlie slowly removed her hand.
“No..no…...no” she sighed, hanging her head as the pee shot out of her. Standing with her legs open had weakened her defences but removing her hand had been the final straw. Despite being a warm night, they could all see the steam coming off her boiling hot urine, falling between her spread legs. An oval of dark blue now present on her bikini as she peed through her clothes. As she stood peeing, Charlie unscrewed the cap and started to chug the next bottle. Simultaneously drinking and peeing was an odd sensation but it was strangely relaxing. 30 seconds later the heavy thudding of her pee hitting the now drenched sand stopped as she also upturned her bottle.
“So can me and Megan still make you drink if we chug ours?” she asked, finally closing her legs and attempting to wipe off the droplets off pee from her skin with the back of her hand. Seemingly not phased by everything that had just happened.
“I think that’s a great idea” Megan said, having gotten off the floor she couldn’t help but feel slightly impressed by the size of her puddle on the wet sand. “Especially since you locked the door so we couldn’t pee before this thing started.”
“Are you saying that’s why you lost?” Alex asked
“Well it didn’t help did it, I hadn’t gone since lunch” she replied, her face slightly red.
“Well I know what we can do to help make you feel better, how many beers do you think you can drink in the next 5 minutes” Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow at her now non desperate friend.
A smile came across Megan's face, “Shall we start with 3?”
“No no, you guys are out, this doesn't count” Carla started.
“Hang on, Megan do you remember that being a rule?”
“No, I think there were only 3 rules right? Lets see, 1. Drink the bottle and upturn it, 2 everyone else chug, 3. Last place does a forfeit….I think that was all there was right?”
“Yep, that’s all I remember Megan so it seems…its on!”
Charlie quickly grabbed 3 bottles and tossed them to Megan before grabbing 3 of her own. This left Carla and Alex to scramble for the box only to find it was now empty. Despite their bulging bladders sending waves of discomfort through their bodies, they quickly slid the empty crate off the top of the other box. Bending down was a real effort as they compressed their full bladders. Carla pulled the box top off in one go as Alex went in and grabbed a bottle, quickly uncapping it and beginning to chug.
“One down” she heard the clink of two bottles hitting each other as Megan and Charlie started on the next.
10 seconds was all it took Alex to finish, but she felt her bladder contract, or was it her stomach, either way it wasn’t a good sign with 2 more bottles to go. Turning it over to show it was empty she grabbed another bottle, happy to see that Carla was still on her first. Uncapping it she put it to her lips as she placed her free hand on her bloated stomach that was still expanding. Her shorts tight against her for the first time she could remember.
“Two down” another clink and a burp,
Alex was struggling to breath now. Finishing her second bottle she was shocked to see Carla had drawn level and had finished almost simultaneously. She stuck out a shaky hand to grab the third bottle, before she had to move it to her mouth as she felt her stomach do a back flip inside her. Steadying herself after the moment passed she grabbed the third and final bottle but she knew it was probably too late. Carla had won, but she still had to finish, finally the third bottle was down but now she really didn’t feel good.
Both bloated women fell back onto the sand clutching themselves.
“Why did we do that Alex…” Carla asked, dazed and feeling her body bloat even more.
“I don’t know….because they made us”
“Well, I mean its only when the third person finishes that we have to worry. We could have just both waited”
“Urghh….hindsight really is 20:20” Alex groaned, laying with one hand between her leg and the other resting on her bloated stomach. She needed a break otherwise she would explode in one way or another, the gas from the drinks filling her like a literal balloon.
Despite their discomfort both women made it another hour, but the desperation they felt increased dramatically over that period. Both were now sat hunched forward with their hands between their legs still attempting to take part in the conversation. Thankfully the drinking had seemed to end with the last sprint and Alex's stomach had calmed. Carla was putting up a brave face but she wasn’t doing well, she had leaked a few minutes ago as she felt her tired muscles weaken, but thankfully no one seemed to notice. She was desperate to win, she really wanted Alex to go back and give the contest another try and was determined to make her. She only had one chance to win, make her do a forfeit. Slowly she placed her hand back in the box and took a bottle out.
“Im sorry Alex but I don’t think I can wait much longer”
“Its ok, I….” then she saw what her friend was up too “Nooo” she squealed as Carla tipped back her drink and started to chug, Alex moved towards the box to grab a beer but Carla seemed to cough into the bottle.
The little cough caused a domino effect, first she started to choke on the beer she was still trying to chug, spilling it over herself. The beer had gone down the wrong way and now she was in the midst of a coughing fit, which totally destroyed her ability to hold her extremely full bladder. Almost instantly pee began to explode out of her with each cough, spraying it in a wide arc. Her control was completely gone, the gamble to win had backfired and now she was full on wetting herself. Her giant bladder slowly deflating as her pee ran freely onto the chair and then the sand beneath.
“Well *cough* I fucked *Cough* That up” She laughed. "But letting it all out feels great"
“For you” Alex said, the sound of her friends pee hitting the sound making her double over as her bladder control wavered momentarily. But after the initial shock of the sudden noise, her control returned as she waddled back to her seat and sat slowly, clutching herself tightly. She hadn’t reached the point of pain yet, but somehow the alcohol was making her reach all new levels of pure desperation to pee. “So, can I go pee now” she asked
“Nope, you owe us one more bottle to truly be the champion.” Carla said still peeing onto the chair, now leaning back and causing a waterfall of pee to fall off the front of the chair as the rest dripped through the saturated canvas of the chair itself.
“If that’s what it takes” She said standing and making her way over to the crate, picking out a bottle and making her way back to her seat with some effort.
“But at least I can take my time and enjoy this one” she said, taking a few sips from her bottle.
Finally empty, Carla leaned towards Alex
“Oh and Alex”
“Yes, runner up…..I like the sound of that”
“Well glorious champion….Shazam!” she said, before slamming the bottom of her empty bottle onto the top of Alex’s. The shock made the beer inside froth and shoot out of the neck of the bottle.
Immediately Alex put her mouth over the top of it, but she too started to choke as the volume of it shooting out of the top overwhelmed her mouth. The foam causing her to choke, with her moth still over the top her friends sat back and watched as it started to shoot out of her nose. Coughing violently she removed her mouth, causing it to spray all over her. The four of them burst into drunk laughter, having just witnessed Alex spray beer out of her nose.
Ordinarily it would have been funny, but after having drunk this much beer it suddenly became the funniest thing to happen in the universe. Alex too was laughing and that spelled the end of her control as she felt warm wetness spread across her crotch as her pee started to leave her. Instantly her cotton shorts were completely drenched as her laughing caused her muscles to contract and roll inside her, but she wasn’t the only one. A loud hissing began to come from Megan for the second time that night as her still damp bikini became saturated in her pee at the same time. Neither woman able to control their laughter or their bladder. Charlie began pointing at Megan, still laughing as she grabbed at her crotch. Apparently in the last hour both women's bladder had filled again, but somehow Charlie was just managing to control herself.
A minute later both women had finished peeing, enjoying being empty again.
Looking over at her friend, Alex could tell Carla was unhappy having lost, she was always terrible at hiding her feelings after a few drinks. If it meant that much to her, she knew what she had to do.
“Well I guess I didn’t make it…..call it a draw? So that means I’ll go if you still want me too?”
“Yes” the other three girls said in unison, standing to hug it out as they formed a huddle, surrounded by the large amount of wet sand they had created between them.
“Now can you unlock the house, because I really have to pee again” Charlie said, causing the group to laugh again. Covering the half serious plea’s of their friend as they walked up the beach towards their house.
1 day to go.
For the last week, all they could talk about was the show. They had successfully arranged to change all their flights back to England for just 2 days ago, maximising their time in Australia. It had been weird for Alex since she had originally wanted no one to talk about it, but it wasn't as embarrassing as she thought it was going to be.
After agreeing to go on the show again, her friends had rallied around her, buying a series of quiz books and going to any and all pub quizzes they could find in the town where they were staying. Alex had no desire to repeat her last desperate ordeal, so training her mind was hopefully going to stop her being the weakest link and help her avoid that extra water at all costs. She slightly cursed herself for not starting her training earlier, but she had just been having too much fun. Plus, she was the reining champion of the group so she was sure she would do ok again. If it was enough to win last time, with just a little training and some luck she was confident she could win again.
Careful not to drink too much before bed the night before the contest she awoke early, lying there Alex stared up at her bedroom ceiling contemplating if she could just not go and stay in bed. But her friends had given up their holiday to let her do this, she couldn’t waste this opportunity. Sliding out of bed she quickly got dressed in a smart but loose fitting red dress, making sure to pee about every 5 minutes, her nerves were starting to get the better of her.
Finally the alarm on her phone went off telling her it was time to leave.
Alex was slightly surprised to see she was the 5th one to arrive.
Walking in there was a sudden sense of tenseness in the air. Everyone seemed to be staring at her as she walking in, were they that annoyed by her winning last time. It looked like they had all been happily chatting until she walked in, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Thankfully Olivia broke the tension, walking over and giving her a hug and asking how she had been. After that everyone seemed to go back to what they were doing.
“So who do you think is going to win it?” Olivia asked out of the blue
“Im sorry?” Alex asked.
“I mean, if you had to pick one of them other than us?” She clarified.
Looking around the room the other 4 ladies seemed to be engrossed in conversation now that Claudia had arrived.
“Well…they all look pretty confident but I would guess maybe Claudia? She was third last time.”
“True, but she seemed to be at her capacity by the end of the last match…..im going to put my money on the dark haired beauty in the corner” Olivia said gesturing with her now empty coffee cup at Katy sat in the corner. Unlike the others she seemed to be trying to pump herself up, to get in the zone. “Although Amanda is looking very confident this morning, so we could be in for a real challenge today” She said, unable to keep the smile off her face.
Alex nodded in agreement, wondering why someone would look so happy to be facing such stiff competition.
“Ok Ladies, its show time. You have 3 minutes to visit the bathroom and then I will need you all back here” A member of staff shouted across the room.
The sense of trepidation returned for some as their chats ended and they all made their way to the toilets to let out their final pee.
3 minutes later the women made their way out onto the the stage, each standing at their designated podiums. Alex couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of dread as she watched the busy crew rush around making sure everything was in order.
Finally the lights went up and standing there was Anne, the host.
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, its time to play the Weakest link”
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Hey guys, just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who has continued to read this story!
Its been fun to try my hand at other writing styles / scenarios and hopefully everyone enjoyed the glimpses into the characters lives.
But now, its been a long time in the making but the rematch is about to begin! |
Hey guys, sorry for the delay. I've had a bit of writers block combined with a busy work schedule which has limited my time to write.
But here is the first chapter of the rematch, its a bit shorter to speed up the start of the contest. The following chapters should be a bite more like the original structure.
Chapter 16: This time with feeling (Rematch starts here)
The cameras rotated on their spots as the lights in the studio shone to illuminate the host. Just like last time, the room was suddenly filled with a tenseness as each of the contestants hoped their weeks of training would be enough to help them go home the champion.
“Welcome back to the weakest link, this week is somewhat of a special episode” The host began, reading from a teleprompter in front of her. “The season finale is extra special this year as we have 6 returning competitors, each looking to go home the winner this time. With a bigger prize pool and more up for grabs, i'm sure we are in for a great show today.”
The six women stood confidently behind their podiums, each looking far more determined than the last time they were here.
Slowly the camera panned around each of them, as the host did a run down of the rules and starting cash.
“So, with the formalities out of the way, lets play….the Weakest Link!”
The lights came down onto the contestants, each now faced with their own camera. A single light blinking in front of them periodically, indicating them they were being broadcast.
All the training and nerves had lead up to this point, finally, the rematch they had all been waiting for was starting.
“Starting with Alex our first round is on Television, 3 minutes on the clock please.”
Alex puffed out her cheeks, this was it. Steadying her breathing she readied herself, this time she wasn’t going to panic like the last show.
“Alex, Which British comedian played Gareth Blackstock in the TV show Chef”
“Lenny Henry!” She almost erupted in joy; she knew the answer to the first question.
“Correct, Amanda Which is the longest running UK soap opera?”
“EastEnders” Another sigh of relief, this time from the blonde. The first question was always the hardest and getting it right really helped their confidence going forward.
“Correct, Claudia the show The Voice had which knighted personality as a member of its judging panel”
“Tom Jones”
“Correct, Katy, Who wrote the acclaimed series Only Fools and Horses?”
“Uh…” No, this couldn’t be happening again could it?
Katy’s face burned red as she fumbled for an answer, she could feel the other contestants’ eyes burning into her. What was she going to do, she had to say something. “Matt groening?”
“Incorrect, it was John Sullivan.”
Katy quickly looked at the floor, focusing on a single point of the stage trying to ignore the burning sensation from her cheeks. After 4 questions they were back at square one and it was all because of her, why didn’t she bank.
“Olivia, Where was the TV show Narco’s filmed?”
“Colombia”
“Correct, Scarlet who won 2.4 million dollars on American show Jeopardy in 2004”
“umm…..oh, it was Ken Jennings” She answered, rocking on her feet and bouncing on the balls of her feet happily as somehow she pulled the answer out of the back of her mind.
“Correct. First round completed we are back to Alex. Who was the president in the show the West Wing?”
“President Bartlett”
“We were looking for both names but I’ll let you have that one. Amanda who played the lead male role in Night rider?”
“David Hasselhoff”
“Correct, Claudia which composer is responsible for the current ABC news intro”
Composers, wasn’t this supposed to be on television…dam it. The seconds were passing by, she just had to name a composer. “Hans Zimmer”
“Correct” Claudia couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows in surprise, taking a moment to quickly look either way in disbelief. Despite that short moment of relief she realised that no one had banked yet, a thought that made her nervous to say the least.
“Katy, in what town do the Simpsons live?”
Really, that was her next question. “Springfield”
“Correct, Olivia who are Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles?”
“I...The Powerpuff girls?” Olivia said, slightly bemused by the variety of questions in this round.
Oh wait…..or were they Blue peter pets? She looked to the host.
“Correct, Scarlet”
“Bank” The tension that was previously filling the air suddenly abating as they put some money on the board.
It turned out the slight relief was well founded, quickly the nerves and cobwebs seemed to disappear as each of them scored a perfect round from then on. The questions were not easy and covered a wide array of television from the last 30 years, but each of them slowly fell into the groove of it. Their confidence returning and the money flowing in over the next 2 minutes. It had been a slow start but a fast finish gave their total a much needed boost.
“Congratulations ladies, seems like you have all gotten back into the swing of things. Not the biggest first round we have seen on this show but still a respectable total of £1,800.”
They each took a moment to smile, they all knew what was coming but this time they were ready for it. For just this moment they could just enjoy the success and try to remember what the feeling of an empty bladder was like.
“The opening round’s strongest link was Scarlet who banked the most, while Katy you are the weakest link. Is history set to repeat itself?” The host announced to the audience.
Katy’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment but also determination, she was not to let the same fate befall her this time around. She had trained hard for this, but even if she reached her breaking point she would not give in. Her right hand formed a fist that she pressed into the podium as she started at the host. Even as the pumps activated for the first time she didn’t blink, the once familiar sensation of her bladder being filled by the catheter began. Her gaze never wavered from the host who she could swear was hiding a shrewed smile as they locked eyes. Katy's determination was blocking out all other sensations, even as her bladder was pumped full with an alien feeling but to her it meant nothing. They would not break her this time, physically or mentally! No matter how many rounds she lost she would keep on playing. 900ml of water was swiftly pumped into her body and the device inside her finally stopped, blinking for the first time since it started Katy could feel the new mass of water inside her.
The others seemed to have forgotten what it felt like despite having gone through it all before, the feeling of being internally pumped full of water was not a feeling they could ever get used too. Only Olivia and Scarlet seemed unaffected, Scarlet because she had remained empty but Olivia had gotten so use to holding and holding for fun, that this was nothing compared to what she and Tara had put her body through.
The lights refocused on the host as Katy finally broke her stare.
“So we are onto round 2 and this time, its all about Celebrities.”
“Starting with Amanda Which of the Spice Girls was the first to be married?”
“Posh”
“Incorrect, it was Mel B”...
Despite their confidence returning to them, the second round was one of the worst they had in either of the contests. A number of early incorrect answers lead many to bank early, meaning that they couldn’t get a string of answers together to reach the high totals. It appeared that very few of the contestants were that up on their celebrity knowledge. Although many questions were obscure to say the least and Claudia was starting to put two and two together in her mind. From her brief look into the minds of TV execs and competitions that she had yesterday, she was sure the questions had gotten harder. Ordinarily there wouldn’t be too much on the line for the channel runners, but with a record prize pool up for grabs it looked like they were starting to play dirty.
“So with that round you banked just £1,660” A reasonable amount considering everything.
“The Strongest link that round was Katy, while the weakest with only one right answer was Amanda”
A wry smile crept across Katy’s face, she wasn’t going to go out that easily, not this time.
Round 2 had been her's and being the strongest link was yet more proof of how the world had conspired against her last time. There was no time for her to show her knowledge, being the weakest several times early on before succumbing to her need. She rested a hand on her hip, enjoying the satisfaction of her victory.
The pumps activated again, with only Amanda noticing any discernible difference. The others faced less than a single cup of water and while the sensation was still strange, none of them were in any real danger yet. Most of this rounds winnings were currently being pumped into Amanda and she was feeling her body react, she was being filled slowly due to the relatively low amount but she was defiantly starting to feel it down there. Taking a deep breath as the pump continued, she needed to centre herself, she had taken care of everything before the game. Amanda was a sure in for victory, her body just needed to come to terms with it all. Thankfully, after a few moments she was able to calm her body and somewhat relax given her current circumstance, the worry left her although she could still feel butterflies in her stomach. The pump quickly finished and she pressed her knees together for the slightest reassurance that all was ok, hoping the others wouldn't take it as a sign of weakness. She had to keep up appearances, she was confident of her victory, she just had to make her body show that to everyone else.
“Round 3 will be on Geography, if the contestants are ready lets begin”
“Claudia, starting with you what is the largest lake in Africa?”
"Lake Victoria"
“Correct, Olivia which is the largest island in the world?”
“Greenland”
“Correct, Scarlet. Which country’s capital is Ulaanbataar?”
“Mongolia!” she could have laughed, what were the chances?
Her trivia games with the family were already paying off. She hadn’t expected it to be so specific but she wasn’t complaining. Anything that gave her an edge was a positive in her book. She took a moment to watch the others answer their questions.
Alex had won the last time and she seemed to be doing a good job again this time. Although, unlike a lot of the others there didn’t seem to be much fire behind her eyes.. Amanda was perhaps the most confident looking of them, which was odd considering she came 4th last time, but Scarlet did have to admit that at the time Amanda had put her body through its paces. The sheer willpower she had to out hold them, even when her body was racked in pain, sweating and trembling Amanda had held on. Katy seemed to be sharing in her determination this round, Scarlet couldn’t help but feel for the young girl who had come last in the previous game. From the looks she was giving the host, she looked like she was trying to burn the place down and that probably meant she would be giving them all a run for their money. But considering Scarlet had out-held her last time, she wasn’t to worried.
Claudia and Olivia were harder to read, they seemed quietly confident and were not making a show of it. Both had made it to the final 3 last time and Scarlet was sure she would be fighting them for a while to come. However, as she looked on she was surprised to see Olivia drop the ball, she had banked before hand but got her question wrong. Thinking back to the last show for a moment Scarlet realised that last time, Olivia had done well but she wasn’t the smartest of the group. So if it came down to the two of them in the final, scarlet was starting to think she might have a good chance of winning. But for now, Scarlet had to refocus on getting her own questions right.
A few minutes later the round was over and the lights came up again. There had been a couple of incorrect questions but for the most part it felt like their best round yet.
“That brings round 3 to an end, with a total of £2,340 banked. Claudia, you banked the most and with no wrong answers you are the strongest link. Olivia, you banked well but your wrong answer means you are the weakest link for round 3”
Olivia felt her pump activate, this time with a much higher pressure. She had done well in the first two rounds, not enough to be the strongest link, but well enough to avoid being the weakest like she was now. Putting her hands to her abdomen she could feel it growing as the water poured into her bladder. In a strange way she had missed this, the intensity of the sudden desperation as her body failed to understand what was going on inside it. She was all to aware of it, finally feeling the heavy weight and intense pressure she had been expecting. She closed her eyes, looking to the rest of the world that she was concentrating on not wetting herself as more than a litre rushed into her. But that wasn’t what she was focusing on, instead she was revelling the tightness of her muscles, the downward pressure and the sudden tightness of her dress.
Opening her eyes again she could see her bladder starting to stick out of her, a small lump protruding from her flat stomach and pressing against the tight leather dress. The last time they did this a litre would have sent spasm after spasm through her bladder and body, but this time while uncomfortable it was nowhere near as bad. Her training had clearly worked and helped raise her holding capacity significantly. Placing her hand on her bladder as the pump finished, she pressed it to test its fullness. She couldn’t help but breath in sharply as she did, her bladder felt like it would be able to hold much more, but at the same time the sudden influx of liquid meant it was still trying to stretch to accommodate it. The extra pressure of her hand so soon after it started stretching for the first time created a short stabbing pain inside her, she would have to be careful not to do that again.
The lights rotated around again, pulling the contestants back to the room.
“Time for round 4 and the category this time is food and drink”
A smile went around the group of ladies, last time they had a round on this topic they had done very well.
3 minutes later that confidence in their abilities on this topic was proven to be well founded, they managed a flawless round with no incorrect answers. There had been a couple of pauses as they considered some of the more difficult answers, but as they stood at their podiums they all seemed to be beaming with pride. Viewers could be forgiven for forgetting that this was a competition between them all, as any animosity between them seemed to have disappeared now they were doing well, but it was still early.
“Congratulations you have outdone yourself, with no wrong answers you have banked yourself an impressive £2,800” The host said, a wicked smile across her face as she new what was coming next.
“But unfortunately, that may end up costing one of you, and i'm afraid…. Amanda you were the weakest link last round with no banks. Claudia for the second round in a row you are the strongest link”
The two women were showing almost opposite emotions, the smile only growing on Claudia’s face as she kept up her impressive run of form. She had made it to third place last time, but just didn’t have the seer capacity to compete with Olivia and Alex. But this time, she was doing well again with the questions and her capacity was much greater than it was last time. Her confidence was only growing as she watched the other women squirm slightly as their pumps activated.
Amanda was still confident in her plan, the drugs would work and she would come away the winner. There was no way anyone could compete naturally with her “condition”. Despite this as her pump activated and she had to double over in discomfort as her body was filled, her blue leggings thankfully moving out the way of her expanding bladder. She scrunched her eyes tightly closed shut as the audience watched with interest. They knew this much water in such a short space of time would surely spell the end for the woman clutching her podium. But as the seconds passed she remained dry and didn't appear that desperate outwardly. Amanda was refusing to cross her legs, it was only round 4 she couldn’t show any signs of weakness or the others would get more confidence in themselves. Her breathing became heavy but controlled as she slowly breathed in her mouth and out her nose. Each inhale feeling like it was responsible for her growing body, as each breath seemed to coincide with her stretching abdomen.
At the 20 second mark she could feel her muscles starting to spasm internally, there was no pain and the discomfort was still mild, but she could feel the unmistakable signs of a bladder protesting its current explosive situation. Finally, the pump ended its torment as Amanda’s hands still tightly gripped the podium, but her legs had remained uncrossed. She opened her eyes, black spots filling her vision from how tightly she had closed them, her face a deep shade of red as it had flushed with exertion. But she had done it, she now held more within her than she had managed to contain last time. She placed a hand on her bulging bladder, feeling the tightness of her leggings against her skin. The drugs were doing their job, now she just had to do hers.
Current bladder totals:
Alex: 1,076 ml
Olivia: 1,953 ml
Claudia: 433 ml
Amanda: 2,748 ml
Scarlet: 851 ml
Katy: 1,543 ml
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Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Hopefully it didn't come across as too rushed, but from here on out it should be a little more like the earlier contest as their desperation mounts. I just didnt want to draw it out too much by turning this into two separate and longer chapters.
Edited March 6, 2020 by Markj9494
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Chapter 17: A desperate two step.
Amanda was starting to feel the mass of liquid within her, clutching herself momentarily she was concerned with how bloated she felt. Her tight light-coloured leggings stretching with her bladder. But by her own experiences she didn’t remember feeling this full with such a small amount of water. Maybe it was because it was filling her unnaturally, did that make it worse? It was the only variable she hadn’t accounted for in her testing, but there wasn’t anything she could do now.
“And we are on to round 5, Science” the host announced to the contestants and cameras alike.
At least that was something to make Amanda feel better, if she could win this round it would give her body some time to adjust to the last round's water intake. Maybe that was it, it was at least a possible explanation of the intense discomfort she was feeling in her abdomen. The intensity of her desperation might be linked to the intensity of growth within her. If she could buy herself some time with this round it might help her in the long run, going off the last time they had this round it shouldn't be too much trouble to win this round.
Thankfully for Amanda that proved to be true and she won the round no problem. With no wrong answers and a maximum bank of £1,000 she was the strongest link. Although the others had all done well too, but other than herself and Alex they all had one wrong answer to their name so would have to wait to see who had banked the least. The three minutes had sped by and now as they watched the lights move around the host it seemed to take an age for her to reveal the winners and losers of the round.
“With an impressive round of quick answers Amanda, you are the strongest link this round, while Olivia im afraid you are the weakest link again.”
They had managed to get an OK amount this round of £1,760, not their highest total and having scored a few £2,000+ rounds this seemed like somewhat of a failure. But as the pumps activated, it felt more than enough to Olivia as the best part of another litre joined the contents of her stretching bladder. She was emotionally torn by a constant state of hating and enjoying the sensation currently erupting in her bladder. It wasn’t too bad now, but as she looked around she knew she would have to slow her intake if she wanted to win. Olivia knew she was capable of holding more than anyone here, but being the weakest link early not only made her fuller quicker, but also limited the intake of the others. All 6 of them had made it further than they had in the last contest and that meant the totals were still being split evenly between 4 of them. If she wasn’t careful, they would keep getting small amounts while she ballooned out completely. Even now she could feel her dress becoming tighter by the second, but thankfully the fabric still moved easily and wasn’t constricting her growing body too much. She pinched the leather fabric away from her to test its ability to stretch further, watching it flex she was sure she still had plenty of time before it added more pressure than she might be able to handle.
Around her the other contestants were starting to feel the effects of the water as well, even Claudia who Olivia considered to be in the best position seemed to be pressing her hands lightly into the crotch of her grey leggings. A sight that surprised her, given Claudia's strong showing in the last match.
“Round 6 will be include questions on the sporting category, so lets see if anyone can beat out Scarlet this time round”
The lights came down and refocused on the 6 increasingly desperate women standing on their podiums, although most signs at this point were a lot more mild than they were at the end of the last contest.
The round started focusing on a smiling Scarlet, it was her time to shine and she needed to maximise it.
“3 minutes on the clock lets begin”
“Scarlet, which American won 3 gold medals playing volleyball?”
“Karch Kiraly” an obscure question to start that made Scarlet worried if the others got some like this, they might not get much from this round.
“Correct, Alex which basketball team have famously appeared in many television shows including Scoobydoo and Saturday Night live?”
“Harlem globetrotters”
“Correct. Amanda who did Muhammad Ali beat to win the world title in 1964?”
“Sonny Liston”
“Correct. Claudia, In which country are the headquarters of UEFA?”
“Switzerland”
“Correct” So far so good thought Scarlet, she would need to make sure to bank if it made its way around the her again. It wouldn’t be the max but since everyone was doing so well she needed to put herself ahead with some banking.
“Katy, Which sport is the most watched in America?
“American football?” I mean its in the name
“Correct. Olivia Which football team are known as the Cherries?”
“Bournemouth”
“Correct, Scarlet”
“Bank” Scarlet had done it, a full round. Even though they were just 2 questions off the maximum she had to risk it to be the strongest link. In her mind the total of what they had already achieved was more than enough for her. So given that, she just needed to play to win, even if it would cost them a little bit of money.
“Scarlet. What country was Tennis created?”
Was it England, or Scotland…. “United Kingdom” it was a sneaky play from her, but it was better than risking losing it if she was wrong.
“Correct, Alex, Who is Australia’s record rugby union try scorer”
Wait, this had been a question at one of the stupid pub quizzes her and her friends had gone to while on holiday. “David Campese” How on earth she had remembered that given the state they were in at the time was beyond her. Maybe she would have done better in school is she had a few drinks while revising...on second thought that probably wouldn't have helped.
“Correct” Scarlet nodded in approval, shocked by the young woman’s knowledge so far. She would have to keep an eye on her if any other sporting questions came up.
“Amanda, What name is given to the spear like object thrown at the Olympics?”
“Javelin”
“Correct, Claudia what colour ball is worth 1 point in the game of snooker?”
“Red”
“Correct. Katy, Which course hosts the Scottish Grand National?”
Damit, Katy had no interest in sports and hadn’t really brushed up on them. In her mind it was an educated risk, she was never going to win against Scarlet so she just accepted that and focused on other things. She had been expecting to be at risk of being the weakest link, but she had not planned on being the weakest in 2 other rounds already.
Katy took a deep breath “Pass”
Despite this misstep from Katy, the rest of the round went well for the six women. Scarlet banked again and ensured her spot at the top which also meant on the third go around she could let the play continue and gain the maximum amount for the first time. The smile that had appeared on her face at the start of the round didn’t disappear the entire time as she enjoyed being in the top position for once. She was almost beaming as she got her questions correct and could feel herself moving one step closer towards winning the prize.
“Congratulations Scarlet, you are again the strongest link of the sports round, while i'm afraid Katy you are the weakest link with one wrong answer and no banking.”
Katy had been hoping that someone else would slip towards the end, but it seemed they had all be training hard in the break. Although having realised this would probably happen before the game started, she wasn’t to worried, she could take this loss.
Her pump activated again, with half the £2,370 total pushing its way into her bladder. Katy was now holding more than she did in the entire last game and it was starting to get painful for the slim woman. Her bladder visibly pressing out of her skin and against her heavily elasticated leggings. They had some more room to move but they were far tighter than she ever remembered them being, as more than a litre bloated her already full abdomen.
Still she refused to give the show the satisfaction of showing just how uncomfortable she was becoming. She would show no sign of weakness, she could take this, her body could take any…. A powerful contraction of her bladder caused her to bend over, grunting as she clenched her teeth and fought the wave of pain. Breathing heavily through her nose she was now fighting wave after wave of pressure from inside her. The pump still filling her bladder even as she tried to regain control of her spasming muscles. Katy could feel her defences weakening. She had been trying not to hold herself but a particularly strong spasm saw her hands fly to her crotch and she felt the slightest damp patch on her leggings as she fought her body for control. Thankfully the pump stopped and the pulses from her bladder slowed.
Maybe it was just sweat, that had to be it she tried to convince herself. The room was quite warm and Katy could feel herself sweating slightly. She hadn’t felt the release of anything from her bladder so it couldn’t be pee. She was still in control, for now….
“We now move onto round 7 and the chosen topic is Music”
Alex perked up at that, until now she had been somewhat of a minor player in the game. Of the 6 previous rounds she had neither been strongest or weakest link, despite her best efforts. It really seemed like the others had upped their knowledge, something she regretted not doing a bit sooner if she was being honest.
Alex could feel her bladder starting to get full, but it was nothing compared to what Olivia and Katy had been taking in this far. She had been eyeing up Olivia for a while now, happy to see her starting to make some signs of desperation. Olivia had to be her strongest rival, so if she wanted to win this again she was the one to beat. Last time Olivia had amazed Alex last with just how much she could hold and how well she held it until her muscles failed her moments before her own. But that had to be down to the drug mistakes, surely, she couldn’t repeat that performance?
Either way, Alex had a distinct advantage over her at the moment and she wasn’t going to let It slide if she could help it.
Just as with the sports round, there were not major surprises with Alex winning handily, although the training for the others had paid off again with an impressive total of £2,700. Unfortunately, this success had an unforeseen effect for one of the ladies. With no wrong answers and a high confidence level no one banked early, meaning that it was said only 5 times in the round. The last 2 being for just £20 had added a tiny amount to the prize pool, but that was all it took to stop them being the weakest link in an otherwise perfect round. From strongest to weakest, the unfortunate loser of this tight contest was Scarlet.
The pressure that her pump turned on with was enough to make Scarlet yelp in surprise having never felt anything like it. Her hands shot to her crotch as an ocean of water was forced into her bladder with reckless abandon. The pressure was immense, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tried to comprehend what was going on. Doubling over even further Scarlet wrapped her arms around her expanding bladder that was bulging out more and more, she felt like she was going to explode. There was no way her body to could cope with this for long, her skin tightening and ripples of pain shooting across her abdomen as it ballooned out of her. Scarlet just couldn’t handle the sudden weight of her bladder, stumbling as a haze filled her sight, she fell to her knees still clutching herself tightly.
Gasps and short chokes escaped Scarlet as she failed to control her breathing, her vision blurring as her mind was flooded with impulses from her bladder and mildly deprived of oxygen as her bladder seemed to force all the air out of her body. Six weeks ago this amount of water in one go would have split her in two, although she wasn’t sure that wasn’t about to happen now. The spikes of pain increasing in urgency and frequency as the pump still filled her, past her normal capacity and into the unknown. The despair of the pain from her bladder adding to the despair of having let her lead slip. She had been doing well but now she was in real danger or losing it right now as the thirty seconds passed. The pump finally finished torturing her, but still she stayed crouched almost sobbing as her body trembled.
The other contestants watched on as Scarlet's abdomen suddenly stretched as if a force was trying to push it out of her from the other side. The display of anguish bringing back the real memories from the last round, each of them had gone through the same thing and this was a painful reminder of what was to come. They recognised the agonised look and posture of someone demanding far too much out of their bladder.
But as the seconds continued to pass they were amazed to see Scarlet was still dry. Her bladder bulging out and the once artistic knot of a fabric belt pulled unforgiving tight against her. Despite everyone’s expectations she slowly stood on shaking legs and with unconvincing confidence, she regained a semblance of her previous composure. Everyone knew she was nearing the end, one more like that and she would be done for. Looking at her posture there was just no way she could last that much longer, her only chance was to win the next few rounds and hope the others broke soon. Her legs pressed tightly together and constantly vibrating against each other as she tried to keep her clothes dry
Scarlet was clearly in trouble, but as round 8 started she seemed to find a second wind, albeit more of a gentle breeze than a gust. Her bladder still ached terribly and her muscles were straining to keep it contained, but the mind bending discomfort of the previous 30 seconds had quickly disappeared. Her thoughts went back to the accident she had at the cinema last week, Scarlet knew her body could hold more than this but at the same time she had been leaking for almost half an hour before the dam broke in the car She would have to be more in control this time, any big or clearly visible leak would get her disqualified.
The Host began the round with Claudia and that gave Scarlet a couple of much needed extra moments before her questions.
Round 8 went by slowly for all those involved, the topic of politics not allowing a repeat of the last few successful rounds. The two strong players were Olivia and Claudia, with the others still enabling them to reach a reasonable total of £2,160. It wasn’t a bad total but compared to some of the others it wasn’t the best they had ever done. This seemed to be a worrying trend that was happening, for every amazing round they had they seemed to have several less successful ones. Although if they were winning £3,000 a round they would probably all have wet themselves by now.
“The strongest link for the first time was Olivia, while im sorry to say not for the first time, the weakest link was Katy.”
Olivia let out a pained sigh, she could finally take a break and hope that the fluids would start to level out amongst the others. Looking at the group again she could tell that even the small amount was having an impact on Scarlet. Her competitor once again was doubled over, hands between her legs as she fought off the demands of her bladder. Olivia had been surprised to see her stand up again after the last round where she had almost exploded on the spot from the looks of things. Maybe she would put up a bit more of a fight than last time. Although even then the control of the only one of them to have given birth had impressed her.
A loud grunt turned her attention to Katy, who was also impressing Olivia. She had to be almost double the amount she had lost with last time. Her face was flushed red and the bulge coming out of her abdomen displayed the extent of the issue for the young woman. Sweat was clearly forming on Katy's face, drops falling from her nose as it shined in the lights of the studio. She had to be near capacity Olivia reckoned, if she had received none of the drugs last time then it had been an unfair measure at what was it, like 2 litres. If they did work as advertised that would mean that Katy had a capacity of what 4 Litres she guessed. How many times had she been the weakest link now, 3 or was it 4? Either way Olivia could tell she was really struggling to physically contain herself as she watched Katy get pumped fuller and fuller of water. Yet somehow she was managing to not display to many signs of desperation, it was obvious her body was under tremendous strain and yet she refused to hold herself or even cross her legs.
To Katy's left Claudia seemed to be uncomfortable too, but she didn’t seem anywhere near as desperate. Had she even been a weakest link yet? Olivia had been trying to keep track of everything but it was harder than it seemed when there is a device inside you repeatedly filling your bladder. The black haired woman was trying to look casual, but the gentle resting of her left hand against the inside of her thigh, was a clear sign of her discomfort to the now trained eyes of Olivia. Now her eyes fell onto Amanda, next to Scarlet she seemed to be the worst off. Her face was red and bladder was clearly bloated, sticking a fair distance out of her stomach. Its contents causing her to gently bounce on the spot, shifting from one foot to the other, the moments when her legs touched lingering slightly longer than they usually would have and clearly displaying how desperate she was.
Amanda had lost a couple of big rounds so Olivia wasn’t too surprised to see how desperate she was, especially given her last showing. But she had seemed so confident at the start and still seemed to be trying to put on a good show. But was it a show for them, or herself. Olivia watched almost mesmerised by the rhythmic movements of her legs, to the left, to the right and back to the left like she was dancing with an invisible partner. Amanda's face was a picture of concentration, but as Olivia watched on the pumps stopped and she opened her eyes causing Olivia to look away.
She caught the eyes of the last person, her true rival, Alex. Alex was doing well again, no weakest links yet and Olivia was sure they were in for a rematch for the record books. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of it, realising she was in the perfect position to push her bladder and Alex’s bladder even further than they had last time. Now Olivia was really looking forward to the end of this contest, how far would she need to go to win, how much could the two rivals bladders really take she wondered.
Bladders after round 8
Alex: 2,201 ml
Olivia: 3,405 ml
Claudia: 1,558 ml
Amanda: 3,653* ml
Scarlet: 2,504 ml
Katy: 4,553 ml
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Meanwhile, somewhere across the city.
A television set glowed in the dim light of bedroom, the curtains closed and lights off. A figure stirred opposite it, their eyes glued on the television set and a wide smile across their face.
“That’s right, its almost over for you” the figure spoke ominously. A foreboding atmosphere filled the room as they watched and waited for the downfall of the women writhing in front of them. The end was near, at least for one of them.
The gloom was suddenly penetrated by a shaft of light as someone opened the door to the mysterious person room.
“Hey, Angelica do you want anything from the shops” asked a short blonde haired woman.
“No i'm good” came the response from the black haired student, sat still in her Pyjama’s and watching the live broadcast of the weakest link.
The door closed and the petite girl went back to staring intently at the television, the smile returning as she watched her teacher desperately dance on the screen.
“Cheats never prosper” she whispered to herself while sipping from a large bottle of Cola.
She couldn’t help but look to her bedside table, a table that contained the remnants of her revenge for the teacher that had cost Angelica her dignity at college. It had taken some investigation and quite a bit of money but it had been worth it. She had never heard of Omazium before, but after reading its description she was sure it was the perfect ingredient. A potent diuretic with a warning for causing an inability to void properly after intake, she had remembered reading about Antimuscarinic effects at college and knew it was the perfect combination.
She had assumed Amanda would drink it during the day at college, hoping to see its affects first hand, but this was even better. Although even she wasn’t aware of just how well it was working. After seeing Amanda’s set up she had used the whole batch which was more than enough for 2 doses, expecting her teacher to drink one on each day. Now, not only had Amanda doubled her dosage but also the amount liquid she had drunk to do so, plus an extra coffee Olivia she all but sealed her fate. Unless the combination of other drugs could help her fight it, but she was sure that Amanda would be getting increasingly desperate even if she won, Angelica would enjoy watching her struggle.
The clearly desperate woman on the screen crossed her legs again, this time with a hand forced between them. It was clearly kicking in now, she didn’t know how much it was adding to her substantially bloated bladder but she was sure by the look on Amanda's face that it was a lot.
Angelica couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind at the moment, was she still confident her drug cocktail would let her win or was she starting to realise something was wrong. Either way, Angelica was enjoying watching her revenge unfold, any moment now and her bladder would burst and she would know the humiliation that she had caused Angelica.
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Thanks for continuing to read this story guys!
I hope you are all enjoying it as the desperation ramps up.
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Chapter 18: Turing test (long chapter)
As the cameras focused on each of the ladies during the short breaks between rounds, it was now clear to everyone watching that each of them was feeling the affect of the water now. While some were still maintaining their composure at some level, others were clearly clutching themselves or dancing in desperation. But the host wasn't going to give them more than a few second to compose themselves.
“So we are on to round 9 with all of our contestants still playing. The category for this round is general knowledge”
There was a small pause as the host looked ahead of herself, it was just for a few seconds but it caught the contestants off guard.
Normally, there were no pauses at all as they moved from one round to the other, continually pumped full of water. Only Claudia recognised the face of someone receiving instructions or information via an ear piece. It was a skill you had to work on as to not be so obvious, and it seemed as though Anne was not that well practised. After just a few moments the host looked composed again and the lights came down onto the contestants yet again, quite what she was being told was still a mystery for Claudia.
“Starting with Claudia, how many bones do Baby’s have?”
“300” A strangely uniform number that was easy to remember.
“Correct. Katy, The name given to animals that only eat plants and grasses is what?”
“Herbivore”
“Correct. Olivia, in what country did Snooker originate?”
“India” . The question made her think back to watching Tara play pool while desperate to pee, if only she had known at the time how that night would end. Olivia tried to look through the glare of the lights and into the crowd, but she couldn’t make anyone out. She wondered how her girlfriend was doing up in the stands, she was sure that Tara would be enjoying the show.
“Correct. Scarlet, when did NBA players first play in the Olympics?”
“1992”
“Correct. Alex, how many black keys are there on a piano?”
“Thirrrty Six” her confidence faltered as she answered quickly”
“Correct. Amanda. What is a golf ball made of?”
“Rubber”
“Correct Claudia. Which movie was the first to be known as a block buster?”
“Jaws”
“Correct. Katy, Who sang My heart will go on?”
“Celine Dion”
“Correct. Olivia, which brothers invented the aeroplane”
“Wright..Brothers”
“Correct”
“Bank”
“Scarlet, who discovered Australia?”
“James cook”
“Correct. Alex, Who was the first US president?”
“George Washington”
“Correct. Amanda what is the value of the Roman numeral X?”
“10”
“Correct. Claudia, Devils triangle is another name of what?”
“Bermuda triangle”
“Correct. Katy, What Character did Linda Hamilton play in the Terminator films?”
“Sarah Connor”
“Correct. Olivia, which was the only non-album song released by Led Zeplin?”
“What can I do”
“Correct. Scarlet, who wrote Charlie and the chocolate factory?”
“Roald Dhal” an easy answer. It was Teddy's favourite book for her to read to him at bed time. Although she was fairly sure the morals of the story about not being greedy or ill tempered were lost on him. He just wanted to hear about the amazing sweets and crazy machines.
“Correct. Alex, what other name is given to the state of Texas?”
“Lone star state”
“Correct. Amanda what is the Earths diameter in km?”
“12,700”
“Correct, Claudia”
“Bank” Claudia had been counting and desperately hoping that Amanda wouldn’t bank. Thankfully her opponent hadn’t and that had given her the chance too. Hopefully that would stop her being the weakest link this round, she was really starting to feel the effects of the liquid inside her. But unlike the last match and any of her previous holds, she could feel her muscles already weakening. The pressure inside her only increasing despite the fact she wasn’t currently being forced full of water. Her attention was brought back to the present by the host calling her name again.
“Claudia, what year did Hurricane Katrina devastate America”
She hadn’t been on TV then, but she had still followed the news of it closely. “2005”
“Correct, Katy what year was Microsoft formed?”
“1975” There was almost an amazed look from the host. She clearly hadn’t expected the young woman to know the answer, and she wasn’t the only one. But Katy enjoyed the satisfaction of the moment, her bladder still ached softly inside her, but she could feel the tides turning as her body adjusted to her demands. She was back in the game, although she should have banked, she hadn’t yet and they were about half way through.
“Correct, Olivia. Which city is known as the city of love?”
“Paris”
“Correct. Scarlet, which pair created Tom and Jerry?”
“Hanna and Barbera”
“Correct. Alex, who is the patron saint of Ireland?”
“St. Patrick”
“Correct, Amanda which country invented paper?”
“China” along with most other things.
“Correct. Claudia, who is the co-founder of the Fox network?”
“Rupert Murdoch”
“Correct”
“Bank” Katy wasn’t going to risk it again. If she got this right the others might be annoyed that she had cut them off, but she had to look after herself. While she felt confident in her abilities of self control again, she knew that being the weakest link might ruin that, especially this round. They were doing well, really well. By her estimates they had to be at around £3,000 and that meant one thing, a lot of water for the weakest link, and the round wasn’t even over.
“Katy, what state is Times Square found in?”
“New York”
“Correct. Olivia, which is the deepest ocean?”
“Pacific”
“Correct, Scarlet. Which country first legalised gay marriage?”
“Canada”
“Correct, Alex”
“Bank” Alex had watched Katy bank and knew no one wanted to be the weakest link this round, they were all slowly coming to the realisation that this was going to be one of, if not the biggest round they ever had. They were blowing through these questions at an amazing pace with barley a moment wasted, even the host seemed to be speeding up with them.
“Alex, What colour absorbs the most light?”
“Black”
“Correct, Amanda heavy water is another name for what?”
“Deuterium”
“Correct. Claudia what does NASA sta….?”
“National Aeronautics Space Administration”
“Correct. Katy, which planet is closest to the sun?”
What was that rhyme again My Very...oh “Mercury”
“Correct, Olivia”
“Bank” she had cut it close, not banking in the previous question was a risk. But it seemed that everyone was once again playing for themselves, possibly in fear of this round ending up in them. At this point, she was sure it would be a bladder breaking amount for most of them. Maybe only herself and Alex could manage it given the last contest. It would defiantly be interesting to see who got it and by her estimates, if she banked again it would likely be Alex. Just the thing she needed to regain the edge over her rival who was still looking quite comfortable.
“Olivia, what is a peninsula?”
“Uh...An area of land surrounded by water but attached to another larger land mass?” she wasn’t sure of that as an answer, what were they looking for. It was such an odd question and if she got that wrong, she could have just undone all her hard work.
“Correct, Scarlet what element is the symbol Fe on the…”
“iron”
“Correct, Alex how many stars are on the Australian flag?”
“5”
“Correct Amanda”
“Bank”
“When was Titanic released?”
“1997”
“Correct, Claudia, in which city was Martin Luther King assassinated?”
“Memphis”
“Correct, Katy. Which animal is the symbol of the WWF?”
“Giant Panda”
“Correct, Olivia, who did Merlin advise in ….?”
“King Arthur”
“Bank” Scarlet's face burned slightly, that was a bit to soon. Although the host didn't say anything about it thankfully.
“Correct Scarlet, El clasico is a match between whi…?”
“Barcelona and Real Madrid”
“Correct, Alex The statue of liberty was originally owned by which country?”
“France”
“Correct”
“Bank”
“Amanda Which African country was formerly known as Abyssinia?”
“Ethiopia”
“Correct. Claudia, what is a baby Kangaroo called”
“A joey”
“Correct, Katy. When was the Euro introduced?”
“1999”
“Correct, Olivia”
“Bank”
“Olivia, which country became the first in the world to have a female Prime Minister?”
“Sri Lanka”
“Correct. Scarlet, what is the maximum time a player can look for a ball in golf?”
“5 minutes”
“Correct”
“Bank”
“Alex, On which ship did Charles Darwin make his famous expedition, which led to his theory of evolution?”
“The beagle”
Finally the buzzer went on what was an amazing round for them. No wrong answers and lots of banking.
"Correct"
“Congratulations ladies, what a round! I can now confirm that you have managed to break the all time record for any round total. Together the six of you really showed your skills as you banked a massive £3,500.
A tenseness filled the air once again as the ladies waited to find out who was the strongest but more importantly who was the weakest link.
With such a massive round, this could take any of them to their breaking point, with almost 2 full litres on the line. For some that amount was more than what they were already holding from several rounds, while for others it was almost the same as what they had held before pissing themselves in the last contest. This would really be a turning point in the match for many of them. As soon as one fell as they were sure they would soon follow, with the amount each woman got from the rounds increasing with less of them to share the load.
“I can confirm that it is Scarlet who is the strongest link” A sigh of relief was audible above the silent room. The only other sounds the faint buzz of the studio lights and quiet shuffling of some of the audience. “For one of the first times we have a joint Weakest link, with no wrong answers from any of you and both banking the same amount. Those two are Alex and Amanda."
Olivia’s eyes light up, her estimates were right and this could really help her.
“But im afraid there can only be one weakest link per round, so as the rules state it goes to the person who answered the least questions correctly”
A confused look went around the group, surely that was the same as the most wrong answers, isn’t it?
The host continued “So that means that with one less correct answer, the weakest link is….Amanda”
The realisation hit Amanda about what the host was talking about when she said least correct, Alex had answered one more question that her before the time ran out.
“No please” Amanda whimpered to the host, as she waited for the pump to reactivate. her body was too full, she could feel her skin already stretched and now she was about to be filled with so much more. But her quiet protest fell on deaf ears as her pump switched on inside of her.
Amanda let out a low guttural scream as her already bloated body was rammed full of more water. Almost a mirror image of Scarlet just moments before she sank to her knees, clutching herself with both hands. She pressed her legs as tightly against each other as possible, stooping to sit on the heels of both of her feet. She could feel every fibre of her body expanding as each second passed, more and more water entering her body and pumping it fuller and fuller. Amanda’s eyes were screwed shut, her face instantly flushing red as sweat started to gather on her skin. Her body and mind felt under attack as they sent conflicting signals to each other, overwhelming Amanda totally. She wasn’t sure what to do, she had to stop the feelings going on in her body, she was filled with anxiety as she panicked internally. She couldn’t take this, it had to stop or she felt like she would literally explode, her body just wasn’t capable of holding this much liquid.
Amanda’s hear rate picked up and her breathing became hard and laboured as the blonde woman remained crouched on her podium, each second passing only increasing the despair and pain she was feeling. By the halfway mark her bladder was sending almost constant pulses of pain, radiating around her body, she could feel her bladder spasms all the way from her head to her toes. Short staccato notes escaped her throat between her pained and panting breaths.
The guttural noises and squeaks escaping her increasing in volume as the pressure within Amanda's bladder and body also increased in volume of a different kind. It was too much, her face frowned and scrunched even tighter as she bit her lip to stop from screaming loudly into the room. Her body still convulsing as the pump continued to wreak havoc inside her. Amanda could suddenly taste blood, she was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, but she didn’t care about her lip, all her focus was on her bladder right now.
After 30 seconds the agony of being pumped full was over and the pain abated slightly, but her bladder now constantly pulsed and shuddered inside her. There was just no way she could move without exploding. Opening her eyes she could see that her abdomen now stretched inches out of her, standing almost a foot out in front of her previously flat stomach. Her bloated organ looking almost alien to her, unable to comprehend the amount of space and distance it was taking up as her body had expanded. Amanda’s light blue leggings were now pulled so taught across her expanded bladder that the blue had given way to an almost white colour, the Lycra being forced apart to accommodate her new body mass. The dark purple of her cotton underwear also clearly visible through the straining fabric.
Moments passed as still she crouched, panting heavily and unable to move. Amanda’s face was now a pale shade of white, going from the bright red of exertion to a colour that made her look physically ill. Was it possible for a body to go into to shock from being so rapidly filled with so much liquid? if it was, Amanda was a prime candidate.Amanda knew she couldn’t handle this, she felt physically sick as she took deep breaths trying not to weep in desperation. She had tried, but she had failed and knew she had to let this out. Holding her breath she tried to loosen her muscles and let her tortured body win, but nothing happened.
Again, she tried to pee but nothing.
Looking around Amanda was suddenly conscious of the staring of the other contestants and audience alike. Each of them waiting to continue the game, their desperation only increasing as they watched her while receiving their own doses.
The tears slowly falling from Amanda bloodshot eyes mixed with the sweat that was now dripping from her body. Her long black shirt saving her from displaying the full extent of her clammy and warm skin. The assault on her bladder and taste of blood had set her body to fight or flight mode and apparently that was making her sweat an alarming amount. Trying to regain control of her breathing she readied herself to stand. Amanda had tried flight so the only other option was to fight. Panting, shaking and clutching her now massive bladder she slowly rose to her feet, an agonised look on her face as each movement sent yet more spasms through her trembling frame.
Somehow Amanda regained her position at the podium, with one hand she gripped it for support while the other was now pressing hard against her crotch. It was strange, the sensations in her body were completely overwhelming and it was hard to pick what was worse, the discomfort of her full bladder or the need to pee. At this point it had all become one and Amanda’s head was swirling, but the adrenaline her body had released thinking it was under attack was starting to fight its way through. A slight beam of light coming through the fog of her desperation. Maybe, just maybe she could do this, not that she wanted to at the moment.
“So we are onto round 10, current events”
Olivia had been focusing on her bladder as it too had grown more inside her dress. The allure of the contest back in full force for the woman who was desperate to test her strength. It seemed the more she was filled, the more she wanted to be, a strange paradox of emotions as the pressure inside her grew. But taking a deep breath she knew that more than filling herself, she wanted to win this, and this was her shot to get a strongest link.
“Starting with Katy and with 3 minutes on the clock lets begin”
“Which country landed the first human-made object on the far side of the Moon?”
“China”
“Correct, Olivia. Who announced he was leaving The National Television Awards after 9 years as host?”
“Dermot O'Leary”
“Correct. Scarlet, Which European country renamed itself, hence ending a decades-old dispute with Greece?”
“Macedonia”
“Correct. Alex, Who did BBC Two viewers vote the most iconic figure of the 20th Century following a series that asked the public to name the century's greatest figure?”
“Uhh…” it was such a vague question….BBC, what do they show. “Sir David Attenborough?”
“Incorrect, it was Alan Turing”.
That one wrong answer was all it took for her to be the weakest link for round 10. The three minutes passed by quickly with no wrong answers despite a series of complicated questions. The other contestants were surprising Alex with their knowledge again, the amount of information they seemed to pull out of thin air was amazing. Or it would have been if she wasn’t competing against them, now it was starting to be worrying. Although as the round had continued, she had realised she was still ok. The pressure from her bladder was nowhere near as extreme as it had been in her duel with Olivia last time. She was also sure she hadn’t been weakest link before this, so she was fairly sure if she could manage to only be the weakest link once in 10 rounds, she was doing something right. Plus, it had only just been her, one more wrong answer and anyone could have been right there with her.
Alex had almost gotten away with it, on the fourth round of questions it appeared that Katy was suffering from a particularly strong pulse from her bladder and had missed the question. Alex had been sure Katy was going to get it wrong as she pressed her athletic yet shapely legs together. Katy wasn’t quite squirming but her discomfort was clear for all to see, fighting a bladder that was now easy to see despite the heavy elastic of her royal blue leggings. However, just as when Alex thought she had an out, after Katy had asked the now smirking host to repeat the question she got it completely right. Much to Alex's dismay.
“At the end of round 10 I can confirm that Olivia you are the strongest link, while for the first time it is Alex that was the Weakest link. In total you manged another substantial round of £2,600”
It only took a few moments for Alex to feel her pump activate and the familiar sensation of it filling her bladder set in. Until now the sensations had been relatively peaceful, but this time the pressure was much higher. It forced her to bend as she felt her bladder start to bulge for the first time that day. Clenching her hands and pressing her thighs together she centred herself, still just about controlling her breathing as her desperation seemed to increase exponentially. An internal mantra of "you can hold more" set in as she repeated it again and again to herself. She knew her limits and this was not it, but that didn’t help stop the protests from her stretching bladder and muscles as they tried to cope with the new amount of liquid.
A loud grunt caught her attention as she saw Amanda clutching herself again and groaning as yet more water was pumped into her. Her fortitude was really something to behold, the desperate woman's breathing ragged once again. Amanda’s bladder was defiantly the largest of any of the women stood there, possibly the largest that Alex had ever seen. Even when thinking back to her and Olivia fighting it out, she wasn’t sure theirs could compete with the heavily pregnant looking bladder that Amanda was somehow containing. No wonder she had been confident at the start.
Amanda felt her pump turn on, this time accompanied by a burning sensation as her bladder was forced even bigger than it currently was. She was in agony and more tears rolled down her cheeks, thankfully the nausea had subsided but with it had come the renewed discomfort and desperation. A pulse forced her to cross her legs, although that seemed to only increase the pressure on her abdomen as her long legs compressed the space between them. Letting out a high pitched squeal her hands instinctively shot to her bladder, trying to protect it from further harm. Even the slightest brushes was sending sparks of pain dancing across her stretched flesh. Her long black top now barely covering her entire body as it was pushed further outwards due to her bloated form.
Despite her hands trying to protect her bladder, for the last 2 minutes Amanda had been trying to relax her muscles and coax the pee out of her. She was desperate for this to be over, the discomfort and pain was just too much. But it was no use, it seemed there was a mental or possibly a chemical barrier stopping her from wetting herself. Was this because of her drug mixture, she had never experienced this level of discomfort or inability to pee before. Had she done something wrong, maybe the show changed the chemical they used and now they were having some inverse reaction. Her mind went into overdrive trying to think of a way out of the situation, but she was drawing a blank.
Amanda wanted to just quit, to run off the stage, but what If she couldn’t pee even in the toilet. What if the crew became curious with her, would they find out what she had done. What would happen if they did, was this illegal? Could they fine her, would she loose her job? She couldn’t let that happen, so she only had one choice, to keep playing.
Beside her, a subtle motion went unnoticed by everyone.
Claudia had been silently battling with her body for control, trying not to give away the scale of the battle going on between her and her muscles. She could feel them quivering inside her as the pump activated. Claudia knew she shouldn’t be having this much trouble already, but her muscles were almost burning in effort. Each time the pump activated she could feel them trembling and threatening to let loose.
Just as her pump finished she had felt it, the smallest of leaks into her grey leggings. How she wished she had picked something that would show it less. Thinking quickly she put one hand into her crotch, giving it a quick press she could feel it was wet. “Fuck” she swore in her head, pressing harder she tried to push the moisture out of her leggings and onto her hand. Removing it quickly she put her now damp hand on her hip, trying to disguise her wiping any liquid on her top as casually as possible. Looking around she was thankful that most people seemed to be watching either Alex or Amanda, she had gotten away with it. But she could feel her muscles starting to struggle, why did those halfwits have to plan that stupid holding contest for the day before this show. If she lost this show because of it, he would have to hope he wasn’t in work the next time she was.
But for now she had to concentrate, the next round was beginning and somehow all 6 of them had made it dry, well almost.
The studio lights shifted again, now shinning off the sweat covered faces of many of the contestants, who were by this point in the contest fighting an increased urge to pee.
“We move onto round 11 which will be on Fashion” The host announced, causing a few looks of an unsure nature to pass between the ladies.
For Scarlet this was a worrying topic, she had very little knowledge on these things. She just hoped she wasn’t the only one and that the others would slip up too. That way, even if she was the weakest link it wouldn’t be too bad. If they had been able to mulligan one topic, it would have been this.
On the other hand this was exactly what Claudia needed, she might not have been the most knowledgeable person on this, but the life of an on-screen personality did mean she had to keep on top of modern fashion trends. Despite the tingling now coming from between her legs as her muscles continued to tire, if she could get a strongest link here it would really help her chances of making it further into the contest. The fact that everyone had made it this far was surprising her, although looking at the writhing mess that was Amanda, and the flushed faces of Katy and Scarlet she thought she was in for a chance at getting third again. Although by her accounts, both Alex and Olivia had to be far fuller than her, so maybe she did have a chance after all.
Unfortunately, Katy had other ideas. Over the next 3 minutes the 19 year old flaunted her knowledge of any and all things fashionable, from answering before the question was finished to elaborate and perfect answers. She was running the show and enjoying it no end. With each question she would lock eyes with the host, their ongoing silent battle for domination only gaining strength as the confidence in her ability to hold and determination not to let the host win increased.
“At the end of round 11, you scored a total of £2,440. Remarkably, Katy you are the strongest link for the second time while im afraid Scarlet you are the weakest link”
Even before the pumps activated Scarlet was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating as she waited for the agony that was about to be forced upon her. It wasn’t as much as last time but it was still far more than she wanted. As long as she…
The pumps activated again and she squealed, outstretching an arm she steadied herself on the podium putting her other hand tightly between her legs. Both thighs squeezing together to bolster her defences as her bladder was stretched even further. Thankfully the intense pressure and pain that had accompanied the earlier incident were somewhat lessened. Possibly due to the fact her bladder was already stretching abnormally out of her, the first time she had been relatively empty. So by proportion this was having less of an impact on how much her bladder would have to stretch, but while the pain was less her desperation was shooting through the roof. Her left hand pressing harder against her womanhood as she desperately fought to contain her water. She was breathing heavily, puffing out her cheeks as her face flushed again in effort. However, the sound of her heavy breathing was quickly overshadowed by poor Amanda who was really struggling.
Amanda was now constantly feeling wave after wave of pain and discomfort shooting through her body as it stretched further past her physical limits. Why had she done this to herself, why did she have to cheat. Tears rolled down her face as yet more water was pumped into her bulging bladder. At her current state it seemed that even the smallest amounts of extra liquid were pure agony for her. Amanda's skin was so tight now she felt like it could tear off her body at any moment as she clutched at herself. The tightness of her leggings doing nothing to help the situation as they now painfully constricted her bladder which demanded yet more room to grow as it was pumped fuller and fuller. She was willing herself to just let go, she sobbed loudly into the quiet room, why couldn’t she just pee. She had never needed a piss this badly in her life and yet her body was betraying her, she was trapped in a prison of her own making. Amanda only had her self to blame, the despair of the situation causing her to sob in misery again.
Amanda’s body was now so full it was seemingly trying to get rid of the liquid within her any way possible other than peeing, sweat was now dripping off her. Running from under her breasts it rolled its way across her massively distended bladder and down her leggings. To some it may seem like she was leaking, but she knew the truth, how she wished she was leaking. Lowering her red face, she stared at the floor as she still tried to unlock the flood gates. Her blonde hair now matted against her sweating and bright red face.
Most looked on in amazement at the sweating and groaning woman, amazed at how much she was putting her body through. Even through the sobs, her control and willpower must have been amazing to carry on like this. Most had seen it last time, she had been filled repeatedly and yet had forced her body shut well beyond its capacity in the last contest. Somehow over the last 6 weeks of training she must have worked on that control, or so they thought. Only 2 people knew what was really going on and they were exhibiting the complete opposite of emotions.
Another smirk appeared on Katy’s face, she had seen something that only increased her confidence of winning. First she was the strongest link, then two of her competitors seemed to be having real trouble containing their bulging bladders. Not that her’s was any less aching from fullness, but she was in control, of the game and her bladder. But now, she had seen it, one of the competitors was leaking and it wasn’t either of the women writhing in agony at their podiums. It was the slim raven headed weather woman across from her. The studio lights had reflected off something as it rolled its way down her grey leggings. Katy had watched as Claudia closed her eyes and squeezed one hand between her legs again, before attempting to wipe it on the top of her leggings in an area where it wouldn’t be as noticeable. But Katy had noticed and now she was counting down the moments till it was just her, Olivia and Alex. Then the real contest could start.
Claudia could feel her thighs tremble as the pumps activated yet again, wincing as her bladder painfully contracted inside her. Closing her eyes she tried to focus all her energy on surviving the next 30 seconds, but less than 20 later she felt her muscles relax again as another droplet forced its way between her tightly clenched muscles. Claudia could feel her defences cracking under the strain of two massive holds in as many days. Another spasm rocked her and she felt a more substantial leak happen. The warmth spread against her hand and she felt the fainted sensations of wetness run down the inside of her left leg. “Shit” she whispered; she was leaking. Her face flushed with embarrassment but somehow regained control again. Repeating the same movement as last time she just hoped that no one had seen it this time either. The realisation of her situation was dawning on her, one of these times she wouldn’t be able to stop the leak turning into something more substantial. She wasn’t going to win….she wasn’t going to win. But as long as she stopped herself coming last she would be OK, the shame of it would be unbearable. Opening her eyes, she focused on Amanda, “come on piss yourself already” she thought to herself, not knowing that the woman she was looking at was thinking the exact same thing.
“And we move on to round 12, History.” The host said loudly, keen to keep the contest rolling. "Three minutes ready, lets begin"
“Scarlet what year did the cold war officially end?”
“1989”
“Correct. Alex, What network aired its first music video, titled "Video Killed the Radio Star," in 1981?”
“MTV”
“Correct. Amanda, Who married Louis XVI in 1770?”
“Marie Antoinette” Somehow despite the sweat still pouring from her body, she was still able to answer the question. Her bladder throbbing inside her, but the burning sensation accompanied with the pump had stopped too her relief. While the drugs were the reason for the torment, her potent cocktail still seemed to be working to some degree with lessening the pain.
“Correct. Claudia”
Claudia bit her lip trying not to groan as another pulse from her bladder caused her womanhood to tremble. Her muscles hanging on by a thread of control.
“In what year did Christopher Columbus discover the New World?”
“1492”
“Correct”
The next three minutes were filled with the occasional gasps, groans and shuffling noises as the women fought their bloated bladders. Claudia’s desperation becoming more pronounced as her legs started to vibrate against each other as she stood at the podium. The first signs of her desperation many of the contestants had seen. Between questions she was now biting her lip, a worried look coming over her face as she constantly shuffled and prayed for Amanda to pee first. It was just a matter of time. Amanda though was still trying to do the same, yet her body refused to relax even as it spasmed and demanded to be released. Next to her Katy and Scarlet gently rubbed a hand over their bladders, trying to sooth the not so dull ache’s they were experiencing, with any sudden pressure or movement causing their bladders to pulse dangerously.
Only Olivia seemed to be doing well, she was still watching Alex, the signs of desperation were slowly appearing on her rival and she was interested to see how they would progress. Alex was now stood with her legs pressed tightly against each other. One foot occasionally tapping into the other, she could see the desperation rising but if she was honest so was her's.
It was this interest in her rival that had caught her out, like a school boy caught staring at their crush she had not noticed the round progress to her. Missing the half the question she attempted to answer but got it completely wrong. Her face blushing, she had been caught out. Her new found love of desperate women was really starting to be a distraction, being surrounded by 5 beautiful and desperate women was a dream come true but now, it was a real hindrance to her chances of winning. She wanted to slap herself for being so stupid, although if she was able to be so easily distracted was that a good sign right? Her desperation was indeed strong, but it cant be that bad if she could so easily switch it off. That was the only positive thing she could think of about what had just happened. That and thankfully Alex didn’t seem to have noticed her staring.
“At the end of that round, ladies you scored £2,720. Another impressive total with the six of you working well.”
“The strongest link this time was Scarlet with the most amount of banking, but with the most wrong answers Olivia you are the weakest link.”
Dam, that mistake was really going to cost her Olivia thought to herself.
The contestants felt their pumps activate for the 12th time that day as another litre was pushed into Olivia. Pursing her lips she did her best not to let the pressure get the better of her. Her need to pee was escalating rapidly, it seemed she had found and now gone past her limits and her body was starting to respond. Pressing her legs together she put one hand between her legs, she wasn’t that desperate yet but she knew that a show of force wouldn’t work in the long run. It might give the others some more confidence, but Olivia knew it was more about substance than trying to act tough. If her body asked for help as it was now, she was going to give it what it wanted.
Another loud groan from Amanda caught her attention, how the heavily bloated woman was still standing was something to behold. Olivia considered herself to have a bladder of steel, but that title might have to go to Amanda at the current time. The red-faced woman now had both hands pressing into her crotch as she grimaced and moaned almost constantly in discomfort. Even the smallest amounts of pressure were clearly causing a substantial amount of pain for her, Would Olivia really go through it to that extent to win? She usually enjoyed this but if she got to that point, she would seriously consider giving in.
“Oh shit!” A cry went out into the room, followed quickly by a short splattering noise.
All attention turned to the black-haired beauty currently hunched over with both hands covering her obviously wet crotch, snakes of wetness running down her thighs and past her knees. A small puddle of liquid beneath her on the podium clearly giving away the situation, Claudia had temporarily lost control while being filled and a few moments later the thundering of running water hitting a solid surface filled the room as she groaned. For a few moments Claudia tried to stop her tired muscles releasing her bladder. But they were just too tired, after two days of being denied a proper bathroom schedule they were taking matters into their own hands. Still groaning the patter of her pee hitting the floor continued, her leggings darkening along the inside of her toned legs. A large puddle forming between her shoes as she continued to empty herself on the stage. After 10 seconds Claudia finally gave up, realising it was far to late to recover. Her muscles just didn’t have the strength.
Straightening up the splatter intensified for a moment, her body relaxing completely. Claudia was now standing with her legs apart, her piss freely draining from her body directly beneath her crotch, the clear liquid thundering onto the ground and joining the rest of her expanding puddle. “Dam it” she said quietly, she had come last, the worst possible outcome. She cursed who ever had come up with the idea of the pee holding contest for yesterdays show. Who ever they were, this was their fault.
From third to worst, how could this happen.
Close to a minute went by as Claudia continued wetting herself for the cameras, the final drops falling from her soaked leggings and into the puddle beneath her. Closing her legs she could feel the wet fabric clinging to her, reminiscent of her jogging accident weeks earlier. Maybe these leggings were just cursed, that’s twice she had pissed in them. Shaking her legs to get the last drops off, Claudia slowly walked off the stage, leaving the five other women to continue their desperate game.
Bladders after round 12
Alex: 4,584 ml
Olivia: 5,508 ml
Amanda: 6,375* ml
Scarlet: 4,049 ml
Katy: 5,314 ml
Claudia: 2,996 ml – 6th
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So the first contestant has been eliminated and the pressure is mounting. Who will be next, Will Amanda ever get to be able to pee or will she keep being filled until she wins?
Thanks for reading, this may have turned out a little long but hopefully that doesn’t put anyone off
If you are interested in how much Amanda is actually holding ill put I here in a spoiler. I dont know if anyone would prefer not to know until the end? But since its a feature I thought I would use it.
Spoiler
Amanda's unknowing total is 7,655 ml. This from the diuretic plus 660ml of water and lets say 350ml of Coffee (Also a diuretic). |
Chapter 19: In a pickle
Amanda was now constantly groaning with the effort of controlling her mammoth bladder, unable to stand up straight or move. Just listening to Claudia’s gushing accident had been yet another form of torture for the woman who was trapped inside her own aching body, unable to achieve any relief despite her best efforts. Part of Amanda had hoped the splattering noise would have caused her body to let loose too, but to her dismay it simply increased the frequency and ferocity of the pulses coming from her bladder. Standing hunched at her podium she had to be ready for the next round, whether she liked it or not.
“Starting with Alex, this round will be on English literature”
Alex shifted slightly where she stood, the pressure inside her felt like it had doubled since her weakest link round. Before that she had been confident in her ability to hold her bladder, but as the rounds progressed she could feel the tightness returning in her bladder. The smart and once loose-fitting red dress now much tighter against her skin as her bladder expanded. A faint hue of sweat glistened off her skin as she felt her body starting to struggle with her demands, but she could manage a while longer.
“Three minutes on the clock, Alex. The thought police first appeared in what novel from 1949?”
“1984”
“Correct. Amanda, Which poet wrote Fools rush in where angels fear to tread?”
Another groan echoed around the room as Amanda’s face grimaced as another painful spasm hit her. Barely able to comprehend the questions, the ray of light through the desperation was now gone and she felt as if her mind was quivering in tandem her bladder. She was completely full, her entire body not just her bladder, and nothing could distract her from the all encompassing need to pee she was currently experiencing.
“I don’t know, Im sorry....” she said mournfully to the host.
“The answer was Alexander pope”.
Amanda sobbed where she stood, aware of what that would likely mean for her. She was too full to answer the questions and that would mean she would probably be the weakest link again. She couldn’t take it, she had to get something right and stop this torment. Her face scrunched up in absolute discomfort as she waited for the host to turn back to her in the next round. Hearing Alex bank this early told her all she needed to know, no-one had confidence in her and she wasn’t sure they were wrong not too.
“Amanda, What fictional character lived at 7 Savile Row?”
Panting softly as she stood at her podium Amanda could almost feel the two neurons in her brain connect, despite being overwhelmed with signals from her bloated body.
“Phileas Fogg” She spluttered out.
“Correct” She sighed in relief, one down who knows how many to go.
The relief she felt doubled when Alex got her next question wrong, this was her chance.
“Amanda, what was Inspector Teal's real name in the Saint series of books?”
The world was instantly foggy again, the only sound she could hear was that of her racing heart beating in her ears. She hadn’t even heard of the series let alone the real characters name.
She closed her eyes as the brief moment of mild optimism was quickly replaced with that of true despair.
“Pass” she whimpered out quietly, all to aware of the implications. One wrong answer was more than enough in the previous rounds, so with two it wasn’t looking good for Amanda. Her desperate situation only getting worse as the seconds ticked by and despite not being filed she thought she could feel her body stretching even more. The skin of her once flat stomach pulled preposterously tight, creaking under the strain of her bladder.
Somehow, she got another question right, but over the next 2 minutes her fate was sealed. With 4 passes in the round there was no way back, she would be the weakest link and tears streamed down her face again. She was at her wits end, the once strong willed and supremely confident woman turned into a groaning mess of desperation. Her brain crying out for her body to relax and end it, while the same body refused to obey and kept the litres upon litres of swirling liquid inside of her.
“Congratulations, despite a few wrong answers, with some efficient banking to reduce the risk you ladies still managed to get £2,420. Impressive considering the…..limitations”
The other ladies felt bad for Amanda, but at the same time she could just give in. it was only her will power and determination causing her to suffer, or so they thought. Plus, it seemed the poor woman was now so desperate that she was unable to answer difficult questions, which would be bad for her but good for all of them. The longer she kept up this charade the less they would have to take. But surely, at some point she would reach her maximum?
“Olivia, congratulations you are the strongest link, just beating out Scarlet in terms of Banking. While you Alex did in fact bank the most, that one wrong answer has kept you from the title. The weakest link for this round is Amanda.”
Amanda cried loudly as her pump activated yet again, already at her limit meant that even the smallest amounts was agonising. But to have more than a litre added to her already stretched and aching body was mind blowing. Fireworks started to go off throughout her abdomen, every fibre of her body was almost vibrating with desperate energy as she clutched herself. The thigh fabric of her leggings now cutting into her and splitting her bladder, the top bulging out further than the bottom and causing even stronger pulses to shoot through her body. Its unnatural size now paired with its unnatural position. Seconds passed as her internal pump continued to inflate her like a cruel joke, but still her bladder grew as she groaned. Her face once again drenched in sweat as It poured from her body, the black shirt she was wearing now drenched and clinging to her as she writhed in pain.
The others watched on as their own desperation increased, the good round also filling them all a considerable amount. The loss of Claudia was increasing their doses per round as each woman approached their physical limits. Crossed or pressed together legs could now be seen across the stage as the contestants were filled while watching poor Amanda. She was writhing as she stood there, contorting herself into shapes and postures that no one thought possible. She was stuck in a perpetual torment of trying to do something to protect her bladder while not stopping it from released. The natural instinct of pressing your crotch doing nothing for the latter as she cradled her swollen stomach.
A few moments later a cracking noise filled the room as the very fibres of Amanda’s leggings started to snap due to the immense pressure they were under, her body now several sizes too large for them. But finally, Amanda felt it, her swollen and still filling bladder shook with tremendous force as the biggest pulse she had ever felt rocked her sweating and groaning body. Letting out a violent and guttural moan of pure relief her piss shot out of her like a water hose, the relief unimaginable. Her body had been taken so far beyond the edge of what was natural, but finally she had unwittingly found its limit. Filled and bloated well beyond any reasonable level by her hubris, her body was finally taking back control. It had reached its physical limit and no matter what signals she might have tried to send, it was emptying her bladder and emptying it now.
The tightly stretched material of her leggings did nothing to stop the torrent of pee as it burst out of Amanda. Instantly saturated it sprayed in almost a full 360 degree arc, such was the force. Her legs trembled and her mind was filled with pure bliss. Still panting and sweating heavily her piss roared out of her and onto the solid stage, the puddle already encompassing that of Claudia. The sheer volume she had contained meaning the spray and tremendous force carried her water far in all directions. The gigantic puddle quickly racing away from her and across the flat stage. A torrent of her oddly acrid smelling piss rained out of her swollen bladder and then drained off her podium.
After 30 seconds her bladder finally stopped pulsing inside her, the burning sensation also stopping as her bladder quickly deflated. Despite the immense pressure and speed at which is was emptying it, the large bulge in her abdomen still showed there was plenty left. Her pee continued to thunder out of her tortured body for a full two minutes, the frothing puddle spreading out almost 10 meters in all directions, a thin layer of wetness almost covering the entire stage. The worried looks of some of the crew showing the sheer scale of her accident as her piss started to encroach upon the expensive cameras and equipment still filming the catastrophic failing of her bladder. Finally she ran empty, the tank that was her bladder was dry and her stomach flat once again.
Amanda wept again, this time in pure delight, her torment was over. Now empty her body still occasionally twitched and spasmed as she stood there, for the first time comfortable. Her sweat and piss covered cloths quickly cooling against her skin, the entire of her now destroyed leggings were a much darker shade of blue, not an inch had been spared. Amanda could feel the waistband of them now loose against her, stretched beyond repair. A few moments of quiet contemplation passed and despite being wet mess, Amanda couldn’t have been happier, it was finally over. Slowly she straightened up and opened her eyes, seeing the hurried motions of crew grabbing towels to stop her flood from damaging anything. Still clutching her throbbing bladder she gingerly stepped her way through the giant puddle she had made and walked off the stage. The silent room filled with the sounds of her wet footsteps as she caused ripples to flow through her puddle.
The awkward silence was broken by the host.
“Well looks like we are down to four contestants, who if they are ready, we will move onto round 14 which will now begin with Katy” The host said raising an eyebrow at the young woman.
Katy had started to sweat now, the extra fluid from that last round was really starting to stretch her out as well. Plus the added effect of being filled while the spectacle of Amanda’s accident had unfolded had only increased discomfort. For the first time she had crossed her legs to support her muscles that were starting to struggle. Pulling her leggings up tighter she made sure the waistband now sat above her bladder, giving her a little respite, learning from the possible mistakes of Amanda. Her hand quickly pressed into her crotch as the lights span, a small gesture to herself but even the small amount of extra pressure on her crotch helped calm her bladder. While she still felt massively bloated and If she was at home she would have just about done anything to reach a bathroom and let it all out, she new she wasn’t at home and she wasn’t about to let it all out. She had a contest to win and the last few rounds had really evened the playing field. Katy hadn’t been the weakest link in 5 full rounds and was really starting to see the others suffer like she was early on. But unlike her,, they would not have other contestants to help by being the weakest link. With now just 4 remaining, the chances of coming in the middle of the pack were much lower and so were the margins of failure.
Looking around Katy could also see the other three ladies fighting their bodies as the round started. Scarlet still had her eyes shut, both hands between a pair of tightly crossed legs. Despite any discomfort the tightly crossed legs might have had, it looked like Scarlet's muscles needed the extra help. Meanwhile Olivia and Alex, her real competitors were both staring at the giant puddle, still dripping from the podium. The looked mesmerised, although wile Alex stood with her legs firmly pressing together and a slightly worried look on her face, Olivia just looked entranced as her thighs gently rubbed together and a rather flushed look coming across her face.
“Round 14 will be on the Animal Kingdom”
“Katy, which bird is known as the symbol of peace?”
“Dove”
“Correct, Olivia what type of animal is a Mandrill?”
“Primate”
“Correct, Scarlet. What was the name of the oldest living Giant Panda?”
“Uh….” She did know this, it had come up in many of the trivia games. It seemed like the makers all seemed to love this panda. “Jia Jia”
“Correct, Alex”
Despite the extra time of being last to answer Alex wasn’t ready. Her bladder was full and pulsed uncomfortably inside her. Watching Amanda writhe and contort herself before she had exploded had brought back all the painful memories of the last match, and with them came an increase in her desperation. Leaning against her podium she was slowly shaking her legs, pressing her thighs and tensing her muscles rhythmically. Her tight red dress was really starting to be an issue, she had picked it over trousers because of the pain they caused last time.
It had been excruciating, the pressure of a solid waistline, but now she could feel her figure-hugging dress compressing her entire body. Unlike with her Khaki pants she could feel it increasing her desperation throughout her body rather than in one specific location. Although she wasn't sure which felt worse, but at least she could have undone her trousers. Hearing her name she crossed her legs tightly, but she still didn’t want the others to know how much she was starting to struggle. She had won the last time and if she showed weakness they might think they had a chance to win.
“Alex, What is the collective name for a group of Hedgehogs?”
“A pickle” she smiled, a pickle of hedgehogs, what a weird name…. a tremble from her muscles meant that even the smallest enjoyment at the funny name was drawn short. Her body was starting to protest again, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take before it would become totally obvious.
“Correct. Katy, What is the smallest Mammal?”
“The Etruscan shrew” she said with an air of authority.
“Correct. Olivia, What animal has the longest lifespan?”
“Bowhead Whale”
“Correct, Scarlet. What type of animal is the Mexican Hairless?”
“Dog”
“Correct, Alex”
Her bladder was throbbing again, what was happening inside her? By this point of every other round it had calmed down, except this time. The filling process spiked her desperation as always, but worryingly hadn't reduced. A hand went down to her crotch as she felt her muscles tremble again.
“The fingerprints of which animal are said to closely resemble Humans?”
“Koala” she muttered, trying not to let her voice falter as she felt another pulse. Her eyes glanced down at her abdomen which she could swear she saw move on its own. Ripples of pain started to shoot across it, like sparks dancing on the surface of her skin.
“Katy,”
“Bank”
“Katy, how long does it take a sloth to digest its food?”
“Two weeks”
“Correct, Olivia”
Olivia had been watching her rival with some interest over the last few minutes. Her face had been starting to show some real concern, but Olivia could tell it must have been worse than what she was trying to show the others. Alex’s hand kept moving unconsciously towards her crotch before moving away. She was constantly scrunching her hand into a tight fist and then relaxing it, making Olivia wonder if the same pulses that had started a couple of rounds ago in her bladder were also occurring in her rivals. She had watched as Alex’s hand crunches had gathered speed, it seemed as if something was going wrong, that is if she was right about it being a mirror of her rivals desperation.
Alex crossed her legs again, pressing her crotch lightly into the podium. This movement seemed to pull her dress up slightly and allowed Olivia a better view. Now that she could see Alex’s slender leg muscles tensing in rhythm too, she had to be right about Alex's bladder. Suddenly Alex’s tensing stopped as her muscles remained strained from a moment longer than usual. A small rivulet of liquid ran down the back of one of Alex’s legs. It was a small leak but it had been a leak and Olivia was instantly obsessed. Her rival, her bladder busting rival had just leaked. She felt her bladder pang sympathetically, but she could also feel another sensation growing but that was the last thing she should be thinking about at a time like this.
Olivia also became aware of the camera in front of her, the light was red which meant she was being broadcast. Her eyes darted to the host who was looking at her, “Shit” she thought internally, her mind had wandered again and it might have the same effect as last time. She had no idea what the question was and worse she was almost sure they had just shown images of her staring at Alex to the world.
“Im sorry…Can you repeat the question” she said reluctantly. Her face burnt with embarrassment as the precious seconds ticked by.
“How many legs do Mites have?”
In some ways the simple question made her embarrassment worse, if it had been a more complicated question she might have been able to play it off as not understanding it.
“Six”
“Incorrect, they have 8”
Olivia scrunched her face and tilted her head back; she should have known that. Bollocks.
“Scarlet, What is the largest animal in the world?”
“Blue Whale”
“Correct. Alex, which African animal has no vocal chords?”
She could still feel the wetness between her legs, the warm patch in her panties easy to identify as she shuffled her legs back and forth. The momentary crack in her defences had consequences, causing a burning sensation in her bladder as it ached to release more.
“Giraffffffffe” She hissed through her teeth as another spasm hit her. The escalation in her desperation now clear for all to see, not just Olivia.
“Correct. Katy, What is the scientific name given to tigers?”
“Panthera tigris”
“Correct, Olivia, What venomous snake is found in the UK”
“The Adder”
“Correct, Scarlet. Murder is the collective term for a group of what animal?”
“Crows”
“Correct, Alex”
“Bank”
“How many chambers does the heart of a cockroach have?”
Another drop escaped past her tired muscles causing her to groan quietly, her hand pressing tightly against her dress as she felt the wetness of her underwear start to soak through, causing her to reluctantly release her grip.
“4”
“incorrect, its 12” Alex groaned again, she had been doing so well but ever since that Weakest round, things had been quickly spiralling out of control.
“Katy, which part of an insect are all the legs attached too?”
“Thorax” Katy was having another great round, she had always hated science at school but the one part of it that she had done well in was Animals.
“Correct, Olivia. The leader of a group of Elephants is known as what?”
“Matriarch” A term many in the office used to refer to her, despite her young age.
“Correct. Scarlet which UK mammal is uniquely able to fly?”
“Bats”
“Correct, Alex, Sika and Roe are types of what animal?”
“Deer”
“Correct, Katy. What is the smallest reptile in the world?”
“Leaf Chameleon”
“Correct. Olivia, Which animal has the shortest Pregnancy?”
“Opossum”
“Correct, Scarlet. How many glasses of milk does a dairy cow produce over its lifetime?”
“200,000” Another random fact from the kids trivia game coming in handy, or was that something she read on the milk cartons she gave her kids.
“Correct. Alex, A common ladybird has sports of which colour?”
“Black”
“Correct, Katy.”
“Bank”
“Katy, Where is the heart of a shrimp located?"
"Its tail"
"Correct. Olivia,"
"Bank"
"how many legs do Lobsters have?”
“10”
“Correct”
Just as the host announced Olivia was right, the round buzzer went and it was over.
The four women stood on the stage in their states of desperation, trying to collect their thoughts. A faint dark spot and faint glimmering trails on the slender legs of Alex a sign of the increasing desperation in the room. Scarlet pressed her hands firmly into her crotch, tensing her muscles almost constantly. Her level of desperation increasing steadily for the last 10 minutes. Meanwhile a quiet rasping noise filled the room as Olivia and Katy squirmed, shuffling their legs against themselves as they waited for the host to announce the winners and losers of the round, it had been close and with a few wrong answers.
“So that was another great round, you secured yourself an impressive £2,920. There was a close contest for strongest and weakest links, but for this round Katy you are the strongest while Olivia you are the weakest link.”
“Shit” Olivia thought to herself again, she had been doing so well early on and now she was about to rocket into last place. Her bladder throbbed demanding, the pumps hadn’t even activated and yet but she could feel that the anticipation was making her need to pee worse. Gripping herself between her legs she waited for the uncomfortable feeling of her pump activating.
A chorus of groans filled the room, some low and guttural while others were strained and high pitched. All four women were closing on their absolute limits as the show runners pumped them periodically fuller and fuller. Only Katy stood tall as the rounds strongest link, but even she could feel her muscles straining under the immense pressure in her abdomen. Watching the others she shifted slightly, pressing one leg into the other and clenching herself, trying not to let her body respond to the others actions.
Olivia’s guttural moan reverberated through her throat as she looked up, searching for a refuge for her mind as it became overwhelmed with the need to pee. Her previous confidence almost disappearing completely as her body responded to the rapid intake of new water. She had been managing the discomfort well to this point, but while it wasn’t anything new to her she gasped, rapidly sucking in air as her stomach bulged even more. Groaning again she pulled more forcefully on her crotch, her defences threatening to crack any moment, she had learnt from the last contest where trying to show your strength got you. As she focused on the Olivia could feel them trembling as if they too were nervous about her rapidly deteriorating ability to keep herself dry. Alarm bells were starting to go off, she had never felt like this before or at least not this quickly, the sudden nature of her desperation only increasing her worry. What had happened, she must have held several litres on multiple occasions before, why was this any different?
She watched as her bladder started to stick further and further out of her until she was hit with the realisation, she had never seen it like this before. It protruded inches out of her, the dress doing little to hide the obvious bulge in her abdomen. Was this the most she had ever held? How much more could she hold? The desire, the heat and anticipation of the last match returned at full force. Until now she had held similar amounts in her games with Tara, so it wasn’t anything new. But now, she was finally going into unknown territory again and pushing her limits. This is what she came back for, the feeling, the ultimate need and the internal pressure that seemed to hit all the right spots for her. Olivia could feel her body start to sweat but she wasn’t sure if it was from the exertion of keeping herself contained or the erotic drive to hold more and more until she could hold not a single drop extra.
Next to her both Alex and Scarlet were sweating also, but for both of them it was the complete and utterly desperate situations they found themselves in. Alex had knotted her legs together as she gripped the podium with two outstretched arms. Her face flushed as she all but hung from the podium in a stooped position, her bladder screaming for her to release it. Not for the first time she could feel pain radiating out from her bladder which now felt like a solid lump inside of her. The light fabric dress was now pinching at the skin near her armpits as it was pulled and stretched to accommodate her still growing bladder.
Scarlet was not doing much better, an almost constant hiss of air was coming out of the red faced woman as droplets of sweat gathered on her flushed skin. Eyes and moth shut, she was trying to contain everything, but as the pump kept doing its job it was making hers much harder. The fabric of her trousers starting to strain as her bladder bloated, but Scarlet knew she had a long way to go before reaching the levels of Amanda. Despite that she felt her muscles tire for a moment, a large spasm separating them and causing a few droplets to leak into her white cotton underwear. Slamming her legs together she grunted as her eyes flew open. Breathing heavily through her nose she could feel another spasm quickly approaching, but moments before she felt her pump turn off and the oncoming disaster was somehow averted, for now.
Next to her Alex had not been so lucky, more than a few droplets had escaped her and she could feel a distinct wet spot between her legs. Placing a hand against it only confirmed her worst fears, it was significantly wet. Quickly thinking she had to make sure her dress didn’t touch it, the light red material would likely display the wetness easily. Groaning she carefully stood up, her bladder still pulsing inside her. Somehow she regained her position without further leaking but Inside her body the battle for control was raging on. The liquid that had escaped her clenched muscles seemed to be calling to what was left inside her, trying to show it the way out as she felt another pulse. Her pee raced towards the exit of her bulging bladder, a louder groan this time escaped her pursed lips as she somehow stopped it before it could escape. A single tear ran down her check, the sheer effort and discomfort from her bladder clearly taking its toll on the young woman.
Internally Alex was sobbing, despair had replaced any hope she had of winning this thing. The desperation she currently felt was a match for what she remembered from the end of the last test. Feeling the tear roll down her face she was starting to wonder what she was doing, the agony of her bladder was almost too much to bare. She had won the first contest and had thought she was a sue in for it again, but the other women had upped their game significantly. She wasn’t even sure if she could compete with these iron bladdered women at any level. When it was just her and Olivia she had been optimistic she could win, just waiting for one more woman to wet them self, but this time as she looked around there were still 3.
It could only take one more round for them all to lose but could she hold that long?
“With the pumps finished we will move onto round 15, Technology.”
“Olivia we will start with you.”
“What was the original meaning of the word robot?”
“Uh….” What a question to start on. “Pass” Olivia cursed in her head, she couldn’t be the weakest link again. As much as she was starting to enjoy this she still wanted to win.
“Scarlet, when was the first Photo taken?”
“1826”
“Correct, Alex”
The cameras turned on in front of Alex, just in time for some observant audience members to see a rivulet of pee run down the back of leg. Desperately she squirmed and tensed her body, cutting off a fully-fledged accident.
“Alex, what substance was the first computer mouse made from?”
“I ughh” she squirmed again, her underwear getting increasingly wet as more small spurts escaped through the cracks in her bladders dam. A disaster was inevitable and yet, still she fought on.
“Metal”
“Incorrect, it was made from wood”
“Katy, what did the company Nintendo originally sell to consumers?”
“Playing cards”
“Correct. Olivia, the term Android means robot with a male appearance, what is the term for female robots?”
“I…Omdroid?” It was a total guess to her, Man – droid, so Woman – Droid ?
"Incorrect, the correct term is Gynoid”
“Scarlet, In what country was the first Mobile phone call made?”
“Japan”
“Incorrect, it was America” Oh no! Scarlet's bladder pulsed seemingly in reaction to the wrong answer, making her press her legs tighter together. She was starting to wonder if somehow this show was conditioning her to feel an increased need to pee when getting questions wrong. That would defiantly make pub quizzes or games with the kids more interesting.
“Alex”
As all eyes turned to the reigning champion she shuddered violently, clutching herself between her legs aloud splashing noise signalled that despite the young woman's best efforts, she simply could not hold her bladder shut any longer. Her hands cupped her womanhood creating a small pool as she groaned in relief, her pee quickly overflowing her hands and splashing noisily onto the floor. “Oh no” she whimpered, mirroring Scarlet moments before as Alex's bladder reached its capacity and was not willing to hold on for one more minute.
Removing her soaking hands Alex’s pee fell from her body unobstructed, her already soaking wet underwear forming little barrier to stop the onslaught of water as they clung to her body. A single strong stream fell between her legs as a dark red patch quickly spread up her knee length dress from her crotch. Her underwear actively letting the liquid flow across it and onto her once dry red dress. Closing her eyes Alex sobbed, she had failed to contain herself and despite her best efforts she just couldn’t repeat the large bladdered feat she had last time.
She had let her friends down, they had left their holiday early for nothing.
As the splattering noise continued the host quickly ignored the red faced and teary eyed Alex, focusing on the remaining 3 women.
Over the next 3 minutes and despite witnessing another accident, the remaining contestants managed to string a few good runs of questions together. Katy was the clear winner of the round, it was still shocking for many watching, remarking at the knowledge she had on even obscure topics. Although after a number of good rounds for the girl, it shouldn’t really have been surprising. It seemed that Katy really did have a vast knowledge of some subjects, causing many to wonder what would have happened if some of these topics had turned up last time.
It had taken just over 45 seconds for Alex’s tired body to empty itself, far less than Amanda and at a much slower speed too. However her puddle was still large in size and was an uncomfortable reminder of just how much the remaining 3 women were holding. The glistening puddle pooling with the others as a stark symbol of how far they had all come, especially given that most knew they were holding more than Alex.
To Olivia, Alex accident had shocked her despite the small spurts she had let out earlier, somehow assumed Alex would regain control over her body. But now as she watched the wet legged woman squelch her way off the stage, she was left with Katy and Scarlet. Olivia had picked Katy as a big contender this time around, based on the way she had turned up, seemingly ready for a fight and quietly confident. But for her to be here, beating off Alex and Claudia for the top three, she had surprised Olivia too. But nothing could have surprised her more than Scarlet, the mother of 2 had made it to the top 3, although she did seem to be the worst off of the remaining ladies. Clutching herself and pressing her legs together desperately, Scarlets face had been flushed for the last few rounds and she had seemingly started to mutter to herself. A sure sign of the stress and worry that the slightly older woman was having about her current position.
“In that round, you managed to score a reasonable £1,920. Katy, you are yet again the strongest link and really starting to show your skills here.”
Katy furrowed her brow, a look of confusion on her face. Had the host just been nice to her, taken aback she wasn’t sure how to respond. But with Alex out of the way and Olivia about to be the weakest link, she was getting more and more confident she would leave here the winner. Even as her bladders contents swirled inside her. Being the strongest link several times in a row had really let her bladder settle, her skin was still tight and there was an unforgiving pressure inside her, but she knew it would be nothing compared to how the others were feeling. Her body had been given time to adjust while Olivia was being pumped fuller and fuller.
“Olivia you were the weakest link that round. However, because Alex was unable to make it to the end of the round we have moved into the final 3. Which if you remember means that the rounds winnings are now shared between all but the strongest link.”
Scarlet closed her eyes, she had remembered the rules from last time but had been somehow hoping they had changed.
“So Scarlet and Olivia you will be sharing the total amount for this round, as well two of you in the following rounds. This means the Strongest link really is the strongest position to be in.”
Olivia and Scarlet both felt their pumps turn on in unison as almost another full litre began pumping into them. They could feel their bodies expanding, their clothes becoming even tighter and their muscles trembling to contain their bladders. The pressure caused Scarlet to double over again, her physical limits once again being exposed and broken by the machine cruelly pushing water into her. While Olivia was once again looking for refuge in the roof of the building, staring off into the black abyss and allowing herself to focus on the feeling of her bladder expanding. It was back, the feeling of pure pain and pure ecstasy, a feeling she had been missing and despite her games with Tara it seemed nothing was quite the same as this. The sudden cramping and pressure pushing on something inside her that was driving her mad with excitement. It was filing her desire to get fuller and fuller despite the spasms and now painful shock waves spreading through her body.She would need to be careful not to get too carried away.
Scarlet could feel her bladder threatening to release more into her damp underwear, but thankfully she had found a new thought to hang onto. She had beaten Alex, the last contests champion. Not only had she beaten her own total for the last time, but she had beat the person who had won it all. While she had been more confident in her abilities this time around, a large part still doubted her abilities. But to be stood on the stage in the top 3 and with Alex out of the contest made her realise she did have a chance after all. If she could Just hold on a little longer she knew she could do it.
As round 16 started, her new found confidence only grew. A round on royal families was a specific yet vague round that seemed to stump the other two many times. Getting an early lead of a couple of questions gave Scarlet the chance to watch her opponents for the first time in a long time, and she was happy with what she saw.
Olivia’s dress was bulging massively out of her abdomen, the constantly shuffling and pressing of her hands to her crotch was a clear give away that she was in dire straights, not surprisingly given the size of her bladder. There was no doubt in Scarlet's mind that the woman did have the largest bladder of any of them, but she also knew she could win with her smarts. Meanwhile Katy seemed to be struggling less but she too was showing clear signs of desperation, almost a mirror image of scarlet as she herself shuffled and almost pee danced on the spot. She was glad to see all 3 of them appeared to be in the same boat, the next few rounds would be decisive, although part of her hoped this wouldn’t go on too much longer. Her mind went back to that night at the cinema again, the familiar feeling of her slipping control as she tried to hold it then was coming back to her as she stood at her podium. But this time, she had more practice and she wasn’t the only one fighting for control.
By the end of the round the three ladies had banked another relatively low round of £1,920, despite Scarlet's best efforts to maximise her gain and the others pain. She had risked not banking a few times since she was more confident in her abilities than the others and it had cost her. Although, with just 2 of them to share the load, it still meant another litre was going to end up in both of her competitors.
The much needed respite for Scarlet was the opposite for Katy. She had been doing so well, with minimal intake over the last few rounds, her control had come back and so had her confidence. But now, even if she wasn’t the weakest link she would have to take in a large amount of water. It was unfortunate but steeling herself she knew she could do it, she was winning and could afford it this time.
The pumps activated yet again and she felt her bladder quickly expanding again, her established lead evaporating in an instant as she just stopped another moan leaving her lips. Panting heavily the two women strained their muscles, pulling and pushing every muscle to hold their bladders shut. Olivia’s breath quickened as she felt the strongest and most painful pulse yet, a grimace appearing on her face as she felt the liquid inside her pushing her body to bigger and bigger extremes. Long gone were her normal limits of “play” and even the sense of adventure and lust to be filled seemed to wain under the enormous pressure of her bladder. Her skin was being pulled even more taught across her new larger body, feeling and looking heavily pregnant and making her start to worry about stretch marks. Could the temporary deformity she was causing end up altering her body in the long run?
Katy’s legs started to vibrate, unable to standstill due to the increasing pressure. The facade of control broken in an instant as her bladder’s control weakened for a moment. As with scarlet a few rounds ago she felt a series of drops escape her and into her brightly coloured underwear, thankfully her leggings showed now damage of her small accident and a few moments later the pumps finally stopped but the damage was done. Katy knew if she stopped fidgeting she would wet herself. This was her state now, she was fighting for each moment of control from here on out.
Despite that, she knew she had been in this situation before and knew, this wasn’t necessarily the end just yet. Many long lines at parties and road trips with no stops had trained her for this. She was the master of her bladder and she was sure it could beat the other two women stood in front of her. It might just need a little bit of luck with the types of questions, but she could do it. But from this moment on, to win she would need to be the strongest link as many times as possible. A thought that was also going through Scarlet's mind as she inversely enjoyed the momentary relaxation of not being pumped full.
All three were starting to loose control and with each moment and round that passed, it brought them closer to victory or a very wet defeat.
Bladders after round 16
Olivia: 8,616 ml
Scarlet: 6,031ml
Katy: 6,267 ml
Alex: 5,657 ml – 4th
Amanda: 8,865 ml – 5th
Claudia: 2,996 ml – 6th
Thanks for reading, as always I hope you guys are still enjoying this. We are up to the final 3, Olivia, Katy and Scarlet! |
Chapter 20: On the rocks
Round 17 was quickly underway, beginning with an optimistic Scarlet. The host had announced the topic of the Olympics which was a good sign for her and her stretched out bladder. She was starting to wonder how much more of this she could take, with the last round making her think it wasn't that much more despite the win. She had been the strongest link and the sheer jubilation she had felt perhaps revealed just how much she wanted or needed to be the strongest link. Her bladder already filled well past its normal capacity and begging for release.
Meanwhile Katy was still feeling somewhat confident, although the announcement of this round’s topic had annoyed her slightly. She knew that this would be Scarlet's strong suit, so unless something really obscure came up she would likely win again. Biting her lip, Katy was fearing for her bladders control too, having leaked moments before into her underwear. She could feel her control slipping but knew she could outlast these two on an even playing field. So what she really needed was a round or two on topics she knew a lot about. If that happened she could retake the lead, let her body have another rest and let the pumps pile the pressure on the other two. Although at this point, her expectation was for Scarlet to pee soon and let the real contest of her against a rather worried looking Olivia start.
For her part Olivia was doing her best to appear confident, but that was becoming harder and harder as her body was forced to contain more water. Her once tight leather dress was now extremely uncomfortable as it compressed her bulging bladder. Luckily she still had one advantage, she was enjoying this. The feeling of being absolutely filled by the show runners while unable to do anything about it was intoxicating for her and her new found desires. But still, her muscles were quivering in effort and she knew she was nearing the end of her control. Before the last round she was sure that she was at or possibly already crossing her point of reference, that meant from this point forwards everything was new again. This was the most liquid she had ever tried to hold, only the drugs were lessening her desperation, but even they were struggling. Pressing both hands into her crotch she could feel her sweaty skin clinging to the back of her dress. Maybe leather wasn’t the best choice for today.
Over the next 3 minutes Scarlet showed again why any topic on anything close to sport was only going to end one way. Even obscure questions about the 1936 Olympics didn’t throw her as she stormed to a perfect victory. Despite their lack of knowledge, the other two helped her reach a total of £1,440 which would have been a tiny amount at the beginning of the contest. However, given their current states of desperation the ability to answer anything correctly was a feat on its own.
For Olivia and Katy their fate was all but sealed the moment the topic had been announced, the pair resigning themselves to the fact they would be the recipients of more unwanted water at the end of the round. Equally they had both hoped their overly filled bladders would have settled or calmed slightly during the three minutes, but it appeared their bladders were well past that point. There were no longer any moments of peace between the pulses, muscles spasms and painful cramps that rocked their bodies as they tried to contain far too much water. A problem that was only going to get worse for two of them as their pumps activated.
Olivia’s entire body seemed to quiver as her pump turned on and started to inflate her again, the bulge of her bladder expanding as it still somehow found capacity to grow out of her. The tightness of her dress only increasing as time went on, now almost a foot shorter than it was at the start of teh contest as the thick material shifted around her now much larger body. Placing her hands on the massive protrusion she tried to sooth it as pain radiated out from the boiling mass of piss currently in her abdomen. Sparks of pain once again dancing across her stretching skin pressed against her dress. The gentle rubbing did nothing for her and to her dismay she felt a drop of liquid running down her thigh, causing her to quickly move both her hands to shore up her ailing defences. However, she was relieved to feel her damp but not soaking underwear, maybe it wasn’t pee after all?
Now aware of just how much she was sweating inside her leather prison, it was probably just sweat rolling down her stylish but nonabsorbent dress. The heat and sweat of her body was collecting in the creases and bends of her dress like she was being steamed. Another droplet of sweat dripped down from her expanded stomach, rolling down the inside of her dress and falling onto the hard surface of the stage. Olivia could feel herself burning up, the combined taxing of her body to hold her bladder shut and the growing hunger between her legs making her body flushed and hot.
Katy was also suffering, that made it two rounds in a row of failing to be the strongest link and her bladder was letting her know it was disappointed. Throbbing menacingly as her pump continued, a low grunt followed by a sudden change in posture showed everyone how close she too was to an accident. Still she tried to force her outward composure but it had all but been destroyed in the last few minutes. Her flushed sweating face, bent posture and heavy breathing a clear signal that she too was about to explode. But still she fought, pressing her trembling thighs together and cupping her giant bladder, she was determined to win. Like Olivia she cursed herself for her choice of clothing, the dark blue and heavily elasticated leggings really starting to cut into her. She had pulled them uptight against her crotch a few rounds ago, moving the waistband higher on her body and off her bladder. But now her bladder had expanded so much her leggings were once again pressing down hard and making her need to pee much worse. Now with the added effect of the tight fabric against her womanhood which seemed to be amplifying the internal vibrations and clenching of her tiring muscles, spreading the feeling all over her legs as she tensed them almost constantly. But thankfully after a few more moments the pumps stopped and both ladies sighed in relief, but their torment was far from over.
“Round 18 will be on figure skating” the host announced as Katy and Olivia tried to regain their composure, the deep throbbing in their bodies persisting even after the pump finished.
“Starting with Katy, 3 minutes on the clock. Which city was the first figure skating world championship held?”
“St Petersburg” she said in an almost grunt. Wishing the host could have given her a couple more moments before starting.
“Correct”
“Olivia, what year did figure skating first get added to the winter Olympics?”
Her leg muscles tensed momentarily as another shower of sparks danced across her taught skin. Pausing to think for a moment she had no idea but maybe she could get lucky. They happen every 4 years, so it had to be an even number. Considering she had never seen a competition without one that means it must have been a while ago, possibly even pre world war 2? A vague memory from a documentary she had watched at some point came flooding forwards, something about the Munich games. Could it be 1920?
“19…24” She would hit herself if was 1920 now.
“Correct” Olivia visibly breathed a sigh of relief as somehow her guesswork paid off.
“Scarlet, Who were the first Soviet pair to win Olympic gold?”
More questions on the Olympics, it seemed everything was working out in her favour at the moment. “Ludmila Belousova and Oleg Protopopov”
“Correct, Katy. The International Skating Union Judging System allows for bonus points to be awarded based on what criteria?”
“Position of take-off and landing, and the degrees of rotation.”
“Correct, Olivia. Where did Torvill and Dean originally come from?”
Yes she knew this too, thank you dancing on ice (UK TV show). “Nottingham”
“Correct, Scarlet. Elvis Stojko is from what country?”
“Canada”
“Correct, Katy. Who skated to a program called, "King of Kings" in the 1984 Olympic Games?”
Her cheeks puffed out as another harder spasm hit her unexpectedly. “I uh….Brian Orser” she winced, the pain radiating from her bloated bladder peaking for a moment. Why did she have to wear these stupid leggings.
“Correct Olivia”
“Bank” she had been playing a dangerous game but knew she had to be smart about this. She was out of her depth on this topic.
“Olivia, which Norwegian female skater was the first to win three Olympic gold medals in a row?”
Well there went her good run, “Pass” Now she just had to hope the others would get something wrong too. She was still in the lead on banking, so she had a chance.
The following 2 and a half minutes was a tense battle between the contestants, or at least two of them. The questions came thick and fast and while Olivia did her best she only managed a handful of right answers. On the other hand, Katy and Scarlet had solid rounds, both clearly knowledgeable on the topic, with just a couple of wrong answers each. From her position of no hope of winning the round, Olivia had been keeping tabs of their scores and by her reckoning it was a tie for right answers. The only thing that seemed to separate them was the banking and unfortunately for Scarlet, coming after Olivia really limited her possible banks. As such, Olivia was all but certain that Katy would win and it was kind of her fault. Not that she wanted to be in this position either, but as she watched the mother of two squirm she felt a certain amount of guilt for her suffering.
“In round 18 you only managed to bank a total of £1,270 which is your lowest amount to date.”
I wonder why, Olivia thought as again she felt her muscles threatening to let some of her bladder’s contents out. Grimacing and clenching she just about kept herself dry.
“The strongest link was Katy, just beating out Scarlet on her banking”
No, no no…Scarlet couldn’t believe it. Her flushed face a picture of the extreme desperation she was feeling.
She couldn’t handle more. Her body was at capacity and her leaks had clearly shown It wasn’t willing to hold onto what was currently in her bloated bladder, never mind any more they wanted to push in. Almost hyperventilating she waited for the pump to activate.
Scarlet didn’t think she had been this desperate ever, she had been close a couple of times but this was the worst of it. Then her pump activated yet again and she realised that in fact, this wasn’t the worst of it, the next 30 seconds was going to be.
Given their current situations and despite the small total earnings, both women felt their bladders expanding and loudly protesting the further intake of liquid. Pain shooting through their bodies as the physical limits of their bodies were tested and broken again and again.
Olivia hadn’t won a round in a while and she was suffering because of it. The time between her bladder settling after being pumped full was now almost the entire 3 minutes of the rounds. Which unfortunately for her meant there was very little time between the bought of extreme desperation brought on by the activation of the pump. Her hands clenched tighter around her crotch, trying desperately to squeeze her opening shut and create a physical barrier. Breathing heavily through her nose with her mouth clenched shut, sweat dripped from her forehead as the inferno inside her body heated up yet again. Her skin constantly flushed and burning as the nerve endings in her body felt as if they were on fire, pulled unnaturally across her bladder which was now pressing even harder against the confines of her thick leather dress. For the first time she whimpered at her situation, the futility of her current position finally getting to the desperate woman. She could still feel the unadulterated lust that had overcome her last round, but even the bursts of pleasure she was getting as her bladder pulsed and touched something inside her, were barely enough to cut through the pain. Although she was sure part of the frustration and the deep ache inside her, was partly due to her unfulfilled sexual needs that were going into overdrive as her bladder stretched.
Scarlet knew this was likely the end, she was about to piss herself. Soon, her dream of winning would be over, her bladder would empty itself on the floor and there was nothing she could do about it. But in a strange way, the realisation of her fate started to calm her mind, giving in as it acknowledging that soon she would be peeing. The panic about holding on for as long as possible was gone and with it she was able to control her breathing again. Swallowing air deeply she took the briefest of pauses and for the first time in a dozen rounds she felt calm, although the realisation of that confused even her.
What was going on, why did her desperation seem to have lessened? Had she wound herself up in her mind so much she had been causing her body more trouble. It was a moment of clarity, the eye of the proverbial storm as her body still filled. Her giant bladder spasmed inside her but with the realisation of her impending doom, came the realisation that it wasn’t really doom. She was 100% expected to wet herself and to be worried about not doing was madness, a pulse from her bladder confirming that thought as her hands dug deeper into her crotch. She shouldn’t have been worrying about if it would happen, but more when. While she was hoping it would be a little later than right now, she didn’t really have to worry about it. Scarlet instead rationalised that she would just keep playing the game and let her body decide. If it wanted to empty itself then it would, surely it had all the power? Having watched Amanda, even with her willpower Amanda's body had reached a final point and exploded its contents all over the stage. Something she was sure would happen to her, but for now she would just play the game and wait, while still doing everything to stop it, but now without the worrying it brought.
The momentary break in the proceeding was swiftly ended by the host. It seemed she could smell blood and was trying to move things along quickly. Although for once Katy didn’t think it was aimed just at her.
“We will begin round 19 on cooking with you Olivia”
The brunette braced herself, unsure of how well she would do in this round. She knew a bit about cooking, but she wouldn’t have described it as her strong suit. Both hands still squeezing herself shut she looked up at the host, a look of internal anguish plastered across the brunette’s face.
“Olivia, at what temperature does water boil?”
“100 degrees Celsius” She said mildly confused, this cooking topic looked like it was a bit vague?
“Correct, Scarlet. What term is used to describe pasta that is firm to the bite?”
“Al dente”
“Correct. Katy, what does it mean to julienne?”
“You uh…” she paused for a moment as she shuddered, her discomfort peaking. “You uh, you cut it into thin strips”
“Correct. Olivia, What ingredient is traditionally used to make bread rise?”
“Yeast”
“Correct, Scarlet. How many teaspoons make one tablespoon?
“3”
“Correct. Katy, what three main ingredients make up Pesto?”
“Parmesan, olive oil and Pine nuts”
“Correct, Olivia what type of molecule is Gluten?”
“Protein”
“Correct, Scarlet, what 18th-century term describes the process of flattening chicken for quick cooking?”
“Spatchcock”
“Correct. Katy. What is a Roux?”
“I uh….when you put flour into a sauce to thicken it, oh sorry WHAT is a roux. It’s a mix of fats and flour”
“I will accept that. Olivia, What direction does the heat source come from when you broil foods?”
“Above” she said unsure of the answer. But since it probably wouldn’t have been a question if it wasn’t different from below, it was worth a go. Although the nerves of a possible wrong answer caused her to press her legs even tighter together, the knuckles in her hand popping as they were squeezed tightly between them.
“Correct, Scarlet, What is the technique for removing burnt fat from a pan to flavour sauces, soups and gravies?”
“De-Glazing” she said through clenched teeth. The throbbing in her bladder continuing to get the better of her. But despite that, her new found resolve was keeping her head surprisingly clear as she started to bob on the spot. Her legs shuffling constantly, desperately dancing on the spot and trying to put off the inevitable emptying of her bladder.
With only 3 of them left it didn’t leave much time between questions and that stopped Scarlet from really getting a good read on the other two competitors. But frequent glances over the next 2 minutes told her everything she needed to know. Olivia was almost huddled in pain as her massive bladder stuck out of her tight dress. It had to now be bigger than even Amanda’s monstrous bulge, although Olivia still looked a great deal less stressed. Olivia’s hands were now permanently between her legs, her arm muscles clearly fighting to help those lower down as she flexed them and pulled even harder. Her face bright red as sweat almost continually dripped from her body, small pools of the dropplets collecting under her dress and on the stage. From an onlooker perspective it really looked like she was ready to pop, and while she had to admit Olivia had done well to get to this point, Scarlet could sense her mind was failing her. A gradual increase in the time it took her to answer as the need to pee seemed to be intercepting and delaying her opponents brain power. A good sign for Herself though.
On the other hand, Scarlet watched as Katy answered yet another question correctly. Her face also flushed particularly around her nose and cheeks, but a steeled and determined look was written across it as she panted and gently writhed in desperation. She had really surprised Scarlet and really impressed her with her knowledge, in a weird way she even felt a bit of pride for the young woman. Katy had really shown how smart and also worryingly good at holding her pee she was. The first contest had clearly been unfair to her, but Scarlet quickly reminded herself that now was not the time for her to start feeling sympathy for her competitor’s.
A few moments later the round buzzer sounded and the three women could relax again, if their bodies would let them. While they still managed to answer questions during the round none of them could really follow the flow of the answers, with the strongest link anyone’s game. The on-stage shuffling of legs going up a level as they anxiously waited for the news, it had been a good round, but could it be the last round for one or all of them?
The questions had been relatively easy, much easier than the previous 3 rounds. Whichever of them were not the strongest link would really need to hope they could stay dry, being filled with what they guessed would be a good amount of extra water.
“So, you all did much better that round, with a total of £2,760 banked.”
Oh no, Scarlet wasn’t sure she could take that much, an involuntary whimper escaped Katy as she thought the same, grabbing her crotch as her bladder throbbed dangerously. Katy cursed herself for the show of weakness, but she could feel her pee making another desperate dash for freedom and it had been the only way to stop it.
“The strongest link that round….Was Scarlet”
“Oh thank god” she said exasperatedly. The huge sigh of relief clearly showing how bad this was going to be for the remaining two contestants. She had meant it to be an internal sentiment, but she couldn’t stop her self from expressing it out loud. She could also be moments from going home the champion, or at least being down to the final two.
Within moments the pumps reactivated and Olivia’s mind was almost overwhelmed with the internal pressure occurring inside her bladder. The rock-solid organ now filled well beyond its capacity, feeling like as much as it bulged forwards it was also going backwards and taking up just as much room inside her. The still filling and now pulsing organ forced the air from her lungs in a breathy groan as it tried to desperately empty itself. Her muscles ached so desperately to finally release her much needed pee. She could feel it growing inside her burning body, how much bigger could it get. A thought she really didn’t want to find out….or did she? As the moments passed she could feel her legs being forced apart, unable to even cross them due to the heavily pregnant looking bulge coming out of the poor woman. Her hips even angling outwards slightly as her body took any and all opportunities to create more room for the gargantuan bulging organ. Another louder groan escaped her pursed lips as the size and weight of it started to strain her back painfully. Olivia didn’t think she had ever been this full, her body was stretched to its absolute limit. The last few rounds were a constant daze of wrong answers and water intake. A fog of pleasure and desperation had descended on her mind again, temporarily shattered by lightning bolts of pain as her body tried to remind her of how unnatural this was, to be this full, it had to stop and soon.
Olivia felt her muscles spasm heavily and she groaned quietly, the spasm causing a shot of urine to leave her. The heavily pressurised jet hissing loudly and splattering against her leather dress. But thankfully two other things happened at that exact moment, causing everyone else to look away from the groaning and sweating woman who felt like she was just moments from pissing herself.
Katy almost screamed as her distended bladder started to visibly shake. The spasms in her bladder reaching a crescendo of frequency, power and pain. The merciless pump still whirring away inside the desperate woman as she felt something starting to separate inside her. A burning pain set in along her abdomen, the pain causing tears to roll down the young woman’s face as she started to whine in pain. She too felt a spurt of urine make it past her clenched muscles, snaking its way down the inside of her tight leggings. Luckily or possibly unluckily, her clothes were now so tight they had formed an almost water tight seal against her skin as they tried to contain her bulging bladder. Another leak rolled down the inside of her now trembling thigh. Katy was moments away from pissing herself on the stage, closing her eyes all she could see was a bright flashing red pulse. The pain she was feeling now manifesting itself as an almost visible entity before her. Her breathing was ragged, uneven and short, like a crying child she struggled to breath in between the involuntary groans and grunts permanently leaving her body. A third leak shot past her saturated panties and joined the others. A strange warm patch spread across her backside as the seemingly waterproof material carried the liquid around her body without letting it drop onto the ground. She could feel herself leaking, but no one else knew about it.
Katy’s groan had gained the attention of everyone, letting Olivia off the hook for her leak which would otherwise have been noticeable. A leak that was far more substantial than any others, she quickly glanced at her feet. Fuck….she couldn’t even see her feet. The realisation causing her body to quake, registering again the enormity of the task she was asking it to complete. Fumbling with her hands she hiked up the side of her dress, putting a hand rather unladylike under her dress and directly against her wet underwear. She didn’t care how unprofessional it looked to anyone watching, she really did need all the help she could get. Her body was failing and by the looks of it so were the others, she just needed hers to fail last.
All three contestants knew they were at their wits end, they had to end this, one more big round and one of them would probably walk away the winner, unless somehow the others could keep their bladders contained again.
“Starting with Scarlet, round 20 will focus on Alcoholic drinks” The host announced over the whimpers and groans of the writhing women on the stage.
“Three minutes starting now. Scarlet in what year did American congress recognise bourbon as a distinctive product?”
Pressing her legs together Scarlet felt all the optimism leave her body, why was this happening. Despite having the most time to prepare she still didn’t know the answer. A
“1926” a total guess.
“Incorrect, it was 1964”
“Katy, which berry gives Gin its flavour?”
“Juniper”
“Correct. Olivia, which drink was traditionally given to sailors in the Navy?”
“Rum”
“Correct. Scarlet, which drink did Christopher Columbus take with him when he…”
“Sherry” She didn’t need to know the rest of the question, it was one of those strange facts she had learnt at school. Not the actually useful information that would be on the tests, but the strange bit of trivia your brain hangs onto for some reason, and right now she couldn’t be happier to have got a C on that paper as a trade-off.
“Correct, Katy. What was the first country to make Vodka a national drink?”
“Po..Poland” she stuttered, the pulsing in her bladder insistent.
“Correct, Olivia. Water of life is the Gallic origin of which beverage?”
Water of life, they were doing this on purpose. “Whisky”
“Correct. Scarlet in what year was beer listed as an alcoholic beverage in Russia?”
“2013”
“Correct. Katy, what brand of Gin is named after the guards of the tower of London?”
“Beefeater”
“Correct. Olivia, What Japanese spirit is served warm?”
“Sake”
“Correct”
“Bank” Scarlet was still in it, just about. If she had waited one more question, they would have go a higher total, but she needed to make sure to bank despite the current standings. All she needed were a couple of wrong answers from Olivia and Katy, although that seemed unlikely at the moment. There was a reason these two formidable women had made it this far and it wasn’t luck.
“Scarlet, Curaco is made from the dried skin of which fruit?”
“Orange”
“Correct. Katy what drink includes Butterscotch schnapps and Bailies Irish cream?”
“Butterball”
“Correct, Olivia. What alcohol is in a salty dog?”
“Vodka”
“Correct. Scarlet, what turns a martini into a Gisbon?”
“A pickled onion”
“Correct. Katy, which country is home to the world’s longest bar?”
“America” Even if she didn’t know that, it was a fairly safe bet.
“Correct. Olivia, which American state was the first to repeal Prohibition?”
“Montana”
“Correct. Scarlet. Which drink did General Grant famously drink while leading troops into battle?”
“Whisky”
“Correct. Katy, which British prime ministers mother invented the Manhattan cocktail?”
“Winston Churchill”
“Correct, Olivia.”
“Bank”
“Olivia, what is the most consumed alcohol in the world?”
“Vodka”
“Correct. Scarlet, Alcohol is considered to be a performance-enhancing drug for which sport?”
“Shooting”
“Correct. Katy, Which National Anthem was written to the tune of a popular drinking song a the time?”
“America”
“Correct. Olivia, what bottle opening device was invented in 1860?”
“Corkscrew” It was weird, it seemed somehow they were all getting into the rhythm again, despite their bladders.
“Correct. Scarlet, what is the purpose of the indentation at the bottom of a wine bottle?”
“It makes it harder to break”
“Correct, Katy, white lighting is another name for whi….”
“Moonshine”
“Correct. Olivia, which was the original beverage to be toasted”
“Wine”
“Correct. Scarlet, Spectators of which sport drink the most beer?”
“Golf”
“Correct, Katy”
“Bank” Her legs scissoring as her attention was brought back to the game and away from her bladder. It seemed even 99% concentration wasn’t enough anymore.
“What does it mean when something is on the rocks?”
“It has Ice in it”
“Correct. Olivia, what is the name of the molecule of alcohol that can be safely consumed?”
“Ethanol”
“Correct. Scarlet, which organ in the body is responsible for processing alcohol?”
“Liver” Although given the pressure inside her right now, she didn’t know if she still had one or if it had been removed to make room for her bladder. Which was technically another organ responsible for “processing” alcohol.
“Correct, Katy”
“Bank” That was two banks for her, she had to be in the lead, although Olivia wasn’t far behind her.
“Katy, what beverage is celebrated on Black Tot day in the UK?”
“Bourbon”
“Incorrect, it was rum”.
“Shit” Katy swore loudly, her frustration and desperation getting the better of her. She had to win this!
Still thinking about where her liver might have gone, Scarlet’s hopes suddenly returned as she heard the remark. if Katy could make a mistake so could Olivia. Now she just had to make sure she didn’t and remember to bank.
“Olivia. The worlds largest cork tree is found in which country?”
“Portugal” A fact she learnt off a random bar mat.
“Correct, Scarlet. Processed Alcohol dates back to which year?”
“6,000 BC”
“Correct.” Katy in what country is beer legally defined as a staple food?”
“Bavaria”
“Correct, Olivia”
“Bank”
“The evaporation of a small amount of whisky during the ageing process is given what name?”
“Angels pinch”
“Correct. Scarlet, Tabasco sauce is typically fermented in barrels that were previously filled with what?”
“Jack Daniels”
“Correct, Katy. If a bottle says Mis en Bouteille au Domaine, what does it mean?”
“Its bottled at the vineyard where, where, where.... the grapes grew” Her speech again interrupted by protests from her aching bladder. It wanted to be empty and wasn't going to take no for an answer much longer.
“Correct, Olivia. Which insect was originally found at the bottom of Tequila bottles?”
“A worm”
“Incorrect, it was a moth”
Olivia’s eyes closed, she wanted to hit herself. She had been moments from winning the round and possibly the entire contest, but now she was back at square one.
“Scarlet”
As the camera came back to her, she was almost overwhelmed, excitement at the prospect of winning returning to her. Both of the others had now made a mistake and levelled the playing field. Although this up and down roller coaster of emotions was really playing with her body, a body that was already on edge. Each step backwards with a wrong answer was bringing her impending wet disaster closer, while each step forward made her more determined not to let it happen.
“Which substance was used instead of mercury in early thermometers?”
“Brandy”
“Correct.” Another step forwards!
“Katy, how long does whisky need to be aged to become Scotch”
“3 years”
“Correct.” Glancing at the clock, they had 30 seconds left, it was coming down to the wire and it was going to be close to see who came out on top.
“Olivia, Thomas Jefferson brought which drink to America from France?”
“Wine”
“Correct”
“Bank”
Another glance at the clock from Katy, 10 seconds. If they could get to her she could get the last answer. By her count all 3 of them were now were tied, on wrong answers and banking. But if she got the extra right answer when it came back to her, she would be the strongest link based on the number of right answers since it had started with Scarlet. The urgency making her tap both feet furiously.
“Scarlet, how long does it take for brain cells to react to alcohol?”
“30 minutes”
“Incorrect, its 6 minutes”
Yes yes yes! Katy was celebrating in her head. Please be easy, please be easy.
“Katy, people with which eye colour are able to drink mo….”
“Blue!”
“Correct” Katy couldn’t help but fist bump with her hand in her crotch. She had won the round but even that slight collision as she jerked her hand caused a massive spasm to happen throughout her body. How could she be so stupid, why did she even do that!
As the clock ticked down from one second, a cry came out in the room.
But it wasn’t of desperation, but a cry of “Bank”. Olivia had been waiting, watching and squirming. Just about able to follow the proceedings she knew this would be enough to make her the strongest link, and so did Katy.
“No”, Katy whimpered. So obsessed with rushing the question she forgot that Olivia could bank as soon as the host said she had gotten it right. An omission that was about to cost her, it had been another amazing round and she would be suffering for her oversight.
Meanwhile Scarlet’s heart had almost fallen out of her, the optimism had been high before the round, crushed almost immediately and then built up over the last 3 minutes before being destroyed by her second wrong question. The changing emotions almost making her head spin. She knew what was coming and it was going to take all of her strength not to piss herself. It had to be over a litre each and she knew she just didn’t have room for that. But, she reminded herself of the thoughts she had just a few minutes earlier. She would hold on, but her body could either do it or not do it, there was no reason to worry. Although the constant throbbing between her legs was a painful reminder that despite her best efforts, her body was desperate to release itself even now. The thankfully dulled pulses making her muscles quiver as she tried to steady herself for what was about to happen to her.
“At the end of round 20 you managed a great total of £2,720”
Another whimper could be heard in the room as Katy’s bodies started to react prematurely. A phantom filling feeling suddenly causing spasms in her bladder causing her to groan and grab herself again.
“The strongest link that round by just £20 was Olivia.” Even before the host said it, the contestants had figured it out. Scarlet was trying to use the few moments to steel herself while Katy fought the battle against her body. A battle that suddenly became one sided as the pump turned on.
Water began thundering into the poor young woman as she tried to maintain her confident appearance. But it was no use, her skin began to creak as sharp stabbing pains radiated out of her bladder causing her body to forcibly shake. She let out a deafening low yell as she desperately fought for control of her body. Katy’s eyes bulged from her head as she started rocking on the spot, both hands pressing deeply into her crotch while her bladder stretched even further. The Vice like pressure from her hands enough to start forcing some of the wetness caused by her leaks to pass through the material, like touching a tent after its rained. Bursts of breath escaped her body as her body failed to control itself, the wetness from her previous squirts running down the inside of her legs, the rest of it threatening to follow it. The pressure was unimaginable as her bloated organ was filled far beyond its capacity, stretching to an improbable or even impossible size. She let out a long deep groan as the pump continued, the noise slowly transitioning into a high-pitched wail as her body finally exploded with pee, showering it everywhere. A loud hissing filled the room as her pee shot through her tight leggings at breakneck speed, her bladder finally unable to take it anymore.
Instantly the stage was covered in pee, a puddle quickly forming and spreading across the stage in all directions from the panting and groaning woman at its centre. Streams of pee were flowing down both her legs, splattering noisily to the floor while four other streams fell freely between her legs. The semi-waterproof material unable to do anything against the speed and force Katy was wetting herself with.
Katy wobbled slightly, she had been holding her breath and now light headed she fell to her knees, a mirror of the last contest. Her pee was still shooting out of her in the new position, now just one central but larger stream remained, the rest running down her legs to her knees and then directly joined the absolutely massive puddle on the ground. Grunting periodically Katy's whole body was twitching, the control of her muscles completely destroyed by her demands of them over the last hour. Her eyes open but unmoving, she seemed lost in her accident as relief overwhelmed her senses which had been focused on nothing but her need to pee, a torrential pee that was still continuing.
Next to her Scarlet was fighting her body every step of the way, her abused bladder trying everything it could to make her finally give in and pee. The deafening hiss from Katy’s accident seemed to be the only noise in the room to the blonde woman. Wave after wave of desperation and pain flew through Scarlet's body as she panted, clutching her bulging abdomen. A red haze was coming in from the edges of her vision, the strain of her actions causing blood to rush to her bright red face, now covered in matted and dripping blonde hair. She moaned loudly as a powerful pulse cracked her defences, feeling another stream of pee leave her and quickly run down her leg. She hadn’t seen it but it felt like a lot, desperately she clenched her muscles as they trembled again. She thanked her black fabric trousers which were hopefully covering up her accident. But it wasn’t over yet, her bladder was still being filled and she could feel another pulse building inside her, almost like waiting for a hiccup she hoped would never come.
The second spasm hit even harder as she groaned desperately, ordering every muscle and fibre of her body to ignore how tired and strained they were to keep her bladder shut. Another similar spurt escaped her defences as her body rocked where she stood. Light headed Scarlet put a hand on the podium to steady herself, desperately hoping that was going to be the last spasm. But as she grabbed the polished metal surface, her hand wet with sweat slipped, causing her to stumble forwards. Just this small movement caused her bulging and aching bladder to come into contact with the hard podium, the impact instantly shattering her stalwart defences as piss exploded out of the sweating and groaning woman.
“Oh no!” she squealed, pivoting her left leg and pressing it with all her might into the other, but it was no use, her muscles had faltered and despite how much she tried they simply wouldn’t re-engage with their holding duty. Mere seconds later litres of pee showered out of her body as another much quieter hiss filled the room. Liquid came gushing down both of her legs as the highly absorbent material shined in the bright lights, clearly showing her pee quickly absorbing and racing across the porous clothing as most of it fell swirling down her legs.
“Oh god” she moaned in pleasure, oh how it felt so good to finally pee.
Tilting her head back she closed her eyes and relished the feeling of relief. Sighing deeply she let her body relax, she had fought it hard but finally it had reached its limit. Suddenly she felt her now drenched trousers start to slip, the sheer volume of liquid they had absorbed weighing them down and threatening her modesty. Opening her eyes she quickly grabbed her clothing, they were absolutely soaked, even at the top of the waistline. Thankfully her modesty remained in tact, even if her control didn’t.
She couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, she had almost been stripped of her clothing by her pee on television. Looking down she was amazed at the sheer amount of pee still flowing from her body, how had she held so much. It was like an ocean, more liquid still coming out of her.
Looking over she could see Katy, the young woman squatting on her knees as the most powerful piss Scarlet had ever seen continued. It had been almost 30 seconds and yet still the young woman peed full force. A blank look on her face, her eyes glazed over as if she wasn’t even aware of what was happening. She really had pushed her body to its absolute limits. But then again so had she scarlet thought. Allowing her body to pee freely she consoled herself, she had come second! A small smile came across her face, from 5th to 2nd was quite the achievement, only being beaten by Olivia, who was….still holding her pee? She had won, she could pee and yet she wasn’t?
Olivia’s desperation had gone through the roof despite not being pumped full. The sounds of liquid hitting the floor at such speed and quantities was causing ripples to flow through her body as it convulsed in desperation. Her bladder cramping like it was trying to pass a bowling ball, although it looked like it contained far more than that. Its distended nature massively outstretching and out sizing the other women's. How she was still holding was beyond her, although she guessed it was something to do with the drive she had to find her absolute limits. Last time, even before she had started training, it was the drugs that had cost her that opportunity, but right now she had that chance. Could she hold on? Could she wait until she saw Tara? Just the thought of her, combined with the moans and groans of the two women still pissing themselves on the stage enough to make her writhe in lust as well as desperation. Breathing heavily she slowly began reducing the pressure between her legs. Somehow the understanding that she didn’t need to hold it to win made it easier to hold it, because now it was just because she wanted too. Somehow, she removed one hand, but the other stayed behind to support her tired muscles. The allure of her bladder causing her to rub it with her now free hand, the opportunities for pleasure with such a massive bladder were endless. Momentarily going cross eyed she suddenly remembered she was on live TV, and those things would have to wait till her and Tara were together in private. If she could hold it that long. Every second felt like a struggle, but it would be worth it.
Eventually Scarlet's slow paced accident came to an end, almost a minute after Katy’s noisy wetting had ended. Only now did Katy seem to come back to the room, crouched in the middle of the largest puddle of pee she had ever seen. Now that it had combined with all of the others, the room was absolutely covered in it. But she didn’t care, she had lost. Despite doing far better than last time and still feeling her muscles quivering from how hard she tried, her face burned red in embarrassment of failing yet again. Slowly standing she felt a few drops falling from her rapidly cooling legs, her underwear now wet and clingy against her skin.
She hated that feeling, it meant she had failed to hold it.
Her self pity was interrupted as the camera's turned to focus on the host, who began talking.
“So, congratulations to Olivia who is this week’s strongest link.”
“After calculating the total winnings, I can confirm you are going home today with £65,505 double our previous record.”
“Holy shit”, Olivia said out loud, apparently only just able to control her bladder and not her language. Her face and body still sweating but still containing the vast quantities of pee.
“Commiserations to Katy, Scarlet and the rest of our contestants. But that is it for this weeks Weakest link contest, we will see you this time next week for more, the weakest link.” The host said with a wink to the camera, her signature ending.
The Camera’s faded to black and that was the end of the highest scoring episode of the Weakest link ever made.
The end!
Final bladders!
Olivia: 11,423* - winner
Scarlet: 8,026 – 2nd
Katy: 9,637 – 3rd
Alex: 5,657 ml – 4th
Amanda: 8,865 ml – 5th
Claudia: 2,996 ml – 6th
So there we have it, Olivia is our new winner!
A solid performance from all the women and I know a lot of you were rooting for Scarlet, sorry to disappoint any of you, but a solid second place was a good effort. Olivia just had the edge on her and Katy.
Thank you all for continuing to read this, especially those of you that have been upvoting and commenting all the way through. It really meant a lot!
Hopefully the ending (and the rest of the story) was what you all hoped for, I worried it was getting a bit repetitive by the end (hence the longer chapters). But hopefully you guys enjoyed it anyway!
I’ll probably take a little break from writing anything, but if you guys have any ideas or requests, vague or specific im happy to hear them and who knows I might turn them into something.
Sorry to Melificentfan, Im probably going to retire this story / characters so wont be adding to this story with them meeting up. I think i've run out of ideas for these guys, at least for now.
But if you (Or anyone else) have another request even if its just a fandom / TV show / game, if I know anything about it I don’t mind giving it ago.
Although they wont be as long as this, more like 1 - 3 parts at max unless I really get going again. |
I like her as a roommate more and more, I thought, pretending to be still asleep and secretly watching my friend. She was sitting at her desktop, one leg under her crotch, the other one tapping on the floor impatiently. This crazy girl woke up at dawn to get some work done and haven't even peed yet.
We made friends at the university, and after graduation decided to rent a flat together. I loved the company of this smart, most creative gal. A bit shorter than I, with her wily eyes, she looked like a small fox. But don't be mislead, I'm very straight; and it wasn't because of sexual attraction that I couldn't look away, enchanted by her condition. Don't judge me (or do, it's your choice), but I enjoy watching people bursting for a pee. Especially when they can choose to use a bathroom any moment, and only suffer because of being too lazy, too careless, or too absorbed - like in this case. It was obvious that my friend just couldn't hold any longer, but instead of dragging her ass to the bathroom and putting it on the toilet she kept typing passionately. Biting her lip and bending lower and lower, almost lying on her keyboard, she pressed her heel against the middle part of her panties, but apparently it couldn't help at that point. "Oh c'mon... Why now?" she exhaled and unwillingly slipped off her chair. "Morning!" I said, pretending to just have waken, "Were you working? How much have you done?" "Please not now, I'm dying for a wee!" she yelled, finally rushing for a relief.
It wasn't the first case when I witnessed her holding. I couldn't but wonder if she liked having a full bladder; however, I presumed that she would be more discreet about it if she did. When I hold my pee, under no circumstances will I show any sign of desperation. By the way, yes, I enjoy holding my own pee as well. And the exciting sight of this morning put me right in my holding mood. Instead of going now, I thought, I'll spend a few hours in some mall, buying coffee and soda at fast food places; then use a WC there or hold until home - I'll decide later.
"Hey, I'm going to the mall," I told my friend, "will you keep me company?" "Nah, I'll be working all day." "Fine, see you in a couple of hours." Well, holding all alone will be a bit less spicy, but no problem. I put on my favorite harem pants and reached for the 300 ml bottle I keep at my bedside to stay hydrated at night. I could drink that on my way to the mall to make use of that time.
It wasn't too bad when I left home; mostly the idea that I hadn't taken a leak for almost 12 hours was causing a slight tingling in my belly. I was trying to remember what I had drunk and when exactly I had gone yesterday, wondering how much liquid could be inside my bladder now. "Actually, who cares? It's time to fill it!"
First, I went for a 400 ml coffee... Well, I like cappuccino, so I got one more right off. Next on my list was to do some window shopping and let that coffee find its way to its destination. I was wandering through the boutiques aimlessly, sometimes giving an eye to one or another dress. Meanwhile, my bladder started filling faster than I expected. In no time "I might want to find a bathroom at some point in the observable future" became "I really need to go the sooner the better". It was ridiculous: even considering that tiny bottle on the way here, it only was 1100 ml of liquid. It's nothing! I was probably tricked by the thought that I hadn't peed since yesterday; that's why it seemed so much worse than it should've been. Also, coffee is a kind of a diuretic. Anyway, I thought, my bladder can't be really struggling so hard to send out such calls of distress. I won't let it fool me!
So, I went to another place and took a 800 ml beverage. Almost 2 L is enough to get me actually bursting... I was a little tired of drinking fast, so I took my time sipping on it and feeling it go through me. My bladder was screaming at me, demanding a relief, but it had to keep doing its job for a while.
When I was done with that soda, I had to accept the fact that it was time to stop drinking until I let out what was inside me - otherwise there would be no room there anymore. Monstrously desperate by that moment, I thought of using a WC in the mall, but the line seemed so long that there was no point in preferring it to a short walk home. It was in 20 minutes at most.
A minute into my walk, I realized that it should be 20 minutes in my regular fast pace. At the moment, though, I had to take it slow, otherwise I'd be in an unbearable pain. I had no idea how long it could take to get home faltering like that; I was in the greatest hurry ever, willing to break into a run; but I just couldn't. I was panting and sweating, but it felt like I was shifting my feet at the same spot, not getting any closer to my place. But there were no options except going on.
Suddenly I felt a hot wave hitting my peehole from the inside. Then once more. They were invading one after another, with every beat of my racing heart. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, OH NO. Am I having an accident right now? For the first time since so early in my childhood I can't even remember it?! Clearly I was; my urethra was rapidly filling with boiling liquid. Some people can leak a bit and then stop, but not me. When the dam breaches, I just burst.
I had a few seconds to come up with an idea better than flooding a crowded street. Wildly looking around, like a beast caught in a cage, I only saw a turn to some backstreet. I rushed there and fortunately found a large trash bin. Judging by the smell, many people were leaving this place with empty bladders. But I couldn't just squat behind it and start publicly urinating in broad daylight... The bottle! I still had that 300 ml bottle in my purse! Luckily, there was plenty of room in my wide pants to accommodate it there unnoticed. I could hope to pass for someone who had to fix something on their clothing. Aiming would be a challenge, but I'd better have a few drops landed on my pants than it all.
It didn't go as smoothly as I hoped. I had the hardest time stopping my stream, and overfilled the bottle just a bit. But it was worth it; I felt much better. My condition was still very, very urgent, but at least now I could go faster and make it to home in 15 minutes.
Last steps to my door, I was praying to find my friend still too busy to glance at me when I enter. I could only guess how poor I looked after that pathetic episode behind the bin and miserable jogging home that followed it. I put on my coolest smile and did my best to stand straight as if I still had some dignity. But, oh, thanks so much, she didn't look up. I sneaked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, so that she couldn't hear me peeing for an eternity. Then I actually took a shower and went out, fresh and glowing.
"How was your trip?" my friend asked, "Did you find anything?" "Nah," I said, "there was nothing that fit me." "I doubt that, you always go too hard on yourself. If I was there to compliment you, you would've bought a lot. By the way, are you using that lip balm I advised you to buy?" "I see where it's going," I chuckled, "yes I am. But you can take it if you want, it's in my purse."
The moment she opened my purse, it hit me. THE BOTTLE! It was still there... I was so out of my mind I just shoved it back unconsciously, instead of throwing it into the same trash bin!
I watched her face turning from surprised to shocked.
"What on earth is that?" she asked, presenting me with the bottle.
"I don't know," I lied blatantly.
"Well, I can tell you. It's literally a bottle of piss."
"Fine, it's a bottle of my piss, okay? I couldn't find a bathroom."
"Man... You were in the goddamn shopping mall. Are you sure there was no bathroom there? Instead, there was a place, specially designed for peeing in bottles?"
"..."
"That's not what happened. I know what did. You were deliberately holding your pee."
"Are you kidding? How have you come to this bizarre idea, Sherlock?"
"Isn't it obvious? You didn't use a WC when you could, holding until the last moment. But eventually, on your way home, you had to go to that bottle."
"..."
"So you like to hold your pee deliberately? Why haven't you told me? We know each other for ages!"
"Now tell me you don't like the same," I went all-in.
She blushed. "I might... a little."
"Why haven't you told me?"
Chuckle. "We should have told each other. Long ago."
A wide smile emerged on her face, welcoming me to the world of the most fantastical holding contests. |
This story is extremely focused around public humiliation as that is my personal favorite but I know that is not everyone's cup of tea so just wanted to make that clear. Also, please leave any feedback or criticism. I never like my own writing at all so it would be very interesting to see what others have to say about it.
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Alaina rolled over once more. In fact, Alaina had been tossing and turning almost constantly since she had stumbled into her dorm room and practically fell straight into her bed. She had been out the night before and had a bit too much too drink. This had been Alaina's first time going out to an official college party and while she had a good time, she was a bit disappointed in herself for losing track of her intake so quickly. After the first two lemonade and vodka's Alaina had decided to just go with the flow.
"Thank god I have a roommate who made sure I was safe and made it back at the end of the night" Alaina thinks to herself as she awakens from a not so restful sleep and rolls over to check the time on her phone.
It was 7:15 and the last thing Alaina vaguely remembers was checking her phone when she had gotten back to her room and seeing it was 1:30 am. Or was it more like 2? Alaina couldn't quite remember but another memory did present itself quite clearly. She had to go pee pretty bad when she was walking back to her dorm with her roommate Vanessa but she was both too drunk and too tired to take care of that matter before she crashed. That need was definitely still nagging away at her. Her bladder felt like an overfilled balloon when she rolled over. This was a problem because this was a dorm building. The only way for Alaina to relieve herself would be to walk all of the way down the hallway to the shared girls bathroom and Alaina was way too lazy for all of that right now. Instead, Alaina did decide to quietly get up and change out of her tight jeans and into a loose pair of gray sweats. She had not changed since she got in last night and she honestly felt gross and sweaty. Even her purple thong felt sweaty so she took that off as well and looked through her drawer for another fresh pair. But Alaina's laziness showed itself again when she realized the only clean pair she had left was her white hello kitty panties with a red outline around the waistband and thighs. Those always made her feel like a little girl to wear but they were her only clean option. Alaina had to place a hand over her bare pussy before putting the panties and sweats on and considered going to the bathroom once again as she finally experienced the sweet relief of taking off her bra and threw on a red t-shirt with her high school's logo on it.
"Aw screw it not now. I just want to sleep a bit longer" Alaina decides as she climbs back into bed sneaking a peak at Vanessa in her bed across the room just to make sure she did not wake her changing. Vanessa was sound asleep and that reassured Alaina as she stuck a hand between her legs as she snuggled back up under the covers and quickly drifted back to sleep.
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Alaina jolted awake and immediately noticed two very unpleasant things. One, her dorm buildings fire alarm was going off and it was super super loud. It honestly hurt her ears. Two, Alaina had to pee. Well, Alaina had to pee unlike anything she had experienced in quite some time. Immediately, she placed the other hand that wasn't already deep between her legs on top of the hand that was.
"Come on Alaina we gotta get out of here and meet our hall outside. Thats what were supposed to do I think" Vanessa says as she pulls up some red short shorts over her white thong that she was sleeping in obviously just getting awoken by the fire alarm as Alaina did herself.
Alaina squirmed as she felt her entire body tense up. Holy shit she had to pee. She felt like pee was going to come out of her eyeballs. Or she was going to blow up. Either one. She then decided she had to at least move and get out of bed. Just removing one hand in order to remove her covers was hard enough and then flipping her legs over the side of the bed was another challenge that was already asking too much of her so early in the morning and also when she had such a pounding headache. "So an aching bladder was not the only side effect of alcohol" she thought to herself. Alaina got herself out of bed but did not stay on two feet long as she had to very quickly wrap one leg around the other and bend down resulting in her body resembling something like a pretzel.
"What the hell are you doing over there? Come on, we gotta go" Vanessa urges her roommate as she goes towards the dorm door. Vanessa is always very much the type to play it by the book. If the proper protocol in this situation was to get out of the room and downstairs immediately then that is what she and Alaina had to do. They had only just gotten on campus after all so she did not want to get into any type of trouble. And besides, that fire alarm was way too loud in here she wanted to get as far away from that sound as quickly as possible.
Alaina managed to strengthen herself out and gain some control as she followed Vanessa out of the room closing the door behind her and sneaking another grab of her quivering womanhood. She felt as if a leak was bound to come out soon so action had to be taken and even though this was not ideal to broadcast her need to Vanessa it was now already beyond necessary. Besides, she's known Vanessa for about two weeks now and she felt reasonably comfortable with her. It usually takes Alaina a lot to work up the nerve to make her bodily needs known no matter how bad they get.
"Vanessa we gotta stop at the bathroom before we go out I seriously have to pee so bad right now" Alaina says while looking down. Vanessa looks over her shoulder and sees her roommate with her hands in her crotch and walking quite funny looking.
"I guess but please be quick. I don't want to take to long and get in trouble or even burn to death." Vanessa says only half kidding.
A feeling of worry rushes over Alaina. She had been too worried about her own selfish need to pee that she did not even think about whether this was real or not. This could be a matter of life and death. She looks around as other girls emerge from their dorms all brushing sleep from their eyes lazily and only half dressed or dressed in Pjs. Alaina could not be the only girl waking up with a full bladder.
"You know what? your right actually. Ill just wait." Alaina says
Vanessa once agin looks over her shoulder as the two pass the bathrooms and exit into the stairway "You sure?" she asks secretly a little relived that her roommate wont be holding her up anyway.
"Yeah it shouldn't be long I don't want to cause problems its maybe better if we just get down and outside quick." Alaina responds feeling her bladder protest her stupid decision as she looks at the bathroom and pictures herself sitting her butt down on the toilet and letting all of her hot, pent up piss out of her.
Every step was pure torture for Alaina. Coming all of the way down form floor 8 meant a lot of steps and by floor 4 she felt a leak creep out. She stopped it quick by stopping and bending down almost into a full squat. She felt the warmness roll down her right thigh and pool around the bottom of her panties.
"Vanessa I should have went to the bathroom" she whines out
"Well, too late now come on Alaina you are kinda blocking the stairs here." Vanessa responds growing a bit impatient with her roommates super childish behavior.
Alaina looks up and sees the look of impatience and frustration in Vanessa's eyes as well as dirty looks and some giggles form other girls and she instantly grows super embarrassed. She was indeed acting stupid. She was away at school now and it was time to grow up. And growing up meant holding her pee inside of her during times like these. She not only could under no circumstances pee herself in front of her entire dorm building but she also could not openly pee dance like this. Despite her red cheeks and overfilled balloon bladder, Alaina pulled herself up and made it down the stairs and outside without any more leaks or embarrassing potty dances. She simply kept one hand in her crotch. Yes, it was still obvious she had to pee to every single girl around her but it was a lot better than any of the alternatives present to her at the moment.
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It did not take long for Alaina to start making a fool of herself again once she and Vanessa joined the rest of her hall outside of her dorm building. She was surrounded by so many of her peers and her she was about to piss all over herself. Alaina didn't know what to do. She was bright red and sweating. She was basically marching on the spot with two hands buried into the crotch of her gray sweats that she knew very well would show any little tiny drop of pee that escaped her poor, tired, and now sweaty pussy lips. When her march stopped, she bounced around on her heels. She could barely open her eyes due mostly to embarrassment and the extreme pain she was currently in.
"Alaina seriously, get control of yourself. I have to go pee too but we will be back in soon. We all have to pee. We all just woke up." Vanessa says quietly to Alaina trying to not allow any others to hear
"Im sorry I just cant help it. Im sorry Im really trying. I think Im giving myself a UTI or something it hurts so so so bad Vanessa."
Vanessa looks at her bursting roommate. She had never seen a potty dance like this. And judging from some of the snickers and videos being taken from the girls around her, they had never either. Its true that Alaina probably had to go pee super bad considering she was drunkily whining about it to Vanessa the whole way back from the party last night. But she was drunk and all drunk people always say they have to pee all the time Vanessa thought. And Vanessa was tired last night so she told Alaina to just go to bed when they got back. In her state, Vanessa honestly did not trust Alaina to go alone but she also did not want to take her so they walked past it like they did just now on the way out of the dorm. Alaina did not speak up for herself either time so Vanessa looked at it as noone's fault but her own that she was in this situation.
"Well, i don't know what you want me to do about it. You should have went just now when I asked." Vanessa sharply replied back
"I know. I just thought this was going to be quick. Do you umm know um when we might be done with this?" Alaina asks Vanessa desperately as she turns to her biting her bottom lip and clenching her pussy tighter as a leak comes out and leaves another wet spot on her hello kitty panties. Alaina is very afraid that these leaks are soon going to start showing on her gray sweats.
"how would I know?" Vanessa asks looking annoyed
"Umm i'm sorry i was just asking"Alaina says as she looks down and just feels like an all-around pest to her roommate at this point. She then decides to both leave her annoyed roommate alone as well as get some information for herself and ask her RA how much time is left in the drill. Her RA was in control of her hall and would know. She was a junior or something though and had the blonde hair that seemed to attract the boys here. In fact, Alaina really didn't know her RA and she hated the idea of going up to her doing a pee dance like this but she had too. Another leak came out and she let out a loud moan as she had to clench every muscle in her petite body to stop it. She looked down and removed her hands to reveal a sizable wet patch on her gray sweats. This was bad.
Alaina shot off through the crowd and up to Stacy her RA. Or was her name Susan? Alaina didn't know honestly. All she could think about was keeping her pee in for another second. Then she focused on the next second. Then the next. God it hurt. Her peehole burned. Her tummy hurt. As she walked another leak came out and she felt wetness on her hands.
"Um..um excuse me." Alaina quietly says as she finally gets up to her RA who is currently engaged in a conversation with another girl Alaina does not know.
The first round doesn't even work as the RA does not hear her quiet and weak voice. She considered turning back as this was simply too embarrassing with the added pressure of having to say this in front of another girl but her bladder was honestly feeling really weird due to its fullness and Alaina was seriously worried about causing herself health problems because it hurt her that much. With her legs twisted into a knot and her hands still buried deep into her poor crotch Alaina asked once again and spoke up this time.
"Excuse me, how much longer until we can go inside? I umm was just wondering because this is my first fire drill here" Alaina asks now bending down at the knees as even her butt cheeks quiver and sweat with the strain of holding all of this in.
The older RA turns around to see this little freshmen obviously on the verge of peeing herself. The freshmen literally has tears forming in her eyes.
"Umm well the fire department still has to show up and give us the all clear. Are you ok though?' she asks
Alaina looks up pitifully. "I actually just really really need a bathroom. I um didn't go this morning after the fire alarm woke me up. I thought I didn't have enough time to go." Alaina says now resorting to going to a full squat. Her pussy is quivering and letting out uncontrollable little squirts of urine. No matter how hard Alaina grasps it, it keeps letting pee out. Her bladder keeps feeling like its going to overflow out of her. She was trying to stop these tears from coming out of her eyes but she couldn't. She had to go pee so bad and everything hurt her little body. She honestly didn't think her bladder was big enough for her to ever have to pee this badly.
"Oh i see. Well I have to pee too but we have to wait until the all clear is given. It will be soon after they get here ok?" the RA says
Alaina's heart sank having been told she would need to wait longer.
"I really cant hold it, it like hurts really bad. Please is there anything we can work out please please please." Alaina pleads with the older girl giving her the puppy dog eyes that always worked on her father when she wanted something a little more simple than a potty when she was about to piss herself in front of 100s of her peers only weeks since starting college.
"Im sorry but theres nothing I can do right now its not up to me. Im just here to watch over you guys. I have to pee too just hang in there ok?" she says feeling a little pity for this poor red-faced and whining girl begging her for a bathroom like some first grader stuck in class.
"Ok" was all Alaina could say feeling her shyness creep over her. She's already made a total fool of herself and she just wants to hide away. She turns away and starts to walk back towards Vanessa. She just wants to go away and not be seen by anybody. She cant even hold her pee right. Why did she pass up on the bathroom twice this morning already? Why did she let Vanessa's impatience get to her enough to stop her form visiting the little girl's room before she found herself out here? Why couldn't she hold her pee in like a girl her age was supposed to. She started to totally panic as another leak escaped her pussy lips. She sees Vanessa back at their spot crossing her legs. Maybe Vanessa did need to go after all. But that thought does not help Alaina at all as this leak doesn't stop. There is a steady pee stream finding its way down her leg now as she feels is hit her sock and pool in her shoe. Her pussy is now like a leaky faucet as she desperately grabs at it as if that will do anything. Alaina's heart is beating out of her chest and her breaths are wild. She is having a full-on panic attack as she bends down now with her ass barely above the dirt ground as the steady stream opens up into a full torrent. Tears fall from Alaina's eyes as she cant stop what she is doing. The crowd around her that was amused by her predicament mere seconds ago now is disgusted by it as they scatter to move out of the way. Many girls scream about not wanting pee on their shoes. Alaina keeps her eyes closed and stays in her own little world of relief. She already feels her panties soaking wet as the wetness spreads all over her butt and then covering her hips. Her hands are soaked but she keeps them in her crotch as she stupidly thinks it hides some of the accident. Piss rolls between her butt cheeks and then absorbs through both her soaked hello kitty panties and now very dark gray sweats causing a steady stream of dark yellow piss to fall from her onto the dirt below causing a splattering noise. Alaina feels everything she has worked for up to this point slip away because now she will forever be known as the girl who peed herself during a fire drill at college. Her heart beat speeds up even more and her sobbing grows ever more intense. The relief she feels is severely overshadowed by her embarrassment and utter disappointment in herself. This is definitely a morning that will follow Alaina for quite some time. |
So this turned out WAY longer than anticipated, so I decided to cut it into 2 parts, and sadly most of the real action won’t be till part 2...
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Noah and Eric were 18 year old seniors on their high school’s wrestling team. This afternoon they’d be traveling to one of the final meets of the season. The school they’d be competing against was an easy 35 minute drive from their own school.
As soon as the bell rang to dismiss them from class, Noah and Eric rushed to the gym locker room to grab their bags with their uniforms and change of clothes. They each remembered to refill their water bottles, which were almost empty since they’d been hydrating all day in preparation for the meet. Coach was very strict about leaving on time, so they had only enough time to grab their bag and head to the bus with the rest of the team.
Once on the bus, Noah and Eric sat talking with each other while taking occasional sips from their water so they’d stay hydrated for their matches. The meet wasn’t scheduled to begin until 4:00 and they’d left school at 3:00, so they’d have plenty of time to change and settle in once they arrived.
Around 15 minutes into the drive, the bus merged onto a highway and what they saw out the window surprised them. Traffic was barely moving, when any other time they’d made this journey, it moved just fine. Not thinking much of it, all the team members continued talking as the bus crawled along.
10 minutes later the bus had barely moved more than a mile or two. Noah was beginning to get very uncomfortable because his bladder was full from hydrating all day and he hadn’t had the time to go to the bathroom before boarding the bus. By this point they should’ve only been about 10 minutes away from their destination, but because of traffic they were still at least another 25 minutes away. Noah decided he’d put his headphones in and listen to music to distract him, as he subtly squeezed his thighs together a few times.
Eric realized that Noah wasn’t in the mood to talk anymore, and he too put his headphones in. It was then that Eric noticed Noah moving his legs strangely. He kept squeezing his thighs together and bouncing his legs. It dawned on Eric that Noah probably needed to use the bathroom, which only made sense since he too had been feeling his own bladder getting fuller and fuller.
3:45 rolled around the bus was still stuck in bumper to bumper traffic that was now at a standstill. Noah’s music was not distracting him anymore from his now very pressing need to pee. His bladder was bursting and he was regretting all the water he’d been drinking all afternoon. He was now steadily bouncing his legs, and he grabbed himself several times to give a discreet squeeze to his penis which was now semi-hard from all the moving and grabbing. Noah couldn’t remember a time he was this desperate to pee. He thought he noticed Eric try and discreetly grab his crotch a few times too, but couldn’t be sure because his full bladder wasn’t helping him think straight.
Eric was sure now that Noah needed to pee, and needed to pee badly. Eric himself was now bursting and had given his dick a squeeze several times to help with the pressure.
Just as traffic began to pick up, their coach stood up in the front of the bus and announced they were going to be arriving at 4:15 and that they would need to start immediately because the gymnasium their meet was is in was being used for a basketball game immediately after, and there could be no further delay.
Noah who was now openly grabbing himself and bouncing up and down was surprised to here the coach call his name from the front of the bus. “Noah, I hate to ask you this, but since your match is first, I’d like to have you change into your uniform on the bus so that the meet can begin as soon as we arrive.”
Noah didn’t know what to say other than “ok”. He turned to Eric with a panicked look on his face and confessed his dire need to pee while very openly grabbing his crotch. Eric turned red in the face and told him he couldn’t feel bad for him, because he too had a bursting bladder and that he felt like he was going to explode any second.
Noah headed to the back of the bus, slipped off his shorts and shirt, and slid on his singlet over his jock strap. He awkwardly walked back to his seat with his pee-filled semi bulging under his singlet for all to see. He noticed that almost all his teammates were very fidgety in their seats after spending over an hour on the bus. They couldn’t all need to pee, could they?
Once he sat back down, Noah tried to explain to Eric how desperately he needed to pee, but Eric still had no sympathy for him. Unbeknownst to Noah, Eric leaked a small dribble of piss into his briefs and was too focused on trying not to pee himself on the bus to care about the fact that Noah was just as desperate and about to have to wrestle.
As they pulled up to their opponents school, the coach called for Noah to get off first. As the coach ushered Noah towards the gymnasium for his meet, Noah turned around and watched as the rest of his team darted into the locker room with strained looks on their faces.
Just as Noah caught site of Eric hobbling hand over his crotch into the locker room behind the rest of the team, a wave of desperation came over him and Noah had to bend over to stop from leaking. As he was trying to regain his composure, Noah heard his name called. “Just 6 minutes. I can do this...” he thought unsurely to himself as he began making his way to the center of the mat to meet his opponent. While Noah was shaking hands with opponent, he felt a quit jet of pee escape into his jock strap.
To be continued.... |
Part 2 is FINALLY here...
(I know it’s a weird mix between the 3rd person point of view and then the dialogue, but hopefully you’ll enjoy it! I was desperate while writing this and it still ended up being longer than planned, and with an ending I hadn’t originally planned)
Thankfully the quick jet of pee that escaped wasn’t too noticeable in Noah’s royal blue singlet. What was more noticeable though was the growing bulge in his singlet, which he was powerless to hide, but still tried to quickly and nonchalantly readjust as he took his place on the mat. Just as the match was about to begin, Noah was surprised to see his coach, who had rushed him to the mat, run off to the locker room to presumably tell the rest of the team to hurry up.
The referee blew his whistle and the first period of the match began. Noah’s opponent was quick to put him in a hold and pull him down towards the mat. Initially Noah’s adrenaline rush and focus on his opponent made him momentarily forget his bursting bladder, but as his opponent flipped him over and put a leg across his abdomen he was painfully reminded of his predicament. As the opponents leg pushed into Noah’s bladder he couldn’t help himself from releasing another spurt of piss into his singlet, as he struggled to hold off his opponent and his impending flood.
Noah’s opponent reached around from the back, around Noah’s thigh and was now practically grabbing Noah’s increasingly damp bulge. As the pressure increased, Noah felt himself let out even more pee, this time for a few seconds. As his opponent was about to recoil in disgust at having suddenly gotten his had wet, Noah gave up resisting in order to stop the flow, which then resulted in him being pinned and the match ending just as the first period was about to end.
Noah was embarrassed, but grateful the match was over. He struggled to his feet, while keeping one hand firmly cupped around his leaky bulge. As the referee took each players’ hand and threw Noah’s opponent’s arm into the air victoriously, Noah made eye contact with his coach who had apparently returned. He was directing a confused look at him while, Noah noticed, subtly rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet. Was coach mad at him for not performing well and losing in the first period of the match?
As soon as the referee released his hand, Noah hobbled towards the locker room trying not to let anymore jets of piss escape. Before he could get there though his coach stopped him and asked what had happened. Noah quickly apologized and through gritted teeth told him “Coach I have to take a piss so bad and I’m about to have an accident right now if I don’t get to the bathroom.” At that point coach noticed Noah was crossing his legs, was bent over slightly, and had a desperate look in his eyes. Coach shifted on his feet, apologized to Noah and told him to run to the bathroom. Thankfully, team members were now trickling out of the locker room to play the next matches.
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Eric had been one of the last ones off the bus, as everyone had immediately scrambled to their feet and ran into the school after coach went ahead first with Noah. Eric couldn’t be concerned with Noah’s situation right now, but he sure was glad he was headed for a toilet and not the wrestling mat.
Eric knew his underwear was damp because he’d lost control for a moment on the bus and let out a spurt. As he rushed into the locker room behind the rest of the team he was embarrassed when he thought about having to change into his uniform and revealing the noticeable stain his piss undoubtedly left on his white Calvin Klein boxer briefs.
Eric was surprised the rest of the team didn’t head towards the lockers and start changing like they usually would have. It seemed they were all headed the same place Eric was. It was then that Eric began to notice all the guys in front of him had varying levels of nervous and strained looks on their faces and were in varying stages of very obviously needing to piss. Feeling much less self conscious upon realizing this, Eric grabbed his penis which was now tenting in his shorts.
As the first team members reached the bathroom within the locker room, Eric heard shouting and shoving right away. When he caught up to the bathroom area he realized why. There was only one stall and three urinals, and the stall was already occupied by an opposing team member.
Eric’s teammates were shoving each other to try and get to one of the three free urinals. One guy with a vice grip on his penis pushed another, who was just about to open his fly at the urinal, out of the way and released an audible torrent of piss. One guy tried pushing his way to a urinal by exclaiming that he was about to literally piss himself. His exclamation was met by a chorus of “Me too!”s and “Same here!”s.
Seeing his other 15 teammates fight to get access to the now occupied three urinals he knew his only option was to wait. He crossed his legs and bent forward as another spurt of piss escaped into his underwear.
After what seemed like ages, the first round of wrestlers finished peeing and freed up their urinals for three more guys. The urinal dividers made it impossible for two guys to share one urinal, and at this point the group desperation reached a fever pitch. Guys were crossing their legs, jumping up and down, bending over at 90 degree angles, begging to be allowed to pee next, and pleading with people closer to the urinals to let them get in front. One guy in particular, who looked close to tears, started banging on the stall that was still occupied as drops off piss began to escape his shorts.
The continuous cries from the team of “I’m about to piss myself” had changed into a chorus of guys now shouting in disbelief that they had already started leaking or pissing themselves. Several of the wrestlers stripped down to their jock straps and briefs while waiting, to prove they were in fact already losing their ability to hold any longer.
Eric was trying to concentrate on his own desperate need, when he looked up and saw the coach bounding into the locker room headed straight for his team gathered at the urinals. When the coach realized what was going on with his players and the bathroom situation, a flash of concern went across his face. With both hands in his pocket, Coach stumbled to find his words and then finally told the team to try and hurry up and get changed and out to the gym as soon as possible. Eric noticed that before turning to leave the locker room, Coach’s eyes lingered on the bathroom situation a few seconds longer before he went back to Noah’s match that had likely started by now.
Within the next few minutes, the urinals continued to allow the team to empty their overfilled bladders, and the stall finally opened up to provide even more relief.
There were now only 4 wrestlers left waiting to empty their bladders, and Eric was one of them. He knew there was no way he’d be allowed to get in front of them as the others waiting had made it clear they were going next. Unfortunately for Eric, the stall was now being occupied again.
Just as the second to last person before Eric stepped up to a urinal, the locker room door came crashing open and Noah burst in. Eric who was now crossing his legs and squeezing his thighs tighter than he thought possible while standing in only his damp white boxer briefs, looked up to see Noah with a death grip on his now very obvious, and damp, tenting bulge in his singlet.
Noah explained that he’d lost the match in the first period, and he needed to cut the line cause he was peeing himself. Neither Eric nor the other teammate waiting had much sympathy for him as they were in equally dire situations.
Noah began bouncing on his feet, and asked Eric how he was still waiting to pee. Eric explained the predicament the rest of the team had had during his match. Noah pulled the straps of his singlet off and pulled the uniform down to his thighs, exposing his piss soaked jock strap that was barely containing his pee-filled hard on. As both boys stood there practically naked and as Noah was about to plead with the guys at the urinals to hurry up, the door to the locker room crashed open again.
Noah and Eric both turned their twisted and contorted bodies to see coach speed walking towards them. When coach approached the boys and saw they were still waiting, he audibly grunted and bent his knees slightly. “I can’t believe you boys haven’t pissed yet!”
The last guy in line before Eric stepped up to a free urinal.
“Not in a urinal, but I’ve been leaking piss into my underwear since the bus pulled up!” Eric replied. Noah added desperately, “and I started pissing myself out on the mat!”
“Well I’m hoping that doesn’t happen to me, but if these urinals don’t FINALLY free up soon I’m afraid it might!” the coach admitted while bending his knees quickly again and then crossing and uncrossing his legs.
“What do you mean coach..?” Eric asked him as his underwear was visibly dampened by another spurt.
“Oh, what?! You two think you and your teammates were only the ones stuck on that bus that hadn’t peed since we left school?? Some us had to teach back to back classes all afternoon and haven’t had a piss since their lunch break at 11:30!”
Noah couldn’t believe his ears, “11:30?! Coach that was 5 hours ago!”
“I know.” coach replied tersely as he bounced in place.
Just then one of the urinals was vacated and flushed, but the pipe above it burst and began spraying water straight out.
Noah and Eric both winced. Coach crossed his legs and shoved a hand into his pocket.
“I literally can’t hold it anymore!” Noah suddenly screamed. He removed his hand from his cock and a stream of piss began shooting from his jock strap, cascading down onto his singlet and then the floor. Just then the other two urinals opened up and Noah and Eric hobbled up to them. Eric removed his leaky cock from his underwear and moaned loudly as he emptied his bladder. Noah just continued to piss through the fabric of his jockstrap into the urinal.
With the last two of his players now focused solely on blissfully emptying their bladders, Coach now openly grabbed his crotch through his tight khaki pants. Between the sounds of water from the burst pipe splattering on the floor, Noah and Eric’s forceful piss streams hitting the porcelain, and their almost orgasmic moaning, Coach’s cock began to stiffen in his already snug Fruit of the Loom tighty whities. Suddenly a strong wave from his bladder come over him.
Coach had never needed to piss this badly before in his life, so he pleadingly said to the boys “I’m sure you’re enjoying yourselves over there boys, but please please hurry up, because some of us don’t have a change of clothes they can wear for the rest of the meet!” Just then he felt a single drop of pee escape his penis. “I’m not kidding boys! It’s getting urgent over here!!”
Just then one of his wrestlers came running in from the gym calling for the coach. Coach reluctantly removed the grip on his crotch, but didn’t dare to uncross his legs. When the coach asked what he wanted, his player said the referee needed him out in the gym right away. Coach said he’d be out in just a few minutes, but his player told him it was urgent and said the referee wasn’t willing to wait and was threatening to cancel the rest of the match if the coach didn’t come speak to him immediately.
After sighing, and bending his knees once again, the coach reluctantly began to head towards the locker room exit. Just as he was about to leave, he took one final glance back towards the bathroom area and saw that Noah had finished and there was finally an open urinal.
“Fuck.” thought Coach as he turned to head into the gymnasium. |
Jittery Jill
Jill considered herself to be nothing special. A bit overweight, shoulder length brown hair which she generally kept in a rough pony tail, fairly shy and still living with her parents at 19. Her main asset was her intelligence but so far, other then on the cusp of gaining an honours degree in history and psychology, she hadn’t found it helpful in any real life situations, especially relationships. Jill had a few superficial friends, mostly others on her course, but no-one special, and especially not of the male variety. When she wasn’t studying she would walk the family dog, go for a bike read or read. Socialising was rarely a priority but she did make an exception for birthdays, Christmas and other special events.
Today was one of those such events. It has been an interesting year for Jill’s mum who after falling ill and needing a blood transfusion back in March, had discovered her blood group wasn’t what she expected. When it then turned out that her illness could be genetic related at the grand age of 48 she had suddenly found out that her dad wasn’t her dad after all. The news had shaken the tight knit family and her mum had sought out Jill both for emotional support and her history research skills as she tried to trace her biological father. Thanks to Jill’s detective work, online chronicles and the memory of her gran, by mid summer Louise and Jill were on a ferry to Ireland to meet Carson McIvor at a family run pub.
No-one could have predicted the turn of events that happened in the latter half of the year as, rather unexpectedly, Jill formed a close bond with her biological grandfather, with her gran reminding her that his charming ways were still going strong almost fifty years later. Jill was drawn to her biological grandfather across the water and especially his large and complex Catholic family. She sat with him and his wife and made the full family tree one visit which took hours as her grandfather was one of twelve, he had ten children and all but one were married and they all had children too!
Today Jill was taking a short flight again to see them, this time for a huge New Year party with the family and friends. New Year was always a quiet affair for her own parents who never saw the interest really, but despite her own quiet, subdued, homely existence Jill was excited to be heading to the large country house she’d never been to before for what she knew would be a party to remember. She wasn’t over confident, anything but really, but it had to be more fun than an early night with her parents back in Swindon.
Jill arrived at 5pm and was picked up by one of her grandfather’s son’s. He’d hoped her mum would have come too since he’d yet to meet his ‘new’ sister but Jill shyly said that parties were not her scene, though thankfully she was now keeping much better. They made small talk as they stopped at a chip shop and parked while they ate and drank in the car before driving on to the country house. It was dark by the time they arrived and already the house was full of people everywhere, a few Jill had met before but not all. Jill was ushered to the large kitchen were she was handed a glass and she nodded for a lemonade. She planned to save the alcohol for a bit later on.
The evening was going great with plenty opportunities to mingle, playing games and getting to know people. Jill was excited to see quite a number of others her age and she wondered how different her life might have been had her gran stayed with her biological grandfather rather than the man she went on to marry. As a keen historian though she knew that you could never undo or change history and it was foolish to dream otherwise. Her thoughts were drifting when she was nudged by a dark haired gent around her age who handed her a glass of wine and made small talk with her. Jill was drawn to him and found her face reddening and her stomach flutter. She plucked up the courage to introduce herself and he introduced himself as Liam mcIvor. He was plucky, had definitely been drinking but he came across as sincere and kind and his green eyes sparkled in the light of the busy hallway. When his arm touched Jill’s she found her body turned to jelly. With the noise of the other people and the music Liam politely asked if she wanted to get a seat somewhere and led Jill to a smaller TV room where the TV was on, though muted.
It wasn’t until Jill sat down on the low couch that she realised her bladder was full. She hasn’t had a wee since the airport in England hours ago! She’d been too distracted, too busy, too excited to even think about it, but now she realised she didn’t even know where the bathroom was. She’d also only just sat down and Liam was so captivating she didn’t wish to leave, not yet anyway. Liam seemed just as interested in her company as she did his and despite the subtle protests from her bladder Jill had never been happier. The room might have been full of people but Jill couldn’t take her eyes off Liam and found herself laughing, smiling and listening intently to his every word. Whenever her bladder protested she just crossed her legs and sat up straight, tensing her muscles in the process.
No sooner had her glass of wine finished when she was handed another and Liam seemed to gain another pint. Neither wanted to be the first to part company and Jill worried that if she was to excuse herself to find the bathroom she might struggle to find Liam again in the crowd. Liam was now sitting closer to her with his hand on her knee. Jill slowly moved her hand close to his and as their skin touched she found her adrenaline soaring, making her all giggling and jittery like a little kid. The combination of alcohol and excitement combined with an increasing desperation to pee made her restless, excitable and bouncy.
Liam placed his hand gently over Jill’s and she wriggled in her seat and squirmed with embarrassment, sexual excitement and a strong urge to urinate. Laughing increased her need to pee exponentially and losing her inhibitions with the alcohol and giddiness she placed her other hand between her tightly crossed legs and bounced on the couch. Liam laughed and moved his fingers along the top of her hand and up onto her wrist. Jill wriggled even more on her seat oblivious to the fact Liam was interpreting her actions differently.
Sipping some of his drink for courage he winked at Jill and whispered in her ear:
‘Is someone really wanting something?’
Jill was convinced Liam was aware of her urgent need to pee and as she shifted around with her hand still between her legs, she nodded and smiled. Maybe, she thought, he would show her were the bathroom was and wait for her while she got some relief.
Liam, however, was thinking something altogether different. He placed his fingers through Jill’s and with his other arm pulled her gently towards him and boldly kissed her.
Jill had never felt so jiggly in her life. She felt her cheeks redden, her heart pound, her lips scream for more...and her bladder throb powerfully for urgent release. In a room of other people Jill was lost in her own world, her heart yearning for more of Liam yet her body yearning to release her heavy over full bladder. With her lips locked in Liam’s and her hand intwined in his hand she used her legs and hips to twist and jiggle and her spare hand to stroke between her legs begging her pee to remain inside.
Liam’s eyes sparkled with excitement and when he finally saw where Jill’s other hand was he decided they needed to get some more privacy. He pulled Jill up from the couch and gently lead her through the crowd into the kitchen and out into the garden where he then walked her to the side of the house. Outside he allowed his hands to wander as Jill seemed to dance and twist and jiggle beside him. He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her cheek as Jill appeared to long to masterbate as her hand stroked herself though her dress and leggings.
As Liam slowly pulled Jill’s dress up with Jill against the building wall he leaned in to whisper again:
‘Sorry it’s not as private as I would like baby’
Jill squirmed beneath him barely managing to stop her bladder bursting despite longing to take things further with Liam too. With one hand still between her legs she was so grateful that Liam was holding her dress up ready. He clearly could see how urgently she had to pee and had taken her outside knowing she couldn’t wait had there been a queue at the toilet. He had clearly noticed her squirming and knew without her saying a word that she so desperately needed the loo. Jill wanted him to know how grateful she was:
‘This is perfect Liam. I’m sure you can see how much I desperately want this, how long I’ve been waiting tonight to do this. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last hour with you. I’ve never done it like this but oh my God I’m going to go to heaven any moment. Can you help me get these leggings down please?’
Liam was rock hard at hearing this, as still clutching Jill’s dress he moved closer to her kissing her and simultaneously unzipping his jeans and pulling his hard member out.
‘Oh quick babe. Get my leggings and knickers down. I need this so fucking badly you wouldn’t believe!’
Liam obliged willingly pulling both Jill’s leggings and knickers to her knees and watching as her hand immediately went to her throbbing vagina to stroke it. She looked absolutely beautiful, sensual and Liam was horny as hell. He held her dress in his hands as Jill hunched down and he hunched down a little too, pushing his hips towards hers as she finally removed her hand and in the glimmer of a side light from the house next door he saw her hard clit and open pussy which throbbed like nothing he had ever seen before.
As he thrust towards her to enter he felt a warm liquid encapsulate his hard penis. Boy was this girl wet! He’d never experienced anything like it and he longed with every fiber in him to cum.
The liquid dribbled faster as he entered, pulling Jill’s hips towards his. Jill still seemed tense so he ran his arms along her back and whispered:
‘Relax baby. It’s fine.’
‘’Liam you do know I’m pissing on you? I can’t...I can’t stop it. I thought you’d brought me here to pee! I’ve been absolutely dying to pee for hours and I can’t...I can’t hold this any longer!’
That wasn’t what Liam was expecting but his body was on fire. His hard penis was inside Jill’s body now and the warm liquid pouring down his shaft was sending shock waves through him. This was heaven and if Jill continued pissing while he thrust he would be just seconds away from exploding. God was this incredible.
Liam wanted to sound romantic, loving and sexual but hormones and lust took over.
‘Fuck this is bloody amazing! You do whatever you fucking need to honey cos I can’t control myself any longer. You are bloody wonderful!’
With that Jill closed her eyes and with Liam’s body inside hers she allowed her body to do exactly what it craved. She let go of the stress of holding back and gripping Liam to steady herself she let the damn burst utterly and completely, hearing the liquid burst out her at speed and rush over Liam’s private’s and onto the ground where it splashed and ran over their shoes. She guessed it was soaking her leggings and knickers but she was powerless to stop even if she wanted to as her head rested on Liam’s shoulder and her bottom touched the wall behind her.
In among the whooshes and dripping she heard Liam moan and she felt thicker liquid shoot inside her; warm, inviting and ever so welcome. As she did so she felt her own body capsize and shake in an experience she’d never felt before as blood surged throughout her body and her head spun in happiness.
Fireworks exploded around them as the new year started with a bang.
If that was sexual intercourse then Jill needed it again, and again and again.
Now she knew what her gran had seen in the Irish McIvor’s.
Her gran might have walked away from them but Jill wasn’t going to no matter how jittery they made her. |
Remember the classic story The All-Day Girls by Paul Tester? I've long wanted to write a story with a similar premise, but from an outsider's perspective.
In my last year of high school, I noticed a curious trend. One day, I found a large puddle in the hallway near the girls’ bathrooms. A girl in my class, Cynthia, disappeared between classes and nobody knew where she’d gone or why. A few days later, I spotted two girls in my class furiously wiggling in their seats, quite obviously desperate to pee, but neither made any move to go to the bathroom. None of my teachers were strict about bathroom breaks, and in any event, few of the girls were shy enough not to just run off if it was an emergency. This was the twenty-first century, after all, not some Catholic girls’ school in the Victorian era. Nobody was particularly concerned about being prim and proper.
The following week, I was sitting in class when I noticed another girl, Ellie, whom I kind of knew. She was wiggling her bum around in her seat, with her hands conspicuously placed in her lap. On her desk was a half-empty bottle of water, and two other girls who were seated nearby were quietly encouraging her to hold it. I could see her thighs and buttocks straining through the fabric of her tight blue jeans, which, I will admit, was the kind of thing I was prone to noticing. I was an eighteen-year-old boy, after all. I was seated nearby and found the drama unfolding far more interesting than the exploits of Julius Caesar in Gaul, which the teacher was lecturing on. I overheard one of the girls whispering to her, “Just a few more hours, you can do it,” which was a very strange thing to say. After all, classes only lasted fifty minutes and we were halfway into the lesson.
With five minutes left of the lesson, it all came to a head. Ellie let out an audible gasp and removed her hands from her lap, placing them in front of her mouth as if to silence herself. Her eyes fell to her lap, and then I heard a loud spatter. A waterfall exploded out from under her, splattering onto the floor, with smaller rivulets trickling into her sneakers. At first, I think I was the only one who noticed what was happening, apart from the two girls who’d been encouraging her to hold it. By the time she was done peeing, the classroom had gone silent but for the dripping of her chair, and everyone was staring. Ellie shot up and ran out of the room, the two girls quickly gathering her belongings and hurrying after her. Her entire backside was stained dark blue, down to the backs of her knees, and she was trailing droplets. The urine was perfectly translucent, as if she’d been drinking a lot. I noticed the water bottle on her desk was empty. It made no sense: why would you drink more when you’re struggling not to pee yourself? Everyone in the room was talking. Nobody seemed to quite believe that what they’d seen before their eyes really happened.
Seeing the commotion five minutes before the bell, the teacher dismissed class and hurried out of the room, looking about as embarrassed as if she had been the one who wet herself. I noticed, to my embarrassment, that I was sporting an erection. I wasn’t turned on by Ellie’s accident, I told myself. It was merely a random boner, of the kind I was getting throughout my teens, although admittedly rarely in the past year. I picked up my backpack and carried it in front of my crotch, so as to hide my excitement, and ran out after Ellie. After all, she was a friend, or at least someone I knew and talked to on occasion. And, to be honest, I was starting to get seriously curious about just what the hell was going on.
I wandered the halls aimlessly, until I spotted a trail of small droplets and followed it toward the entrance to the school. I spotted Ellie by the door, just as the two girls she’d been with handed over her things and left. I caught up with her as she was about to leave.
“Ellie, I’m so sorry. What happened?” I said.
She looked at me and blushed, but didn’t seem overly upset. “I want to talk about it, but I can’t,” she said, and then she ran off, still in her soaking jeans. That was about the most intriguing thing she could have said. “I don’t want to talk about it” I could have understood. She would have been embarrassed and just wanted to get home and clean herself up. I want to talk about it, but I can’t? What the hell?
I was going to get to the bottom of this. Apart from the incidents I witnessed—the puddle in the hall, the squirming girls in class, and Ellie’s accident—I had heard several similar stories from others that I didn’t personally witness. Something strange was going on, and from Ellie’s cryptic words and strange behavior, I didn’t think it was just an epidemic of urinary tract infections.
But none of the girls wanted to talk about it, and none of the boys knew anything, although it was all anybody talked about. Luckily, I had an ally. My best friend, Alice, was literally the girl next door. We’d been friends since kindergarten. We had sleepovers where we slept in the same bed. Her parents and mine couldn’t quite believe that we weren’t dating, and we were often mistaken for a couple. One time, I even overheard her father saying to her mother, while they were in the kitchen and didn’t know I happened to be passing by, that “It just wasn’t natural” that a boy and a girl our age would be so close yet not romantically involved. He seemed more bemused than disturbed, however, and as I was passing out of earshot I heard her mother say, “See, Charles, girls and boys can be just friends.”
Well, I was going to get my money’s worth out of this friendship. One day, I was over at Alice’s place. We were supposed to be studying but ended up watching TV together on her bed. “So,” I said to her, leaning in conspiratorially, “what the hell is going on at school with all these girls holding their pee?”
Her eyes widened and she leaned away from me. “Nothing’s going on,” she said, too quickly. As if she’d rehearsed that line.
“Come on,” I said. “Something’s up and you know it. It seems like it’s something all the girls know about, but nobody’s talking.” I was about to mime myself puffing on a pipe, Sherlock Holmes style, when she sighed and leaned back.
“Okay,” she said. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, especially not any guy friends. They’d kill me if they knew I told you. Promise?”
I nodded and made my solemn promise to keep her secret. It wasn’t like we didn’t have enough secrets on each other to destroy each others’ reputations twice over.
“It’s like, a club,” Alice confided, whispering. “Where girls hold their pee. You can only join if you can hold it for twenty-four hours, and the last leg has to be at school, in front of witnesses. It’s all very hush-hush, but joining makes you really, really cool, to those who know what’s going on.”
I leaned back on a pillow. “You serious, Alice?” I couldn’t believe it. But it did make a certain amount of sense, given what I’d seen.
She nodded. “Dead serious. Promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“I already promised, remember? Don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I do,” she said. “But those girls would really destroy me if they found out I told you.”
I grinned and jabbed her in the side. “So, you a member or what?”
She giggled. “Of course not,” she said. And that was the end of it. We didn’t talk any more about it.
The next couple of weeks, I observed one or two more girls who appeared to be squirming, but nothing quite as spectacular as the previous two weeks. I assumed it was a fad, a really strange trend that was passing.
Then, one day, Alice called my just after school and told me to come over immediately. I’d just chucked my backpack when I got the call, and I rushed over fearing something serious. Had her parents died in a car accident? She was moving away? Something of that nature, something that would really shake up her entire world. Normally she’d just text and I could count on one hand the times she’d actually called me and told me I had to get over there immediately.
“What’s going on,” I said as she greeted me in the hall. “Something serious?”
She cocked an eyebrow and gave me one of her patented half-smiles, I swear, it would drive me crazy every time. “Yes and no,” she said. “No, the dog didn’t die or anything like that. Yes, it’s serious.”
“Well, what is it?” I said, kind of frustrated. She’d gotten me all worried for nothing?
“They asked me to join,” she said.
“What? Who asked you to join what?”
“The girl’s holding club.”
She led me into the living room and we sat down on the sofa. Her parents weren’t due home for another hour and a half.
“I thought that was a fad that died,” I said.
“Well, not really,” she said. “What actually happened was that everybody’s too scared to try after some very public failures. It’s more embarrassing to fail than it’s exciting to join, kind of thing. They won’t risk it. The past couple who tried really chickened out long before the endgame.”
“But they asked you to join?”
She nodded.
“Alice, this isn’t a great idea. What if you wet yourself at school like those other girls?” Secretly, mental images of her soaking wet and embarrassed came unbidden to me, and I felt something stir in my groin, but I tried my best to clamp down on it. I really didn’t want that for her.
“But what if I don’t fail?” She looked at me expectantly, eagerly.
“I thought you didn’t care about being cool,” I said.
“I don’t,” she huffed.
“Then why risk it?”
“You’re so dumb,” she said, and got up from the couch, pacing the room. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t understand. Just, go.”
My heart fluttered. I felt my hands go clammy. We hadn’t had a real fight in years, and I really didn’t want to lose my best friend over such a silly little thing. “Wait, Alice,” I said. “If it’s something you really want to do, I’ll support you.”
She sat down again and took my hand. “Thank you,” she said, and I could see her eyes were a little moist. I couldn’t quite figure out quite what was so important about this, but I knew it was important to her that I cared about what she cared about.
“So, are you going to do it?”
“I’m going to try. You’ll have to help me.”
“Help you?” I said, shaking my head. “How could I help you? Alice, I can’t plug your hole.” I physically cringed as I said it—those words were really not what I’d intended to say—but I plowed on, hoping to cover up any awkwardness. “I mean, I can’t hold your pee for you, so I don’t know that I’d be any help. Unless you want me to help you cheat somehow?”
She shook her head. “No, it has to be legit. I meant, like, be a moral support. You know, the things friends do for each other?”
I blushed. “Okay,” I said. “Tell me what the rules are, and we’ll figure out how to beat them without cheating.”
“Just wait a minute. I have to go pee right now, because it starts at four PM and goes until four the next day.”
“You mean today?”
“Yes, today!” She said, and sprang up from the sofa. It was three minutes to four.
She came back five minutes later, looking relieved. “Phew!” She said. “Close one. I hadn’t peed since this morning and that was the last chance.”
“Why does it have to be today?” I asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to, I don’t know, strategize, plan, practice beforehand?”
She sat down next to me again. “I don’t know why, either,” she said. “I only know Rosie told me I had one shot and it was today, otherwise I wouldn’t be allowed to audition. I had to respond by four today, so I texted her that I’m in while I was in the bathroom.”
“So,” I said. “The rules. As far as I can tell, it’s just you and me, so there’s nobody here to tell if you sneak off to the bathroom.”
“I wish it was that simple,” she said. “It starts at four in the afternoon, just enough time to get home from school, and goes until four the next day. She told me they’ll be observing and timing my pee at the end of those twenty-four hours, and if I don’t pee enough they’ll disqualify me. Only a truly bursting bladder qualifies. Theoretically, I could pee as much as I want to until school begins tomorrow, then they’ll be on me like hawks, but I don’t dare. They wouldn’t tell me what time they’re looking for, but obviously it’s a long one so that you don’t cheat by going to the bathroom or deliberately dehydrating.”
I shook my head. “Surely one pee before bed is fine, then you can fill up in the morning and still have plenty in the tank by four.”
“I don’t dare. Rosie didn’t make the rules, but she told me she had to audition twice because her first time, she made it twenty-four hours and they judged she didn’t pee long enough. She admitted she used your strategy, peeing before bed and trying to fill up the next day, and it didn’t work. I don’t want to do this twice.”
I shrugged. “So you’ll have to do it legit. Good luck. What now?”
Alice got up. “I’m gonna get myself a drink. I’ll try to drink slowly and steadily. Not too much or too little. I can always go for broke tomorrow if I feel like I’m not full enough, but I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Twenty-four hours is a long time to hold it even if you’re drinking normally.”
She came back with a glass of water, and we settled down to watch television. We agreed that I’d stay over that night if I could, and try to be there with her for the entire twenty-four hours. We both burst out laughing when we were channel surfing and a rerun of 24 came on.
By seven thirty, we were having dinner with her parents and Alice was on her fourth glass of water. Secretly, I thought this was a little too ambitious, but she didn’t seem too uncomfortable. We’d been in and out of each others’ houses since we were little kids, so it wasn’t unusual for me to have dinner with her parents. Alice’s dad went to work grilling me about my plans for university, which, sadly, were not particularly concrete at the time. Alice was fairly quiet during dinner, and once we’d put the dishes away we retreated to her room. I texted my parents that I was staying the night, and only received an “ok” in reply. That wasn’t anything unusual. I would stay over at hers or she at mine almost weekly. They didn’t know I was staying over to help her audition for a pee-holding cult, or whatever it was.
By nine, Alice was getting a bit antsy. She was moving her feet back and forth, and clearly no longer comfortable. “How are you holding up?” I asked.
“Definitely feeling it,” she said. “I could go for a pee right now, but of course, I can’t. I don’t think I’ll be in any danger until morning, but I’m kind of worried about tomorrow.”
“You’ll do fine,” I reassured her. For all that was worth.
We climbed into her bed a little after ten, which was early for us in those days. I stripped down to my boxers and a shirt, and she took off her shirt and pants, standing there in just her bikini-cut green panties and a matching green bra. I took a moment to admire the inverted-heart shape of her backside when she turned around. Truth be told, I don’t know why I’d never made a move. She had brown shoulder-length hair, cute freckles, and a trim, toned body—and she was my best friend. What more could a guy wish for? And I don’t think she would have minded at all. But maybe that was the problem. We were complacent in our idyllic friendship, and both too scared of what might happen to it if we tried to move it in what, to both of us, should have been a natural direction. I know I caught her staring at my chest sometimes when I undressed in front of her.
We climbed into bed together. “I can never sleep when I have to pee,” she said. “Not after, you know.” In fact, I did know exactly what she was talking about. It probably wasn’t coincidental that the girl’s holding club had targeted her. Alice had a tendency to put off going to the bathroom. This had never caught up to her, except one time. We were fifteen and she was sleeping over at my place. She woke me early in the morning, blushing, to tell me she’d wet the bed. It was soaked. I had to tell my parents, and it was quite embarrassing for both of us. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom before going to bed, but then again she seldom did. She told me it was the first and only time she’d wet the bed since she was in kindergarten, and I believe her. But I could see why she’d be nervous. Now she was deliberately holding her pee, and she was with the person who had witnessed her sole accident since she was a little girl.
“I’m just gonna, you know,” she said, and sidled up close to me, spooning. My dick decided now was the time to act, never mind instructions from upstairs, and stood at attention. It poked at her butt cheek through my boxers, and I cursed myself inwardly.
“Sorry,” I said. I’d explained to her years ago that random boners were a thing that happened to teenage boys all the time, and we’d almost convinced ourselves that errant hormones were the cause, and not Alice’s body.
“It’s okay, I can’t help it that my butt is irresistibly cute,” she whispered and giggled.
If you are now smacking your hand to your forehead at the utter ridiculousness of this situation, of neither of us doing anything about it, I won’t blame you. “It is, but I’m sorry anyway,” I said, and adjusted my position so I wasn’t poking at her backside with a spear. The erection wasn’t going anywhere, though. I put my hand over her side, and she took it and placed it on her abdomen.
“Can you feel it?” She whispered.
“What, are you pregnant?”
“No, asshole. My bladder!” It was protruding slightly, perhaps, but it wasn’t very noticeable.
“You’ll be fine.”
It took us an hour to fall asleep, but we did, close together. My last thought before I fell asleep was that this must be what having a girlfriend was like.
I woke up around six in the morning. Alice was whimpering in her sleep. Her hand had drifted in between her legs, and now her abdomen was noticeably swollen. I gently shook her shoulder to wake her.
“Ugh,” she said, and gave her crotch a squeeze. “I had one of those dreams and now I really gotta pee.”
“What kind of dream?”
“You know, I was at school and I had to pee, but all the bathrooms were locked. Eventually I found one that was free, and I sat down and began peeing, but then I realized I’d forgotten to pull down my pants! Then I woke up and I was sure I’d wet myself.”
“Well, you didn’t,” I said. Then: “Did you?”
“No.”
We laid there silently for a while, but eventually we must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew, the alarm was going off and it was seven in the morning.
Alice didn’t so much get out of bed as roll. She flicked on the light and I could now she her bladder visibly protruding from her abdomen. She stood there wearing just her underwear and crossing her legs. “I’m gonna take a shower. Do you want to shower?” She asked.
“Yeah, sure. You want to go first or should I…?”
She fixed me with a look. “No, I mean, do you want to shower with me?”
This was new. As children, we had bathed together many times, but it was all very innocent. Since we hit puberty, we had seen each other nearly nude many times, even changed in the same room with eyes carefully averted, but this was a step up. Alice had her own bathroom so it wasn’t like we couldn’t do it discreetly. Not like her parents would have minded if they knew, either. But still…
“Oh-okay,” I said, a little flustered. She blushed, seemed to consider retracting the offer, but then she nodded.
“Just gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” I said, leaping out of bed and running into the bathroom before she could spot my growing limb. I sat down on the toilet and pulled out my dick, thinking of Alice’s potty dance in her underwear. I finished in a minute, then cleaned myself up, feeling slightly dirty. But I knew I’d done what I had to do if I was going to shower with Alice and not make it awkward.
I opened up the door and she came in, having already discarded her bra. I tried not to stare at her tits. She looked at me like, “well, are you gonna get naked or what?” So I began undressing. I dropped my shirt, she dropped her panties, I dropped my boxers. We faced each other, studying the other’s nude form. “This is kind of weird,” I said.
“Don’t make it weirder by talking about it,” she said, and took my hand, leading me to the shower. I noticed she was clean shaven downstairs and self-consciously noted that my bush could use a trim. I hadn’t planned on anyone seeing it.
The shower was fit for two, but we had to stand shoulder to shoulder. She handed me a bar of soap and turned on the water. I began soaping myself up, considering offering to do it to her, thought better of it and handed it over. She applied the soap in silence. Once we were done with the actual cleaning up part of showering, we stood together under the cascade of water and she suddenly grabbed my hand. She placed it on top of her bladder and whispered, “Can you feel it now?”
I nodded. It was bulging, and she was having trouble standing still, knees occasionally beginning to buckle. She released my hand and shut off the water.
We didn’t speak of what had happened—had anything happened? But as we were toweling off and getting dressed, she shot me a smile, and I smiled back, and I knew we had both enjoyed it. Whatever it actually meant for our relationship.
We entered the kitchen together, fully dressed, and I didn’t think it was obvious that anything unusual had happened, but it must have been. We must have been practically glowing. Alice’s dad gave me a wink over his shoulder, and I blushed, trying to imagine what he must think. Oh, well. Everyone already assumed we were a couple. At least our disposition served to hide the fact that Alice couldn’t stand still, potty-dancing in place. If her dad hadn’t been busy being smug in the belief that his daughter had finally hooked up with the boy he had always considered his son-in-law in waiting, he would have surely noticed. She crossed her legs, bobbed up and down, and paced around the kitchen as she made us a coffee each.
I marveled at her composure as she drained the coffee. How she could stand to drink anything knowing how desperate she already was, and how long she had to wait was beyond me.
We got on the bus and chose a seat at the back. Alice was dressed in a light blue pair of jeans, checkered shirt under a leather jacket. I knew she’d exchanged the green panties for a pair of red ones—she’d shown me the seat of the old panties to prove she was dry. I couldn’t help but think the jeans were similar to the ones Ellie had worn when she had her accident, and those had shown off her wetting extremely obviously. That didn’t bode well for Alice. I consciously pushed the thought aside. If the morale of the moral support wavered, she’d be done for.
“I don’t think I can do this,” Alice whispered. “I’m already desperate and it’s only eight. Eight more hours!”
“Shush,” I said. “You can make it and you will make it, but you won’t if you give up mentally.”
“I don’t know,” she said, and squeezed her crotch.
“Stop it,” I said. “You’re not allowed to do that until after lunch.”
“Are you ordering me, O Master?” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m being the moral support. Besides, it makes sense. If you pull out all the stops now, you won’t have any tricks left in the bag for when you’re really desperate.”
“I don’t knooow...”
“Sshh. Tell you what. I won’t shower anymore with a girl who just gives up. I’m all about that character.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “But you’d shower with a girl who wets the bed, and maybe even her pants at school?”
“Do you wet the bed? I mean, besides that one time.”
“N-no,” she said. “Never.”
“Well, then,” I said. “Cheer up. I’ll be proud of you no matter what, whatever happens, as long as you don’t give up like a coward.”
“Thanks, coach.”
We arrived at school and were immediately greeted by Rosie and another girl I didn’t know. “Hey, Alice, ditch the boyfriend, this is girls’ business,” Rosie said.
“He’s not my boyfriend and I’m not ditching him,” Alice said, crossing her legs. “There’s nothing in the rules that says you can’t hang out with a friend, no matter their gender, now is there?”
“I suppose not,” Rosie said, grimacing. Then she leaned over and whispered something in Alice’s ear, before walking off.
“What’d she say?”
“She said, he won’t want to fuck you after you piss your pants in front of him anyways.”
“That bitch!”
Alice punched my arm. “Don’t say that, she’s my friend.”
“Sorry.”
“You’re right though, that was a bitchy thing to say. But only I get to call her a bitch.” I shrugged. Girls.
The three first lessons of the day followed a familiar pattern. Teacher drones on. Alice squirms in her seat while sipping from a bottle of water. I am too captivated by her squirming to follow the lesson. But she held on.
In the fourth lesson of the day, I tried to actually follow what the teacher was saying, despite a persistent, unwanted erection. I was so obsessively focused on not focusing on Alice that I almost missed a note being dropped on my desk. I picked it up, and it said only: “I leaked.” Shit.
“Is it bad?” I scribbled back and threw the note over to Alice while the teacher was turning a page in his book.
I looked over at Alice, who had a strained look on her face and was wiggling her bum incessantly in her seat. I saw her look down at her lap, then her shoulders seemed to relax. She threw me another note that said, “not visible.” I replied with:
KEEP CALM
AND
DON’T
PEE
She rolled her eyes at me.
After that lesson was lunch. I lingered at her desk while the other students filed out of the room. Rosie and the other girl who was acting as chaperon told Alice to meet them in the cafeteria, and then left.
Alice stood up, but immediately bent over and grabbed her crotch. “I can’t… walk,” she said. “If I take one step I’m gonna pee.” I could see her bladder now clearly protruding over the waistband of her jeans.
“I’ll carry you,” I said.
“What? That’s ridiculous. And embarrassing.”
“More embarrassing than peeing your pants?”
She sighed. “Okay. Don’t you dare fall or drop me.”
I took hold of her with one hand under her armpit and the other under the backside of her knees, and hoisted her up. Alice clasped her hands around my neck. She wasn’t by any means fat, but walking while carrying a grown woman, even if she weighs only 110 pounds, wasn’t easy.
I staggered my way out the door, and we began the walk towards the cafeteria. Alice whimpered with each step, but I didn’t feel my fingers getting wet, so I dared hope she wasn’t losing it. Not yet.
As we entered the cafeteria, me with Alice in my arms clinging to me, several guys began howling and whistling at us, and one attempted to start up a chant of “Romeo, Romeo.” Immature pricks. Thankfully nobody took up the chant, but I felt my cheeks flush hot anyway.
I set Alice down carefully next to the table where Rosie and the other girl, whose name I’d learned was Carrie Ann, were sitting.
“What’s going on, Romeo?” Rosie asked.
“She slipped and sprained her ankle,” I lied.
“Oh-kay,” Rosie said, rolling her eyes. “Here, I bought you something to drink.” She pushed a large bottle of Coke towards Alice.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Alice said. She had her hands in her crotch.
“Drink.” Rosie said.
Alice looked over to Carrie Ann with pleading eyes. Carrie just shrugged.
Alice attempted to grab the bottle, but immediately retracted her hands and buried them in her crotch again. “Give that to me,” I said and grabbed the bottle. I twisted the cap off and held it out to Alice’s mouth. Slowly, carefully, I poured the Coke into her mouth, waiting for her to swallow. Some trickled down her chin and onto her chest. Little by little, she drank, grimacing between each swallow. I heard people whispering at the tables around us and knew people were staring, but I kept going. After five minutes, the bottle was empty. I smashed it down on the table with a loud thud and looked over at Rosie, daring her to say something. She grinned.
I bought myself a sandwich and ate it. I offered to get Alice something, but she wasn’t hungry. She just sat there squirming and squeezing herself quite openly, but at least she was holding on, after a fashion.
Once the bell rang, Rosie rose and offered a salute, then she left. Other students began filing out.
“What’s up with her?” Alice asked Carrie Ann. “She isn’t usually like this.”
Carrie leaned over and whispered something in Alice’s ear. “Hang in there, girl,” she said out loud, and then she, too, left.
I looked around. We were the only students left in the cafeteria. Alice looked at me with tears in her eyes. “If I get up, I’ll pee,” she whispered. She couldn’t even begin to untangle her hands from her crotch, let alone rise from the chair.
“Try to unbutton your pants, I’ve got an idea,” I said. I didn’t wait for her to follow my instructions. Instead, I ran over and grabbed a large wad of paper towels. “Stick these down your pants,” I told her.
She looked at me like I’d gone mad and was now dancing naked while howling in the wind, but she took the paper towels and tried to stuff them down her pants.
“Okay, now you’re going to slowly release your hands, and I’m going to help you stand,” I said. Alice gritted her teeth, then released her iron grip. I took her hand and pulled her up to stand.
Her eyes went wide and she stood there looking like a deer in headlights for five seconds, maybe ten. Then she slowly looked down at her crotch. I followed her gaze, but I couldn’t see any wetness.
Alice began pulling the paper towels out of her jeans. They were absolutely soaked. Dripping, even. But nothing showed on her jeans. “What are the rules on leaks, anyways?” I asked.
“It doesn’t count if it’s not visible on your pants.”
“Good. Come on,” I said. She took my hand and hobbled out of the cafeteria, dropping the urine-stained paper towels in the thrash. We made it to the classroom just in time for the lesson to begin.
Alice’s desperation in that fifth lesson of the day was a sight to behold. Ellie’s antics just before her accident a few weeks prior was nothing compared to this. She was squirming, crossing her legs, grabbing herself, wiggling her bum, the works. At one point, the teacher even came over to her desk and asked her if she was okay. Alice managed to straighten herself with visible effort—her entire face was one big grimace—and said she was just a little chilly and thought she might be coming down with a cold, but she was fine to continue the lesson. The teacher, Mr. Salsbury, gave her a skeptical look, but let the subject drop. Rosie grinned at her. Carrie Ann leaned over and gave Alice’s shoulder a supportive squeeze.
I think if she’d had to endure two more lessons, Alice would certainly have wet herself at school. But thankfully for her, she didn’t have to. Just as the lesson was wrapping up, the fire alarm went off. Everyone got up from their seat, calmly grabbed their things and began filing out. I helped Alice stand up and she hobbled out, leaning on my shoulder for support.
We all lined up outside the school together with all the other classes. Teachers milled about. Nobody seemed to be going on, but it didn’t seem like a planned exercise. Eventually, the principal came around and announced that classes were dismissed for the day and everyone was to go home immediately. Leave your things inside if you have to, nobody is allowed inside. We later learned that somebody had called in a fake bomb threat as a stupid prank.
Rosie had a car, and offered to drive us to Alice’s place to observe the last stage of the audition. No doubt she was planning to torture Alice some more on the way. We declined and said we’d catch a bus and meet them there.
Alice could barely walk, but we somehow made it onto the bus. We tried to find a seat near the back, where Alice could squirm discreetly, but it was packed and we had to settle for a more central seat. Alice put her school bag in her lap and furiously grabbed herself under the cover.
We got out, me walking and her hobbling, and made our way to her house just as Rosie pulled in with Carrie Ann in tow.
“All right, then, let’s see how this goes,” Rosie said. We made our way inside, and Alice immediately collapsed on the couch, her legs in a pretzel shape and her hands firmly in her crotch. Carrie and Rosie settled in to observe what happened.
To this day, I don’t know how she did it, but she did. She kept holding on. The last half hour, she was crying, I was squeezing her shoulder and begging her to give in before she hurt herself, and she refused. But she held on. Finally, much to Rosie’s frustration, it was four PM and she still hadn’t peed herself. She was red-eyed from crying and looked like a pregnant corpse, all bloated belly and pale, sweaty skin, but she had held on. I helped her stand and then carried her into the bathroom. Carrie Ann helped her unbutton her jeans, since she couldn’t remove them from her crotch. I turned around respectfully as she lowered her jeans, but I could see that her panties were very wet, a dark scarlet patch of urine between her legs. She sat down on the toilet and not a second too early, as a loud, powerful stream hit the water in the bowl. Carrie stood beside me, timing the whole thing on her phone.
It seemed to go on for ages. Finally, the stream seemed to fade and die.
“101 seconds! That’s a new record,” Carrie said. I looked over and she seemed confused, but also impressed.
“You’re disqualified,” Rosie said.
“What?!” I turned around to see Alice, red-faced, exhausted and above all, pissed off.
Rosie pointed towards the panties around Alice’s ankles, which were clearly wet. “Your panties are soaked. You lost, girl.”
“Shut up,” Carrie Ann said. She seemed to have grown a spine. “Nothing showed on the pants, those are the rules.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Rosie said, and stamped out of the bathroom.
“Congratulations,” Carrie said. “You clearly have what it takes. You’re an all day girl.” They shook hands, Alice on the toilet, Carrie bending down as if in salute to a queen. A piss queen. My piss queen, even. She turned to me and whispered, “And you, you’ve witnessed something that you shouldn’t have. Don’t you dare tell anyone.” We shook hands on that, too. Carrie whispered something more in Alice’s ear, then she bid us farewell and left.
I helped Alice stand up and get out of her clothes. She flushed the toilet, then collapsed against me, nude.
“Fancy a shower?” I asked, giving her a cheeky grin.
“Soon,” she said. “I need to rest.” I helped her over to the bed, where she collapsed. She closed her eyes for a moment and I almost thought she’d fallen asleep, when she whispered, “I couldn’t help but notice...”
“What?”
“That this whole thing seemed to excite you. The little man downstairs, especially.”
I blushed. “What, no, I...”
“Come on.”
“Oh, I...”
“You were a little disappointed you didn’t get to see me piss myself,” she said, giving me a smirk.
“No, I wouldn’t want that to happen to you,” I said, truthfully.
“Maybe not, but you were a little disappointed you didn’t get to see it anyway,” she said.
“Maybe.”
“Fear not, Romeo,” she said.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry. But I’ll make it up to you.”
“What? How?”
“Bring me a glass of water.”
I had to admit to myself, much as I didn’t want to, that I had been excited by seeing her so desperate. I was actually more excited to see that than I was to see her naked afterwards.
I returned with a big glass of water to find she’d put on the green panties she’d worn the day before, the ones that made her butt so irresistibly cute. She was topless and shot me a seductive look before downing the water in one go.
We had definitely moved on from being just friends at this stage.
Half an hour later, she was squirming. “I think my bladder’s broken, I’m desperate again,” she said.
“You sure you don’t want the toilet to…?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Unless you want me to,” she said.
I shook me head.
“Oh!” She gasped, and I could see a little wet spot appear between her legs. “I’m leaking again.” She squeezed her crotch.
“Remove your hands,” I ordered her. I don’t know why, but I really wanted her to.
“I can’t,” she pleaded.
“Do it,” I said. “Please.”
She removed her hands. Now she was facing the other way, giving me a look at the slight curve of her spine, at the barely visible marks from where her bra strap had been, and of course, at that irresistible backside. She put one foot out to each side, making a kind of inverted V shape. Then a trickle of wetness spread down between her butt cheeks, before a waterfall of clear liquid cascaded onto the floor. She peed hard and so was my member, standing at attention as she finished. She didn’t pee for long, maybe fifteen seconds, but in that time she’d made a decently big puddle on the floor.
Alice turned to face me. I walked over. I put one hand on her breast, tentatively, but when she didn’t object, I let it trail downwards, ending up at her soaking panties. She put her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It was the first time we’d kissed since we were about eight or nine, when for some reason we’d been intrigued by the idea but once we did it, we both concluded it was gross and dumb and why would anyone want to put their wet eating-hole on another person’s food-chute? This kiss was nothing like that. After, we took a shower and did the thing that a man and a woman who love each other very much do together in the shower.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my best friend and I became a couple. |
Happy New Year all, in this story we take a look at the budding sexuality of Ms. Hermione Granger. We follow along as she discovers a new hobby that brings her a lot of pleasure..
Hermione's curly hair was sticking to the sweat on her forehead. Same went for her bare thighs on her stool. Bare only because she didn't want anything else to leak out of her and soak into her skirt. Giving away her predicament. See, all the students were sweating in herbology today because it was quite warm but Hermione had other reasons. She needed a wee. Badly. She had a lot of pumpkin juice at breakfast and spent her free , who would do the work for her group? Harry? Not likely. Ron? Get serious. Her usual high marks were at stake here! If she had to wet her panties in the process of getting them, so be it. Besides, that thought had suddenly became exciting. Wait, why would that excited her? Especially in...THAT way? It made no sense. She could ruin her reputation. Not that she was ever thought of as popular but there was no way she could live down something like that. Especially with the Slytherins in attendance. More excitement... "What the hell is going on here?" Hermione thought to herself, trying to keep her concentration. She was very inexperienced when it came to sexual arousal. She had masturbated a few times but never reached orgasm. Even after she learned that nifty spell in Modern Witch. But this was indeed the beginnings of sexual arousal. She was damp and not just from her dribble or the sweat. Hermione had figured that she hadn't orgasmed when experimenting because she hadn't found anything to focus on that she found "interesting". This couldn't be turning her on, right? Maybe it was the fact that instead of bouncing about as, she normally would when she had to go, she was subtly grinding herself into the stool? Yes of course that was it! "Silly girl" she thought of herself.
The grinding wasn't helping much anymore though. Her, erm, area was beginning to burn and she absolutely couldn't hold still. If Harry and Ron weren't distracted by a conversation about the upcoming quidditch match, they definitely would have noticed. Embarrassment was starting to override everything at this moment. She couldn't have an accident at her age. It was absurd! But now that she thought of it, it seemed inevitable. She would have to make it from the greenhouses, across the grounds to the castle, then to a bathroom. Hermione looked to the clock. Still 10 minutes. Impossible, she thought. She'd never make it. She had to find an alternative. Hermione was the most clever girl in her class after all.
Since she had finished the project Hermione spent those last 10 minutes thinking of ways not to piss herself in front of not only her friends and housemates but the Slytherins! Hagrid's maybe? His hut was closer, but Harry and Ron would definitely want to tag along. Leaving her with an audience once more. Excitement again? She shook that thought with 2 minutes in class, and judging from the pain in her swollen bladder, MAYBE 3 minutes of dry knickers left. Hermione had no time for such thoughts.
As the bell rang Hermione decided she would hang back and pretend to get extra help everybody knew she didn't need. Then make a run, who was she kidding at this point, a hobble to Hagrid's and hope to Merlin she made it there dry and before Harry or Ron noticed where she was headed.
Brrrng! Everyone, except Hermione began to leave. "C'mon Hermione the doors this way", Ron said sarcastically. "I've got to ask Professor Sprout a question, I'll catch up." At first she thought she was caught due to the need to cross her legs after she stood and the quiver in her voice when she spoke. But with a simultaneous shrug Harry and Ron left for the castle. Hermione could barely wait for everyone to file out the greenhouse door before burying a hand in her school skirt to hold her crotch. "Oh Merlin's beard!" She thought to her self as a short yet powerful spurt of her own making met her palm even through her underwear and skirt. She really wasn't going to make it was she?
Finally everyone was off towards the castle and Hermione made her way to Hagrid's hut. It was a long, extremely damp hobble/jog. Upon reaching, and knocking on, Hagrid's front door she was greeted with the enormous bark of Fang. The shock sent another powerful spurt into her palm, which she hand now planted directly on her panty clad crotch under her skirt. There was now a rivulet of urine centimeters from reaching her sock on her left leg. Still no Hagrid. Hermione knocked again another bark, for which she was ready for this time, but no answer. She was sweating profusely now. So she decided to ditch her school robe. Bad idea! Taking the pressure of her crotch was the final straw. Hermione was out of time. Now constantly losing short powerful bursts of pee into her underwear and down her legs, she dropped her robe and lifted her skirt. Heading for Hagrid's garden completely exposed from the waste down save for her knickers, which were from the "sexy" end of Hermione's drawer but still covered the parts they were supposed to fully. Really the only thing thing slightly risque about was that they had only a single string of hot pink elastic on each side connecting the not quite baby blue but definitely not royal blue cotton of the front and back front and back. If anybody were to look her direction they'd have seen more of teenage Hermione than anyone ever had. Not to mention her light yellow water beginning to spill down her long, naturally tan legs.
Upon reaching the garden, Hermione was in full fountain mode. It was really happening! She was wearing herself. When she felt her toes get warm she decided she better try to save her shoes a bit and squatted. Not much of a squat really. Honestly she had just stuck out her bum enough for her powerful flow, broken into about 4 streams of different size, to go straight through her panties to the dirt instead of straight down her legs. It still went down her legs but not nearly as much. Red faced and panting Hermione emptied her aching bladder. Excitement was definitely evident now. Hermione should be distraught. Her panties are soaked to the elastic in the front and more than halfway up her bum but instead of tears welling in her eyes something else was welling deep inside her.
As her flow stopped, and all that was left was multiple tendrils running down each leg with the occasional drip from her saturated undergarments, Hermione noticed one thing. She was hot, but not from the sun that was overhead. She an uncontrollable desire to touch herself. Before she succumbed though, she thought back to Modern Witch. A naughty grin formed in her lips. Tucking her skirt under her left arm, she used her right to pull out her wand. With a shaky voice Hermione said "Vibradora!" The tip of her wand became thicker and it sprang to life. Vibrating so hard she almost dropped it. She took a quick look around to make she was still alone before placing the wand between her legs. Not even bothering to insert it inside herself or underwear, Hermione held it firm and begin to slowly gyrate her hips so the practically dancing wand rubbed gently up and down her her delicate opening. It only took about 10 seconds of what could only be described as humping for Hermione to reach her first climax. It was absolute bliss! She began to shudder head to toe, her face got redder, and her panties wetter. (How was that even possible?!) At first the only sound she made was you might call a squeak as she bit her lip. Giving into the sensation though, Hermione began to moan "mmm mmm uhh ugh ohh ohhh Oh Merlin!"
"Hermione, tha' you?" It was Hagrid! "Yes,Hagrid, it's me! I'll be right there!" "Shit!" Hermione thought to herself, reverting back to her muggle vocabulary for a second. She had to think fast. The clean up spell she needed had escaped the usually infallible Hermione Granger. What could she tell Hagrid? The truth? He would definitely keep her secret. Especially if she were to shed some tears which were already on the way out of frustration over the lost spell. What's that? Excitement again? Somebody knowing what she had just done to her knickers, well one of the things she did to them, gave her more pleasure than it should have. Merlin's beard, she had to tell him now.
Having already replaced her skirt to it's rightful place, she quickly did the same to her wand and went to meet Hagrid at the front of his hut. Sniffling Hermione said "hello Hagrid." "Hermione, wha's wrong? Yes alrigh'?" "I.. I've had an accident." She responded. "Accident? Yer not hurt are ye?" Hagrid asked dropping the crossbow he'd had on his shoulder and approaching Hermione. "I'm fine Hagrid. It.. it wasn't that type of accident." Her stomach was was doing backflips. Was she really about to do this? "Whew, ye scared me, ye did! Sounded like a dementor had got ya. All that moaning. What's happened then?" It was now or never. She may never have this opportunity again.
Hermione, who had already been nervously clutching at her skirt, grabbed it by the hem and lifted it to her waist. "Hermione! The bloody hell are ye doin'?" Hagrid exclaimed, as he started to hide his face. Too late. He had seen what she had intended him to. "Oh! Oh, Hermione I see. Cover yourself. How'd this happen?" Hermione dropped her skirt and frantically said, "I drank a lot of pumpkin juice, then I studied all through break, and then I was doing all the work for Ron and Harry in herbolo-" "Easy now, easy now. I think I got the picture. But what are you doing down here?" Hagrid asked. "I knew I couldn't make it back up to the castle, but... You weren't home" she said tearfully and only half acting. "Hermione, I'm sorry but I don't know what I can do for ye now. You know I'm not supposed ter do magic, or I'd clean ye up." "It's ok Hagrid, I know the proper spells. Could.. could this be our secret though?" She asked. " O 'course" replied Hagrid. Putting his enormous finger to his lips. "Shhh" and he winked. Hermione smiled, wiped her tears, scooped up her school robe, and turned toward the castle. "Oh, and Hermione?" She turned to look at him once more. "Keep yer skirt down, eh?" Hermione giggled and went about her way. Still squelching in her shoes. Her excitement fully returning now. She was going to have a lot of fun with the flustered look on Hagrid's reddened face tonight.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed. You tell me, shall we continue with the take of Hermione's sexuality? Do dig further into what excites her? Will she fullfil her desire to be watched? Will she find more excitement in humiliating others? Or have you heard enough?
Edited January 1, 2020 by OmoJack
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(A fantasy of mine lol. I just want to indulge myself.)
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Evan haphazardly threw off his shoes while letting out a big yawn.
He was a student, with a job as an after-hours food deliverer. Yeah, not the best job for well, anyone, but they were hiring and Evan was broke. Plus, one of his friends in his computer apps class told him that it wasn't as bad as a job as most people say it is. Funny, because Evan felt the exact opposite way.
He quietly transferred his stuff from his pockets to his bed, apologizing to future Evan for creating a mess for his already tired self. He would've put it away, but he didn't exactly have the time.
Being a food deliverer comes with pros and cons, and one of the cons is that he has to smell the hot food in the back of his car at almost all times. This creates a problem, because he gets stupidly hungry during his work to the point where it's distracting. What he's found out over time, though, is that drinking water can combat this feeling. He's not exactly sure how, but it does create a different kind of distraction for him, unfortunately.
Lucky for him, though, Evan has a strong bladder and can hold it well. At least until he gets back to his dorm. Thankfully his roommate is always asleep by the time he gets back so he can squirm and grab himself all he wanted while he got ready for bed.
That's exactly what he was doing now, in fact. His grip on his dick was tight as he took his wallet, keys, and whatever else out of his pockets with his free hand. He would've been more embarrassed by this if he weren't so tired.
When he had first started using his tactic of drinking water to combat his hunger, he was so worried about holding himself next to his sleeping roommate. He's a heavy sleeper, thankfully., but he'd still always whisper his name out of fear, but of course he never responded. Now it's not even a thought that goes through his mind during his after-work routine.
"Evan?"
Shit.
He frantically released the death-grip he had on his dick. The surprise from the sudden presence in the room didn't give him time to prepare his pelvic floor to hold, and some piss dribbled out of his cock and into his briefs. He managed to get it under control, though.
"Raph!" He exclaimed, spinning around to face the direction the voice came from, "I thought you were asleep, so good evening. Er- I guess good morning?"
"Need some help there?"
Raphael had a good few inches on Evan, and seemed to tower over the other man in the confrontation.
"Nope, just emptying my pockets so that I can get ready for bed..." Evan trailed off. The smirk on Raphael's face told him that he knew otherwise.
"That involves squirming around like a five year old in need of a potty break?"
Evan's cheeks flared up a brilliant red. He knew he was caught.
"Shit, man. I just- let me explain. There's a thing with uh- being hungry. And fucking water of all things helps it- I swear I didn't mean to hold it this long I was going to take a piss right after this."
There was no response from Raph, just a weird look.
"What's with the look?"
Again, no answer. But this time the other man just took a few steps forward so he was an arm's length away from Evan. He gulped, anxiety spiking his heart rate. Was he going to get the shit beat out of him for being a sissy? What was this, middle school? But instead, in a blink of an eye, Raphael had squashed Evan in a bear hug.
"C'mon man, this isn't funny!" He exclaimed, squirming under the pressure being put on his overly full bladder, "Let go, I'm gonna piss all over you."
"Maybe that's the point, dumb ass?" Raphael pointed out, squeezing a bit tighter and eliciting a slight mewl from the smaller man.
"Wh- what do you-"
Before Evan could get out another word, he was cut off by a passionate kiss. He had to admit, he'd always thought his roommate was attractive. Raphael was a swimmer, so he was extremely fit, and his tight-cropped hair showed off his strong facial features in all the right ways. He would've never guessed in a million years that Raph would be into his reserved, nerdy self.
His heart leaped, causing him to lose control yet again. The front of his underwear quickly absorbed whatever leaked out of him, but he wasn't sure how much more it could take before it showed, or how much longer he could take.
They pulled away, and Evan's attention quickly flew back to his overfilled bladder. He'd love what was happening if it were under any other circumstance.
"Please, let go." He whined hopelessly.
"Dude, just piss yourself. I'm not letting go."
More leaks started to come out of his cock, slowly seeping through his boxers and now into his sweatpants. It wasn't long until the front of his pants were dark from his own piss.
"I said," Raph had let go of Evan for long enough to just to spin him around, and was now in a position to where he could drive the palm of his hand into the poor bladder, "Just piss yourself."
That did it. With the shock of pain came the release. Almost immediately the leaks turned into a thick stream, and it wasn't long before his pants were completely soaked through. A loud hissing noise filled the small room as rivers cascaded from his legs onto Raphael's, getting him all wet.
"That's right, let it all out." Raphael cooed in his ear, gripping the front of his sweatpants, "You dirty little thing. I've seen you hold yourself before. You thought you were being sneaky, but I caught you. It was so hot I had to come over and help you out myself."
Evan held back a moan of relief as his piss had started to create a good sized puddle beneath them. It was somewhat impressive the amount of piss he was holding inside of him.
Eventually, all good things have to come to an end, and with a quick , full-body shiver, he was faced with the embarrassment of pissing on his extremely hot roommate.
"Sorry- I- well-" He was left helplessly fumbling for words to explain himself as Raphael just listened.
"You did so well baby," Raph smiled, reaching around to tip Evan's chin up to meet him in a kiss. This time, he let himself melt into it as he basked in the feeling of releasing a full bladder.
"Let's go get you cleaned up." Evan just nodded enthusiastically, following the other into the bathroom and locking the door behind them.
He should've said no, he knew that he'd have to clean up the piss on the floor and get up for classes in the morning, but hey.
That was a problem for future Evan to deal with. |
I used to not be able to understand how some people could just disappear from this website for years and then come back saying stuff like "Oh, I was busy with school". Anyways, I'm back after not posting anything for like two years because I was busy with school. Hopefully this lasts, but no promises.
In my absence, I noticed that there are not nearly enough fictions about Three Houses, so I wrote one.
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Today, it was Hilda’s turn to clean the library. It had never been her favorite activity. In fact, every time it was her turn for it, she tried her hardest to pawn it off onto someone else. Something about spending her time cleaning off dusty shelves and organizing musty old books just wasn’t appealing to her, but nonetheless, here she was dusting off those shelves and organizing those musty old books. It was when she was on a ladder putting volumes 8 through 14 of The Grand History of Almyra back on the shelves when she felt a subtle pang in her bladder.
“Uh oh.” She thought.
“Guess I’ll have to pee soon. Wait… I can use this…”
Hilda’s plan was simple: she would wait for someone to come into the library, explain that she needs to pee, and get them to clean while she uses the bathroom. Then all she had to do was wait for a while before returning and they will have done most of the work for her. It was genius. All she had to do was wait for someone to come to the library, however, that proved to be easier said than done.
No one was coming to the library for some reason. She wasn’t watching a clock, but she felt like it had been a while since she came up with her plan, and her bladder wasn’t exactly fairing the best. She found it difficult to stand still, her legs were getting shaky, and if she wasn’t thinking about it her hand naturally began to move towards her crotch.
“Ugh… I can’t take this anymore. I can always just pretend like I need to pee anyways.”
Hilda climbed down from the ladder and began to make her way towards the door when suddenly someone walked in. It was Cyril. Hilda immediately put her plan into action.
“Hey Cyril!”
“Oh no… What do you want Hilda?”
“What do you mean ‘oh no’? I was just saying hello.”
“Every time you ‘just say hello’, I end up doing something that isn’t my job.”
“Well I’m glad that you and I are on the same page. See, it’s my turn to clean the library, but I really need to use the ladies’ room, so I was hoping that you could help clean while I’m gone.”
“Ugh… fine. It looks better when I do it anyways.”
“Thanks Cyril, you’re a big help!”
Hilda immediately left the library as fast as she could, which wasn’t really that fast as she was finding moving with a full bladder to be difficult.
“Uuuuu… I must have waited way longer than I thought I did.”
She was hobbling through the hall in a hunched over position, basically cradling her swollen bladder.
“I can’t be seen like this!” she thought as she forced herself to walk normally much to her bladder’s dismay.
The library was located on the second floor of the reception hall. There were two bathrooms in the in the reception hall. One was on the third floor. That one was out of the question, as no one but Rhea and her personal guards were allowed up there. The other was on the first floor with no restrictions. Hilda was making her way there. However, before the stairs, she noticed that a lot of people were in the audience chamber.
“Huh, there must be some kind of event going on. Well, that explains why no one was going to the library today… wait… oh no… if there’s a lot of people here then…”
When she made it downstairs, Hilda’s fears were realized. There was a sizable line in front of the bathroom. It looked like 9 or 10 people.
“Uuuuuuu… I’ll wet myself if I have to stand still that long. That bathroom is out of the question, but the next closest bathroom is the cafeteria… ugh… I guess that’ll have to do.”
Hilda turned around and began making her way to the cafeteria.
She was finding it harder and harder to keep walking like normal. It was like there were weights attached to her bladder that were pulling her down, but she was determined to power through. She made her way through the cafeteria doors while still walking normally, walked past the various people dining, made it to the bathroom, put her hand on the door and…
OUT OF ORDER
“Wuh…”
The full force of her bladder hit her as soon as she realized what that meant. She felt her panties beginning to grow warm. A single stream began making its way down her right thigh.
“aaaaahhhhh… nononononono not here not here not here!”
It took every ounce of strength she had not to double over and piss herself right there, but she managed to stop the stream.
“Come on Hilda! You’re smarter than this! Think, think, think! Uhh… okay… the next closest bathroom is in the dorms… ah but if this bathroom is closed and there’s a line at the reception hall, then there’s definitely going to be a line at the dorms… but that’s the last bathroom in the Monastery… so bathrooms are out of the question… is there somewhere private I could go? I’m not above peeing in public, but I am above people seeing me pee in public… Ah! There’s that alley behind the stables! There’s some barrels and boxes blocking the way so no one ever goes down there, but you can squeeze by if you need to… Okay… you have a plan… now you just need to get moving…”
Hilda found moving extremely difficult and walking normally was impossible. With every step she took, she could feel the wetness from her thighs rubbing together, and the wetness on her panties seemed to be teasing her lower lips.
“Come on Hilda… you’re almost there… AHH!”
She was beginning to dribble again, but this time she was so close to her goal that she chose to keep moving. The wetness on her panties expanded and a stream began running down her right thigh again, except this time it split into another stream that began to run down her left thigh. Hilda was completely wetting herself, but she kept moving. She pushed past some boxes and made it to the alley. Looking around, she confirmed that no one was in view.
“I… made it…”
As soon as that thought entered her mind, Hilda’s legs along with her bladder completely gave out.
A stream so powerful that it seemed to ignore her panties entirely began pouring out of her. Her thighs became completely soaked and she didn’t even want to think about her poor panties. Hilda was on her knees, holding herself up with her hands on the ground, so the torrent coming out of her was hitting the front of her skirt before falling to the ground, thankfully dampening the sound a little bit. Not that Hilda was thinking about that. An adverse effect of this is that the front of her skirt was getting soaked. There was puddle growing underneath her that spread from her knees all the way to her hands, and it still seemed to be growing. Hilda stayed there, peeing herself at full force for what felt like hours before the stream began to trickle down.
Hilda had never considered herself the crying type, but she felt tears flowing down her cheeks nonetheless.
“I… I… I wet myself…”
She lifted her hands from the ground and noticed that her palms and fingers were completely wet from the puddle beneath her. This left her only the back of her wrists to wipe her eyes with.
“It… it’s okay Hilda. You’re a big girl. You can take this.”
After her mental pep talk, Hilda stood up and began surveying the damages.
“Okay… the most important thing, how is my skirt doing?”
Hilda looked down at her skirt and began feeling all around it.
“Looks like it only got wet on the front, and since it’s black it doesn’t show up that well. It only shines a little in the light, so if I just go directly home without talking to anyone, I should be fine. Now… how are my panties doing… ugh… I’m scared to even look.”
Her hands shaking, Hilda lifted up the front of her skirt to show a completely soaked pair of white panties. In fact, they were so wet that she could almost see straight through them.
“Eww eww ewww! Alright, those are going straight in the trash when I get home. Now, to flee the crime scene.”
Hilda stuck her head out of the alley and looked both ways: nobody in sight.
“Thank the goddess. Most people must be at whatever’s going on in the reception hall.”
Hilda made it to her room without incident. She stripped off her panties and skirt and wiped her legs off with a towel. She then made her way to the bathhouse, and while she was soaking away her shame, one thought crossed her mind.
“I hope Cyril isn’t too mad.” |
AN: So I completely forgot I wrote this, and it appears I never posted it. And based on the title, it looks like I had more plans for it that I never got around to writing and subsequently.. forgot. Depending on the reception, I may or may not write more, but I figured I'd drop it on here for the community to enjoy. I did write this before the new policy change, but I'm pretty sure it still complies with the community guidelines, but if it doesn't please let me know and I'll take it down immediately.
Without further ado:
BANG BANG BANG. “Pleeeease hurry up!” Kylie exclaimed as she pounded on the bathroom door. “Whoever you are, PLEASE it’s an emergency!!!” Kylie was hunched against the door, one hand buried in her crotch, forcing her skirt to ride up and show off a hint of her white spankies. Kylie’s lithe and petite build was quivering in her green and white cheerleader’s uniform. “COME ON, WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG!” she whined at the door, quickly losing hope she’d make it out of this situation dry. In reality, she had only been outside the door for 2 or 3 minutes, but time was quickly running out for her.
The door suddenly sprang open without warning, startling Kylie and making her spurt into her panties. “S-sorr-sorry. I was nervous about auditions,” a petite Freshman in the same uniform said wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Kylie couldn’t care less as she bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her losing precious liquids as she fiddled with the lock. If there were witnesses, a thin rivulet could be seen trailing down her thigh. She quickly turned around, whilst bobbing and quivering, hands ready to get her out of her uniform asap. “What the FUCK!?!” Kylie exclaimed, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she added as the abhorrent smell hit her. Wrinkling her nose, she stared at the horrid sight before her. There was vomit everywhere. On the seat, on the floor around the toilet. Kylie stood there in frozen horror, still subconsciously bobbing in desperation... until another spurt woke her from her reverie. The view of the toilet was driving her crazy, and she slowly approached the disgusting throne, 3 more rivulets staining her spankies and running down both of her quivering thighs. Tears of frustration leaked down her face as she shakily got out of her panties and spankies, both of which were suitably damp. Lowering her head in shame she lifted her skirts and squatted on the floor and released an absolute torrent. To her horror the puddle started to seep out from under the door, where she heard an exclamation. She willed herself to finish quickly so she could flee the scene when BANG BANG BANG “What’s going on in there!?!”
That’s how Kylie fell out of immediate contention for captainship of the cheer team. The janitor had been furious and blamed the whole mess on her. Added to the fact that these facilities didn’t belong to the school, they threatened to never invite the school again, due to their disrespectful youth.
School hadn’t even begun, and Kylie already had a month’s detention going into her Senior Year of high school. And thus, Kylie’s Chronicles: Quest for Captainship.
A little postface now that I have your attention:
It all began a month before school was to start. All the girls trying out for the team including the handful that were vying for the top spot were required to go to a State-wide Cheer Event for a week. At the event, each team was given an area to practice and learn new routines for half a day, while the other half of the day would be for whatever the girls wanted to do. This event was set-up because the state was proud of how many high schools in the state would win the national competition. They soon set up competitions across the state that would help boost the local economies by having an influx of visitors in town with the intent to compete. A couple powerhouse programs started to thrive thanks to the increased exposure, so the state set up this event to help the teams retain their competitive edge from year to year.
Anyway, this year the West Oaktree Acorns were invited along with 11 other programs from across the state. In years past it was only ever 6 squads who got the invite, but a lawsuit from programs not receiving invites changed that quick. The downside being the facility was located on the other side of the state, so a 5-hour bus ride was required.
Kylie got out of her car her parents got her for her 16th birthday, irked that someone had taken her usual spot. Huffing to herself she popped her trunk and slung her overnight bag over her shoulder. Grabbing her Nalgene with her other hand she closed her trunk, locked her car, and set off toward where everyone was gathered.
“Everyone gather round! Gather round!” Their coach, Ms. Spoked corralled everyone to where she was standing on a table, mentally doing a head count. “Now that everyone is here, I’d like to congratulate everyone for making it through the first two rounds of cuts!” After the cheering subsided, she continued, “Now. Because we didn’t know our final numbers for this trip until last week, I had to call the bus company later than usual. So unfortunately, at least for the trip there, we will not have our customary coach bus, but a regular school bus. It should be here in 10 minutes so use the restrooms while you can, there will be no stops!” With a collective groan, the girls put their gear down and started to filter into the nearest building in search of the restrooms.
Having gone to school at West Oaktree HS for the past 3 years Kylie knew the way and followed a handful of other upperclassmen to the nearest ladies’ room. She let her friends go first because she didn’t really need to go all that much and instead looked into the mirror. Standing at 5’6” she was about an average height in the cheer squad. She liked to think she was the prettiest with her shoulder length blonde hair adorned with green ribbons and striking green eyes, but there were a lot of beautiful girls on the squad. There were certainly a few of them with better assets. Though she was glad she didn’t have to deal with back pain like her friend Izzy, she often found herself wishing her chest size was larger than a B Cup. She found herself looking over her shoulder at her ass in the mirror, quietly pleased all her hard training gave her something for guys to drool over. She had a tight-toned ass, and she wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.
“You done ogling yourself in the mirror” her fellow senior Annabelle asked, as she finished drying her hands, “The bus should be here by now, let’s go.” Kylie glanced toward the stalls and realized she must have zoned out while admiring herself in the mirror, for they were all empty. “Yea, sorry, let’s go.”
As I mentioned earlier, I don't really remember what direction I was going with this story, so I'm open to fresh ideas that fit the theme to rekindle my inspiration. Anyway, thanks for reading! |
Annie whimpered in her seat, biting her thumb as she shut her eyes. The 18-year-old student crossed her legs almost unnoticed in the back of the study hall. She glanced around. The eyes of her 3 friends were upon her. Madison, who was sitting in front of her, rolled her eyes." Are seriously desperate now? you will ruin your bladder for later." Annie shrugged and calmly uncrossed her legs, her bladder high and dry. "Just teasing you Madison. My bladder is desert status right now." Madison scoffed and turned back to face the front. Madison was always the more serious and competitive of the friend group, constantly in sports tournaments and training sessions. The fun the group was going to have later was her idea to start with. The girls had many friendly contests since they met in year 2, but never a pee holding contest.
FLASHBACK
Madison thought it was a strange idea when it came to her during a football game, it suddenly appeared along with a spike in her need to pee. Even in the cold December air, she was sweating like crazy. Two jugs of water had already disappeared into her mouth, and a third was well on the way. Every time she stopped, she placed her feet on top of each other to discreetly cross her legs. The growing pressure made her sweat with nervousness. Would she piss herself on the pitch? She began to squeeze her bladder muscles as the need to let go almost caused her to leak. Warm urine threatened to soak her black shorts in front of the whole college team, and a small part of her enjoyed it.
From the stands, her friends cheered her on. Susan and Morgan were oblivious to their friend's plight; but not Annie. Annie had loved peeing for as long as she could remember, wetting herself in the bath had become part of her routine, and she could recognise a desperate girl from a mile away. She liked to be called an omorashi enthusiast, but none of her irl friends knew that. Her free time was spent chatting, sharing pictures, and having an overall good time with fellow omo lovers on discord. A personal pride of her's was having a pinned post of her drenched pink knickers with 30 upvotes. After years of watching the wet endeavours of both girls and boys, she could pick out the telltale signs of someone needing an urgent visit to the restroom and right now, Madison was ticking all the boxes.
On the pitch, Madison cried out in jubilation as the final whistle blew. Not because her team had won 3-2, but because she could finally go pee. She bolted off the pitch like a girl on a mission because she was. Mission objective: find relief. Annie noticed Madison's urgent departure but the mass exodus of the spectators prevented her from following Madison. Madison came thundering into the changing rooms, screeching around the corner to the showers and probably removing an inch of rubber from her trainers. She froze in the middle of the room and stared at the stainless steel showerheads. One of them dripped steadily onto the floor, each drop sent shock waves through the floor, up her legs, into her urethra, and finally shaking her fragile bladder control. Slowly her left leg crossed over the right "F-f-f-fuck me" her voice was shaky and weak. Her hands made their way to the crotch of her shorts and began to press against her sensitive pussy. Madison could feel her control begin to crack, sweat dripped from her blonde hair done up in her usual ponytail.
Once again, the idea of a holding contest fluttered into her mind. Madison was sure she had the largest bladder of the group because of this experience, surely she had at least 1.8 litres inside her at the moment no one could top that. Images of Susan and Morgan sitting in wet puddles came to her, Annie standing before her and shaking in desperation; begging Madison to lose control and pee. Imaginary Madison laughed and declared she could hold for another 4 hours, this broke imaginary Annie; and a flood of urine poured from under her skirt. There was no way Madison would pee herself in front of her crush. A sudden warmth grabbed Madison and threw her back into reality. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked down. She suppressed an urge to scream as she saw yellow liquid flow through her fingers and down her legs onto her snow-white shin socks. Her pitch-black shorts were becoming a lot darker as her bladder released its contents into it at an alarming rate, Madison quickly launched herself into the nearest shower stall and slammed the door shut.
She knew it was futile to try and regain control and simply let it her bladder have its way. Her urethra pumped out golden urine through her green panties as if they were not there, streams of hot piss ran down each leg and ran into shoes. Madison's hard panting echoed across the room, but louder was the splattering of her pee on the shower room floor. "H-a-a-aaaahhhh s-sso much pee." She lifted up her yellow shirt to protect it from any pee damage, giving her a better look at her shrinking bladder bulge. The warmth in her shorts was matched by her cheeks as the flood subsided and finally finished. Madison was shaking so bad she could hardly stand, she would normally never sit clothed on the damp shower floor, but her clothes were beyond damp at the moment. Running her hands through her hair, she tried to compose herself. The puddle flowed towards to drain and out under the door, anyone walking by would see the yellow tint and notice the slight pee smell and put two and two together.
The idea of being discovered like this was too much for Madison. She ran a different route home than usual to prevent her friends from finding her, the black hoodie she would have worn was wrapped around her waist. Arriving at her apartment, she discarded every article of clothing save for her damp, cold panties. Some part of her wanted to keep them on. She slid under her comfy bedsheets with her phone and began to search on google. Why do i sorta like the feeling of wetting my pants? Within a few minutes, she was on a site called Omorashi.org and making an account faster than any other website she had ever been on. The topic she posted that described in detail the day's events grabbed the attention of another user whose identity would stun Madison.
Literally down the hall, in her apartment, she purposely bought close to her friend and secret crush, Annie was browsing her favourite site: Omorashi.org. A certain topic had grabbed her attention "Wet my shorts after football and sort of liked it." She could not believe it. It couldn't be Madison surely it couldn't. A quick read later and it confirmed it, yes it was Madison. Her crush sort of enjoyed her wetting. Also, she wet and did not go to the loo. The vivid description from Madison sent Annie's hormones into overdrive, and, within 4 minutes, she had orgasmed all over her sofa. Annie silently thanked past Annie for not using her real name for her profile so that now she could covertly speak with Madison online.
Back in her own apartment Madison browsed the seemingly endless galleries on the org. A notification suddenly appeared. Someone had messaged her directly. Another notification came quickly after, the same user had followed her. Madison adjusted herself in bed before starting to type
Annabladder456: "Hey there."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Hello."
Annabladder456: "I really liked your shorts wetting story, you were really brave to hold and keep playing."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Thank you so much it felt really good to let it go, but, I was a bit unsure of why I liked it at first."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Some of the topics on here helped me figure out why I liked it."
Annabladder456: "What was the reason?"
Madisonwantshugs23: "It felt so good to release all the pressure, and the warm pee felt so good on my legs."
Annie's heart fluttered.
Annabladder456: "That's the reason I like it as well, I personally love wetting panties and skirts."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Cool, can I see some pic if you have some?"
Annie sent a few pictures, one was the skirt that she wore to college constantly. "Shit" she whispered.
Madisonwantshugs23: "Wow your skirt's and panties are so fucking cute, that skirt in the 3rd picture looks like one my bestie wears a lot lol."
Annie was panicking and sweating profusely.
Annabladder456: "Really? sorry if that is weird for you."
Madisonwantshugs23: "It's actually a great thing."
Annie's eyes went wide.
Annabladder456: "It is?"
Madisonwantshugs23: "Yeah, she is called Annie, and I have a secret crush on her *blushing emoji*."
Annie's heart leapt out of her chest. For 4 minutes she lay on her sofa, in a love inflicted daze. Was this a dream? She slapped herself and picked up her phone.
Madisonwantshugs23: "You okay? You went quiet for a bit."
Annabladder456: "I'm fine, just went for a drink *winking emoji."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Cool, can I get your opinion on something?"
Annabladder456: "Sure"
Madisonwantshugs23: "I want to try a friendly competition with my close friends, including Annie, where we hold our pee."
Annie was not a religious person, but a god must be smiling on her at the moment.
Annabladder456: "I say go for it, but be gentle about it and don't push it hard."
Madisonwantshugs23: "I will thank so much, gtg now cya later."
Annie went to bed having cum 3 times and peed in her pants twice. She woke up having soaked her bed. All these events had happened three weeks ago, the next day Annie was at college, Madison asked her about the contest. A large scarf and her long brown hair hid her deep blush as she accepted Madison's challenge. Susan and Morgan were apparently less enthusiastic, but they agreed to do it nevertheless.
END FLASHBACK
As Madison turned back towards the front, the bell rang. Today was the final day of college until January, three weeks of nothing to do.
The four girls left the college and began the walk back to Madison's apartment. Madison had two toilets in case of emergency, so it was decided to hold the contest there. Susan and Morgan lagged behind a bit and chatted to one another, Annie quickened her pace and came alongside Madison. The 6-foot athletic Blonde turned her head slightly to hide her increasingly crimson cheeks. Annie's 5,6 form shook as she chuckled silently. "Nice view of your ponytail Madison, excited for tonight?" Madison licked her dry lips "Yeah, I'm excited, heh, more then you could know." Annie hid a knowing smile by adjusting her long free-flowing light brown hair. "I bet you are Maddie. I bet you are."
TOO BE CONTINUED.
This is the 100000000% better story made from the remains of "the omo vulture". I really enjoyed doing something not Azur Lane, but that will still be something i do.
Thanks to Lynn and M1racle on the discord for helping me with names for the girls.
Edited January 3, 2020 by Aquamin
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Madison held the door to her apartment building open for her friends, her phone clasped in her hands. As they passed; she began to compose a message to her buddy on omorashi.org. Little did she know that user Annabladder456 had just thanked her for keeping the door ajar. Annie felt her iPod vibrate as she received a notification and retrieved it from her coat pocket.
Madisonwantshugs23: "Hey, we are about to start the holding contest."
Annie quickly made sure Madison was not near her, she had run ahead to call the lift, before making a reply.
Annabladder456: "That's amazing hope you have a good time."
Madisonwantshugs23: "Thanks, I'll keep you updated on what's happening."
Annie smiled, "Oh, how innocent and oblivious you are Maddie."
Annabladder456: "I look forward to hearing the results."
The four amigos arrived at Madison's apartment shortly after. It was a pretty big place with a separate kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, that was on the third floor. The bedroom also had an en-suite toilet that would be useful in case of a pee related emergency. Morgan, the nerd of the group, sighed and shook her head "How did I let you talk me into this Madi. I'm risking peeing my jeans for a silly contest, what the fuck am I doing." Madison patted the short girl hard, causing her glasses to droop slightly "Morgan, we all know you love our contests no matter how absurd and wacky they are. It was your idea to go dipping in the sea on Christmas eve last year. You know how that ended." Annie felt something alight in her heart as she remembered that evening. Morgan had underestimated the temperature of the water and dove headfirst into the north sea, big mistake. She was still shivering next to the small campfire Susan had lit half an hour later. In an attempt to warm herself up; Morgan had emptied her bladder into her one-piece swimsuit. While the others now laughed about it, Annie remembered it as the second sexiest event of the night. The better part was catching an eyeful of Madison's B cups as she took off her bikini.
Morgan groaned as she remembered that night, the strange noise bringing Annie out of her daydream. "You win Madi I'll stay." Madison beckoned her friends in before showing them around. There was almost no carpet in the entire apartment. Apart from a small area around the bed and a rug in the living area, it was almost entirely wood and tiles. It was an omorashi fan's dream home. In the living room, a sofa flanked by two armchairs formed a crescent shape around a grey rug on the hardwood floor. In the gap between the armchairs were small coffee tables with drinks and snacks ready and waiting. A flat-screen TV faced the chairs, Netflix already on. Madison plopped herself down on the sofa, Annie followed and quickly sat next to her; leaving the armchairs for Susan and Morgan. Madison rose back to her feet and began to speak.
"So today we are going to have a contest which even I admit is a bit unusual. But hey we have done weird bullshit before, so that is nothing new. All of us here are going to drink 1.5 litres of liquid, and not go to the bathroom for a length of time lasting 2 hours. If someone cannot hold their pee any longer; they can wet themselves or go to the toilet. Is everybody okay with this?" Annie and Morgan nodded, Susan did not. She was a quiet girl and had not gone along with many of the more outlandish contests. She cracked her knuckles, a nervous reaction she did a lot, and cleared her throat. "Sorry, guys I'm just nervous about this" she squeaked in her thick Scottish accent. "I'm not really up for the idea of pissing myself in front of ya all, especially not when my fiancee is here." Susan and Morgan had been dating since high school and were often voted the cutest couple at the end of year awards. On Christmas Day, the day after the sea dipping escapade, Mogan proposed to her long-time girlfriend in front of an astonished Madison and Annie.
Morgan glided over to her lover and embraced her warmly. What sweet whispers were exchanged between the two was not heard by Madison or Annie, nor did they ask. What was certain was that Susan was staying and holding like her friends.
Madison grabbed a piece of paper and began to scribble down what each girl was wearing. "Just gonna keep a note on clothes in case i need to go and buy some specific washing powder." The statement was met with blushes and sighs from the others.
CLOTHES NOTE #1 * note: this is madison's list*
Madison: Black tank top with star wars logo.
Blue jeans shorts.
No socks.
Annie: Red plain hoodie
Large multicolour scarf (removed during the contest).
Something under the hoodie idk what.
Black knee-length skirt.
Black thigh highs.
Morgan: Yellow T-shirt with coca-cola on it.
Grey sweat pants.
White socks.
Susan: Plain green oversized T-shirt.
Blue Jeans.
No Socks.
Madison finished composing her account of everyone's clothing and put it somewhere where it would be dry should any golden floods happen. She tried to stop herself from looking too excited and started to pour everyone a 500ml glass of Dr Pepper. Annie could feel the joy radiate from Madison as she filled the final glass. Everyone grabbed a glass as Madison sat back down next to Annie. Each other's eyes met in a moment of awkward tension that seemed to last forever. Annie desperately wanted to throw her arms around Madison and kiss her passionately, to declare their love for each other and for omorashi. But it was not the right moment. "Shall we start you mordred look alike?" Annie blurted out. Madison could not help but snigger at the remark "Sure, let the holding contest begin." The girls quickly drank the Dr Pepper, and the clock began to tick.
TOO BE CONTINUED
I cannot believe the positive response to this story thanks so much. |
Madison placed the TV remote down as Blue Planet 2 began to play. Annie had brought her box set of the show, reasoning that something about the ocean would be a good watch while holding in a sea of urine. That state of desperation was still a while away for Madison and Annie. For Morgan and Susan, however, it was fast approaching. The two lovers were both not blessed with the monstrous bladder capacity of Annie and Madison. It was both an embarrassing and funny experience whenever one or both of the lesbian lovebirds had to dip into a dark corner to relieve their full bladders after a late-night date.
TIMESKIP
30 minutes had flown by since the start of the contest and Madison was at a loss at what to do. Morgan had begun to feel something in her bladder and subtly clenched her thighs together, making the feeling disappear for the moment. Susan had her ankles crossed over each and bounced slightly in her seat occasionally while trying to keep her mind of rushing sounds of water coming from the TV. Madison, like Annie, had educated herself on the telltale signs of desperation, having also done some of them herself during some experimenting she did in the weeks following her accident. She could feel something build in her loins, but it was not a need to piss. To her annoyance; Annie remained completely unphased. She stared intently at the TV, drinking in the wonders of Earth's oceans with no sign of discomfort. Her black-thigh-highs, which Madison so badly wanted to see soaked in urine, were spread wide, feet firmly placed against the oak wood floor.
Annie suddenly pipped up "I believe it is time for the next 500 millilitres ladies." Madison nodded in approval and sprinted off to the kitchen. "How do you expect me to stay dry with another 500ml inside of me? " groaned Morgan "I'm not a walking water tank if you haven't noticed." Madison returned with four 500ml spring water bottles and threw one to Morgan "Then this will help you train to become one Morgan, drink up." She grumbled at the blonde as she cracked the bottle open and cold water flowed into her mouth. Susan tentatively accepted the bottle and slowly sipped at it, the ice-cold liquid making her shiver softly. Morgan was swiftly at her fiancee's side and brought her into a warm embrace. Morgan suddenly tickled Susan gently; causing the Scottish girl to laugh and struggle. "Darling stop it, you'll make me pee myself all over you." Morgan nuzzled her lover "I think Madison would like that if I'm honest" she whispered teasingly. "In your dreams" replied Madison, secretly worrying if she had been found out "that chair is a bitch to clean." Madison handed the final spare bottle to Annie before taking her seat. She flicked the cap off and prepared to drink.
"Down the hatch" she announced, raising the bottle to her lips before she could start however something caught her attention. Annie was chugging her water at a speed that Madison did not think was possible. Even when she was sweating the 8th ocean after training, she did not empty her bottle that fast. Water drained into Annie like it was being pulled by a black hole and within seconds the bottle was nothing but an empty piece of plastic. Annie threw the bottle over her shoulder and heard it bounce off the floor. Madison stared wide-eyed at her crush "what the fuck was that display?" Annie shrugged in reply "I was just thirsty." Susan and Morgan, still wrapped up in their loving embrace, were in a state of total disbelief. If Annie could drink like that and do it so calmly, what chance did they have with their seemingly diminutive bladder capacities? Both of them knew they would not make it too the two-hour goal but resolved to hold it as long as they could.
TIMESKIP
1 hour 38 minutes had passed now passed since the beginning of the contest, and Morgan was at her bursting point. At 1 hour in Madison had given everyone the final 500ml in the form of some fresh apple juice. The colour almost perfectly matched that of the pool of pee inside her. She crushed her legs together tightly and shoved both hands into her pants, holding herself from outside was no longer enough. The embarrassment was only bearable because she knew it was the only way for her not to explode into her grey sweatpants. The effort of holding made her tremble. Her mind had blocked out everything going on around her. The TV sounded like it was a thousand miles away. She clamped her eyes shut as warm liquid filled her urethra and spilt out into her panties. Tears welled in her eyes as she realised it was too late to make a mad dash to the toilet. She was doomed to wet herself in front of her future wife. Then she woke up. "Wakey wakey sleepy head, was the documentary really that boring?" She shook her head, trying to gain her bearings. Madison's voice rung out again "Earth to Morgan, you in there?"
Morgan rubbed her eyes with her knuckles "Yeah, I'm here Madisoooonohfuckme." The last three words slammed together into gibberish as Morgan doubled over. The urgent need to pee she had in her dream was very much real.
TOO BE CONTINUED |
Morgan tried with every fibre of her being to hold in her pee for just a few more seconds. The fact she had gone commando, in anticipation of either a leak or some sexy time with Susan, caused the steady drops of urine to stain her light grey sweatpants. Madison felt her heart do a flip as she realised the seriousness of her friend's plight. Her whole body shaking slightly from excitement as she tried to process the scene unfolding before her. Susan was scrambling to her lover's side; a fist planted firmly in her crotch as she did so as her bladder was on the verge of exploding as well. Annie was mortified. She had envisioned this contest as one between her and Madison. Sure Morgan and Susan had come as well, but she was convinced that they would run off to the bathroom long before it got to this stage. Now she saw how wrong that assumption was as Morgan threw herself off her armchair and onto her knees. She scrunched up her face, hands glued to her crotch and thigh clamped tight.
Morgan felt hot tears fill her eyes as a strong spurt of pee escaped her hold, soaking straight through her sweatpants and covering her hands. She cursed herself for coming to this silly contest and for hauling Susan along for the ride. She erupted into sobbing as she wondered what Susan, the one she cherished more than any other person in the universe, must be thinking about her wetting herself like a baby. A new warmth suddenly enveloped her. Not in her pants as she thought it would be, but around her chest. Even the endless stream of tears could not conceal the loving smile of Susan. The small Glaswegian held Morgan close in a tight cuddle. "Morgan" she whispered tenderly "I love you no matter what happens."
A loud hiss filled the room as Susan began to piss herself. Her hands that were now wrapped around Morgan were the only things keeping her from losing control.
The small Scottish girl's jeans were quickly saturated, and fountains of pee erupted out of the seat of her pants. Because she was sitting on her knees, just like Morgan, the waterfalls of clear urine splattered onto her bare feet and lower jeans. She moaned softly in relief as her slightly bulging bladder shrank. Morgan was so shocked at her girlfriend's reaction that she did not notice her dam burst. Her light grey pants suddenly became about 20 shades darker as her bladder pumped out its contents. She raised a wet hand to Susan's shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips connected and stayed that way until their bladders were empty, blocking out everything that was happening save for the ever-growing warmth.
Annie and Madison watched in bewilderment as the two girls turned what would otherwise be a humiliating experience into a display of love and affection. Madison was rudely snapped out of her trance-like state when she realised the puddle would soon reach the rug that was in the middle of all the chairs. She patted Annie on the shoulder "let's not sit here like lemmings, grab the towels over the back of the chair." Annie grumbled silently as she reached over her head and grasped a large yellow towel. She had been in the middle of a lovely daydream where she replaced Susan and Morgan with her and Madison. The thought of her and Madison peeing together like that caused her vagina to become wet in a different way. Morgan and Susan barely noticed Madison and Annie throwing towels down as their streams ended. They broke their kiss and looked into each other's eyes.
"I love you so much, Morgan."
"And I love you more than you could ever know Susan."
With a final peck on the lips, both girls stood up in the warm puddle of their making. Morgan had stopped crying by this point and regained her composure as best she could. "Fuck me we peed a lot" swore Morgan. She stepped out of the puddle and felt for the first time how drenched her socks were. "Eww that feels gross" she looked down at her sweatpants and saw that hardly a spot was not turned dark grey. "There is no way I can walk home in these things or get on a bus. I specifically did not want this to happen so I brought no damn change of clothes." Madison came over to her and looked over the damage. "I can throw these in the washer if ya want Morgan, but I don't have clothes in your size."
Morgan sighed and began to pull her pants down. "Normally I would only let Susan see my vag, but I guess i don't have a choice," she said jokingly. Annie had a light bulb moment and got up from where she was mopping up pee with a towel. She had clothes that were Morgan's size in her apartment down the hallway. She offered these clothes to Morgan; who graciously accepted Morgan's offer. Despite being an offer made out of kindness; there was a catch. Morgan and Susan would stay the rest of the night in Annie's home. This left Madison alone with Annie, precisely the way Annie wanted it. Thankfully for Susan; she had brought a change of clothes with her just in case. As she disappeared into the bathroom to change, she silently hoped no one had seen her wiggling her toes in the puddle and squeezing her wet thighs together. For some reason, it felt good.
As the front door closed behind the two lovers, Madison and Annie stared at each other. The full two hours had passed. 1.5 litres had been drunk. Yet, neither girl was ready to give up. The holding contest was about to escalate.
TOO BE CONTINUED
A "Glaswegian" is someone from the city of Glasgow in Scotland. |
Two Girls lay on a bed with bursting, bulging, full to the brim, and aching bladders. Madison and Annie were at a stage you could not call desperation. Both had long since passed their normal bladder limits. 1.8 Litres of warm, steaming urine were pent up inside there stretched piss pouches. The pounding pain each girl felt would convince many people to let go even in the midst of a bustling shopping centre. The overwhelming urge to drench their respective items of clothing and Madison's bed was beaten back by a combination of holding methods and pure willpower. Both Girls were determined to hold on a bit longer than the other. It would only be for a few slight seconds, but they would still be triumphant.
"How are you feeling?" Annie's voice broke through the silence that had fallen upon the room, the banter between the two friends had died off as all their concentration was placed on holding. "I've already said this 100 times Annie like I'm about to fucking explode" replied Madison. The last two words made both girls cringe. Madison wrestled with her vivid imagination as it tortured her with flowing rivers and flushing toilets. She grit her teeth and squeezed her vagina as another wave of desperation washed over her. Annie noticed her friends predicament and decided to tease. "About to release Niagra falls Madison?" The blonde shook her head "You first, Annie." Annie tried to rise up into a sitting position, but the feeling of her bladder about to burst open forced her to abandon that idea. "You're struggling as much as me Annie, admit it." Annie sighed but smiled "We are both up the creek without a paddle." The witty response earned a groan from Madison.
Madison knew that this contest was almost over. Despite her determination to hold and her enormous bladder capacity; there were only a few minutes left before her long-held piss forced its way out of her urethra. She fought to keep back panic and tears as she realised she would have to give up. Despite all her boasting about being the best and having the largest bladder in the group, she was about to wet herself like a little girl. "Madison, are you okay?" Annie's voice no longer sounded condescending. A loving, and caring tone, one Madison had never heard from Annie in a long time, wrapped her up like a warm blanket. "Madison, are you hurt?" Madison was shaking from more than just desperation. "Yes. It hurts." Suddenly Annie saw something she never thought she would ever witness. Madison, the tough and sporty tomboy, began to sob.
"Please don't leave me, Annie, don't think less of me for this. I never should have started this stupid challenge, now you are gonna see me piss myself." Madison's words struck Annie's heart like a freight train. "Madison you're my best friend, I'm not going to leave you. Please end this if it hurts you, I don't think any less of you." "Yes, you will" sobbed Madison "I'm a freak who enjoys this." Madison hid her face in the pillow as she cried. She felt the bed shift as Annie got off the bed. "You're not a freak Madison. No friend would abandon you for what you like." The darkness of the pillow was replaced by Annie's beautiful smile as Madison was lifted up bridal style. Her sobbing calmed slightly as she gazed into Annie's pearl green eyes. "Especially a friend who loves the same."
Madison's crotch exploded with piss. The blue denim was turned to a deep black as hot urine thundered through it. The "Niagara falls" description from Annie earlier did not do Madison's torrent justice. The Pacific Ocean, Atlantic, and every other ocean were pouring out of Madison's urethra. A deafening hiss quickly filled the room only for it to drowned out by the loud splattering of pee falling onto the wooden floor. Madison's eyes went wide, the pleasure was unbelievable, the warmth amazing. She could hardly make any sounds, the intense feelings froze her in place. Annie leaned in close to her face, the heat in her cheeks was almost as intense as that in her crotch, "I know everything." She tilted Madison slightly so that the rivers of urine ran down her legs. The splashing of pee made Annie's whispers almost imperceptible. The tight, blue denim shorts worn by Madison stuck to her thighs and panties as pee soaked and resoaked them. Going commando did Madison no favours as there was nothing to help soak up the immense volumes of piss before it hit her shorts. "I am Annabladder on the site. I am another omorashi lover." Annie positioned the stunned form of Madison so that she was standing up, although she would fall if Annie let go. Annie felt the familiar feeling of warm liquid hit the top of her already soaked thigh highs and decided it was time. Pushing herself as close as possible to Madison, she took a deep breath and leaned in for a kiss.
The next minute and a half were a blur. An impossibly large amount of pee left Madison's swollen bladder. Years worth of built-up tension and love between Madison and Annie finally reached its climax as both girls melted into each other as they kissed. Madison could only put up a weak effort as Annie's tongue invaded her mouth. Both almost passed out from the lack of air by the time they broke their kiss. Both girls were absolutely soaked through. Madison's shorts had turned almost completely black from the original dark blue shade. Annie, who had held Madison at chest height, had a wet patch stretching from her boobs to the bottom of her skirt. She wiggled her toes inside her now warm thigh highs and shivered in delight. Madison panted heavily as she calmed down from her desperation and love-filled high. "Feel better Madison?" asked Annie in the same loving tone. "A lot better, Annie." Madison felt a kiss on her cheek. "I'm glad you do Madison. I meant everything I said, you know. I like omorashi, and I love you."
Madison collapsed back onto the bed "This must be a dream. This can't be real." Annie giggled "If it was a dream darling; then it would be a very good dream. Rest now Madison we will figure everything out later." A final kiss on the forehead sent Madison on her way to some of the best sleep she had ever had. While still in wet clothes, she drifted off to sleep. The sweet medley of a thick stream of urine and a loud moan emanating from the bathroom as Annie relieved herself was like a lullaby as she drifted off.
FINISH
I am so sorry for taking a while to update this story, i had a few days where my creative spirit was dead. I really enjoyed writing my first original story and will be continuing the endeavours of Annie and Madison in the future. Thank you all so much for the positive response. Ciao for now. |
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