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That night ended with another sexual dream.
There we were, alone in the classroom, Mr. Hardy wearing his too tight jeans, undone, and a tank top that showed off his incredibly sexy abs, and me wearing practically the same thing. Except that my tight tank top hugged my breasts just right. I was sitting on the floor crying, papers scattered out all around my feet, crumpled and damp. Mr. Hardy was standing there towering over me, with more papers, all marked across the top with my grade. "You get a D." And he let one flutter to the floor. "You get a D." He repeated, and dropped another down. "You get a D."
"Please, Mr Hardy" I kept begging. I couldn't make myself say anything else. I just kept begging.
Finally he sighs. "You're not understanding me. I guess I'll have to show you another way."
Mr. Hardy bent down, took my hands and helped me up. "Here's your D. Now give me that oral report you owe me."
Suddenly, the way dreams change so quickly, Mr. Hardy's jeans were pulled down, and I was looking down at his big, hard dick. I was no longer crying, no longer begging for something other than what he wanted to give me all along. I wanted that D.
Sometimes in real life you don't know how to do something, but somehow, in a dream you can do it perfectly, as if you knew it all along. In real life I had never given a blow job, but there in the dream, I knew exactly what I was doing, and I did it well. I knew because it was Mr. Hardy who was begging "please," this time, groaning with pleasure. I knew it because in dreams you just know stuff like that. This went on for what seemed like a long time. His hands tangled up in my hair, guiding my rhythm, my arms wrapped around his legs, my hands gripping his ass.
Mr. Hardy came just as the bell rang and the dream ended.
I laid there in bed with my eyes closed, my heavy breathing from my dream followed me to the real world. I imagined every detail of that dream, hoping desperately for two things. One, that I won't forget how to give a blow job so good like I did in my dream, and two, that I the real life Mr. Hardy will make my dream come true.
When my pounding heart steadied I climbed out of bed, and started my morning routine. It used to be just a quick shower, fix my hair, dress in jeans and whatever t shirt or hoodie was on top of the pile, and grab my books and go. It wasn't anymore. Every morning I wake up with my secret lover on my mind, butterflies in my stomach, and a smile on my face that's hard to hide and even harder to explain.
This morning, imagining that Mr. Hardy was there watching, talking to him inside my imagination, I slowly pushed the blankets off. First uncovering my chest. The straps of my tank top had fallen off of my shoulders making it look like I had been sleeping without a top. I gave my shoulders a little shake, *you like what you see?* I pushed the blankets farther down. *Ah, dam,* he says sadly. My shirt was still on, clinging low enough to revealing just enough of my breasts to be a tease. I sat up, letting the blankets pool around my waist. I put a hand on one of my tits, feeling my hard nipple. *It's cold in here* I raised my eyebrows and gave a seductive smile. Still imagining he was there, I continued teasing. I grabbed the edge of my blankets and lifted them. I peeked underneath them. *Nope you can't see* I said to him, and dropped the balnkets again. I slid sideways and poked my bare feet out, stretching my long, sexy legs inch by inch. *Come here babe and have a little sample.* The imaginary Mr. Hardy was there on his knees in front of me, stroking my legs, my own hands traveling up and up my thighs, sliding the covers off of me. *You like my panties? They're your favorite color*
I stood up and walked towards the bathroom, shaking my ass as I went. The imaginary Mr. Hardy reached out to my panties, as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down to reveal my sexy ass. They dropped to the floor. The imaginary Mr. Hardy was close behind me now as I put my hands on my stomach, under my shirt, traveling upwards, cupping my tits. *I love these* he said, and my top was lifted over my head and tossed away. I turned around, *come with me and you can touch my whole body*
In the shower, wet and hot and naked, my hands explored every inch on my body, imagining that it was my secret lover there, stroking me, kissing me. I spent most of the time in the shower rubbing between my legs, pressing hard, grinding, fingering myself with one hand and fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples with the other. With my eyes closed, I could picture him, imagining slick suds on my hands washing his chest, his stomach, around to his tight little ass, the between his legs. My soft soapy hands making him hard.
I took one deep breath, shaking away the fantasy, stopping myself before I came. I rinsed away the soap, the images, the imaginary Mr. Hardy. I wanted the real Mr. Hardy to be the next person to give me that pleasure. I was determined to make it happen, soon. I craved it like a drug. I remembered his smooth voice, standing there outside the coffee shop, telling me he wanted to go farther, that he wanted to be the one to take me all the way. Me telling him I couldn't wait.
He had my stomach in knots, my head spinning. I was high with every touch, every moment of eye contact, all the kissing and groping in the dim corner of the coffee shop. He knew so well that it all left me craving so much more. "I need you, I want you," I would whisper. "Soon baby, I promise." and how he looked deeply into my eyes told me he meant it. But what he also meant to do was tease me so badly, just to make my stomach flutter and my cheeks blush. But then again I was doing the same thing to him. I began wearing tighter jeans, shirts that showed off my breasts, walking just a bit more seductive, giving him *come get me* looks. I was teasing him just as badly. We shared so many little moments, little sly looks, it was almost enough of a thrill just as it was. Almost. Soon the need for sexual release between Mr. Hardy and me would be too strong to resist.
The coffee shop. Our secret hideout. That's where we finally took the next step closer. We had been there many times, Mr. Hardy with his hands up my shirt, down my pants, taking me so close to the edge. Me with my hand stroking him under the table until just before he comes, then teasing him again, kissing, many long talks of sexual fantasies. All so amazing, all so sensual. I wouldn't have changed a thing about us. Then it did change.
Mr. Hardy stood up and took my hand in his. "Come with me." I laughed, thinking of what else that could mean besides just to follow him. He grinned, reading my mind. I followed. I would always follow him. "I love you so much." I said, with another small laugh, the way you do when your best friend does something so cute that you just want them to know how cute they are being. Then I blushed, stuttered, and looked down shyly. "I meant..." He stopped, turned to me, and looked deeply into my eyes, held my gaze for a few moments. Then he leaned even closer, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered, "You are in love with me, aren't you."
I shivered, from the warmth of his breath, the closeness, the intimate moment. I also shivered because I was scared. I had been afraid to admit that, afraid it would break the spell, afraid it would chase him away. Sure there was plenty of lust, plenty of passion, but love? It caught me by surprise. My heart was pounding, my breath was speeding up. I blushed again and nodded, looking at the floor again.
He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face so I was looking back into his eyes again. "Tell me. Say it."
It came out as a whisper, "I love you."
The kiss that he gave me, there in the shadows, me pinned against the wall in the far corner of the coffee shop, felt differently. There was more passion, more tongue, more need. Something did change when I admitted how I really felt. It was like one of the last thing layers between us fell away.
When the kiss ended, he put his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking it softly. "I love you too." He paused while I tried to catch my breath, to steady my weak, shaking knees. "Now come with me, and show me what happened in your dream."
I still couldn't breathe, couldn't walk. I put my arm around his waist, and he held me close. I could only nod and let Mr. Hardy guide me to somewhere where we could be completely alone. My brain was officially more scrambled than it has ever been when he and I were intimate together. It was the best, most deepest feeling of lust, desire, and excitement he has ever given me. I was nervous, but it was some kind of amazing nervous that I've never felt before.
Mr. Hardy let go of me, I pouted and poked out me bottom lip. "You're so adorable, baby. In here." He held open the door marked Employees Only, and put his hand on my ass and then squeezed as I stepped inside. He stepped in after me and brushed past me, touching my breast as he walked past. He sat on the edge of a desk and winked as he tilted his head. "Lock the door and come here."
Of course, lock the door, I thought. Obviously. My hands were shaking. My fingers struggled with the doorknob lock as I tried to twist it the wrong way. The deadbolt rattled as I tried to slide it into place. It seemed like five minutes went by before we were safely locked in, completely alone. I closed my yes, turned around and leaned my back against the door. My body wanted to collapse to the floor. This was one of the biggest moments, everything was shaking, my mind was pulsing with that blankness that excited nervousness gives you.
I took a deep breath. "It's real." I whispered and smiled a sly smile.
"It's real" he repeated. That private joke put me back into focus.
I opened my eyes.
There he was, his pants open, his hard dick out. Ready and waiting for me.
Another gasp escaped from me. Oh my god, I mouthed. He smiled as he read my lips.
I moved toward him, slow enough so he wouldn't notice that I was still quivering. I put my hands on his knees and looked up at him. For a few moments my mind was racing and my thoughts were getting tangled. Until I took a deep breath and let myself fall deep into his eyes.
Neither of us spoke. Mr. Hardy let go of my cheeks and took hold of my wrists, guided them slowly up his thighs. I began doing what I was for sure I knew how.
I took his dick in one hand and began stroking, barely squeezing, just enough to keep it hard. My other hand traveled lower, foundling, running my fingers over the skin there, exploring for the first time. To him it was as if I was teasing him, but inside I was afraid I wouldn't know what to do after all.
He knew. He knew because we'd spent so much intimate time together, knew because he was a psych professor, and knew because I had told him. Mr. Hardy placed his hands on the back of my head and gently guided my head down.
As soon as my lips touched the tip some kind of instinct kicked in. I opened my mouth, grazing the head with my lips. He arched his back with with pleasure as my tongue and lips made their way up and down, licking, giving him soft little kisses down one side and up the other. I could sense an urgency building, a need that he wanted fulfilled. He curled his fingers, tugging on my hair, his hips thrust forward, speaking to me without words, 'more'. I nibbled my way back up. As soon as my mouth was open, he thrust his hips forward, both hands shoving at the back of my head. I tightened my lips and curled my tongue around his dick. For a split second I panicked, I forgot everything I thought I knew about giving head. In that same moment he jerked his hips forward, harder this time, and shoved it as far in as he could get it. My throat closed up, my teeth nearly clamped shut. I jerked my head backwards, and glanced up to see this huge smirk on his face. If my mouth wasn't full I would have called him an asshole for choking me on purpose. After that, he let me suck it, lick it up and down. I let go of my grip on his thighs and gripped the shaft of his dick while my lips and tongue caressed the head.
Mr. Hardy already had a voice that I found sexy, but his little moans of pleasure were even hotter. It made me enjoy this even more, gave me a hunger deep inside. I wanted all of him inside my mouth, I needed it. So I let my hands drop. This time I was ready for it. This time I didn't choke on it. My throat was already aching, but I didn't care.
Mr. Hardy's breathing got heavier. His fingers pulled my hair even harder. ''Swallow it all like a good girl." He said. And when he came into my mouth, it was like nothing I had ever imagined. It was intense, powerful. Strange. But a good kind of strange. Amazingly strange. Not a lot of words could describe how it feels to give a blow job for the first time. |
DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic sexual content. I'm not sure exactly how to rate a story like this, but if you're not a fan of a little "alone time" between 2 people, this might not be to your taste.
Before the story starts I need to say how this was written. Me and another user "Aquarius" did a role play a while ago and ended up writing this as we went along. I just thought it would be fun to convert it into a story.
We did not role play with the intent of writing this. It was just for fun. Hopefully it comes out okay, if it doesn't... oh well at least I had fun writing it! I'm not trying to create a masterpiece, I'm just doing this for fun. My grammar is pretty bad too, long story short I never really learned grammar all that well.
We also don't really know anything about Animal Crossing, so really nothing here makes sense to the actual games. So yeah.... sorry to all the people that enjoy the games, I tried to change a few things to make it more realistic but it still doesn't feel right. Again... sorry. We made up a lot here for the fun of the role play...
Also, this isn't the whole thing. I could maybe write more, but it'll be even more far off.
Anyway here it goes, thank you if read all that junk above.
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It was quite late, late enough for most villagers to be asleep by now. The night was peaceful and quiet, well... not all of it. There's this nice karaoke club around the edge of town. The more fun villagers thoroughly enjoy being there...
Digby had just walked in, got himself a mug of cider, and found nice small table somewhat near the stage. His shift as a gatekeeper just ended, so naturally he was slightly tired, yet still excited. Putting his feet up on the table, he started to drink his cider.
But Digby isn't really much of singer... so why was he there you may ask?
The door opened to reveal his reason...
"Hey Digby!"
It was Roise, the kind, cheerful, peppy little cat we all know and love. Especially Digby, he's been eyeing that pretty one for awhile, watching that girl do anything made him very happy, not to mention... a little aroused...
"Eyyy, Rosie, good to see you! Are you here t-"
Just then Rosie threw the can of soda she was drinking into a bin. "Yep! Yes! I'm here to sing baby!" she said with an enormous grin on her face. "Woooo! I just had like... uhhh 5 ...or 6 sodas? Whatever, the point is I'm flipping ready!" She was obviously buzzing with hyper energy.
"Calm down there hotshot, you need to save that energy for the stage!"
"Ahhh it doesn't matter, a-anyway, I need to go sign up!" Rosie started walking to the sign up book, still smiling and full of excitement. Digby used the opportunity to stare at her some more. As she walked away, he got a good look at that rear. He thought to himself "Wow, just... wow... that girl has got some curves... I wonder if tonight is when I finally talk to her some more... well... I should take things slow for now...but who knows what could happen?"
Just then, he started to feel some bloating in his lower abdomen. That cider had already started making it's way down to his bladder. Also, it's been awhile since he last used the restroom, that shift was a bit to long to find time for bathroom break anyway.
"Should I just head into the bathroom really quickly..." he was pretty comfortable in his seat, and didn't really feel like getting up "pffft, I can hold it..." he thought to himself.
10 minuets went by, people came and went on and off the stage doing their very best to sing. But Digby didn't care to much for them, he just wanted to see Rosie. To cancel out his boredom he continued to nearly finish his cider. However the discomfort in his bladder was starting to get distracting, every minute it got noticeably worse. "Hmpf, I think I need to head into the little boys room now..."
"Next up, Rosie!"
"Ahhh gosh darn-it! I guess I could at least wait until the song is over..." he was a little annoyed, but at least he finally gets to see her sing. He wasn't about to miss any bit of her song just because he needs to go! Rosie happily made her way up to stage. "Yeah! Go Get em' tiger!" he said trying to compliment her.
"Hi! Hi everyone!"
Digby smiled at her trying to be polite and hide his need. "Okay, this is fine... I just need to hold it for a bit..."
Then she announced what song she'll be singing
"Darn-it! That stupidly long song?! Ugh this is gonna be painful..." he kept thinking.
And just like that, she started singing, unfortunately her beautiful voice wasn't enough to distract him. He took his feet off of the tabletop crossed them over each other. While he did really like her singing it still wasn't enough to make that smile on his face real.
Only a minuet in and Digby is already starting to squirm. His belt was pushing on his bladder bulge, in a desperate attempt to relive some stress, he tried to undo it. "Come on, Come on!" he thought while fumbling with his belt. But then Rosie looked directly at him, and gave him a strange look, almost like discomfort...
Then it hit him... there's a girl on the stage and he's just sitting there fumbling with his personal area. "Oh no... Oh no! She thinks I'm a creep now!" Instantly, his hands shot up to the table. "This is bad... did I just blow my chances?!"
Anyway... her look of discomfort became more intense. All the sudden her hands went to her thighs, it kind of looked like part of the dance, and it actually distracted Digby's need for a moment. "That's a strange dance... is she trying to be seductive? No no, gosh I might just actually be a creep, but still, something is off with her..."
But of course the need came back "Just. Finish. The. Song..." For some reason he was determined to keep it in for now.
In what felt like forever later, the song ended, and Digby could already feel the relief...
He stood up and started cheering, and clapping, saying "Wooo, t-that was great Rosie!" She did a bow on the edge of the stage, but her smile looked sort of... faked. Digby took notice, but didn't care right now.
Bladder full of pee, he speed walked over the men's room, doing his best not to grasp his junk. "Gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!" Running past everyone he quickly darted in the bathroom. At least it was empty... "Oh thank goodness..." he said as he approached a urinal and was already undoing his belt and zipper. Then he stood in front of it, spread his legs a little, stuck it out, then...
pssssssssssssssss
"Ahhhhh finally.... goodness gracious I'm going to be here for a bit" he said waiting for his bladder to drain.
But then he heard a sound from the doorway, someone else is coming in apparently... no big deal... expect when he turned his head to see who it was, it was Rosie! And boy it looked like she had to pee pretty badly...
Digby felt a little embarrassed, but mostly confused. With a confused voice he said "Ummmm Rosie, this is the boy's-"
"I NEED to peeeee!"
Since there wasn't really any toilets, she ran up the urinal next to Digby. "Uhhhh, R-Rosie?" She reached under skirt and dropped her panties straight to the floor.
"Woah... ummm Rosie what a-" Then she lifted her dress a tiny bit and got her waist above the bottom portion of the urinal. Still managing to keep everything below her hips covered.
"This can't be real..." he thought "It just can't be..."
psssssssssssssssssss
"Holy cow...."
Rosie instantly looked relieved, and Digby was absolutely lost for words.
"Rosie, what... what on earth..." the panties on the floor was distracting him the most.
Finally she looked up and said "The ummmm, girl's bathroom was closed... and I... I really needed to go..."
"Huh, I can see that..." at last he managed to empty his whole bladder.
"Yeah, s-sorry I didn't want to be r-rude but I just couldn't... I mean I was really about to pee myself. I-I'm so sorry" she said kind of embarrassed.
(The omorashi ends here if you want to stop reading, the rest is just the romantic bit. Sorry I couldn't drag this part out any longer)
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"No it's okay, I get it..." He wasn't concerned about that, but the current state of her was just so... kinky. So much so that it actually made him a little "stiffer" down there.
Rosie finished emptying herself, and looked over at Digby's package. Only a quick gasp could be heard as her face turned quite pink and looked away, she looked very shocked.
Digby looked down and realized the issue. "Ahh!" he said scarred out his mind as he quickly put everything with his pants back together. Oh, and of course he was blushing too.
"So the... the girl's bathroom... it's broken, or closed right!? Right? that's pretty funny hahaha! W-w-what a horrible time to do something like that huh?!" he said trying to play it cool.
"Uhhh, y-yes, it was indeed!" She said as she quickly pulled up her panties
The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Digby was desperately trying to think of something to say.... looking down he saw some pee got on her ankles. "Uhh I-I think you got a little ummm something on you legs there" Looking down she confirmed what he said was true.
"Oh! Well that's not good!" she said also trying to find some way to change the topic off of what just happened. But then Digby got an idea, it was daring for sure. But he really wanted to ask it. He looked super nervous at the time, pondering if what he wants to say is what he actually should say.
"Are you okay Di-" "If you want you could come to my house and use my bathtub to clean up!" he blurted out loudly.
"S-sure, if it's not to much to ask..."
"Oh really... cool then! I mean great, whatever! Let's get going haha!"
"Right..." she said trying to smile.
They started walking together out of the bathroom, and eventually out of the karaoke club. It was clear that they both felt awckward over what just happened. Digby felt defeated, as if he blew his chances forever.
The walk back was quite quiet and awkward. They only talked about there houses and such, and how Digby is no longer living with Isabelle, so basically nothing happened...
But finally they got to his house. "Okay so, the bathroom in down the hall at the end, help yourself!" "Thanks again for this. I promise I won't be long!"
She then headed straight for the bathroom. Once out of sight Digby leaned against a wall and buried his face in his paws "Ohhhhhh man... what am I doing? What's wrong with me... I just had to look... I just had to look!" he said angrily. "(sigh) well at least I could let her clean herself up, it's the least I can do... (sigh) yeah... she's just bathing there probably thinking about... about... wait." At that point he thought of something. "She's bathing... so that means...no I shouldn't! Well..." he looked down the hallway and noticed the door wasn't fully closed. "J-just a peak..."
As he walked down the hallway he couldn't help but think "Am I really about to do this?" but alas there he was, about to look though the ajar door. Slowly he put his head into the opening.
And he had never seen such a beautiful sight...
Rosie wasn't even in the tub yet, she was just getting in, and Digby saw literally everything... in full view. His breathing pace increased, and his hands trembled a bit...
Rosie then fully submerged herself in the water, just relaxing in the water.
Then Digby got an even dirtier thought. "What if I just..." he started to undo his belt. "Just real quick, she won't even know... oh my... that body... those breasts..." Rosie sat back and let herself soak in the tub, Digby was doing his best to stay quiet, but it was kind of difficult with all the breathing. But then as Rosie sat back more in the tub, the view became more obstructed, and Digby's view was nearly blocked.
"Mmmm come on..." he whispered while fumbling in his pants. "I just need a better angle...", so he got up on the very tips of his paws in hopes to get a better view of that chest. "Almost there... almost..."
Well... in his mind that was a good idea, because in practice it very much wasn't. Because balance on the tip of one's feet isn't always the best...
And just like that, he lost his balance, and fell front first into the bathroom...
"Ahhh!" he screamed absolutely mortified of what just happened. After falling on the floor, his first reaction is look up at Rosie... and to his surprize she actually giving off a goofy smile.
"Woah! D-Digby! uhhh d-did you fall over or something?!" she tried to say more, but was to shocked to say much more.
Digby instantly got up back on 2 legs. "NO it's not what it looks like!" he explained keeping his pants up with his paws. "I j-ust uuhhhh fell over! a-and the door... it uh wasn't even closed at all!" Rosie sat there, continuing to look at him with a goofy yet excited smile. "S-sorry! I'm so sorry!" Embarrassed as ever, he made his way to the door.
But Rosie didn't want him to leave just yet. "Digby! be honest... where you trying to look at me?!" she asked looking strangely excited.
He looked away in embarrassment. "M-maybe I saw some things on the way down! I mean it was only..." Rosie kept giving the silly smile, he knew that she knew what was going on. "(sigh) yes... I was trying to catch a sneak peak of you... I'm so sorry" he shamefully confessed as he headed towards the door.
"But did you like it?"
"Wh.... what?!"
"But did you like it!? Do you really enjoy the way I look?!"
"Okay, you got me... alright?!"
"Wanna see more!?"
"I'm jus- ... hold on, pardon?!"
Rosie gave of a naughty smile. "I wouldn't mind showing you more... maybe even some access..."
"You're... what?! you mean..." Rosie gave a slight yet rapid nod, blushing more by the second.
"Just let me finish up this bath quickly... "
"Ugh, ummmm" he was to flustered to make out any words.
All of it was there, his greatest dream just came true. all he has to do is go along with it. So he just took a deep breath and said softly and smugly "I'll be waiting in the living room..." and then he let his pants drop straight to the floor, reveling his underwear. "See ya there darling..." he explained as he walked out of the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face.
In the hallway he striped himself of everything and simply dropped his clothes down on the floor. Then, he started to lay himself down on the couch, making sure to be on his side and show off his rather "excited" private bits. "Okay everything looks great... oh this is going to be good" anticipation fueled his body as he waited for Rosie.
Minuets later, foot steps could be heard in the hallway. And then Rosie finally got a look of him. Her face said it all, long story short, she liked what she saw.
"Rosie..." he said in a suave and soft voice "I was thinking, sending a poor lady like you home for the night would be so rude of me. So how about you stay the night? My treat..."
"(Gasp) I'd love that... y-yes I'd very much appreciate that...
"No problem, but how about you bring that figure over here and... start showing me some appreciation?" he requested with a devilish smile.
"Oh! okay! hehe, w-would you like a feel of me?" She began walking towards the couch before sitting right in front of his hips.
"We could start that way..." Digby sat up next to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Beautiful... just beautiful..." he said making his hands down her back and around her breasts.
It actually made her let out a small moan "Mmmm, you're a hefty lover I see..."
"Hefty? Perhaps..." he said squeezing slightly tighter. "I'd prefer...smooth".
His hands then went down her back and onto her rear "I like the shape, it's very, very well shaped"
"Glad you're fond of it, it feels so nice when you-" her whole body kind of shook for a moment "-move your hands over it..."
"Excellent, but do you know what would feel better?" Digby sneaked his paws around her thighs and in between her legs. By the looks of it, Rosie was absolutely loving it.
"I think I found soooomthiiiiing..." he said nearly laughing. Rosie had no idea what to do with all this emotion. She even started panting a little. Then out of no where she looked at Digby's junk and grasped a handful of it. "Woah haha, couldn't keep your hands off huh?!" Her gaze went upwards to his eyes...
"I wanted a quick feel too.." she confessed with the most magical smile on her face while stunned by the feeling of his parts
They starred into each others eyes for a moment, but then out of nowhere... they threw each other into their embraces. Their lips met in the middle
"MMMMMmm... mmmmm..." was the only audible sound from their mouths as they squeezed each other tight from around their backs. After only a minuet of that, Digby decided it was time to get started...
He pushed her back onto the couch and hovered over her, and she didn't resist one bit. He managed to get his mouth off for a bit, because for what he's about to do, let's just say the dog needs some air...
Rosie felt it, then she felt it again, and again, and again. It was the feeling on penetration from Digby. The constant thrusting was enough to make Rosie respond vocally.
"Ahhhh, that was f-fast! Oh wow, w-wow! Please don't stop!"
"Trust me...(panting) I won't anytime soon...". All Rosie could do was lay there and take it, of course she found nothing wrong with her current position though...
Digby had the wise idea to lean in and whisper into her ear. "(panting) n-now I know why the nickname is pussy-cat..."
"Haa, you like it don't you! C-come on then, I want you inside this pussy-cat as much as possible!"
"Oh you're a dirty one aren't ya?! Well, ahhh, as you command..."
His pace and depth drastically increased, she was actually moving back and fourth now with every thrust. "Y-Yes perfect! J-just like that!" In response to his change she poked her head up and kiss him right on the lips again for just a moment.
They kept going at it for a while... hugging, kissing, moaning until eventually Rosie felt it building up inside her, to the point of a finale. "Ahhh, don't stop! I'm about... to... ohhhh! Ahhh!" Digby could feel her paws on his side really squeeze tight for moment, this of course made Digby very close as well.
Amazingly enough, her climax caused a chain reaction. Which in turn made Digby do the same.
So for a moment, it was tense, very tense... they grabbed each other tightly and his pace only increased.
"Ahhhh AHHH!" could have been heard from outside the house...
But then, everything became still... there was nothing. just peace and quiet. Digby fell right on top of Rosie, and then kind of positioned himself next to her. They couldn't stop panting, at last they had achieved sweet relief, but more importantly, they have each other....
"Woah" said Digby in a tired yet surprised tone, "That was great..." by the look on his face you could tell he was still in shock. But Rosie seemed a bit more relaxed about what just happened
Rosie just smiled blankly at the ceiling. "I love you... " she muttered while cuddling up with Digby.
"I love you too..." he couldn't believe anything that happened tonight, and those words completed everything. "I think we should get some sleep now..."
"Yep... I could use that right about now..."
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Aaaaaaand finito! At last it's complete!
Sorry if it wasn't as good as I thought it would be! I kinda just followed the role play and ended up with this. Again, this was never made to be shared in the form of a story.
But anyways that took WAY longer than I thought to write! I wouldn't even care if not a single person liked this, I'm proud of it anyway!
Now I kinda want to write more of this stuff! But maybe next time I'll actually come up with something by myself for once lol! Heck I could use the extra practice...
But of course I saved the most important thing for last! Thank you Aquraisus for doing a damn good job playing Rosie! |
I guess I’m average
I wake up every morning go to school
I go walk home most days
I don’t have the best looks but I’m not out of shape
Just an average girl
I wake up on a cold morning Its November so it’s around 30 degrees or so and i was colder than usual i looked at the clock to see that it was nearly 2 in the morning anyways i sat up and felt the urge to pee i barely awake stumble to the bathroom and do the usual thing till i got a strange feeling
I snapped awake and glared at the screaming alarm clock 6:00 it showed i heeded its call and sat up under the heavy covers
For some reason it was oddly humid under there. despite this i stood up and took a glance in the mirror only to see something wrong that being a massive wet splotch between my legs and i proceeded to take another look to see a bit more than a stain on my rear i squeezed my legs together feeling the mess.
And for the final time i woke up my hand immediately shot to my crotch that was luckily dry i scattered out of bed and threw everything together and rushed to the bus
She was at it again the local bitch venessa it is a bitch name[no offense to anyone reading] And she lived up to it but currently she was enjoying extorting todays boyfriend
she managed to break almost every rule the dress code in most part but the teachers didn’t care she was “such a nice girl” and “the perfect student” they only saw one side of her the side that sucked up to them
Nonetheless the bell rang and i rushed to class only to find the teacher had just left caring not for his students so I decided to go to the gym not for a class or anything just to throw a ball
i stepped into the closet only for the door to slam shut and it seemed that i was venessa’s next target I would have tried to reason if not for the swift kick To the chest i stumbled back falling against a shelf knocking the unstable thing apart it collapsed it fell into peaces on top of me She said something about yesterday’s Boyfriend but i wasn’t really paying any most in part to three things first the incredible amount of pain i was in second my sight fading to black and lastly the hot piss dribbling into my panties then it all went black
I woke up in a blinding white room as my vision faded back in a was in a hospital bed a nurse looked over and asked “are you feeling all right”
“yeah just a little sore what happened”
“Oh a shelf fell on Your waist and tore up a few bones and some muscles but nothing we haven’t already fixed”
“ oh...okay then”
“Don’t mind the arm and leg restraints they are only a precaution to make sure the bones set properly”
I hadn’t noticed but my legs were held tightly apart the same with my arms
And i tried to settle down and get comfortable but it was difficult the pillows were worn out and hospital gown was soft but way to short
“Hey whats with the outfit” i demanded
“Your old clothes were...stained”
“And don’t worry its only a precaution”
“What is” i said trying to crane my neck
The nurse held up a mirror showing my a bulky yellowish diaper with a brownish stain
“A precaution that needs to be changed” she said and opened a cabinet pulling out another similar diaper...but wait why was that one pure white does this mean i shit myself i squirmed only to find a sizable mass smooshed against my ass, as i squirmed i felt the mass of shit grow nor did i have any control of it
I felt the nurse wipe clean my privates i would like to say i hated it but that would be lying
Anyway I was sent home a day later With some... protection
nonetheless i got home and decided it was time for sleep, despite it only being 8 PM i took off the diaper immediately and went to sleep.
I had a dream a tornado or something anyways i woke up and...
/To be continued/
I sat up to the sound of my blaring alarm,i felt the warmth of the bed drawing me back to sleep but despite it i began rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I heard a knock at my rooms door I wandered over to the door and flush it open, it was my mom “oh well i was going to say that you don’t need to go to school this week but it seems you aren’t to keen to wearing the protection i asked the people at the hospital to give you” she said in an run on sentence “but i will be punishing you for making me do all this laundry” she said pointing at the bed and between my legs,and then i realized what that warmth was as the insides of my thighs were soaked but i didn’t have any time to think about it,
My Mom shoved me onto the dry side of my bed and peeled my pants off and swiftly cleaned my privates off then she walked out of the room for a second and returned holding a large bag she reached in and grabbed a box of diapers pulled out two and some weird looking panties along with what looked like a thick pad.
She expertly put put both on me with that pad between my legs she said something about it being a booster pad but i wasn’t really paying attention then she slipped on those plastic panties then put one more thing on top a pink diaper cover that Held everything in place and she put a lock on it! Why would she do that it’s like she wants me to wet myself!
“This is your punishment i will change you every morning and night” and she left the house for work soon after.
After a bit i left my room none of my clothes fit over the massive thickness of the diapers and i wasn’t going out not in this so i began to prepare breakfast.
An hour pasted and i sat around being ashamed mostly anyways i felt the need to use the bathroom arise but didn’t really care i was busy with an online game
Soon it was around two o clock and i really started needed to use the bathroom as i stood up i heard a loud knock at the door along with yelling “hey its jen i have something for ya” jen was one of my best friends i just hoped she would go away if i didn’t respond but then i remembered she had a spare key just as the door unlocked i dived under a blanket on the couch as she walked in “i know your home” she yelled as she strut into the living room jen was considered extremely pretty and was know for being unnecessary flirty and had a pretty major kinky side and she was known for one other thing...having huge fucking boobs. she was wearing a simple black top and a normal skirt “oh there ya are” jen said “ i got out of school early to come see you” “hey why are ya hiding under that blanket” “dont look!” I yelled “I’m uh naked” wrong choice of words this wouldn’t be too off she was into this kinda thing and I indulged her too often
She hopped on the couch and reached up under the blanket and i felt her hand gently touching my neck as she felt her way down gently stroking my Brests and caressing my stomach and suddenly her hand jolted off me and her eyes widened “are you wearing a diaper” she whispered with her eyes wide i dropped the blanket bushing violently
Jen looked for a moment...then shrugged “eh i don’t really care” “though that is kinda kinky” she said before walking off “Im going to use the toilet” she said walking off after a minute she came rushing back “uhh why are the bathroom doors locked” she stammered “they are?” I said the pain in my bowls growing worse she rushed for the door but when she tried the knob it jammed she started panicking about then she sat down on the couch her legs clenched tightly and i was about the same
She looked at me and said
“are there any other bathrooms” jen asked
“No i responded
“Are you Sure” she asked repeatedly
“Can you STOP!” I yelled
Jen stood up her legs still clinched together “i didn’t want to piss my panties in front of you!” She said raising her voice “at least your wearing a diaper!”
Those were the wrong words “I WOULD PREFER TO SHIT MY PANTIES THEN HAVE TO WEAR A DIAPER” i snapped and then proceeded to break down into a puddle of tears letting loose in my diaper filling it up with an absurd amount of shit so much so that it bulged out then spread out flat against my ass. I heard a trickle and looked up to see jen on her knees crying as her piss spilled onto the tile floor soaking her skirt shoes and socks in the warm yellow liquid as tears spilled down her face I walked over and dropped to my knees splashing into her urine i leaned in and hugged her. We hugged for a minute until she started to pull away...but she leaned in and kissed me on the lips and i returned for a few minutes it was perfect.
We mopped the floor and she had a quick shower after throwing her clothes in the wash she put on some of my panties but almost immediately after putting them on she wet herself “hey i can’t control it!” She said so i found that bag in my room and pulled a pull-up out of it i tossed it to her and left the room i cleaned my legs off and turned on the wash having almost forgotten about the shit im my diaper
As i sat back down on the couch suddenly i heard jen say “like what you see” and i saw her wear the pull-up other wise naked posing sexily at the end of the hall and i stared as the pull-up grew yellow she looked down surprised as i was
/to be continued/
*// author’s note anything you would like too see its my first time writing a story of this gerne so please tell me what I did wrong or right anyways its about time to change my own diaper so goodbye for now//* |
The setting: GUN Headquarters' Auditorium.
The cameras were up, recording the stage live across the country. The auditorium was filled with GUN soldiers and invited guests. On the stage, Commander Towers stood at the podium, his voice loud and clear.
In the audience, sitting at the very front, Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles, Shadow, and Rouge sat. Today, GUN was honoring a hero, but it wasn't Sonic. No, today, Shadow would be getting a Medal of Honor. The black and red hedgehog had risked his very life to bring a war hero home, back to his wife and kids after a nameless international terrorist had kidnapped him for ransom. The hedgehog and his charge had barely escaped after finding out that the terrorist was a suicide bomber, meant to take out GUN's best agent. The man had pressed the button on his bomb the moment Shadow had shown up, giving him barely 5 milliseconds to grab the kidnapped man and get out. The bomb had exploded and collapsed the whole building before he could get out the door, but the blast luckily pushed them out further away from the falling debris. They were a bit scorched and bruised, but they were alive.
The war hero family man had been so grateful, that he told Commander Towers that the hedgehog should get a Medal of Honor, and that's just what was happening. Tonight was Shadow's night, and his acception and thank you speech was being recorded live.
The only problem was, Shadow wasn't ready to go up on stage. And the reason for that was because of an unfortunately full bladder.
Going on 13 hours now without a bathroom break, the black and red hedgehog was having trouble holding it. He sat next to Sonic, discreetly squirming in his metal chair, rubbing his knees together. He wished he could just quickly run to the bathroom and come back, but that would draw too much attention. Plus, the door was being guarded, and he didn't feel like explaining himself.
"Aren't you excited, Shadow?" Sonic turned to his rival excitedly. "Your first Medal of Honor!"
"Um... yeah... really excited." Shadow stuttered out, his mind more focused on not wetting himself than on what Sonic was saying. He felt a small leak come out, causing him to discreetly cross his legs and place one hand firmly between them. He hoped he could hold on until the ceremony was over.
Sonic looked at Shadow curiously, tilting his head to the side. "You ok, Shads? You seem kinda tense."
Shadow's eye twitched when he felt a bigger leak come out, causing him to grip his crotch more tightly, stopping the flow. He was sure there was a small puddle on the chair now. "I'm fine." He lied.
"You're not getting stage fright, are you?" Sonic teased, poking him in his side close to his slightly bulging bladder.
Shadow squeaked as another leak came out and he smacked Sonic's hand away. "No, Faker. I'm not getting stage fright."
"Geez, what's the matter with you?" Sonic frowned.
"Nothing hedgehog, now be quiet."
Before Sonic could make another remark, Commander Towers spoke up. "And now, I would like to call up GUN's best special agent, Shadow the Hedgehog, to the stage."
Shadow gulped and shakily got up from his chair, walking up to the stage steps, paying attention to his boss like nothing was wrong. Sonic frowned. Shadow looked way too tense.
"Blue, what's wrong with Shadow?" Rouge asked Sonic. She was sitting two seats away from him, with Tails in between him and her.
"I don't know." Sonic answered back, shrugging helplessly.
"Maybe it's just stage fright." Tails offered.
"I already asked him that, and he said he's not getting stage fright." Sonic shrugged. "Course, he may be lying." The blue hedgehog then looked at Shadow's seat, and his ears popped up, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of a few droplets of yellow urine on the chair. He looked back at Shadow, standing attentively in front of the Commander as he accepted his Medal of Honor, his legs squeezed together tightly and his leg fur slightly wet. "Oh no."
"Agent Shadow, for your bravery and selfless act of heroism, I am honored to present you with this Medal of Honor." Commander Towers announced proudly, laying the medal over the hedgehog's shoulders.
"Thank you sir, I will wear this with honor." Shadow nodded. Please don't say I need to do a speech. Please don't say I need to do a speech. Please don't say I need to do a speech.
"And now, as with all ceremonies of honor, Agent Shadow the Hedgehog will give us a speech."
Dammit!
As Commander Towers joined the audience, Shadow gulped and shakily went up to the podium, reaching into his quills and pulling out his flash cards he had written for this speech. He stepped onto the stool so that he could see over the podium and direct the audience properly. He got his flash cards together nervously, his legs shaking with the effort of holding in all his urine that continued to build. He looked at his audience, every single one of them staring at him, and even more staring at him through their tv screens at home. He took a nervous gulp, looked at his cards, and began his speech.
"He looks so nervous." Amy commented, looking at Sonic. "Are you sure it's not stage fright."
"It's not stage fright." Sonic shook his head, staring at Shadow closely with concerned eyes, hoping, praying for him to get through this without wetting himself.
The black and red hedgehog read through his flash cards nervously, his hold on his bladder getting weaker and weaker by the second. He started squirming and wiggling his hips, rubbing his legs together as drops of liquid continued to fall between his legs, dripping onto the floor with a silent splash. He started stuttering his words, forcing him to go back and reread the sentence all over again. Every few sentences, he would pause to bite his lip and gain control again. He was losing the battle fast.
Five minutes in, he was bouncing on his heels and rushing through his speech to get it over with so that he could run to the bathroom and relieve himself before he lost control completely. At this point, it was obvious to everyone that something was wrong.
"Agent Shadow, do you need a break?" Commander Towers asked the hedgehog quietly.
Shadow didn't hear him and continued his speech, his voice starting to falter. At last, his whole body shivered and he stopped talking all together, squeezing his eyes shut and hanging his head with his ears pinned to his skull. He couldn't hold it anymore.
The audience was silent as the loud sound of liquid hitting the floor resonated against the walls of the auditorium. Shadow dropped his flash cards and put his hands over his crotch, trying to stop the flow, but it was futile. His entire face turned red and he looked up at the audience, opening his eyes to reveal tears gathering at the brims as the urine continued to fall to the floor through his hands in front of his friends, coworkers, and boss.
Everyone was in shock.
Shadow the Hedgehog, GUN's best special agent, hero of the night, and guest of honor, was wetting himself on live television.
"Tails, help me get the curtains!" Sonic gasped, quickly standing up and rushing to the stage, he and Tails working together quickly to close the curtains and hide Shadow from view.
As soon as the curtains closed and he could no longer see the audience or the cameras, Shadow gave up his pride and started bawling, continuing to pee himself. He couldn't believe how much he was actually holding.
"Oh Shadow." Sonic cooed sympathetically as after another minute, the stream finally died down and left Shadow standing in an abnormally large puddle of urine. The blue hedgehog went over to the crying one and wrapped his arms over his shoulders in a comforting hug, petting his quills back. "It's ok. It's ok. Accidents happen buddy. It's not your fault."
"No. It's not ok." Shadow whimpered as the others finally made it onto the stage behind the curtains, with Rouge holding a large towel. "They caught that on camera! That was live! Everybody at home saw that! I'm gonna be the laughing stock of M-M-Möbiu-u-u-us!" As he said that, he started crying all over again. His friends all looked at him in pity as Rouge came up and tied the towel around the hedgehog's waist, hiding the wet legs.
"Shh. Shh. It's ok. It's gonna be ok." Sonic assured, wrapping an arm over his shoulders and gently guiding him away from the podium and backstage towards the exit. "Let's just get you home and get you cleaned up. Everything will be ok."
Shadow whimpered but didn't say another word as he allowed Sonic to guide him out the back door, with everyone else following close behind. As they got closer to the X-Tornado, a voice behind them called out and stopped them.
"Agent Shadow." It was Commander Towers.
"If you're coming to scold him, you can turn around and come back the way you came!" Knuckles growled protectively.
"Nonsense, I didn't come to scold." Towers shook his head. "I simply came to talk."
Shadow hung his head in shame, his ears pinned to his skull as he took the Medal of Honor off. "My apologies, Commander. I did not mean to create such a scene. It is disgraceful to an agent of my standards. I do not deserve this medal, sir. I am no hero if I cannot even control my own bladder."
Commander Towers smiled warmly and took the medal, placing it back over the red and black hedgehog's shoulders. Shadow was shocked. "But... why?"
"Anyone who thinks honor is more important than pride is worthy of this medallion." Towers explained. "Besides, your not the only agent in this company who has wet themselves."
"I... I'm not?"
"No, of course not. You'd be surprised by how many of my agents risked their bladders for their jobs."
Shadow blushed, looking away sheepishly. He felt a little better knowing that.
"Now go home and get cleaned up." Commander Towers ordered. "Come back in about a week and I promise you this will be all blown over."
Shadow nodded. "Thank you, sir."
As Commander Towers went back inside, Shadow's friends looked at him.
"Don't worry Shadow. Everything will be ok." Sonic said, wiping the tears away from the ebony's cheeks.
"But what about everybody else?" Shadow whimpered. "All the people that saw that on their televisions? Will they forget so easily?"
"Maybe, maybe not hun, but you shouldn't have to worry." Rouge said.
"Yeah, because you have us by your side." Tails nodded.
"And if anyone wants to cause any trouble for you over this, I'll pound them into the dirt." Knuckles promised.
"Ditto on that." Amy agreed.
"But... But why would you stick up for me?" Shadow was confused.
"Because like it or not Shadow, we're your friends, and that's what friends do, no matter what." Sonic explained. "We stick up for each other. We're there for each other. We comfort each other, through thick and thin." The blue hedgehog gently hugged him, quickly being joined by everybody else. "We're here for you, buddy."
Surrounded by his friends in a warm group hug, Shadow slowly smiled and purred, nuzzling into every one of them. "Thank you guys."
The End |
Preface:
I’m pretty much writing this for my own enjoyment, really. I just want a fiction that ticks all my fetish boxes, which so far are rare on this forum as well as stories repositories. If you like the same things I do, hope you enjoy this story as well; and if you know of a similar fiction, please tell me!
I might write more chapters for this story as well, if I have the time and the ideas. For now, enjoy the first chapter of a possible 3 chapters long series!
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Cindy has just finished her first college semester in the States. She’s an Asian foreign student, a cute, slim 5’8” girl with jet black long hair, currently living on her own in Chicago; her family isn’t the stereotypical crazy rich Asians, so all she can afford to stay at is a tiny apartment, shared with other students. For a while, Cindy has been craving for some privacy, specifically, to carry out her omorashi fetish. She loves, just like many other girls, to dress herself up in cute outfits, but only to soil it with pee. She loves that warmth of hot pee soaked clothing, especially in the cold winter of Chicago.
Fed up with the winter, she wants an escape to somewhere warm, at least for a few weeks. Luckily, she has for herself her own car, and a driving license; and that means the whole America is open for her. And the first thought in Cindy’s mind was the warm beaches of Florida. She has been planning for this trip for a few weeks now: a slow road trip across the country, with nice scenery along the way, warm weather, warm sun… and warm pee. Yes, she finally has some private moment for herself, to satisfy her burning omorashi desire, far away from the dingy apartment and roommates. Just her alone, in the car, on empty highways, and clothes full of pee.
Ever since in high school back in her home country, back when she had her own room and her parents often not at home for the weekends, she loved to play her little game called “sticky clothes”. That means, she would put on a nice outfit, and it would stay on for a day; no article removed for any reason. Yes, that includes using the toilet, for the duration. Well, maybe some exception: in case of urgent needs to go outside, or taking a poop, since she isn’t a fan of smelly, dirty poop stuck on her clothes.
Now, Cindy has the perfect setup for her game, and it’s not limited to a day at most. She can stretch the game out for as long as she enjoys. Cindy already feels the sexual fire burning in her at the anticipation of the game. The last day before the trip starts, after packing all her summer clothes for the destination, Cindy has to choose her ‘sticky’ outfit for the three-day road trip. And for nostalgia sake, she went for the school uniform that she had packed from home: white long sleeved blouse, a blue and white striped tie, and knee length navy blue pencil skirt. Honestly, she packed it pretty much for the purpose of playing out her fetish dreams far from home. Putting it on, Cindy remembers of the times when she held her pee on purpose in school, and secretly wetting her skirt on the way home; she feels like peeing in her skirt right there and then, but knows better to save it for the trip. But with the freezing cold weather right now, that uniform alone isn’t exactly enough. Cindy paired it with her tight lycra shorts, underneath a pair of black tights; for footwear, she decided on some above ankle nylon socks, and her black flats that she wore to high school. A prim and proper outfit, not going to attract much attention on the road, at the same time makes her look like the cute high school self that she missed.
Day 1
Cindy put on her "sticky" outfit at 6AM, knowing that this outfit is not coming off for the next three days fills her with excitement. She has already taken a dump before putting it on, so she wouldn’t have to remove it too soon, even just for a little while. Loading her bags into the trunk of her car, Cindy is ready for the road trip.
Joining the still hectic traffic, Cindy slowly makes her way to the I-94. The first hour of the drive goes fine, save for the traffic; at least she doesn’t have her bladder distracting her. Soon enough, she left the city center, and starts driving through the suburb.
It wasn’t long before she started feeling the slight tingle of her bladder. That’s when Cindy realized, she has forgotten breakfast over the excitement of the trip. She stopped at the nearest gas station, to first get herself a full tank before entering the I-65 highway, and to get something for the road.
Cindy grabbed for herself a sandwich, a few small bags of chips, topped with a large iced coffee from the convenience store. She feels good knowing that people aren’t looking at her with strange eyes, they aren’t recognizing her outfit as a school uniform; she looks like a prim and proper businesswoman. Cindy paid for the food and got back to her car, not before she pounded the entire coffee in one go at the gas pump.
An hour later, she has already got past the suburbs, and now entering the empty highway. She’s not in a hurry, she’s cruising slowly on the road, watching the empty fields and enjoying the fresh countryside air through the opened windows. The coffee made its way fast through her system, and is now pouring into her bladder. Cindy again isn’t worrying much, she has enough supplies to stay in the car till afternoon. Her bladder is now at a good 6/10, normally this would be when she goes to the washroom, but now for the next few days, the washroom would be her uniform. She gives her clit a quick rub in excitement at that thought.
Cindy continues the drive for three hours, passing through rest stops and towns along the way. Her bladder seems to pang every time she sighted a rest stop, asking for a relief. Those little pangs, normally would make someone nervous, only gets her more excited. But soon, though her bladder is full, her stomach is empty again, and Cindy has to stop to get more food.
She pulls into a rest stop in the middle of nowhere, and goes for the only McDonalds’ there. The moment she steps off her car into a pothole, she loses her balance, and right then a little spurt of pee escaped her urethra. Cindy feels a tiny coin size wet spot in her lycra undershorts, but quickly she resumes as normal, knowing that it’s fully covered by her tights and skirt. Walking into the McDonalds, she feels her bladder aching for relief with every step, but Cindy continues to walk straight, not fearing any leak.
A few people inside the McDonalds’ gave her a stare; maybe they can tell she’s holding a tank full of pee under that uniform, but maybe they’re just wondering at the cute Asian girl in her formal looking attire. Getting herself a meal with large drink, Cindy left the restaurant quickly and back into her car.
Suddenly her bladder gives a sharp spurt, maybe at the feel of the large Coke sloshing in her hand. Some pee came out, this time more that before. Cindy climbs into the car, but hitting the same pothole as before, and once again almost stumbled into her seat; her strained bladder couldn’t stand it, and gives out another spurt of urine. Luckily no one was around to see that. Cindy checks her thighs after getting seated, and it was more urine than she thought; it was already streaking past her knees, and sprayed some tiny dots onto her navy blue skirt. But it wouldn’t be visible unless she looks for it, her clothing was dark anyway.
Cindy continues driving off in the noon sun, not caring about her bladder. She feels the rush of excitement every time she goes over a speed bump or even a pothole, as her bladder spurts more and more urine out. She simply doesn’t care, paying too much attention on her meal and the road. Her bladder is protesting against more fluid going into the stomach, but Cindy keeps taking large sips of the Coke. It’s demonstrating it’s protest by squeezing out even more urine.
With the meal done, Cindy stops on the road side for a little, just to give a check on her outfit. By now, the back of her skirt was entirely soaked, clinging to her butts as she stands up; the front of it is having a few wet spots as well. Streaks of pee flow down her black tights, glistening in the sun, into her socks and flats. The car seat is also moist with pee; Cindy kind of forgot to plan for the car seat, but then she realized it was about time to get it washed anyway, she will give it a thorough clean when she’s home.
Cindy now realizes that driving with a full bladder as distraction might be a bit dangerous, so she considered whether to just pee on the road side there before continues driving. She decided to do so after a quick mental coin flip. Sticking to her rules, nothing comes off even when she takes a piss, Cindy squats down behind the car’s door, and released her bladder through the back of her skirt. Old memories rushes back of her forcing pee through her clothes; having done this for long, Cindy doesn’t hesitate to pee through the tight under clothing and her skirt. She stands up, feeling pee dripping down her skirt, hitting the heels of her shoes.
A few hours later in the car, it’s good to say that her wet skirt isn’t obvious anymore. The pee has spread from her butt up to sides of her thighs, and even a little bit up her white blouse, and instead of a full dark patch, it’s now just damp. Her shoes and socks didn’t take much damage save the minor drippings, but her tights was damp all the way down past her knees. “Feels just like back home”, she thought, and gives herself another quick rub through her sopping wet crotch.
By now, it’s already 4pm, and her bladder has filled up again, not to bursting point but is full enough for a constant urge. Cindy was driving through a small town when she realized that, and can’t really get out of the car to pee like before. Instead of waiting till she gets out of town, she decides that she could just go right there, in the car. She soon hits a red light, and realizes it’s the perfect time. With an effortless push, her urethra releases a 10 second stream of pee into her skirt. This time round, the front of her skirt gets soaked as well, as more pee flows down her already damp tights, and some into her flats. It was so cathartic, peeing herself in the middle of traffic, not worrying about people she knows questioning her wet skirt.
Her bladder wasn’t fully voided, but the light turned green, and Cindy continues driving. An hour later, a bit past 5pm, she is at the edge of Louisville, Kentucky. Cindy figures this is where she would stop for the night, and exits off the highway into the town.
By now Cindy is already tired of driving all day long, so she looked up on Google Maps for a hotel to stay the night. She finds a cheap but not too shabby one not too far from where she’s at, and made her way there. Parking in the hotel’s lot, she stepped outside in the dusk, and examined her uniform. Her skirt was soaked thoroughly with pee, yet it wasn’t dripping wet, or glistening, it has semi dried up enough. The skirt is now completely in a darker shade, not a single dry spot left. Now walking, she could feel her tights being the same, damp and sticking to her legs, all the way from the waist to her feet. Her white blouse, tucked in the skirt all day long, is also damp up to her breast, and her tie is similarly wet.
Cindy walks confidently into the hotel, and asks for a cheap single room for the night. No one pays her much attention, exactly what she likes; they can’t tell that she’s wearing a pee soaked school uniform. Maybe someone picks up on the smell, but they wouldn’t think it’s coming from the nicely dressed woman in business-looking attire and tie like Cindy.
She checked into the room, and wondered what to do next. She was already too tired to do anything, and just wanted some rest. The AC was getting her wet legs cold, so she had to turn it up a little. That’s when Cindy realizes the pee smell is getting stronger and stronger in the room. Maybe it’s a good time to wash up.
She goes for the shower in the hotel room. By force of habit, she was about to strip her tie off, but then she remembers that no item is coming off. She tightened up her tie again, and turned on the hot shower. She hasn’t realized till the water hits her clothes how sticky her pee soaked clothes has been. The hotel was kind enough to give her shampoo and body wash, and so Cindy lathered it over her outfit. She took extra care to wash under her skirt, and her feet, she doesn’t want a foot infection after all.
After some vigorous clothed scrubbing, Cindy emerges from the shower, sopping wet, yet feeling clean. Just as a little spontaneous ritual, she releases a little pee into her wet tights and skirt, feeling extra naughty. She skips the night time pee, and drifts off to sleep, in her wet uniform and a half filled bladder. |
This is the first omorashi story I'm sharing here. As my username suggests, it involves a gorgeous woman doing a poo in her skirt - and a wee, too.
Tara Iskan looked in the bathroom mirror and stroked her flowing black hair. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She was dressed the part, too, in her favourite pleated blue skirt. She and her boyfriend Garin made such an elegant couple - and they would make such a good impression on his business colleagues when they arrived at his formal event that evening! She trembled in excitement at the thought of impressing everyone there - though it was a little vain to say so, she was sure that she would be the hottest woman there, and Garin most likely the hottest man, too.
There was just one issue. She hadn't done a poo in a couple of days, and while she had felt fine setting off, by the time they got to the rest area she was feeling a little uncomfortable. When she had gone to the toilets, though, they were in such a disgusting state that she couldn't bring herself to use them. Painful as it would be, she would just have to hold it until she got there, and then avail herself of the much more sanitary facilities.
She strode out of the toilets to meet her boyfriend.
"How were the toilets?" he asked. "The men's were really gross."
"Oh, horrible," she said. "I couldn't bear to use them."
"So you're going to set off without having used the toilet?" he asked. "Are you sure you can hold it?"
Tara laughed. "Are you implying that I'm going to have an accident? I'm 24 years old. Don't be ridiculous."
"Well, not necessarily," he said. "But every woman has her limit, and there could be bad traffic thanks to the flooding."
"I'm not going to have an accident," she said. "I'm not a little baby."
"My mother once ended up wetting her skirt on a road trip, and she was 36," said Garin. "But if you're sure you can hold it, come on."
"Yes, I'm sure I can hold it," she said, impatiently.
*****
"Um...Garin..." Tara said, gently rubbing her aching abdomen. "Can we stop at the next chance of a toilet? I'm not sure I can hold it."
Garin sighed. "What did I tell you?" he said, looking at the traffic ahead. "We're going to be diverted onto a small road thanks to the floods, and there aren't any rest stops for several kilometres. I'm afraid you'll just have to hold it."
Tara winced and shifted in her seat. Her bowels were aching for release, and her bladder was swelling from the coffee she'd had earlier, too. If it wasn't for those fucking floods, she could have easily held it until they got there. Now she was worrying about a far more imminent flood exploding into her skirt. The thought of arriving at the business event in a soiled skirt was just unspeakably humiliating, never mind her poor boyfriend having to scrub out his car. Would their relationship even survive it? And all because she didn't want to use a filthy toilet...it was almost enough to make her cry. But she could hold it. She would hold it. Her white knickers were still spotless, and she hadn't even slipped a fart, though it would have relieved the unbearable pain in her bowels. She just couldn't risk the chance that she would lose control if she let one go.
Straining her muscles as hard as she could, she pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and searched for methods to help women control their bladder and bowels when they couldn't go. She saw some advice suggesting to think of something else other than her urge, and she tried to focus on how she would impress her boyfriend's colleagues with her beauty...beauty untarnished by having disgraced herself. She managed to suppress the urge a little, but she had to keep on clenching her muscles, and they were starting to tire. If this traffic jam didn't end soon, there was going to be trouble. Very messy trouble. The thought of soiling herself had been unthinkable 2 hours earlier, but now it seemed not only possible, but likely. 2 days of poo were pushing hard against her anus, and it wouldn't be long before she gave in. As for her bladder, she held herself with 1 hand to try to reduce the pain a little, but it was still getting worse every minute. She had to hold it just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then they could find somewhere to stop...
30 minutes later, they had progressed a little, but were still stuck in slow-moving traffic with no toilets in sight. Tara's face was racked with anguish as she mustered all the strength she had to avoid an accident. They were supposed to have arrived over an hour ago...she could have been in that toilet and found relief, instead of struggling on the brink of disaster in the car. Her bottom was moist with sweat from straining to contain the poo, and she was frankly impressed with herself that her knickers were still clean. She crossed her legs and rocked back and forth in her seat.
"Is there anywhere we can pull over?" she asked, tears of pain coming to her eyes. "I really, really can't hold it anymore...I'm trying so hard not to have an accident, but I just can't wait much longer..."
"I'm sorry, there really isn't," said Garin. "Hold it as long as you possibly can, but if you end up having an accident, it's not your fault. You've held it for hours."
"Thanks, I'll try," she said, squirming in her seat. Her boyfriend had given her permission to have an accident if she couldn't hold it. It was so undignified, but at the same time a little kinky. But she would try to hold it as long as she possibly could.
"Fuck...uh..." she said, moaning from the pain in her bladder and bowels. "I'm so sorry about the language, I just can't take the pain..."
"I don't mind," he said. "You're brave to have held it so long. Hopefully we won't be too much longer now."
Tara clenched her muscles one more time and prepared to hold it for the rest of the trip. It wouldn't be too long now. They weren't that far, if she could just endure a little longer...Sweat glistened on her face. She had to be strong. She had to hold it.
The traffic finally started to move, but Tara could feel the poo moving in her bowels, too. She strained and strained and barely managed to contain it from pushing out. She had been holding it for 3 hours, and she was exhausted. Another few minutes was all she could manage. Her bladder felt about to explode into her knickers, and her bowels were suffering even greater pain, if it were possible. She pressed her legs together and breathed deeply.
"It's really not too far now," said Garin. "You've been so brave to hold it. Just a few minutes more."
Tara felt a little confidence. She was going to hold it. She was somehow going to arrive in a clean, dry skirt. But she had to get to a toilet as soon as possible, or she was going to have an accident, even if her life depended on it. She tried so hard not to think about the toilet, since it only made the agony so much worse. But she was so close now. She just had to stay strong for a few more minutes. She could see the hotel where the event was being held...there would be toilets...but she couldn't think about them. She closed her eyes and focused on controlling her muscles. She was going to hold it. It was going to be alright.
Garin pulled the car into the parking space.
"You know, I'm really impressed in you, Tara," he said. "I didn't expect you to hold it."
"I'm a strong woman," she said. "But I have to find a toilet...now...or I'm going to have an accident."
Almost to prove her point, as she staggered out of the car clutching her bladder, she helplessly slipped a loud fart.
"Fuck, fuck..." she said. "I've got to go...now...where are the toilets..."
"They're in there," Garin said, pointing towards a building on the other side of the car park. Tara dashed off immediately, clutching her bladder with one hand and her bottom with the other. As she saw the sign for the ladies' room, she felt a spurt of wee moisten her knickers. She just couldn't contain it anymore, and the sight of the toilets being too near was just too much. Blundering towards the toilets, she moaned in dismay at the sight of another older woman waiting in line.
"Please, I really can't hold it, I have to go now..." she pleaded, trembling from the pain. "Please let me go first..."
"No," said the woman. "I've had 2 children. If I can wait my turn, so can you."
Tara whimpered as another fart ripped through her skirt. She leaned against the wall, her legs quaking as her muscles neared total exhaustion. The cubicle door opened, and the older woman stepped in. She lunged for the door, but stopped as she felt another hot spurt of wee soak her knickers. She was going to have an accident. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt the poo finally force itself through her anus. As spurts of urine gushed down her legs, she looked up to the sky and sobbed as she loaded her knickers with poo. She tried to stop the accident in progress as hard as she could, but the proximity to the toilet was just too much for her. A puddle of wee grew around her feet, and she felt the poo squelching around the seams of her knickers. This was the most humiliating day of her life.
Garin came out of the men's toilets and came round to see his sobbing girlfriend.
"Oh, Tara," he said, carefully embracing her while avoiding the puddle of wee. "You poor girl. I'm so sorry for you. You were so close."
"I love you..." she said, her emotional state rather compromised. "You're so understanding...so many men would be angry..."
"I'm not angry that you had an accident," he said. "You didn't mean it. Now let's see how bad it was."
He lifted Tara's skirt and saw the bulging filth in her knickers. She'd totally lost control. Though he wanted to comfort his girlfriend, he felt more than a little aroused.
"You'll have to throw those knickers away," he said. "Fortunately your skirt seems sort of alright."
"Hopefully..." Tara said, sniffing. The older woman finally came out of the toilets.
"Garin, is that your girlfriend?" she said. "She really can't control herself."
Tara whimpered and traipsed into the toilets to clean herself up. She threw her ruined knickers away, and tried to clean up her skirt as best she could. Emerging from the toilets, she still smelt of wee and poo. Along with her face red from crying, it was obvious what had happened.
"Come on in," said Garin, offering his hand. She gulped in anticipation of further humiliation as they entered the building. Sure enough, as if fate had ordained it, she tripped on a step and fell, her skirt flying up and revealing her naked groin to her boyfriend's colleagues. She wailed in abject humiliation as she tried to pick herself up.
"Garin's girlfriend there soiled herself earlier," said the older woman. The colleagues burst out laughing. Tara turned her face to the wall and wished she was dead.
"Hey, guys, calm down," said Garin. "Don't you see how horrible this is for her? She's my beautiful girlfriend, not a laughing stock. She's just had a very unlucky day. Come on, we're going somewhere private."
Garin led Tara up to the room they had booked for the night. As soon as he shut the door, he opened his flies, revealing that he was very aroused.
"You've had a bad day, but I want you to know that I love you," he said, slipping a condom onto his cock. "I actually thought it was cute when you had an accident. And now I'm going to make you feel like a very special girl."
He pushed Tara down on the bed and started fingering her clitoris. She couldn't possibly resist it even if she wanted to, and was moaning in orgasm in a few minutes. He slid forward to kiss her lips, and slipped his cock into her vagina, which was tight and moist from her orgasm. He thrust harder into her than she had ever felt before. Maybe her accident really did turn him on. It was such an odd concept, but very lucky for her! He grunted in orgasm as he filled his condom. Tara was left breathless. It had been an awful day, but at least it had a very intense conclusion. |
Will be posted on FA as well, this fic involves my furred dragon sona along with a second character.
Fanfic based off of this picture!
If I could, begin to be, half of what you think of me...
The alarm on Tobias’s phone went off in an attempt to wake him up, but the tired furred dragon pressed the snooze button on his phone, the furred dragon had been up pretty late playing video games, and he didn’t want to get up just yet, just five more minutes, he trusted himself not to fall back to sleep too quickly.
Except that trust seemed to be misplaced, the next time he woke him up was an hour later, his alarm went off again, Tobias looked at his phone, and became wide awake when he saw the time with his green eyes, he couldn’t believe he woke up an hour late.
As the red and white earthbender dragon dressed himself, he thought of how his friend would react to being late, he was supposed to meet his friend Esteban today, for he wanted to get some things with Tobias, he finished dressing himself, white robe, blue shirt, green pants and grey boxers, all done!
Tobias quickly poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank it, he left it in the sink to wash later, he didn’t have time to brush his short brown hair so he ran outside, locking the front door behind him.
He made it to the mall, it was then his bladder began to remind him he hadn’t emptied it since he left, before he could quickly find a bathroom and head back, he heard a gruff voice, “You were up late, weren’t you?”
Tobias quickly turned around, it was Esteban!
Esteban was a strong brown feathered firebender eagle with faded-sky blue eyes, his long maroon hair shone in the sunlight, the stern avian with the scar on his left cheek wore a blue hoodie with two pockets, a yellow t-shirt and a pair of camo pants, he had black leather fingerless gloves and a yellow beak and talons, though his talons only had two front claws and one back claw, that was a birth defect, or so he claimed.
“Y-yeah, sorry.” Tobias laughed nervously, Esteban sighed in annoyance, he looked at his watch.
“We have about half an hour until GameVille opens.” Esteban explained, “How about we eat something?”
Tobias nodded, Esteban could read Tobias like a book, sometimes Esteban thought he was the only sane person out of Tobias’s friends.
They entered The Store, which was a large mega-mall which hosted shops, cafés and various events, though Tobias was focused on finding a bathroom for his filling bladder, he looked on his ManaPhone and searched for cafés with bathrooms, opting to kill two birds with one stone, he decided to enter one called WokoWoko, as that had a bathroom.
They entered the restaurant, Tobias lined up for food while Esteban sat down, Tobias got out his phone from the inside of his robe in an attempt to pass the time, it was only two people, but he really wanted to take his mind off of his need right now.
When it was his turn, Tobias ordered his usual, cookies and a glass of cherry soda, he ordered Esteban a cheese sandwich and a glass of regular soda, he took the food to the table and sat down, Esteban looked at his food and gave a grimace of dissapointment.
“Next time I’m buying my own food.” the bird exhaled, though he still began to eat it.
“Then why didn’t you ask me what you wanted?” A confused Tobias argued.
“I did.” Esteban pointed out, a hint of anger in his voice, “Why weren’t you listening to me?”
Tobias cringed, “Sorry, I-”
“It’s okay.” Esteban assured him, “It’s tastes good.”
Tobias smiled, he wasn’t expecting a thank you, but he was happy things worked out, Tobias shifted a little in his seat, his bladder starting to be a bit too full for comfort, but he continued to distract himself, “So, what did you want to buy?” Tobias asked happily but strained.
“Controllers.” Esteban replied, “Autumn wants me to teach Tiangui how to play Advance Wars.”
Tobias perked up a bit, “I didn’t know you played Advance Wars!” Tobias smiled, “Do you want to lend me my Nvidia Shield?”
“I already have one.” Esteban finished his sandwich, “I just need new controllers, didn’t you already get me one?”
Tobias groaned nervously, he had finished his drink and shifted again, having to do this a bit more in order to stave off the pressure his strained bladder emitted, this time, Esteban took notice, he stared at Tobias, he raised one eye open and looked at him with that same stern expression.
“Maybe you should go to the bathroom.” Esteban pointed out, Tobias looked surprised, but shifted again, rubbing his legs together, the dragon exhaled through his nose.
“Go.” Esteban commanded, his voice sounded a bit more angry this time, Tobias stood up and hurried over to the bathroom.
He walked through the door, only to find the male bathroom unavailable, Tobias squeezed his legs, “Dammit!” Tobias cursed under his breath, he had to hope there was a bathroom on the way to GameVille or he’d be in trouble.
Tobias walked outside of the Café, he spotted Esteban on his ManaPhone, he spotted Tobias and put it away, “Were going to Coin Converter now.” he told Tobias as he turned around, “It opens in ten minutes.”
“T-ten minutes?” Tobias tried to stand normally, but he gently pressed his knees together, Esteban didn’t catch on this time, he assumed Tobias had gone to the bathroom. “Can’t we do something else?”
“Like what?” Esteban questioned, Tobias exhaled nervously again, though he kept a weak smile, he looked around and saw an otaku shop, EinoWaku, “There!” he pointed at it, Esteban facepalmed, “Fine.” he exhaled in annoyance, at least it was near GameVille.
Tobias anxiously looked around the shop, there was a lot of merchandise from various series, but there wasn’t anything that interested, he turned around and saw a staff bathroom, his overflowing bladder reacted accordingly and Tobias squeezed his legs together, slightly doubling over.
“Maybe they’ll let me in if I buy something.” Tobias thought, he grabbed the first and cheapest thing he saw, an anime figure of an arguing couple.”
Tobias stood in line, he couldn’t resist doing a small pee dance, he turned to Esteban, he was looking at his phone again, clearly he wasn’t interested in anything in this shop, Tobias looked at his phone, he had three minutes until GameVille opened.
When it was Tobias’s turn, he quickly handed the merchandise to the cashier, a fox in traditional uniform, “Can I use your bathroom?” Tobias asked desperately.
“Sorry, it’s staff only.” she apologized as she watched Tobias dance in place as he tried to fight against his tortured bladder, looking at her with his pleading eyes.
“Please, I don’t think I can-.” she put the merchandise in the bag.
“That’ll be 900 Arzu.” the fox replied, Tobias groaned, he scanned his money card was handed his merchandise in a bag.
“Thank you.” Tobias sighed, defeated, he walked back to Esteban, who put his phone away and saw Tobias dancing anxiously in front of him, Esteban exhaled and shook his head as he realised his situation.
“Bathroom was out of order.” Tobias explained as he crossed his legs. “There’s a bathroom in GameVille, right?”
Esteban said nothing, he shrugged and began the walked to GameVille, he clearly stopped caring at this point, and Tobias caught on.
He clearly wanted there to be a bathroom there, hopefully a working one, and he was glad that GameVille wasn’t too far away.
Too bad there wasn’t one, he walked into the shop and looked through the various games while searching around for a bathroom, meanwhile, Esteban found two cheap 360 controllers, he picked them up and began to walk to the checkout.
Tobias couldn’t find a bathroom, and all that searching was taking it’s toll on his swollen bladder, he grabbed his crotch and squirmed his hips desperately, panting, he then noticed a video game he wanted, he picked it up, holding it in the same hand as his shopping bags.
The dragon lined up behind Esteban, who visibly cringed, “Please don’t piss yourself here.” he whispered to Tobias, he was handed his two controllers and walked away.
Tobias walked up to the counter, there worked a nerdy slim skunk, who was clearly uncomfortable with the situation he was in.
“Hurry, please.” Tobias pleaded, his bladder was starting to give up as he handed over the game to the cashier, who quickly scanned the game, Tobias handed him his money card, he stood there, slightly doubled over and dancing frantically in place.
The skunk put the game cartridge in the case, and put it in a bag once the game was paid for, Tobias grabbed the bag and began to leave the store.
Tobias could feel the contents of his bladder slowly start to edge towards his penis, he stood outside the game shop, the pressure in his penis was building up, looking feverishly for a bathroom nearby he might have overlooked, there wasn’t one.
Tobias leaned forward, and pressed his legs together, and relaxed his tired muscles, piss immediately burst out of him, a hissing sound was emitted as a hot river of piss soaked through his pants, trickling down his legs in large amount, pooling underneath his feet, the right knee of his pants got so wet droplets dripped from it onto his foot.
Esteban didn’t pay attention until he heard the sound, he watched Tobias with an uncomfortable expression, on one hand he figured he should help him, since he was clearly embarrased, but on the other hand he should probably be on his way, since he had what he wanted.
Eventually, the stream died down along with the sound, when he stopped, he noticed Esteban’s uncomfortable expression, Tobias let go of his crotch, letting the last couple of spurts out before he stared at the bird, cringing at his situation.
“Sorry.” a guilty Tobias apologized, Esteban walked forward, taking care not to step in the puddle.
“We should get out of here.” Esteban suggested, “We can go to my place, I’ll wash your clothes and you can get in the shower.”
Tobias nodded, they quickly left the store, Tobias left some pee-prints on the floor as he walked away, but they soon stopped appearing.
They reached the exit of the stall when they were there before, “I can’t believe that happened.” Tobias sighed, he looked down at his wet pants, anyone he walked by either didn’t notice or stared curiously.
Esteban figured he would have to do something, “It’s okay.” He assured Tobias bluntly. “Everyone has accidents.”
“I know, it’s just...” Tobias thought for a second, realising he’d just say the same thing again, he gave a weak smile, and turned his head to Esteban, “Actually, never mind. I think I understand.”
“Just, try not to worry.” Esteban told him, Tobias nodded in understanding, for now he guessed he should clean himself first.
Edited January 9, 2020 by TobiasRobert
Fixed some spelling errors.
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As a prefix to this world, it’s set in your typical fantasy world just set in the modern day. If LotR is the Middle Ages then this would be the space age. I thought about the fun of this idea and for whatever reason I decided to write about a mermaid attending college inland. Mermaids are accustomed to living in the deep sea where beach rules apply. So long as you aren’t close to someone just taking a leak while you’re swimming isn’t rare. Combine that with heavy water consumption requirements, a smaller bladder, and not being used to having to hold it and you have a recipe for problems. And our friend Melody here is not having a fun time. Anyway, Preface over.
Melody hobbled around on her crutches, slithering around with her tail. She looked somewhat typical for a mermaid, with a body that was almost entirely human from the waist up and possessing a blue greenish tail that looked something like a combination of a shark, a sea snake, and a angle fish. She was wearing a short blue dress that went down to just above where a human’s knees would be. She brushed her brown hair out from in front of her face and plopped herself down at a table in the center of the mall food court.
”hey Mel, we got your food for ya. I figured there was no good reason for ya to have to go over there yourself.” Said a short haired wood elf girl holding two bags of food.
”El, you didn’t have to do that. I could have got it myself.” Melody and Eladre had become fast friends since they both started classes at Briraven. Despite their different backgrounds, El coming from the sticks in western Arcadia and Melody coming from the City Atlantis, the two got along surprisingly well.
”No offense Mel, but I makes me feel bad to see a girl with crutches carrying things. You just look pitiful like that.”
“Listen theres nothing wrong with me, my tail just doesn’t work that good up here. How would you feel if you came to Atlantis or some other Merkin city and I was dragging you around everywhere because you couldn’t swim as fast as me.” Melody replied.
”Well I can’t rightly breath underwater so I’d probably feel like I was drownin’.” Eladre Said as she stuffed a handful of fries in her mouth. “So I’d probably need some help with that.” She said while still chewing.
Melody laughed. “I suppose that’s true. But I can breath perfectly fine up here, so I don’t need the help. By the way did you get my drink?”
”Diet Wz Merlin, extra large with no ice just like ya asked. Still don’t understand why ya hate ice so much.”
Melody unwrapped the cheap cheeseburger from her meal and took a long gulp of the massive drink in front of her, lowering the level of the beverage inside by an inch and a half. “Because it’s how they cheat you out of your drink, and i need as much as I can get.”
Eladre stared her in the eyes for a uncomfortable minute, looking like she was trying to figure something out. Just as Melody was getting uncomfortable, Eladre took a bite of her burger and spoke. “How do y'all eat under water? I’ve been tryin’ to puzzle that out for a while now. Doesn’t the food get soggy?”
”Uhh... We eat in air pockets most of the time... Surface food doesn’t taste good wet so most resultants have the tables and kitchen above water in a air bubble. Also don’t stare like that, it looks creepy.” She said as she washed down a bit of her burger with another massive gulp of soda.
”Sorry Mel. Anyway don’t ya think you’re drinking that a little quick?”
”Why?” Melody asked while chugging another drink, bringing the drink in cup to half it’s original level.
”Well ya don’t want me to get your refills for you, plus aren’t ya worried about having to take a leak?” She said whispering the last bit.
Melody choked on her fries for a second. “El! Don’t talk about that while people are eating, besides it’s not as if i’m a child. I can hold my punch just the same as anyone.”
”You said that last week and you had to run a red light driving home.”
”Just drop it. Now im finished, let’s get back to shopping. I just need to get me a refill first.” She said as she reached for her crutches.
“It’s fine Mel, i’m gettin a refill anyway. Let me grab that for you.” She said as she snatched the cup out of Melody’s hand.
”That girl, if she was a man I’d think she was trying to get me in bed or something for as much misplaced concern as she has. Then again I’ve never seen her with a guy. Is she hitting on me?” Melody thought to herself. Her thoughts turned to her agonizing drive home last week and the damp underwear she had to slip down her tail in the bathroom of their dorm room. “Maybe I should go, just to be safe.” She turned her eyes to the restroom only too see a line extending 10 people outward. She took a moment to notice a pink haired mermaid riding a wheelchair, another common option for mermaids living on land, with her hands pressed up against her lap. “Nevermind, I am not waiting for that to thin out. I don’t need to go, I’ll be fine.”
”Hey Mel, I got ya drink.” Eladre said as she walked up to her, helping her to a standing position and putting her crutches under her arms. “Now, you wanted to check out that swimsuit place right?”
”Yeah” She said as she started drinking again. “Let’s get going.”
The two of them walked across the mall, through halls full of shops. Some of the more noticeable places where a sweet shop ran by a elderly Orc woman selling chocolate battleaxes and candy skulls, and a hobby shop selling replicas of legendary magic weapons from history. It didn’t take too long for the two of them to arrive at a small surf shop.
Melody hobbled in and began looking through a pile of discounted swimsuits. “Oh look at this, don’t you think the pink brings out my eyes? Oh but the green would look good with my tail! What do you think El?”
Eladre let out a sigh while she looked through the typically small Elf section. “Why do they always have to be so big, I can never find anything with a snug fit.” She mumbled. It wasn’t odd for wood elf’s of her age to be more... lithe for lack of a better word. But Eladre was a even smaller than average. Most elven women don’t grow into their full proportions until they hit 500 or so, which unfortunately for her was a good century off.
”Cant you wear an a cup?”
“The only thing I can get to fit are children’s suits, and I have to cut those in half and wear em as a two piece.”
”Hmm...” Melody looked through their selection, trying to find some made for a Mermaid. “Hey, do you have any mermaid suits?” She asked the sales person.
”Why don’t ya just wear the tops?” Eladre asked.
”Oh I don’t know, why don’t you just go around naked? I’m not a doll you know. Just because we look like fish to most people doesn’t mean I want to go around like that!”
”I’m sorry miss, but we don’t carry those.” The salesman replied.
”You could always buy one of those with the skirt things and cut the bottom out.” Eladre said.
”grrr... Forget it. I will be taking my business somewhere else.” She started towards the door and noticed a slight tinge coming from her abdomen. “Great. I guess I should be finding a bathroom soon.” She thought to herself.
she looked at the map to try and find one before Eladre grabbed her by the arm. “Hey, I asked someone and they said there was another store on the other side of the mall. Ya wanna go?”
”I guess I can hold it until we pass by one.” Melody thought to herself. “Sure.” She replied.
The two of them slowly crossed the mall, all the while the twinge in Melody’s abdomen was becoming a annoyance. They came to a circular area with a large fountain in the middle. The loud babble of the water reached Melody’s ears. “Great, that’s doing wonders for the situation. On top of that it’s making me thirsty. This heat, im sweating to death.” She thought to herself.
To Be Continued |
The two of them moved in through the front doors and saw that this place was considerably more well stocked than the last store that visited, such that it made Melody wonder how the other had stayed in business this long. She made her way over to the Mermaid section and quickly found her answer. “150... what the hell!” She shouted. “This isn’t even made well I could find something better than this in Atlantis for half the price.”
”Well you see.” A voice sounded from behind her. “We don’t see to many Merkin in this part of the country so not to many people stock this.”
She turned around to meet the saleswoman that spoke to her. “And that’s a excuse for this? Come on El...” She turned around and noticed that Eladre had disappeared. “Where is she off too.”
“The wood elf that was with you is trying something on.”
”What? I wouldn’t expect her to spend the prices here.” She sit herself down on a bench to wait for her. She sat there as her tail began to slowly squirm back and forth. She resisted the urge to press her hands into her lap to help alleviate her current sensations. “What’s taking her so long. I feel like i’m going to spring a leak any minute. I’ve been looking for two hours and I haven’t found a single bathroom that was broken down or occupied. Why are things so complicated up top? In the ocean you could just swim a few feat away whenever you needed to pee. Up here it feels like everything is a mile apart.”
Her thoughts were disrupted by a voice coming from behind her. “Hey Mel, how do I look?”
Melody turned around. Eladre was standing behind her in a green one piece swim suit with a light green drill around the edges that complimented the few curves she had perfectly. “This one was on sale, it actually fits too. You think I should get it?”
”You look great.” Melody said as she propped herself up, sending a jolt through her bladder. “You should get it. Anyway I’ll be back soon, if this is the last place you want to go then i’m ready to leave.”
”Ok. I’ll go get the car after I checkout. I’ll meet you at the door out there.”
Before Eladre could finish, Melody had rushed off, or at least as fast of a rush as she could manage, in the direction of the nearest bathroom she could find. “If I remember the map correctly, there should be a bathroom over here somewhere. Man I wish being able to just piss while I was swimming. But I can’t let anyone see me do it here.” She hobbled her way to the part of the mall that the map lead to, only to be disappointed by the sign on the door. “Out of order! This is the biggest mall for 100 miles, why is everything broken! Oh well, I’ll just find another one before-“
she was cut off by a text message alert on her phone. “Hey i’m out here, where are u?” The message from Eladre completely disrupted her plans.
“Forget it, I’ll just hold it till we get home. It’s a long drive but I can do it.” She thought to herself before replying. “On my way.”
She made her way out as fast as she could, the constant jostling and bouncing not doing her condition any favors. “Hey Mel, drop your bags and let’s get moving.” Eladre yelled.
She threw everything in the back of her dirty and beat up car and cleared enough rubbishy out of the front passenger seat to sit down again. “Ok let’s go.” Melody said, resting her hands on her lap.
They drove off and began the three hour drive home. Eladre put on a song from her favorite Western singer, Nicoli Arrowhead. “Can you not play that every time you drive? It’s just Guitar with some guy singing about how he lost his dog or whatever.”
“Hey it’s better than most of the emo rock bands you listen too. If ya want to listen to something else then you can drive.”
The drive was uncomfortable at first but quickly became unbearable as the bad shocks on the car made every bump a close call. “You can do this girl, just don’t think about it. Think about something else like school or-“ Her train of thought was interrupted by another bump. This one hit her hard, so hard that she felt a small warmth growing from her front. She gasp and shot her hands down. “No no no please stop!” She shouted by accident, barley managing to get her leak under control.
”area ya ok?” Eladre asked. “Is anything wrong?”
”No I just...” she turned her eyes away for a second. “I need to pee...”
”is that all? I thought that it was something bad.” Eladre said.
”We’re miles away from a bathroom and I feel like i’m holding a riptide back, that’s bad!”
”Oh you don’t need a bathroom. Look the road isn’t that busy or anything, I’ll just pull over.”
”But I can’t do that up here, people will see me.” Melody said with a flustered tone.
“Not anyone that cares. Everyone’s had to pull over and do this once or twice. Hell im a Elf, do you know how many times I’ve had to ask someone to pull over or something? We take 30 years to potty train.” Eladre said as she pulled over and stopped the car.
”Im afraid if my hands come off I’ll start leaking again...”
“Fine, I’ll carry you out. I don’t want my seats stinking.” Eladre said as she walked around to Melody’s side and opened the door. She wrapped one arm around Melody’s waist and picked her up, propping her body against her own and she walked a few feet away from the car. “Go ahead, nobody cares.”
Melody let out a defeated sigh. “Thank you.” She pulled up the front of her blue dress and slid down a white band that was around the same point a human’s panties would be. Her body in that area was smooth and features save for a single long slit that was now damp and glistening. She moved her tail back so that it was no longer directly underneath the opening. Before she could move everything, a small stream of clear piss erupted from her. “Ahhhhh...”
She felt herself being moved slightly as Eladre was adjusting where her feet sit. She looked over and saw her moving her two feet apart and hiking up her skirt. She lowered her panties and spread her slit open slightly with two fingers.
”What are you doing?” Melody asked.
”Sorry, I’ve been holding it since this morning. I thought that It could wait till I got home but, well I don’t think I can.” Eladre looked forward as a stream of golden piss spring out in a arc in front of her extending for a good three feet.
Melody looked on in surprise for a moment as her own stream slowly turned into a trickle. “Is that a wood elf thing or...”
”You live in the woods and you have two choices, live with getting poison Ivy in places where the sun don’t shine or this. Plus it let me beat my brothers in a pissing match once. If you want I could show you how to do it.” |
(Heads up: English isn't my first language. Please excuse any grammatical errors you may find in this story.)
The sound of the wind blowing through the trees was briefly replaced by the sound of an explosion. The smoke from the explosion slowly cleared and revealed a blue ninja by the name of Sheik. Sheik reached for her dagger and looked around. Once she was sure the coast was clear,she let go of the dagger and started making her way through the forest. As she kept moving forward,she looked at all the trees and bushes that were around her. Sheik stopped walking and started shifting her weight from one foot to another.
Earlier that day,She and the other participants of the smash tourney tried to fight back against a deity known as Galeem. Unfortunately, they lost the battle and they all got captured by Galeem. Except for the hero of Dream Land...Kirby. Until the pink hero saved her,Sheik (and all the other smashers) were frozen and used as casts to create puppets. And while Sheik didn't exactly know how long she was frozen,it was pretty obvious that it didn't stop her bladder from filling.
Sheik looked at all the bushes. it didn't feel like she was near her limit,but the pressure was still distracting. She decided it would be best she took care of it now. She approached one of the bushes and hopped over it. Just as she was about to undo her belt, she heard some footsteps. Sheik quickly turned around with 6 needles between her fingers. She saw two puppets of Princess Peach approaching her. Sheik jumped over the bushes and threw the needles at the Peach puppets. They both twirled forward and avoided the needles. Upon landing Sheik tossed a grenade attached to a rope at them. Before they could react,Sheik pulled the rope and detonated the grenade. The explosion sent both of the puppets flying. Sheik pulled out more needles and ran in the direction of the puppets. The puppets got up from the ground only to be hit in the face by the needles. While they recoiled from the attack,Sheik lunged forward and knocked the two princess clones away with two knifehand strikes. The princess were sent flying once again. This time,they fell of a cliff and exploded upon making impact with the ground below.
Sheik looked down from the cliff and saw two spirits floating away from the smoke of the explosion. As she stared at the two spirits rising from the ground,a castle entered her field of vision. Sheik squinted her eyes and could barely see out a line of shadows leaving the castle. She hunched over and leaped into the air. She performed a couple of flips on her way up and then performed a diving motion on her way down. She stuck the landing,but not without feeling a twinge in her body. She quickly crossed her legs and rubbed them together to ease the pressure. She looked around again and after making sure there weren't any enemies nearby,she started walking forward.
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Sheik arrived at a pair of pillars. The pillars had statues of Bowser on them. Sheik stopped walking when she heard more footsteps. She immediately hid behind one of the pillars. While she was hiding,she placed her hands between her legs and started fidgeting. The footsteps got louder and Sheik could see some shadows in the corner of her eye. She turned her face towards the shadows and saw a group of puppets marching forward. The group consisted of Peach puppets and Bowser Puppets. Sheik slowly peeked from behind the pillar to check if there were more puppets coming. She then saw the entrance to the castle and a bunch of puppets standing in front. Sheik hid behind the pillar again and started shifting her weight again. She decided to avoid combat for now and find another entrance. She looked at the castle walls and saw multiple open windows. she took a deep breath and lunged towards the castle wall. Once she was close to the wall,she leaped towards the window before one of the puppets could spot her. Sheik entered the window and looked around while her hand was on her dagger. She was now standing in the middle of an empty hallway. Sheik clenched her fists and started running through the empty hallway. She reached the corner of a wall and hid behind it. She waited for a few seconds and then continued running. While running,she saw a red door up ahead. However,she also saw the door knob twisting. The door opened and revealed two peach puppets. The puppets marched forward with turnips in their hands.
Sheik looked down from a support beam and waited for the puppets to leave. Once they were out of sight,Sheik jumped off the support beam and landed in front of the door. Upon landing,she felt another twinge in her bladder. She turned around and looked at the hallway that was on the other side of the door. She let out a sigh and walked past the door.
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Sheik closed the door behind her and looked around. She put her hands between her legs and shifted her weight again. There were a lot of hallways in this castle. Thankfully,each hallway had plenty of support beams for her to jump on in order to stay out of the puppets sight. Unfortunately for her,she had to jump from one beam to another. Each time she landed,she could her bladder pressuring her. Now that she reached the end of what seemed like the 10th hallway,her bladder was even more full than when she entered the castle.
Sheik slowly moved forward while keeping her hands between her legs. She stopped when she heard a bubbling sound. Sheik looked down and saw a bunch of lava under the platform she was standing on. Sheik then looked up until something bright entered her line of sight. her eyes widened. It was the REAL Princess Peach. She was standing on a platform across the pit of lava. Some glowing blue ropes were around her body and her eyes were closed. Suddenly,a yellow glowing stream of liquid splattered against her head. Sheik groaned and tried to look away from the glowing stream,as it reminded her too much of something she wanted to take care of right now. A loud thud then caught her attention and made her look back at peach. The golden liquid slowly morphed into a Peach puppet. The peach puppet walked towards the edge of the platform and started floating over the lava pit.
Sheik quickly threw a smoke bomb and vanished out of sight. The puppet landed on the platform sheik was standing on and looked around. After a few seconds,the puppet headed towards the door and left the room. Shortly after the door was shut,Another smoke bomb went off and Sheik reappeared on the same spot she was standing on. Sheik then turned towards the platform peach was standing on and looked around frantically.
"Ahh....How do i get to that platform?" Sheik asked herself as she rubbed her legs together. She then looked to the left side of the room and saw a blue switch. This switch was located on another platform across the lava. And there were multiple pillars with Bowser Statues on top in them. Sheik realized that the only way she could get to that switch was by jumping off the side of the pillars. She took a deep breath and leaped towards one of the pillars. She clinged onto the pillar and then leaped another one. She leaped from pillar to pillar until she landed on the platform with the switch. Upon landing,she approached the switch with both of her hands between her legs and stepped on it. Suddenly,a bridge appeared between Peach's platform and the platform Sheik was standing on earlier.
Sheik then leaped from pillar to pillar again to reach the platform she was previously on. However,upon clinging onto the final pillar,she heard a cracking sound. Before she had a chance to look down,the pillar collapsed. Sheik quickly landed on some debris and leaped towards the platform with her hands between her legs. She landed on the platform and stood still for a few seconds in order to make sure she didn't lose control of her bladder. She them stood straight and approached Princess Peach.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!*
Sheik looked up and quickly rolled away from the statue. A Bowser Puppet landed in front of her. The Puppet started running towards her. He threw a punch,But Sheik ducked under it and jabbed him in the stomach. She then started jabbing him repeatedly with knifehand strikes and knocked him back with a straight punch. The puppet then leaped into the air and dived down while spinning in his shell. Sheik rolled out of the way again and threw a needle at his face. The puppet recoiled,giving Sheik the chance the strike by kicking him the stomach. The puppet took a few steps back and ran towards Sheik again. Sheik backflipped over him and landed behind him. The puppet quickly turned around and struck her in the abdomen. Sheik took a few steps back and landed on her knees with both hands between her legs. She could feel a wet patch in her panties. The puppet slowly approached her and inhaled. He then spewed fire towards Sheik and waited for the fire to disappear. However,sheik was nowhere to be seen. The puppet looked around in confusion only to be caught in an explosion. He slid back a bit and shook his head. He then saw Sheik standing there,with her body covered in smoke and a pin attached to a rope in her hand. She dropped the pin and ran towards the puppet. Once she was close,she leaped into the air and struck the puppet with the a Bouncing Fish. This knocked the puppet off the bridge,causing him to land in the lava below. Sheik quickly crossed her legs and put her hands between them. Her eyes darted left and right and then stopped on Peach. She approached Peach and grabbed her dagger. With one swing,she cut off the ropes around her body. The princess slowly opened her eyes and looked around until she noticed Sheik standing in front of her.
"S-Sheik?
"Princess Peach....Are you Alright?" Sheik asked with concern. Peach nodded and looked around.
"Did anyone else escape the attack? Is Mario safe?" Peach asked as she looked around the castle again.
"M-Mario is okay...only Kirby managed to make it out of the....attack but....he has rescued most of the smashers..." Sheik said. Her hands weren't between her legs,but her legs were still crossed.
"So,We still have a more smashers to rescue...very well...let's go..." Peach said as took a step on the bridge.
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Sheik opened a door,allowing the princess to leave the room she and the ninja were just in. Sheik then closed the door behind her and put her hands between her legs again. her bladder was at it's limit now and she had a feeling that she would lose control of it if she got into another fight.
"Ahhh!.....Ohhhh!" Sheik turned around upon hearing the noise. Her eyes widened a little when she saw Peach looking down with her hands between her legs.
"H-Hey..Sheik? How long was i stuck there?" Peach asked as she looked at the Ninja with a worried expression.
"I....don't know...why?" Sheik asked. Thought,she didn't really need to as she could already guess the answer.
"I uhh...need to....water the flowers...." Peach said nervously as she shifted her weight from one foot to another. "You uhh....do you think they have any restrooms here?...or chamber pots?"
Sheik shook her head. The only people that were in this castle were puppets that likely didn't have bladders.
"Ooooh....What do i do?" Peach said as she frantically looked around. Although it wasn't visible,Sheik had a worried look on her face. She looked around the room they were standing in to make sure there was nobody. After a bit of hesitation,Sheik suggested something that she was dying to do right now.
"Maybe...you should do it right here..." Sheik said nervously. Peach stared at her friend for a few seconds before letting out a loud "WHAT?!". Sheik shushed her and looked around again.
"D-Do it right here? W-What if someone sees me?!" Peach asked. Sheik looked around the room and then looked back at her.
"This rooms seems to be completely empty....i'll stay on the look out for you if it helps...." Sheik replied. Peach's face turned pink. After a few painful seconds of silence,she nodded and took a few steps towards the wall. Peach then lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. She then crouched and spread her knees while holding the front her dress.
"Ahh...." peach moaned as she let out a couple or urine drops. She relaxed and after a few seconds,a stream of urine jetted out of her body. Peach exhaled as she let out all the urine her bladder had held while she was captured. While peach was relieving herself,Sheik was standing behind her. Looking out for enemies and trying her hardest to ignore all the noises Peach was making. Sheik crossed her legs tighter and waited for Peach to finish. But her bladder kept pressuring her to do the same and it didn't last long until Sheik couldn't take it anymore. She quickly ran up to Peach and started undoing her belt.
"Huh? Sheik? What are you doing?"
"S-Sorry,Princess! But I can't hold it anymore!" Sheik said as she yanked down her pants and panties. She quickly got into a squatting position and lost control of her bladder. A stream of pee jetted out of Sheik's lower region and this stream seemed more powerful than Peach's stream.
"Aaaaaaaaaah~......" Sheik moaned with relief. She closed her eyes and relaxed as her stream created a puddle that was slowly growing. Peach looked at her friend's stream with surprise.
"Oh dear....how long have you been holding it?" Peach asked. She then looked at her own stream,which was slowly getting weaker until only a couple of drops came out.
"Since i got freed.....ohh...." Sheik moaned. Her stream was still going strong while Peach's stream was completely gone.
"Hey...Sheik? Do you have anything to wipe with?" Peach asked. Sheik opened her eyes and shook her head.
"Figures...." Peach said as she got up and pulled her panties back up. After what felt like half a minute,Sheik's stream stopped. Sheik got up and pulled her pants and panties back up.
"Ahh....i feel much better now...." Sheik said. Pulled out her parasol and looked around.
"Now then...Let's continue with the search for the other smashers." Peach said. Sheik nodded and pulled out a smoke bomb. She then grabbed Peach and lifted her hand before throwing the smoke bomb on the ground. |
The house is silent. It’s late. With street lamps off, every inch of the room is lost in blackness. My parents are away, making me responsible for my two younger sisters.
I hear one awake. They shuffle toward my room and the door swings slowly open. The hallway night light silhouettes young Lilly tip toeing toward me. I know why she’s here, I secretly hoped for it. She taps my arm.
“Did it happen?” I ask, not wanting to unnecessarily embarrass her.
“Yes,” the sheepish reply.
“It’s okay. Were you wearing a diaper?”
“No. I...” Lilly’s voice was shaky and tearful.
“Don’t worry. Mom doesn’t have to know.”
We walked hand in hand to the dim bathroom, where I helped her out of her wet pyjamas and dried her with a bath towel. I left her with wet wipes while I retrieved a clean shirt and pants, then helped her dress.
She was shaking when I tucked her into my dry bed, so I offered what reassurance I could, then held her hand until she was asleep.
As much as it pains me to see Lilly upset with herself, I had been praying for this to happen tonight. I feel guilty for it, but her bed was legitimately wet now. I have the perfect excuse to have some fun, and it’s not the end of the world if I can’t hide all the evidence.
As I walk out I scoop a pair of leggings from my linen basket. I close the door and walk down the hall past Amy. I check she is sound asleep and close her door too.
Lilly’s room is on the other side of the bathroom, secluded at the far end of the house. I step in and click the door shut.
A night light glows on its dimmest setting, making shapes of furniture loom from the dark. The aroma is sweet, unmistakably the smell of my sister’s accident. I feel ashamed to use her as a cover story, but I adore playing like this and simply cannot get away with damaging my mattress. Lilly’s bears the scars from many accidents, and Mom has fully prepared it with a waterproof protector.
I wonder how intentional Lilly’s accidents are. She’s getting older and should surely have grown out of it by now. Does she enjoy it as much as I do? Why wasn’t she wearing her diaper?
I replace my pyjamas with the leggings. I know I can include them in the bedding wash without suspicion. Then, at last, I perch my bottom on her bed. The cold clammy sheets make my leggings damp. I swing my legs up and lay back. My bladder seems suddenly on the verge of release, as if I have just stepped in a bathroom and am lowering down onto the seat. My body is trained to know the feeling of Lilly’s wet bed. This ritual has happened so many times.
I am deeply aroused. My routine knows what’s coming. With a hand behind my head, my right begins to circle my crotch. The first tentative touches through the material are the beginning of my journey. With fingers almost trembling, I explore the seam that runs along the seat of the leggings. The fabric is doubled over here, numbing the sensations within.
My fingertips survey the textile in detail. I run them up and down, side to side. Every curve must be explored. From up above, where the waist band rests on my bladder, to below where the top of my legs met with the crest of my bottom. I place one finger either side and feel how swollen it is. The fabric stretched over the skin, the skin stretched over my arousal. I draw my fingers together, bringing the tips to the crevice which aches to be touched.
Slow exploration becomes tapping, the impact of my fingers’ dance starting the swell of pleasure within. Soon tapping becomes rubbing. The once delicate curves demanding more and more pressure to feel alive.
My heartbeat throbs in my ears, muted heavy breaths roll over my tongue. Before I know it my hand has slipped past the waistband. Fingers traverse sticky wet lips. Damp leggings press my hand flat. While my index and middle fingers explore the folds, my other fingers are forced further down. I feel the tight dot of my bottom hole squeezing and pulsing. It seems to writhe with the waves of pleasure that grow within me. My small finger is lost to the warmth between cheeks.
I close my eyes. Without a thought, I have fingers deep inside me now. My knees are rising uncommanded, heels digging into bed. Wet sheets cling to my arching back. My hand is on the verge of cramping. The same repetitive circling of my fingers fatiguing me. I’m on autopilot. I don’t think about any action.
Despite the ache in my wrist I penetrate harder and faster. I am rewarded by waves of pleasure, coming and going with growing power. I gasp. Deep within, fingers slip between velvety skin. I know the spot well, drawing up and down it again and again.
I am close now. Very close. The flutters that come and go stay for longer. Each one pulling me higher. My body rises more from the bed, heals lifting my bottom clear of the sheets. Groans escape into the room. It’s arriving. I want to wet the bed in time with this, but I’ve no clue how. I’ve never done the two together like but I crave the idea. I gasp, trying to relax without hindering the impending climax.
I feel the need to pee, I really do. It’s almost too much. Fingers pound me, thumb searching for pee hole but meeting the hard nipple of my cliterous instead. I try to relax. Force me bladder. Pant, gasp. Then a victory. One short sharp squirt of liquid hits my palm and disappears through my fingers.
A scream is muffled into a moan. Deep inside my attempts to relax give way to spasms that come at lightning speed. My bottom hits the bed hard, thighs trembling beyond control. The urge to pee battles with pleasure. Another press inside and the spasms grip my middle finger harder than ever. I can’t take it. Bursts of pee begin erupting from me. I can’t breath for the joy of it. Every wave of pleasure breaks into a hot golden splash that smothers my fingers. I withdraw my aching hand. An involuntary gasp signals a finale, the ecstasy writhing though becoming a breath in the night.
As pleasure fades I can relax fully. The trickle of pee that runs to my bottom becomes a stream. The hiss is louder than any moan. Cold sheets become warm again, the precious hot liquid pooling around my back. My leggings are soaked and I love it.
I’m almost exhausted, but not quite. So aroused by my own activities, I cannot find rest. In a final act, I remove the saturated leggings and allow my recovering hand to find my cliterous. It is electric to touch. I circle it with my index finger, building my body to one final indulgence. At last, my work is done.
Edited January 12, 2020 by Charlie Kirby
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Hello, everyone!
I have decided to continue the saga of Angelica and Lily on a new posting, since I couldn't figure out how to add tags to the old one. The first four chapters can be found here: https://www.omorashi.org/topic/54188-angelica-and-lily/
And now, here is chapter five! Please note, this is the first chapter that contains overtly sexual content.
Contains: masturbation (kind of), spanking (kind of)
Chapter 5: Amusement Park
“Wait, what? You don’t like roller coasters?”
Lily gaped at Angelica, her question hanging in the air. Her face was plastered with an “I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that” stunned expression.
Angelica tried to let the question slip by unanswered and kept her eyes on the road. But when she looked back to Lily, she was still boring into her with that gaze, waiting for an answer. Angelica faced the road again, then back towards Lily, expecting her at any time to crack a smile and move on. When this didn’t happen, Angelica gave an awkward chuckle, trying to laugh it off. Lily didn't break.
“I mean, I just don't like the feeling you get on them. That can't be that weird—I’m sure there are a lot of people who don't like roller coasters.”
“Yeah, but if you don't like them, then why did you go along with this idea at all? I said we should go to Firefly Thrills because I thought we would both have fun. You should've told me you didn't want to go!”
Angelica didn’t know how to respond. Usually she went along with whatever Lily suggested, partly because Lily had the greater enthusiasm and partly because she also had the better ideas. One could only suggest “Let’s have a night where we stay at home and read” so many times before someone will start to wonder how it’s a two-person activity. The fact was, though, that she had grown accustomed to letting Lily plan things. There had been enough ideas that she hadn’t expected to like but wound up liking anyway for her to be content to leave things as they were. And for those things that she didn’t end up enjoying—their ill-fated trip to the haunted house came to mind—well, it usually took less emotional energy to endure it than to try to protest it. In addition, the two of them hadn’t done anything big together in the time after Angelica’s issue at Brenda Davis’s party a month before. So when Lily had said they should go to an amusement park for her birthday, Angelica agreed without making a fuss. She had almost forgotten about how strange it would seem to anyone who was outside of her own brain for her to happily go along with something she disliked. Now that Lily was putting her on the spot about it, she realized she didn’t have much of a good explanation.
Readjusting her grip on the steering wheel and shuffling uncomfortably in her seat, Angelica cleared her throat and said, “Well, it’s for your birthday, and you suggested it, so, I, uh, I thought…you wanted…”
Lily pulled her legs up to her chest on the passenger seat and let her head lean over against the headrest, her face crestfallen. “Aw, Angie, I didn’t mean to make you come. I just thought it would be fun. I thought we’d both have fun! Did you think I didn’t care what you thought?”
Angelica gave Lily a quick conciliatory glance in between maintaining her attention on the road. She switched her blinker on and pulled off onto the exit for the park. “Oh, no! No, that’s not it. Okay. Listen. Sure, I don’t really like them, but, but, I also haven’t been on one for a long time…maybe I’ll like it more this time.” She gave a saccharine smile to Lily. When Lily’s expression didn’t lift, Angelica pressed further. “It’s like, so many times, you have great ideas, Lil. Even if I don’t think I’ll have fun, I usually do. So I agreed because you’re my best friend, and I know you’ll have fun, and if you have fun, then I probably will too. Okay?”
Lily’s smile returned and she straightened her head. “You mean it?” Angelica nodded at her, smiling genuinely. The usual pep returned to Lily’s voice and she faced forward again. “Thanks, Angie. That means a lot.”
Angelica pulled the car off the service road into the entrance to the park’s parking lot. A sign reading “FIREFLY THRILLS PARK” in bright, colorful letters arched over the entryway. Lily was almost squealing with delight—actually, she was squealing with delight—as they collected their parking pass from the automatic dispenser and made their way into the crowded lot, slowing down for hordes of visitors—families with small children like firecrackers of excitement, young couples draped romantically over each other, and the occasional day camp group, all wearing matching neon T-shirts. Once they found a parking spot, Angelica put up the sunshade and insisted that they both put on sunscreen before going inside. Lily gave a little pout but complied. After a hasty application, Angelica had to take half a minute to rub in all the places that Lily had missed, all while telling her good-naturedly to stop whining and sit still.
Once this ordeal was over, they both exited the car and stretched their legs, with Angelica using a hand to shield her eyes as they adjusted to the bright sun. As she squinted in the cloudless daylight, she tucked her brown hair behind her ears and wondered offhand if she had dressed too warmly, wearing a dark gray T-shirt, jeggings, and tennis shoes. The T-shirt she had picked because it was the only one she owned long enough to provide at least some cover to her bottom, with every curve visible in its current tight embrace by the jeggings. The jeggings she had picked because they were the only clean thing she had that wasn’t a skirt. She almost never wore them, and felt slightly self-conscious wearing them now, usually preferring outfits that weren’t so…form-fitting. Lily, on the other hand, had on a pink tank top, yellow shorts, and sandals. As she put her blonde hair into a ponytail, she appeared to Angelica as though she had stepped right of the pages of a department store’s summer sale circular.
Angelica looked over at the gateway to the park’s interior, a good hundred yards away, and guessed that they wouldn’t allow outside food in. With that in mind, she grabbed her water bottle from the cupholder in the car door and chugged the rest of it, burping discreetly when finished. Even though probably eighty percent or more of the rides in the park wouldn’t be fun to her, she had to admit that on a whole, the place gave off an air of inviting excitement. And she was with her best friend, for her birthday. A smile crept up one side of her mouth and she turned back towards Lily.
“C’mon, Lil. Let’s go have fun.”
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The two girls had been at the park for close to two hours, and Angelica had not been on a single roller coaster, despite Lily’s pleas. During that time, every time Lily joined the line for one, Angelica would stay behind and watch, also taking the opportunity to examine the nearby park maps. In this way she gradually familiarized herself with every attraction there was which lacked excessive G-forces. She would also use the time to sneak in intermittent texts to Brian. Ever since she had admitted her attraction to him, she had taken the initiative to reach out and try to start some kind of a friendship. So far he had responded amiably, though Angelica had tried to act reserved and not come exploding into his life with professions of undying love like some kind of psycho. So, things were going well, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he knew how she felt—and if he felt the same way too.
Then, once Lily had finished her ride, Angelica would point out a tamer one that they could both go on, and so they spent their time alternating back and forth. In the hot sun, both friends had to routinely stop by water fountains to rehydrate. Angelica was definitely drinking more, though, since she could do so while Lily was in line. This, combined with the water bottle from earlier, caused her to begin to notice a need for a toilet after about an hour in the park. She didn’t pay much attention to it, however, since the two of them were trying to get in as much fun as possible in the time they had, and Angelica told herself she could go by a bathroom any time she needed. Meanwhile, her stomach had begun to growl as well, and she thought it was probably about time for them to get lunch.
As Lily breathlessly caught up to Angelica at the exit of The Devil’s Tower, a coaster that excelled in vertical drops and time spent upside down, Angelica gave her a smile to match Lily’s own grin of exhilaration, standing up from the bench she had been sitting on. Lily, though, staggered over to the bench and flopped right down on it, causing Angelica to laugh and sit down again. Lily’s head was lying back and she still seemed out of breath, though Angelica couldn’t tell how much of it was actual and how much was Lily just being overly dramatic in her excitement.
“So, how was it? New favorite?” Every roller coaster that Lily had ridden that day had been subsequently declared her “new favorite.”
Lily lifted her head ever so slightly. “Definitely.” She dropped her head down again and laughed. “You really need to go on one, Angie. They are like, so much fun. Really, you’ve gotta try one. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more than you think.”
Angelica laughed dismissively, hoping to dispel the thought from Lily’s mind. “Yeah, well, I know you’re enjoying them. That’s enough for me, really.”
Lily raised her head all the way up and looked Angelica in the eye. “Could you at least try one today?” When Angelica laughed again, she puckered her lower lip in a fake pout. “Pwetty pwease? It’s for my birthday.”
Angelica just chuckled and shook her head. She didn’t have it in her to be a stick-in-the-mud whenever Lily got this silly. As Lily’s infantile pleadings continued, eventually Angelica broke. “All right, all right! You win, ya big baby. One. I will go on one roller coaster today.”
Lily giggled gleefully and rubbed her hands together. “Yay! Now I just have to think of the perfect one for you to lose your roller coaster virginity on!”
“Oh my gosh.” Angelica covered her face with one hand, embarrassed by Lily’s comment. It only had the effect of making Lily break out afresh into tittering cackles. Angelica sat there, mouth scrunched up on one side, and stared off into the crowds while waiting for Lily to get it out of her system. As Lily’s snickers died down, Angelica turned back towards her with an exaggerated “ANYWAY,” making Lily cover her mouth to keep from laughing again. Even Angelica couldn’t resist the smile playing on one corner of her mouth. “I’m hungry. Do you think we should go get something to eat? There’s a place here that sells pizza. I thought it looked pretty good.”
Lily leaned forward on the bench, preparing to stand. “Yeah, good idea. Pizza sounds good. You’ll have to lead the way.” They both stood and began walking when Lily suddenly stopped. At Angelica’s puzzled look, she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Wait a second. After we eat, we’ll have to wait a while before we can go on a roller coaster again.”
Angelica tried to follow Lily’s train of thought without success. “So?”
Lily arched an eyebrow with an “I’m-on-to-you” expression. “So, you just said you’d go on a roller coaster today. Are you trying to get out of it now?”
“What? No, of course not.”
“Well, I can just hear you now: ‘Sorry, Lil, but I’m still too full. I don’t think I can ride yet. Oh, what’s that? It’s time for us to go? Oops, sorry about that.’” She put her hands on her hips in mock accusation.
“Come on, Lil, I won’t do that. I promised I’d ride one.”
Lily’s face immediately switched to a bright, bubbly smile. “Great! So let’s do it now, and we can eat lunch after.”
Angelica’s eyes darkened as she realized she’d been played. When she had said she would go on a roller coaster today, she hadn’t really thought that meant today today. It felt more like homework that you could just keep putting off for a few hours more. In her gut, she wanted to avoid it as long as possible, but in her head, she knew that Lily was probably right. Hey, and if she got it over with now, then she’d be free for the rest of the day. It was probably best to do it now, then, but the thought still made her stomach churn with anxiety. She also felt her bladder give off a stronger twinge, letting her know that it would need attention soon. Okay, fine. They could do this first, then she’d stop by the bathroom on the way to get lunch. Lily’d probably need to go, too. She licked her lips, then said, “Okay. Sure. Let’s do it.”
The next minute or so was spent with Lily deliberating over which would be the perfect experience for Angelica to get her feet wet on. After a fair amount of voluble considerations, she concluded that the ideal roller coaster would be The Typhoon, which, according to Lily, boasted the optimal balance of creativity with tried-and-true solid design. Angelica didn’t have much to say in response, but she couldn’t help but be a little impressed at how much of a connoisseur Lily evidently was, though her insides were still unsettled.
After a few minutes’ walk, both girls came upon the entrance to The Typhoon. A painted blue walkway led up one story to where the ride itself began. As they entered the walkway, Angelica took a deep breath. So, this was really happening. She could feel her nerves start to stand on edge, making her stomach quiver. At least that helped with not feeling quite so hungry. As they joined the end of the line, she drummed absentmindedly on the railing, not knowing what to do with her hands. Trying to peer ahead, Angelica could see a decently lengthy line ahead of them, even though there were two cars running on the roller coaster. She sighed and ran her tongue across the roof of her mouth, trying to quell her jitters.
At first, Lily tried to engage Angelica in a conversation about the upcoming ride, but such a topic couldn’t be sustained for long, and the line was advancing steadily, but slowly. Instead, she resorted to merely making idle chitchat during the wait. Angelica wasn’t much in the mood for talking—she seldom was when feeling anxious—and this was no exception. She tried to breathe evenly and smoothly, telling herself to just relax. It only worked so much.
On top of her anxiousness, over the course of the wait, she could feel her bladder steadily filling more. After about ten minutes the feeling was ever present, and by the time they had been in line for twenty minutes, she found it difficult to think about anything else. The butterflies in her stomach weren’t helping. Raising her head as insouciantly as she could, she tried to gauge how much of the line remained ahead of them. They were now next to the stretch of track where passengers would embark and disembark, but at this point the line began doing switchbacks, lengthening the number of people in front of them. Lily had stopped talking at all, most likely because the noise of the coaster was right next to them and drowned out any attempt at conversation. Angelica was thus left alone with her thoughts…and her ever-increasing need to pee.
Rocking back and forth as discreetly as she could, she nonchalantly roved her gaze about, trying to familiarize herself with as much of the track as possible. Watching car after car make the loop, she estimated that the ride lasted about two minutes in total. Most of the path it took was hidden from view from where they stood, but she counted the seconds between shrieks and did her best to estimate the steepness of the drop based off the intensity of the screaming. There wasn’t much else to do, and both her stomach and her bladder were getting increasingly tingly as time passed, inexorably drawing her nearer to experiencing those drops and twists herself. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself over and over that this was it, just one, and then she’d be done.
Without warning, her bladder suddenly constricted, making her have to quickly cross one leg over the other. No, no! Just hold on! She could tell that she wasn’t yet desperate—it was just nerves. Take another deep breath, just like that. That’s it. She was in control.
The line moved forward slightly, and Angelica uncrossed her legs and closed the gap. If only the line were shorter! At this point, the waiting itself was the worst part. She moved her weight to one leg, then the other. Stay calm. Stay calm and everything would be all right. She leaned herself against the railing and watched Lily. If Lily suspected that she needed to pee, then they would both end up in the same boat. Lily, however, was busy watching the coaster carriages arrive and depart with an eager expression on her face.
Watching her friend’s excitement helped take Angelica’s mind off her own need for a toilet. After a few seconds, Lily noticed Angelica watching her and flashed her a smile, wiggling her eyebrows. Angelica smiled back. Maybe she would enjoy this more than she thought. At least now her bladder had seemed to quiet down. See, she’d be fine. There were probably only a few more minutes in line.
Sure enough, about three minutes later, they found themselves passing through the gate onto the metal platform above which the seats were suspended. Each carriage had four rows of four seats each, and as Lily and the other fourteen people quickly swarmed the rows, Angelica hung behind, her nerves now making her breathing quicken, and hesitated. Now that she was seeing it up close, the coaster was bigger than she had realized, and she swallowed. Her throat was dry, and she admitted to herself that she felt afraid.
Lily was already seated and saw Angelica still standing off to the side. She gave a big smile and waved her arm in a large gesture, waving for Angelica to come and find a seat. Angelica returned a half-hearted smile, took a breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped forward. She was the only person still standing, and so she was forced to take the only empty seat left, which was unfortunately two rows behind Lily, who had, unsurprisingly, sat in the front. She moved in between the two rows and climbed in between the two other riders on either side.
Angelica tentatively slid into the hard plastic seat and wriggled her bottom, trying to get comfortable. Like many roller coasters, it was designed to restrict your movement as much as possible from every angle, and, as such, the seat was contoured to fit the average rear end. She tried fidgeting for a few seconds before realizing that her efforts weren’t going to change the shape of the coaster’s seat and subsequently sat still. Now that she was actually sitting on the coaster, about to ride, she could feel her heart beating faster. Her apprehension made her head feel like it was filling with pressure, making her ears pop and her peripheral vision weird. Trying to soothe her autonomic nervous system, she swallowed, folded her hands across her lap, and closed her eyes while regulating her breathing. Deep breath in, slooooowly let it out. That was better. She suppressed a nervous yawn.
As the seconds ticked by in her head, Angelica felt her bladder tightening again. She took another deep breath and told herself it was just nerves. She didn’t have to go that badly. Due to her past experiences, she knew that if she had thought she was entering the danger zone, she would have simply left the line. Better to have to wait another half hour than to take that risk. As of now, though, she would have to make sure that they went by a bathroom after this ride. On the other hand, though, maybe it was only from anxiousness, and she wouldn’t have to go once the ride was over? No, but that would mean repeating this whole inner debate—over whether or not she should have gone to the bathroom—on the next ride. At least this should be her only roller coaster. That at least was a comfort. And besides, they were going to have lunch after this, which would be the ideal time to go pee. At the moment, however, she felt tingles going through her crotch and tried to squeeze her thighs together, though the movement was inhibited by the piece of metal between her legs, where the top part of the harness would attach. As she moved, her brow furrowed upon feeling an odd discomfort there, as if something were poking her in her private parts. Looking down, she tried to pull herself off the seat to see what it was.
It looked as though a large nut was supposed to screw in there, but a specially designed one, one that would be flush with the rest of the contoured harness. Instead, there was a much larger nut, clumsily screwed on and not painted over like the rest of the seat. Most likely the original nut had been lost during maintenance, and the mechanic had just slapped on whatever he had that would fit. It was unpleasant, though, boring into her groin the way it was. Maybe she should switch seats—though that would mean expecting someone else to have to get jabbed in the crotch. Or maybe…maybe she should just take her last chance to skip out on the ride altogether. Let Lily have fun on it while she went to use the bathroom. Win-win.
While she was staring at her lap and hovering above the seat, however, an amusement park worker was suddenly in front of her. Angelica heard a rehearsed “Okay, go ahead and sit down in the chair.” She looked up, seeing a freckled girl about her own age wearing the Firefly Thrills Park uniform, her eyes shadowed by her park visor. Instinctively, she found herself doing as the girl said, settling stiffly back into the seat.
“There ya go. Now could you lift your arms for me?” Angelica complied, wanting to ask about changing seats, but only got so far as an “um” before the employee had pulled the over-the-shoulder harness down on its hinge until it clicked into its socket. Angelica’s minor protestation had evidently fallen on deaf ears.
“Great. Now just grab onto the handles here.” The girl took hold of the handles herself, one over each of Angelica’s shoulders, to demonstrate. Once Angelica had copied this action, the girl followed it up with a sing-song “Perfect. Now I’m just gonna tighten everything up for ya, and then you’ll be good to go.” She put both hands on where the harness clicked into the seat and used her weight to push down three times, the whole row of seats shaking each time she did.
On the third push, the harness clicked one more notch into its socket. At the same time, however, the sudden extra push and the shake on the seat jostled Angelica, and without warning, the nut had suddenly spread her labia and popped itself right into her genitals like a speculum. Shocked and embarrassed, she immediately gasped and felt herself go red. The girl took no notice, however. She merely gave a smile and said, “There you are! Enjoy the ride!” before turning and moving briskly and efficiently off to the side.
Angelica shuffled and wiggled in her seat. The thin fabric of her panties and jeggings provided a measly barrier between the metal knob and her most sensitive, private area. Her brow wrought with consternation, she tried in vain to reposition herself so that she was no longer being violated by her chair. It was no use. She was strapped in too snugly to possibly make any difference. Looking down at where the nut was poking into her, she bit on her tongue as she attempted to use her hands to readjust herself. This too met with failure. The harness was too bulky for her to be able to reach her arm around it and access her crotch.
A loud hum of the powerful roller coaster engine revving up intruded on her struggle. In a panic, she looked back up, her eyes darting to and fro to find someone who could stop the ride, stop it before it started. Her bladder gave a quick spasm and she clenched her teeth and her thighs in response. There was no way she could ride like this! She bit her lip and craned her neck, trying to see an employee whose attention she could snag. Glancing about for the bright uniform, she could feel the vibration of the heavy machinery work its way all down through her harness, making her head buzz, her ribs resonate, and her crotch… No, no, it couldn’t be! She had to get out of this seat!
At that moment, though, the entire carriage of seats lifted forcefully off the ground. As it did so, the movement shifted Angelica further down onto the nut in her groin, pressing it up directly against her clitoris. She gave a sharp intake of breath and looked down. This was insane! There was no way that this could be safe or legal for park visitors. She hadn’t felt this defiled since that awful incident in senior year with that bully, Laura Katz…one that she decidedly did not want to be reminded of. She shifted more, trying but failing to pull off. Her frenzied attempts were also making her bladder tighten more and a wave of pain passed through it. She tensed all her muscles, trying to stay under control. It was challenging, considering she couldn’t close her thighs or use her hands in any way. She took another deep breath. It was only a two-minute ride. She could endure it. At least being suspended by the harness kept pressure on her urethra, since she couldn’t hold herself.
The carriage shoved off from the loading area and latched onto the chain that would pull it to the top of the first drop. The rumbling of the powerful motor resonated all through the framework of the roller coaster, but Angelica noticed it most in where it was concentrated in her private parts. As their set of seats made its way slowly, painstakingly up the hill, the vibration against her clitoris continued, and she began experiencing a strange new sensation. Oddly enough, although the buzzing was amplifying her need for a toilet, the pain it produced wasn’t an unpleasant pain. It rose in tandem with an unfamiliar pleasure, producing little shooting sensations all through her crotch, pain and pleasure waltzing together in harmony. She felt her breathing grow heavier and heavier as her body temperature rose. A golden, tingly sensation was permeating her entire body, making her feel floaty, and at the same time, her bladder felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter, the pain of desperation making her leg muscles tense up and her toes curl. Or was it the strange euphoria that was doing that? Her sphincter was on fire with the pressure from her bladder, but almost right next to it, her clitoris was pulsating with jolts of ecstasy like shocks of electricity. Having the foci of such opposite sensations located in such close proximity to each other produced a feeling unlike any she had experienced before.
Being a virgin, and one who had never felt drawn to experiment sexually before, Angelica didn’t recognize the feeling of a building orgasm. Her breaths were labored pants at this point, her face was flushed, and she was white knuckled from gripping the harness so hard. The roller coaster was almost at its peak, and so too were the waves of bliss coursing through her. She felt elation, but combined with fear at not knowing what was happening to her. Suddenly, a moan slipped involuntarily out of her mouth, and she bit down on her lip. But the pleasure was mounting, and so was her bladder pressure, and so was the roller coaster…and another moan came out, and then another…and her pee was about to explode out of her…and she was in heaven…and she imagined Brian’s arms around her…
…and now the roller coaster was at the top…
Angelica screamed, a split second before the rest of the riders. Just when she had thought there was no way she could hold back the impending flood, the roller coaster entered its parabolic drop and the vibrations on her abated. The sudden light-headedness from freefall only amplified the blinding pulses of giddy pleasure that were overtaking her body. Her head was thrown back and her eyes rolled in their sockets as her breaths heaved forcefully, trying to gulp in enough oxygen to cope with the almost frighteningly powerful ecstasy coursing through every inch of her being. Her pee hadn’t escaped, though it still felt about to break free and spray all over everything, but her panties felt strangely wet.
As the coaster continued its dives and twists, the nut in her crotch buzzed intermittently, holding her in a loop of terrifying euphoria. Whereas each new drop or spin elicited shrieks from the rest of the people riding, each one brought about a fresh moan from Angelica. She was barely even aware of the ride itself, unable to think of anything but the inexorable crashing waves of rapture holding her captive. Fresh peaks of pleasure mounted again and again, each one higher than the last, until she felt sure her body couldn’t take any more. She thrashed about in her seat, overwhelmed with the enormity of the sensations she was experiencing. Each new zenith of rhapsody brought with it a new spike of desperation, however, and it was all she could do to hold her pee in.
At long last, the ride evened out and began its coast back into the loading/unloading zone. Angelica had probably reached climax multiple times on the coaster itself, and a new one had been building right up to the point of release when the buzzing had leveled off. Now it was keeping her at a low simmer, neither moving her toward release nor letting her body back down to earth. Her eyes were closed, and she didn’t dare move, since her pee was right up at the edge of her sphincter, eager for freedom. If the carriage could just stop and the vibrations go away, she could be all right—probably.
The seats came to a stop over the metal floor and descended for people to disembark. Angelica could feel her toes brushing the steel surface, and then the harnesses unlatched and swiveled upwards on their hydraulic springs. She waited for the vibration in the nut to die down to how it had been when she first got on the ride, but there was no change. It remained at its same low-level buzz, keeping her at a tantalized state right on the cusp of having another orgasmic wave crash over her. She held on to the sides of the chair, leaning forward, afraid to do anything else. All around her, she could hear the other park guests climbing out of their seats, laughing with post-adrenaline relief. If only that were the only kind of relief she needed. She sat there, even as she heard the gate opening for new people to get on the ride, with all manner of assorted sensations tumbling through her head—thoughts that were closer to individual stimuli than fleshed-out concepts. She was aware of her lips, then her breasts, then remembered her wet and full pants from when she first met Lily, then Brian’s smile, then the cold of her sodden shorts at the Davis household. Footsteps neared her—most likely someone who would tell her she had to leave—but it barely registered in the menagerie of variegated memories of sense churning in her brain as simultaneous pain and pleasure hovered at a crescendo in her crotch.
Angelica didn’t move from her seat. She sat there, eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard, biting her lip to keep from letting out a moan—or something else. She imagined Brian kissing her, holding her, caressing her…she remembered his smell…she remembered wearing his jacket, and how it felt like he was embracing her…and then she remembered the conditions under which she had been wearing his jacket. Her bladder was constricting in throbbing pulses as the nut continued its low-level vibration inside her, and she knew that if she tried moving right now, it would be all over. She didn’t know what to do, but she couldn’t move—not now, not like this!
She could hear a park employee’s voice in front of her, “Excuse me, miss? You need to get off the ride now.” Opening one eye, she saw a young man standing in front of her, eyes searching her face, likely trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Behind him and off to the side, Lily stood staring, waiting for her. The employee gently reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you out.”
Her own hand shaking, Angelica gingerly took hold of his. She was still hyperventilating, and she closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth, bracing herself for extrication. Slowly, she began to shift her weight to her feet. This was a delicate procedure. Already, even with her cautious movement, the nut’s vibration against her engorged womanhood made another moan slip embarrassingly out. She had to be careful not to move to quickly, or else…
Unfortunately for her, the park employee was oblivious to her predicament. As soon as Angelica had begun to move, he, most likely in an attempt to be helpful, took hold of her other arm with his free hand and pulled her up and out of the seat in one swift movement. Angelica gasped loudly, and then the sensation of the nut making one final rub as it slid across her clitoris and out from inside her caught up to her, and the mounting wave that had towered up and up and up finally crested.
Angelica screamed, against her will, drawing the attention of most of those who were still standing in line. Her head fell backwards and her legs buckled, unable to support her. Knees bent inwards, she staggered, collapsing against the employee, as pleasure once again washed over her, and then lost control of her bodily functions. Her sphincter gave way entirely, and her urine rushed out into her panties, which were already wet with a spurt of something else. Angelica hovered there, still supported by the bewildered employee, like a ragdoll pumped full of endorphins, and peed her pants.
Within seconds, her panties were completely saturated, and her urine spread out horizontally on either side of her crotch, darkening the fabric, before descending in an inverted triangle down her thighs. The wetness spread out on her butt as well, and in her semi-crouched position it formed a wide wet spot underneath her butt cheeks and spreading up between them. The warm flood continued down her legs in splashing, trickling streams which cascaded from the spandex fabric at the back of her thighs, under her butt, from the bottoms of her calves, and straight from her crotch.
The sheer bliss at the relief doubled her existing ecstasy and made her scream again. By this time, most of the people in line were pointing and chattering among themselves, some laughing, others scandalized. The employee holding her up didn’t know what to do, and simply stared down at her with his mouth open. Most people screamed while riding the roller coaster, and very occasionally some wet themselves, but he had never seen it happen after getting off. He didn’t realize that Angelica had just gotten off in a different sense altogether.
The pee kept flowing, completely uninhibited, spreading across the front and back of both legs until it met on the outside, making the blue spandex dark and shiny. As Angelica came down from her climax, the reality of what had just happened began to pierce the euphoric haze in her brain. Her already-red face turned an even deeper shade of red and she abruptly straightened herself up, supported on her own legs again, and looked down at herself. Her mind was clearer, but the aftershocks of her accidental orgasm were still at play in her body, and she was still breathing heavily. She began to shake uncontrollably as she tried in vain to cut off the flow. Even though she was very nearly empty, she had no power to staunch the release of her urine, and instead watched as the last few seconds of pee sprayed out into her panties, trickling out of her pants to splatter in the large puddle around her feet, tinkling and spreading across the diamond plate steel floor.
Even after finishing, Angelica kept staring at her mess for a few seconds more, as the final vestiges of urine dripped from the legs of her pants into her warm and wet tennis shoes. She raised her head, her face red and her mouth wide, to see the crowd of park visitors in line all staring at her and snickering to each other. Then she turned and faced the park employee, who was still holding her hand. He looked almost as uncomfortable as she was and swallowed, his eyes wide open, then quickly dropped her hand as if it were a live wire. Angelica tried to move her mouth into words, but all that emerged were half-formed stammers. Suddenly, she remembered Lily, and quickly glanced over to where Lily had been standing by the exit. Lily was still there, but her face was white as she beheld Angelica's accident. Their eyes connected, and then Lily bent over with a jump, biting her lip and jamming a hand in between her thighs. She then turned and jogged briskly out the exit door, still holding herself.
A voice from her other side snapped Angelica’s attention immediately around. It was a middle-aged man wearing a Firefly Thrills polo shirt, most likely a supervisor. “Are you all right, young lady?” Both his tone and face conveyed an overlap of concern with suspicion. Angelica looked down at herself again, brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and lifted one leg to shake out the golden drops that still clung to the fabric, making a sparkling shower and sending ripples through her puddle again. She knew her face was still beet red, and also guessed that the supervisor thought she may be drunk or high. She raised her head again, but didn’t make eye contact as she responded. “I…I’m…I’m fine. I just…I need, I need…to, to go.” She looked back at the supervisor’s face with a look of guilty embarrassment, then turned to follow after Lily. Her wet pants were feeling chilly, and they chafed as her thighs rubbed back and forth, making nasty squelching sounds. Her squishy wet socks felt gross and uncomfortable, but the worst thing of all, of course, was that she was in the middle of a packed amusement park in broad daylight. There was no hiding what had happened.
A single tear slipped down her cheek and she brushed it away with the back of her hand. As she made her way down the painted steel walkway back into the general park area, she contemplated what had just happened. Yes, she had wet her pants, again, after only a month since her last accident. Yes, of course, it was enormously humiliating. Yes, the same unfortunately familiar sensations brought back all the unfortunately familiar emotions. And yet—and yet she felt oddly…satisfied. The tear she had shed was almost a formality. She thought back to what had happened to her while on the roller coaster and tried to make sense of it. What was this new world of dazzling and terrifying delight that she had fallen into? What did it all mean? Conflicting feelings collided inside her. True, she had peed herself in front of a crowd, but at the same time she had been transported to blissful rhapsodies she didn’t know existed. Mortification weighed heavy on her, but brought with it a sense of impishness, of naughtiness, of the glee of getting away with something forbidden. She thought of being a little child and getting spanked for having an accident. What would it be like…if she were to get spanked…now?
Angelica paused on the empty walkway and stood still for a few seconds. Then, with a bizarre boldness, she bent forward somewhat, causing her rear end to protrude slightly, then placed one hand on it, feeling the dampness. After tracing the edge of the wet spot with her fingers, she lifted her hand and brought it back down. It gave a sharp little splat as it made contact with the sodden fabric stretched across her backside, but didn’t really hurt. Pulling her hand back again, she once more gave herself a smack, this time harder. Then again. Then again. It felt strangely good. She deserved this, after all. She had wet her pants, gone pee-pee in her panties like a little baby, so now she got a spanking.
A sudden jolt of realization as to what she was doing burst in upon her brain, and she straightened up like a lightning rod, pulling her hand away from her butt and looking over her shoulders to make sure no one had seen. She then resumed her walk, though at a brisker pace than before. What had just happened? She felt even more embarrassed by what she had just done than by peeing her pants. Well, maybe not, but close. But now a cause of worry had entered her mind. Could it be?…it couldn’t, no, no way…was it, though?…could it be that she actually, in a way…enjoyed wetting herself?
She didn’t want to think about that. Best she just go find Lily and then—well, she would have to figure out what to do at that point. But first, find Lily. Angelica finished making her way down the inclined walkway, took a deep breath, and then stepped out of her relative privacy into the bustling hubbub of the general amusement park. Now exposed, she concentrated on walking with head held high and arms crossed, her jaw rigid with forced indifference. The less attention she drew to herself, the better. Paradoxically, it seemed most people were too focused on where they themselves were headed to notice her, though of course she did see the occasional stare, the double take, the point out to someone else and laugh. She pretended not to care.
It didn’t help her to have no idea which way to go. Lily had simply run off, clutching herself, without any kind of clue as to where she would be. Angelica stopped for a moment to take in her surroundings and see if she could spot Lily’s familiar blonde hair. If Lily’s sympathetic spastic bladder had kicked in, then she had probably made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Angelica looked around for where those might be, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sunshine. Off to her right there was a refreshments kiosk, behind which there appeared to be a public toilet. That was as good a place as any to start.
As she neared, it became apparent that it was indeed a restroom. There was a line of five or six women standing outside the right-hand door, and third from the end was Lily’s telltale blonde ponytail and narrow frame. She was facing forward, away from Angelica, and apparently was still doing battle with her bladder. Although she no longer had her hand in her crotch, she was rubbing her thighs and rocking back and forth from foot to foot. Angelica stepped up to stand beside her, ignoring the stares and murmurs she got from the ladies behind Lily in line. She stood there sheepishly in silence, without announcing her presence to Lily, and spread her legs open slightly to try to let the material around her crotch dry.
Lily stood, bobbing and bouncing, for a few seconds before catching Angelica out of the corner of her eye. With a start, she turned towards Angelica, her face a mask of alarm. Angelica gave a weak smile and began to offer a “hi” when Lily looked down at her pants, then back up, eyes wide. She then grabbed her groin again and grimaced. Angelica’s smile fell, replaced by concern. She tilted her head to better see Lily’s face and asked, “Lil? What’s wrong?”
Lily’s expression was one of anguish. “Why’d you have to come over here, Angie? Why? I could—I could’ve made it…” Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whine, and she squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip and suppressing a groan. Just then, Angelica heard a pshhh and looked down at Lily’s crotch. Within a second, a wet stain spread out from around her hand, darkening the yellow fabric in a five-inch spot before stopping.
Lily’s leak seemed to jolt her to urgency, and she shoved her other hand between her thighs as well, clenching for all she was worth. Her eyes flew open, darting about wildly in a panic. Angelica watched Lily’s plight with an open mouth, unsure of what to do. Lily was doing a full-on potty dance as she blurted out to the women in front of her, “Excuse me, but can I cut in front of you? It’s really an emergency—I don’t think…I can hold it…” Two of the three women in front of her turned around at this, but before either of them could so much as begin to answer, Lily gave out a guttural moan and doubled over.
Angelica heard the hissing sound resume, but louder this time. Lily’s hands were both between her legs, and from Angelica’s position, she had a clear view of Lily’s butt, with her fingers sprouting from the crotch and stretching out over her upper thighs. Within moments, dark wetness blossomed out from Lily’s hands in a mesmerizingly captivating spectacle. It covered her bottom in a round oval, then split into multiple channels of golden liquid, each one spreading its glistening stain over the cloth, darkening the fabric underneath. The pee then began to pour out from the cuffs of Lily’s shorts on both sides in sparkling cascades. Lily stood still, unable to move as she peed herself, while the other women in line watched, giving murmurs of awkward sympathy. Since Lily’s rear end was still sticking out, some of her urine trickled down her smooth legs into her sandals, but most of it splattered out noisily behind her, splashing on the pavement and rapidly forming a puddle. The lady directly behind her gave a tiny gasp and stepped back to keep from getting peed on.
Angelica watched all of this in guilty discomfort. She knew that it was watching her have an accident that made Lily need to go so urgently, but in the swirl of thoughts and emotions on the walk over here, she had forgotten about it. If she had been more mindful, she would have let Lily use the bathroom before catching up to her. So was it her fault, then? This was just like when they first met, only of course, now she knew better. Oops. Standing there stiffly, she shifted her weight to one leg and lolled her tongue inside her cheek uncomfortably while waiting for Lily to finish peeing in her pants. By this time, the women in front of Lily had noticed that Angelica’s pants were also wet and one offered her place in line to go clean up. She merely shook her head in response.
After about twenty seconds, Lily’s stream died down, leaving only the last remnants of urine dripping from her shorts. With a deep breath, she slowly stood up straight and then removed her hands one at a time from her crotch. As she did so, they released a final spattering of pee out to splash down over her feet. She stared at her wet hands in disgust before wiping them off as best she could on the little dry space that remained on the hips of her shorts.
Angelica felt bashful, knowing that Lily only had an accident because of her. At the same time, though, she had to admit to herself that it did feel a little better not being the only one. Did that make her a bad friend? She tried to tell herself that it didn’t, if for no other reason than that they had shared pee accidents enough times in the past. Still, she knew deep down that that was a flimsy excuse, and so she weakly placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder and spoke up in a small voice, “Hey, uh, Lil, how about we just go home?” It was a poor effort at conciliation.
Lily was still looking down at herself in repulsion. After a moment, though, she lifted her head and made eye contact with Angelica again. When she spoke, her tone was somewhat softer, but still with a slight detectable edge. “Angie, you made me wet my pants.”
Angelica swallowed, not knowing how to respond. Eventually, with a lame smile, she answered with a simple “Sorry?”
~Aftermath~
Now that Lily too was wet, both girls reconsidered the offer to cut the line to clean up. They spent about fifteen minutes inside, cleaning off their legs and getting all the drips out of their pants and underwear the best they could. Naturally, there was nearly nothing they could do about reducing the obviousness of the stains, and so Lily agreed to Angelica’s earlier proposal of simply calling it a day and heading out.
The walk back to the entrance of the park was a silent and self-conscious one. It seemed that somehow, seeing two people who had peed themselves attracted people’s attention more than seeing just one. One overweight man, likely in his mid-twenties, jokingly asked in passing, “Got a little too excited, huh?” before continuing on his way with a bellowing laugh, and a short time late a little girl pointed and said loudly to her mother, “Look, mommy, those two women wet their pants!” before being quickly shushed. Angelica glanced over at Lily, who was looking down as she walked, her face red. She put her arm around Lily’s shoulder, giving her a slight smile as she made eye contact. Lily returned the smile, and then Angelica held out her arm for Lily to link hers with, which she did for the remainder of their walk.
Back out in the parking lot, they were faced with the problem of how to keep from getting the seats wet. This was Angelica’s parents’ car—she was still looking for one of her own—and ever since the incident the previous month in Patrick’s car, the last thing she wanted was a reason to make her things more awkward between her and her mom. Patrick had said he would take care of cleaning the seat and for her not to worry about it, but she was pretty sure he had told their mom about it, and ever since then, her mom had been dropping subtle hints about maybe going to a doctor to get checked out. Angelica didn’t know which would be more embarrassing—having her mother think that she had some kind of medical condition, or admitting to her that no, these accidents were just good, old-fashioned, couldn’t-hold-it-any-more pants wettings.
After digging around for a little bit, the best they could find were some fast-food napkins stuffed in the glove compartment. It was a scant solution, but better than nothing. It took a few minutes for them to devise the best distribution for maximum coverage, and once done, they needed to stay very still to stay exactly on top of the tiny areas of absorption.
Since they still hadn’t had lunch, Angelica suggested they go by a drive-thru on their way back, her treat. Lily gratefully accepted, not seeming upset at Angelica anymore. They found a Jack-in-the-Box only a few minutes away, drove to it, and ordered two combo meals, then consumed them hungrily in the parking lot in the privacy of the car.
Once they had finished eating, they began the drive back. It was about an hour’s drive, and the girls were both in better spirits now, and so they spent the time in fun conversation, making jokes, singing together, and such. At one point, Angelica’s phone buzzed with a text. She opened it, saw it was from Brian, and texted off a quick response.
“You know, Angie, you shouldn’t be texting while driving.” Lily’s voice had a playful sternness to it that Angelica knew was meant to mimic her own voice.
She blushed a little. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.”
Lily gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Hmm…I wonder who would be important enough for my straight-arrow friend Angie to be texting back even when she shouldn’t be? Let’s see—survey says…Brian?” She stretched the last word out in a gooey tone.
Angelica rolled her eyes and blushed more. “Yes, you got me.” She had naturally told Lily about the developments there, with Lily giving her full support, as any best friend would. Lily demonstrated it now, giggling and kicking her legs in excitement.
As quickly as her mirth had begun, however, it died away, a look of concern on her face as she stared out the windshield. Angelica knew what had caused it. In front of them, the theretofore relatively clear traffic came to a sudden grinding halt. There were bumper-to-bumper brake lights in front of them, as far as they could see. Angelica sighed. She hadn’t expected this much backup. In addition, she could feel slight consternation nosing its way into her head, as the water and combo drink from earlier were working their way through her, and she was starting to need to go to the bathroom again. She looked over at Lily, wondering if she were feeling the same urges. But after what had happened in the park, she knew better than to mention it.
As it turned out, she didn’t need to. After no more than five minutes in the jam, with excruciatingly little progress made, Lily spoke up. “I need to pee.” It was a simple enough statement, but Angelica knew her well enough to detect the nigh-imperceptible tremor in her voice. What it meant was “and we should find a place where I can do that, pretty soon.” She also knew better than even to agree, knowing that once Lily knew someone else was in the same boat, it would only make her have to go even more. So instead, she gave a noncommittal “mhm.”
Their conversation continued, but Angelica could tell it was less lively than before. As the minutes passed by, and her own bladder refilled, she could also gauge Lily’s need by how much less she spoke. After another fifteen minutes, in which they had maybe gone one and a half miles, Lily groaned and crossed her legs. She looked over to Angelica and whined, “Angie, I reeeally have to go. Can’t we find someplace?”
Angelica grimaced awkwardly. The next exit was in about three miles, and if their rate of travel stayed the same, they wouldn’t reach it for close to another half an hour. She shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, Lil, but we probably can’t for at least another thirty-five to forty minutes. Do you think you can wait that long?” Immediately after saying it, she wondered why she had bothered to ask that last question. It wasn’t as if they had an alternative option in case Lily couldn’t wait.
Lily merely responded with another groan, shifting around in her seat, despite the careful arrangement of napkins under her. Angelica looked over at her in compassion, empathizing with her as her own tank filled. She wasn’t feeling as desperate as Lily, but she was having a difficult time ignoring it now. Since Lily wasn’t up for conversation much, she decided to try to take her mind off it by going back to texting Brian.
They continued, with short periods of advancing followed by longer ones of sitting still, during which Angelica would continue her phone dialogue and do her best to console Lily. Another fifteen minutes went by, during which Lily had whined and groaned more, lamenting the slowness of traffic and the quantity of her urine. She had also leaned forward in her seat and put her hands in her crotch, and she was now rocking slightly, giving whimpers through clenched teeth. Angelica figured it probably would be best for her to take a break from texting to be there for her friend. Dropping the phone in her lap, she turned to Lily. “You can make it, Lil. You’re gonna be okay.” Lily didn’t reply.
Of course, Angelica had her doubts about whether Lily would indeed be okay or not. As she watched her best friend struggle with her full bladder, her thoughts began to wander. She knew what Lily was going through, thinking back to when she herself had had an accident a couple of years earlier, at the harvest festival. In fact, knowing what it felt like was an instrumental reason why the two of them were friends now. But at the harvest festival—that had happened in front of Brian. And here she was, years later, still in touch. Were the two connected somehow? A full bladder and attraction to Brian?
And now her mind drifted back to her experience on the roller coaster and immediately afterward. Her thoughts had been flooded with those images of him, right before her pants had been flooded with her pee. And then on the walkway… She didn’t know what it all meant, but as her urge to pee increased now, and seeing Lily’s do the same, and the texts from Brian came in, she could feel a new moistness in her panties.
Then, with no warning, her bladder suddenly contracted, releasing a short spurt of urine out, rewarming the area around her private parts. She gasped, leaned forward, and quickly used her free hand to grab her crotch. It had just been a small leak and was quickly cut off, but it had come as a surprise. And, unfortunately, it had not gone unnoticed by Lily.
Lily had turned toward Angelica when she had first leaked, and now her face went red. She bit her lip with a moan, then said, in a small and shaky voice, “I’m sorry, Angie. I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” Then she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “I’m going to wet my pants…oh my gosh, I’m going to wet myself…” A second after that, the telltale hiss began, and Angelica watched, transfixed, as Lily’s yellow shorts once again sprouted a dark patch, the wetness spreading rapidly across her thighs even as she continued to hold herself. She knew that there was no way the napkins under Lily’s butt would be enough to protect the seat, and she wondered how much it cost to get the seats cleaned—and if her mom would ever let her borrow the car again.
Witnessing her friend’s loss of control, however, only amplified her own need—and strangely, simultaneously increased the excitement she was feeling in her privates. She had to stay in control, though. She couldn’t let a repeat of what had happened earlier occur. It didn’t help that her panties had gotten all warm around her sensitive spot from her leak earlier. Then she realized that she was still holding herself, and that the whole time she had been, her phone had still been in her lap. It was now pressed up against her groin by her hand.
And then, it buzzed.
Angelica gasped and gripped herself harder. It was probably another text from Brian. But it had vibrated right up against her clitoris, just like the roller coaster, and now her excitement was building, and she had to focus on holding her pee…
And then the phone buzzed again.
She knew that if the phone weren’t right in her crotch, she would be fine. But she had to keep holding herself, afraid to remove her hand—yet the harder she held herself, the more she was pushing the phone deeper into her most sensitive area…
And the phone buzzed again.
She was breathing harder now, and her face was flushed. All the same sensations from earlier were reappearing, and her bladder was tightening. She needed to hold on…but at the same time, she needed it to continue… She looked over at Lily, who was still clenching tightly. She had seemed to get her pee under control again, though there was clearly a wet puddle around her rear end. Angelica thought of her own rear end, and the punishment she had given herself on the walkway…
And then the phone buzzed harder.
It was a phone call, Angelica knew. She leaned forward, gripping herself even harder, as the vibrations built a tower of euphoria that was about to crash on top of her. A moan escaped her lips, making Lily turn a face of bewilderment on her. She could hear Lily’s voice, “Are you okay, Angie?” but she was unable to answer. Instead, another moan came out, this time louder, as the buzzing continued. Her pee was at the very cusp of escaping all over the seat, but she imagined it was Brian calling her, and in a way, it felt as if he were doing this to her. Her moans grew faster along with her breathing, and the phone kept buzzing, and the ecstasy was mounting, and she was about to pee her pants again…
No, no, no!
And she imagined Brian spanking her…
Yes, yes, yes!
And then it burst out, on both ends. She screamed out a “YES!” as the wave of pleasure crested and overwhelmed her. Her body was not her own anymore, held captive instead to the dazzling exhilaration washing over her. She threw herself back into the seat, her breaths short grunts as she twitched and shook, and she no longer had any control over her bladder.
Lily hadn’t understood the force of the answer to her question, but then, watching Angelica’s bizarre seizure, she too heard a loud hiss and stared in shock as Angelica’s jeggings quickly went dark around the crotch again. Unlike her own loss of control, which she had tried to fight and eventually successfully curtailed, Angelica seemed to not even notice her own. Her urine sprayed out loudly, spreading around her hand and down her thighs, rapidly puddling around her butt and even dripping over the sides of the chair. Lily stared in horror as she noticed that Angelica was still holding her phone with the hand between her thighs, and it was getting thoroughly drenched. She was panting and bright red, barely able to focus on the road as she went to the bathroom in her pants, completely soaking the seat.
Unfortunately, this was all too much for Lily. She had barely been able to get herself under control before the mess had gotten too big—she hoped—but now that Angelica was totally wetting herself, there was no way she could hold back any longer. With a “no!” her own floodgates reopened, and her butt went warm again, then hot, her pee spraying out from her crotch across her thighs and making her own puddle extend to the edge of the seat to drip down the front as well. She too had a total loss of bladder control and wet herself for another thirty seconds, until she was completely empty.
Angelica by now had been coming down from her high, her second unintentional orgasm of the day. She pushed a strand of hair off her sweat-streaked forehead and lifted her dripping phone out from where it had taken its golden shower. Turning on the screen, she saw that the phone call had not been from Brian after all, but from her mom. So too had been the text messages. They read,
Angelica, when do you think you’ll be back?
I want to see about setting up a
doctor’s appointment for you.
I’m concerned about you, baby girl.
She dropped her phone back into her puddle in resignation. Just great. As the last of her climax died down inside her, she wondered how she could possibly get out of it now, coming home with two massive pee puddles in the seats. At least this traffic would provide ample time to think of something. |
After a long wait, I present to you chapter 6, part 1.
Chapter 6: Graduation (Part 1)
The auditorium was abuzz with the dull din of anticipatory conversation, as hordes of proud parents, excited older siblings, and bored younger siblings chatted spiritedly amongst themselves, along with the assorted friends and occasional faculty member. The ceremony was to begin in only a few more minutes, and most all of the seats were filled, with only the occasional last-minute straggler still trying to find a spot.
Angelica sat by herself in the center section and turned the program over in her hands. On the front there read, in official-looking if somewhat generic calligraphic font surrounded by scrollwork, “Welcome to Theodore Roosevelt High School’s Sixty-Third Annual Graduation Ceremony.” She opened the first flap of the trifold with beaming admiration to see, once again, the name listed underneath those of the various staff in leadership positions: “Lily Catherine Wells – Valedictorian.”
Folding her hands and the program in her lap, Angelica leaned back in her chair with a contented smile. She had known that Lily was in the running for valedictorian this past year and had been working really hard to try to achieve it. Evidently, all that effort had paid off. There was an insert in the program listing out all of the graduates, and Angelica had guessed there were probably nearly three hundred of them—and Lily had managed to beat them all out. Atta girl! It was especially impressive considering that Lily had never been, shall we say, the most studious of people. Angelica was much closer to what would be considered an ideal student, and she hadn’t been valedictorian or even salutatorian at her high school graduation. She tried to console herself by reminding herself that her class had been larger—nearly eight hundred—but a tiny spark of jealousy still remained. Shifting in her seat in irritation, she tried to squelch it. Not everything was about her, after all, and this was Lily’s moment.
She wished she could’ve worn something nicer. As it was, though, enrolled now in a state university studying business, she didn’t have many options to choose from, leaving her now in her Little Black Dress with a small clutch and two-strap pumps, her brown hair drawn up in a simple French roll that she had invested a lot more time in than could be told from the end result. She wanted Lily to be able to see her when she gave her valedictory address, though of course, more importantly, she wanted to be able to see Lily.
She shifted again in her seat. The dress was not the most comfortable, but she also was beginning to wish she had used the restroom before the ceremony. Looking back over her shoulder, she tried to gauge if there were enough time to slip out and back in, but it didn’t look likely. She faced forward again. It looked as though she would just have to wait.
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Lily stood in line with the rest of her class, trying to keep her butterflies to a minimum. In her sweaty hand was a packet of papers, well worn with being folded and unfolded again and again. Her notes for her address. She swallowed, suppressing a nervous yawn, as she went over the address in her mind again. She and her parents had been overjoyed at the news of her achieving valedictorian, and she had spent hours writing and rewriting her speech, making sure it had a good flow, conveyed a message, encapsulated the spirit and tenor of their class, and yet was unique, all while staying under the maximum word count. All in all, it had been exhausting.
Fellow senior students all around her were happily conversing with each other, adjusting their gowns and caps and tassels, applying last-minute makeup, and taking selfies. Tears were being shed as kindred spirits made promises of everlasting friendship, couples kissed, and visions for the future were discussed. Some of those visions were decidedly shorter-term than others, consisting of the various parties being planned for that evening, once the official events concluded. Lily herself had been invited to a party at Aaron Donohue’s house, which was pretty cool, since she wasn’t usually invited to anyone’s house for anything, except Angelica’s. For now, though, she was simply focused on the ceremony itself.
Far ahead of her position in line, she could see Mrs. Thatch, the event coordinator, give an exaggerated hand gesture to indicate that it was time. A few final hugs were given before the lines of graduates fell into place, their glowing faces unable to hide their pride in this moment. A few seconds later, the tell-tale strains of “Pomp and Circumstance” drifted out into the atrium, growing suddenly in volume a moment later as the doors were opened and the sounds from inside the auditorium flooded their ears. The lines moved reverently, yet quickly enough for the whole class to be able to enter and find their seats on time.
Since her last name began with a W, Lily was near the end. She steadied her breathing to try to get any stage fright jitters out and once more went over the structure of her address mentally. It was difficult, however, as her attention wandered, wondering who would be there for her in the audience. Obviously her parents, and some of her aunts and uncles had come, and Angelica was going to be there, but that was about all. Lily didn’t have very many friends apart from Angelica, owing at least in part to the fact that she had what was called a “sympathetic spastic bladder,” making her prone to severe bladder urges and incontinence when exposed to suggestions of needing to pee. Angelica was one of very few people who didn’t seem to mind, possibly in part because she had shared in a number of Lily’s accidents. Now the two were best friends, and a friendship like that was hard to find.
Lily squeezed her hands into fists as hard as she could, then released, trying to get the fidgetiness out. She remembered reading somewhere, though she couldn’t remember where, that doing that made your hands stay still because it squeezed the blood out, making them feel more tired. Her hands didn’t feel any more tired now, but it was still worth a try. She brushed her blonde bangs behind her ears, her hair having recently been done in a bob cut for tonight. Her lips suddenly felt cracked, and she was about to get some Chapstick before she thought better of it. Weren’t you not supposed to put Chapstick over lipstick? That was probably right. It was just nerves making her mouth feel dry. She gave another yawn.
Unfortunately, her anticipation was also brewing another sensation, this one further down. What with all the excitement and hubbub of getting ready to walk out, she realized that she had never gotten a chance to use the bathroom. She hadn’t been able to stand still long enough to notice, but now the feeling of a filling bladder was undeniable. Great. The ceremony looked to be about an hour and a half long, all told, where she’d be stuck sitting in one of the front rows, with no way out.
A sudden sense of mild panic hit her. If she needed to go now, how would she be faring an hour from now? She had never been very good at ignoring her bathroom needs, not to mention as time went on it could only get worse. She turned her head to look behind her, scanning for a nearby restroom. Maybe she could quickly jump out of line to pee and be back before anyone missed her? But…no, that was out of the question, as the line’s backwards-moving separation was only about twenty more people in front of her. It would be her turn in no more than half a minute.
Sure enough, in just about thirty seconds, Billy Walsh stepped out from in front of Lily, and it was her turn. Taking a deep breath to quell her nerves, she forced a smile on her face and began a confident pace, making sure not to walk too quickly. She had to resist the urge to look around in the audience, instead focusing on the back of Billy’s head as they progressed down the aisle. Sir Edward Elgar’s strains floated like velvet in the air around her, and her artificial smile was rapidly replaced with a genuine one as the celebration of her achievement was now realized.
She completed the walk up to the front rows reserved for the graduating class and slid in between the seats to find her place. Once the final few students after her had filled out the row, the vice principal gave a small nod from behind the lectern, signaling the students to be seated. Lily smoothed her gown in the back and sat. The moment had arrived, and nothing could dampen her enthusiasm. If only she didn't have to pee.
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Angelica applauded ardently as she watched Lily march determinedly down the aisle and to her seat, never turning her head to look around her. As the rest of the graduates after her filed into the row and the entire graduating body sat down, a sense of satisfaction settled in Angelica’s chest, similar to the kind of feeling one would have when watching a play that a friend is starring in. She casually crossed one leg over the other and repositioned her clutch next to her hip. As the music faded, the vice principal spoke into the microphone, her voice crisp with authoritative professionalism, welcoming all the guests to the event and expressing her pride for the graduates on their accomplishment. Angelica watched the proceedings with a smile resting contentedly on one side of her face, occasionally looking over at the back of Lily’s head, wondering what she was feeling right then.
As the vice principal finished her introductory remarks, Angelica knew what she herself was feeling. Her bladder was giving off tingling sensations, trying to get her attention. She thought back to when she had been getting ready for tonight, and the large cup of decaf tea she had drunk to try to relax her excitement, not to mention the water bottle she’d had on the drive out. No wonder she was filling up as fast as she was. Crap. But she knew that the bladder sends off more urgent messages that faster it fills, even if the actual quantity of urine is still negligible. As long as she could quell her nerves and wait it out, she would probably be fine. She would just have to keep telling herself that she didn’t really have to go that badly. At the moment, though, it was providing her with increasing discomfort.
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Fifteen minutes into the ceremony, the guest speaker, a local business owner who had graduated from TRHS, was well underway in his address to the graduates. Lily knew that this was the kind of thing that she should be listening to, to glean life advice from for her future. There were only two problems. The first was that he was pretty boring to listen to. All around her she could feel the sullen listlessness of her fellow classmates, many of whom were just wanting to get past the uninteresting parts so they could celebrate afterwards, and a few of whom probably had to go to the bathroom.
Which was the second problem. As Lily’s bladder kept filling, it was making it more and more difficult to focus on anything else. She thought of all the water she had drunk beforehand, while getting ready, and inwardly berated herself. She should have known better. She, of all people, should have known better. She shifted in her chair, attempting to find a position that would help her take her mind off it. This didn’t really work, and so she kept fidgeting, repositioning her legs every few seconds, until Billy turned his head on her left and gave her an icy stare. She stopped moving after that, trying instead to use simple willpower to ignore her filling tank. She recalled hearing about people that are on their way to use the bathroom and then get distracted by something and forget they have to go. The concept seemed inconceivable to her.
Opening her program, she quickly glanced at the order of events. After the keynote speaker, there was going to be a brief (hopefully) message from the principal, then special music, and then her speech. Unfolding her notes again, she tried to subtly refresh herself on them again. Her brain felt like a sieve, unable to retain what she’d written down. Was it just from public speaking jitters? Or was it because she needed to pee, kind of badly now? She leaned forward, forcing herself to focus on the words, and also trying to suppress the pain that was starting to be felt in her bladder. Hopefully it was just due to stage fright and once she was actually up there it would die down. She hoped, at least.
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Angelica was sitting in what certainly must have looked like an uncomfortable position, a slight grimace on her face. All that liquid from earlier was being processed all too efficiently by her kidneys, and she was definitely feeling the effects. Her bladder was hurting now, sending icy tendrils of aching pain throughout her abdomen. If only she had peed earlier! Couldn’t she just go now? Just slip out and come back? But no—she didn’t want to be the one to have to obviously and awkwardly shuffle out in front of the whole audience, who would all know where she was going. Besides, she was in control. She took a deep breath and told herself as much. She needed to prove to herself, and to her mother, that she wouldn’t lose bladder control.
To her mother? How had that idea risen in semi-Freudianesque fashion to her consciousness? As uncomfortable as it made her to admit it to herself, she knew that ultimately it was true…but she didn’t want to think about it right now. Straightening in her chair, she pushed it back down into the recesses of her mind and swallowed.
At long last, the uninspired guest speaker closed his cookie-cutter address, and Angelica clapped limply before consulting her program. The principal would speak, then music, then Angelica’s valedictory address, then the receiving of the diplomas. She pushed a loose strand of hair out of her eyes and sighed. It certainly wasn’t going to be over anytime soon, so she would have to ignore her bladder until it got the message and quieted down. She could do it. It would be unpleasant, but she could do it. Setting her face like a slate back up toward the stage, she dug in the heels of her willpower for the long haul.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was relieved—though not in the way she needed—that the principal’s few words were indeed few. He couldn’t have been up there for more than two or three minutes by the time he concluded his paternal guidance and returned to his seat. Lily felt a twinge of disappointment in herself. It was clear that their principal cared about them deeply, but she couldn’t recall a thing of what he’d just said to them. Her mind was too occupied with needing to go to the bathroom.
Something similar to panic began to eat its way into her mind, and she knew she couldn’t give in. “Fear is the mind-killer.” Who said that? She couldn’t remember, but she was sure she had heard it somewhere before. It was true. If she gave in to her fear, there was no way she would be able to give her speech in the way she planned—much less hold her pee until finding a toilet. She squeezed her hands in tight fists again and tried to remember all the little tips she had been told in speech and acting classes for mitigating nerves. She took a deep breath in and let it out through her nose. She tickled the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Just stay calm.
The special music was beginning, a quartet of four girls from the graduating class singing “Defying Gravity” from Wicked. The individual singers were mediocre at best, but their harmony was enchanting, and for a brief moment Lily’s plight was forgotten. Their voices filled the air, rousing the otherwise somnolent audience, and injecting fresh resolve into Lily. Once they were finished, it would be her turn, she would deliver her address well, and then her nerves would go away and she would be fine until the end of the ceremony. A tiny smile appeared on her face. She too could defy gravity, which in this case was the inexorable pull of her full bladder. The panic from earlier was gone. Nothing was going to bring her down.
~*~*~*~*~
At this point, Angelica was beginning to be severely worried. Time continued to pass, but the pain in her bladder was only increasing. Slight beads of sweat stood out on her head as she considered her options. She really, really should just get up and go, but Lily was about to give her speech, and there was no way she could miss that!
She crossed her legs in as dignified a fashion as she could and tried to press her hands into her lap in a manner that wasn’t too obvious. That helped somewhat, but of course she was still in pain, and genuine fear was starting to crack through the surface of her mind. She ran her tongue nervously over her lips. Short of actually peeing, she couldn’t think of anything else she could do that would ease her situation.
Just then, though, the special music finished, everyone clapped, and then the vice principal returned to the podium to announce the valedictorian. Angelica burst into applause as she saw Lily stand and make her way up to the stage and the podium, methodically unfold her notes, and begin. It was evident that she was nervous, as her voice had a slight involuntary tremble to it, but the audience and Angelica were giving her their full attention. Although she still really had to go, Angelica was grateful that she was nonetheless able to focus well enough on Lily’s address. It started off somewhat clunkily, despite Lily’s best preparations, but Angelica told herself that once Lily found her groove, it would smooth out. Still, Lily did seem oddly…distracted.
~*~*~*~*~
This wasn’t going as well as Lily had hoped. When her name had been mentioned, she had felt a sudden surge of urgency in her bladder, just as she had guessed she would. The problem was that her theory about it merely being due to stage fright didn’t seem to be supported by the evidence. Ever since she had gotten up to the podium and begun her meticulously prepared address, her bladder’s warning signals had not gone away or even reduced. She was now standing here, trying very hard to focus on her speech, while being absolutely desperate for a toilet. Her confidence from the special music had vanished. It was entirely up to her now.
She had hoped that once she got the first minute or so of the way into her notes, she would find her pace and continue from there. Heaven knew she had practiced it enough times. But the sharp, stinging pains from her lower abdomen and crotch were persistent, and she couldn’t concentrate. Her brain couldn’t process what she had written down, and it all just seemed like jumbled gibberish. Slowly, painfully, she eked her way through the first several minutes of what she had prepared, though it lacked all the verve, the punch, the rhythm that she had wanted. Her intended intonations fell flat, and her planned hand gestures fell by the wayside. She tried to wiggle discreetly, anything to take the focus off her bulging bladder. Her lips felt dry.
Looking down over the audience, she spotted Angelica, sitting in the middle, several rows behind the graduates. Angelica was watching her with a face of intense emotion, though Lily couldn’t quite decipher what emotion it was. She knew, though, that her best friend was there to support her, and she wanted to be able to impress—Angelica, her parents, her class, the audience, and herself. In any other situation, she would have been, no doubt. The problem was that she needed to pee quite badly, and it was hurting more and more.
By now Lily was finding it nearly impossible to stand still. She rocked back and forth from foot to foot as subtly as she could, hoping it would just look like public speaking jitters to the audience. She looked back down to her notes, wishing she could cross her legs over each other. “Um, yes. Find that…hrm…that spark of purpose, of direction. Hold on tightly to it. Hold on…as tightly…as you can.” As she said this, she could feel her urine try to make a break for the exit, and it took everything in her power to keep from grabbing her crotch. Instead, she leaned forward, sticking her butt out, and gripped the edge of the podium until her knuckles turned white. “Hold on tight! Hold on tight and don’t let go!” By now she had gone off her notes, launching instead into a desperation-fueled soliloquy.
“Even when you feel like you’re near the breaking point”—she paused to stifle a groan—“keep pressing on. Keep holding on. Just keep holding on…” She bit her lip again, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead, as she squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could. “Just keep holding on! No matter what! You’ve got to hold it—um, hold on!” The audience by now was sitting up, their attention revitalized by the vigor Lily was exuding. The passion was contagious, and Angelica found herself sitting on the edge of her seat in rapt attention. Her hands were still firmly folded in her lap, but Lily’s adjuration seemed to be working, and she could feel her willpower strengthening against the imminent deluge in her bladder.
Lily by now could feel her face growing warm and her voice quivering with adrenaline. She was fully caught up in her own enthusiasm. “There’s an ocean building inside you, trying to break free. Of, of potential. An ocean of potential. And it wants to be free. But you have to control it! You need to stay in control! Otherwise, it will just flood out like a tsunami, and destroy everything in its path.” She was vaguely aware that what she was saying didn’t make complete sense, but nobody seemed to notice. Evidently it was easier to catch people’s attention with stellar delivery than with meaningful content.
Interestingly enough, the more she spoke, the more she found herself captivated under the effects of her rhetoric, also. As she effused, she could feel herself regaining mastery of her body, and the panicky feelings from earlier began to abate. She could do this. She was actually doing it! A rush of power flushed through her, and her speech quickened as her voice grew louder. “Everyone will tell you it’s impossible. You may even think it’s impossible. But listen to me! Don’t sell yourself short! If you put your mind to it, and never, never give up, you can do the impossible!” This elicited several scattered cheers from the audience. They were hanging on Lily’s every word, entranced by her energy. Angelica raised her hands out of her lap to clap. Even though her bladder was still hurting, she was willing it into submission. This was new. How weird was it for Lily to be the one inspiring her to stay in control?
Lily could see the effect that her speech was having, and a genuine grin filled her face. This was her moment, her time to shine…and she was. Excitement amplified her existing adrenaline rush, and she gave a little laugh. It was as if her brain was firing its neurons at full capacity. Somehow, the electric atmosphere in the room was keeping her on a roll, and she could feel every sentence, every phrase, every inflection and hand gesture, all coordinate perfectly and weave together into a masterwork of speechcraft. She was almost entirely off notes by now, orating extemporaneously in a display of elocution that no one knew she had—least of all herself. But she couldn’t keep herself from smiling now, and so she dove in to ride the wave of inspiration.
Unfortunately, her increased excitement also had a physiological effect on her, and her full bladder began to tighten again in little pulses. She had to clamp her legs together as hard as she could, trying to keep from being distracted and losing her momentum. A vague memory of acting classes returned from the recesses of her mind: the admonition “use it!” She had never been very good at following that advice, but she did her best in this moment.
It seemed to work, as each new spike of ardor-induced desperation brought about a new forceful crescendo in her delivery, complete with its corresponding response from the audience. This, naturally, was well and good for a captivating valedictory address, but less so for quelling her urge to pee. Rather the opposite—it served only to make her all the more excited. She had gotten herself in a vicious cycle of a positive feedback loop, and she didn’t know how to break out of it. The only solution appeared to be ending the speech. That, or…but she couldn’t consider the other option.
At this rate, she was sure that nobody would mind or even notice if she went on for another ten minutes, but she was also sure that she wouldn’t make it that long. She needed to wrap it up, and quickly. Even now, in her spirited oration, she was still somewhat arched over. Her thighs were pressed firmly together, and she rocked back and forth slightly, rubbing them together as she did so. Oh, how she wished she could put a hand in her crotch…or better, just run off and use the bathroom! She just had to get through this, and then she could go…she could go…she could just go…no, not yet!
Lily’s bladder sent shooting pains through her, increasing in intensity and frequency. She was almost done with her address—she would just wrap up and then go pee. She could make it. She had to make it—she couldn’t wet herself on her graduation day, much less on stage! She tried her best to bring her speech to a close, finding herself biting her lip as the stinging in her groin rose sharply. Tension was working down into her thighs, and she began to bob up and down slightly, in spite of herself. “And so, to close,”—she suppressed a groan—“remember to never lose heart,”—she nearly lost control there, but she was so close! She had to make it—“never lose focus,”—yes, stay focused on holding it. Hold it, Lily, hold on!—“never lose faith,”—in a minute she would be able to finally release it all…release it all…just let it go…but no! No, not yet!
“never lose hope—”
But just then, an awful realization came over her. Her address was not the end of the ceremony. They had yet to receive their diplomas…and there were nearly three hundred graduates in total. It would be at least another half an hour.
“never lose hope!”
She tried to hold on, tried to tell herself that she could make it, just this once, please!
“Never lose hope!”
The last exhortation was uttered with such depth of pathos, such resoluteness of will, that the audience was spellbound. They half expected tears to begin to flow from her eyes in complete rhapsody of emotion. Lily, however, was moments away from an entirely different flow. She repeated the injunction more to herself than anyone else, lost in her own world—her own world where hope was rapidly dissipating.
Never lose hope!
But there was no hope…she couldn’t make it…
The auditorium was silent in anticipation as an indescribable expression passed over Lily’s face. It seemed to be one of serene resignation, the face of one transported beyond human suffering, like Joan of Arc’s from within the flame. Then, in a voice scarcely more than a whisper, she quietly breathed, “Thank you very much.”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause. Fellow classmates shouted and whistled, parents and faculty wiped away tears, and the hall rang with the exultation of the visitors as they rose to give Lily a standing ovation. Lily merely stood still, watching the crowd with a small smile on her face, almost as though she were evaluating their praise. Her eyes drifted slowly over the throngs of people with a searching gaze, impenetrable in its significance. To those who beheld it, it had the effect of only adding to the sense of mystical transcendence that Lily had just produced by her address. Even those who knew her best had never seen this side of her. Angelica clapped as loudly as she could, beaming with pride for her best friend, and shouted out, “Way to go, Lil!” She had been just as surprised as everyone else when Lily had apparently channeled the spirit of Demosthenes. As Lily remained at the podium now, however, wearing an inscrutable expression and not returning to her seat, Angelica contemplated it, slight misgiving forming in her mind. Was everything all right? But she immediately quashed the thought. It was an emotional day for Lily, surely that was all.
Had she been closer to Lily, however, she would have heard, just before Lily’s final words, a hissing coming from under her gown. Lily accepted her fate and peed herself on stage in front of several thousand people. Underneath her gown she was wearing a knee-length red dress, and underneath that, a pair of black panties, and as she lost control, she calmly straightened up and spread her legs to get as little fabric in the way as possible. Her pee instantly saturated her underwear before spraying through in a stream between her legs directly onto the floor. In a small mercy, the podium was positioned on the edge of the stage, which was covered by a strip of dark blue carpet. At least that would make the puddle less obvious.
The roar of the applause drowned out the dull thumping sound of the urine splashing in the carpet. Most of it went straight down onto the floor, where it splattered only slightly over her black flats, sparkling in the stage lights as it did so. As she continued peeing, several offshoots also started to run down the inside of her thighs, and she struggled to keep from noticeably wincing. True, her panties were soaked all around the crotch and partly up the back, but her dress still seemed to be dry, and her ankle-length robe hid nearly all of her accident. She couldn’t believe it. Here she was, wetting herself in front of an enormous crowd and getting away with it. The excitement and tension of the experience combined with the exhilaration of standing in front of an adulating crowd, making her pee even harder. Her urine jetted out of her crotch, thundering and pounding into the soaked carpet and spreading the squishy dark puddle out to nearly a foot in diameter.
Finally, after about ten seconds of unhindered urination, Lily was able to clench off the flow. As long as nobody noticed the puddle, she might now be able to last until the end of the ceremony. As the final drops dripped out from her underwear, and the last few trickles of pee snaked down her ankles into her shoes, she gave a little nod to the audience, gathered up her mostly-unused notes, and walked briskly—if a bit stiffly—down the steps and back to her seat. A tiny trail of droplets was left behind her as she walked, but it was small enough to be unnoticeable.
Once back at her seat, however, she was faced with the challenge of sitting back down. While standing, she could be relatively free from worry about any wetness showing through, but if she sat, her soaked panties would be pressed against her dress and robe, and who knows how much would show through? It was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. Standing in front of her place, she leaned over as discreetly as possible as if to scratch an itch on her leg. What she actually did, however, was shove her notes up the robe to act as a barrier between wet material and dry. Without any time or privacy to adjust her makeshift solution, however, she ended up pushing her dress up, nearly over her rear end, and sliding the notes underneath. The maneuver took only about two seconds before she sat down, as inconspicuously as possible, and tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. She could feel with some discomfort that the hem of her skirt was underneath her sopping bottom, between her underwear and notes, and was undoubtedly wet. She chewed on her lip, hoping it wouldn’t be too obvious. Not to mention that the suspense of being found out was making the rest of the contents of her bladder eager to be set free. As the fellow graduates on either side of her congratulated and high-fived her, she did her best to force a smile and sit still. She may have gotten her accident back under control, but she was still in the throes of desperation.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica was not in much of a better condition. Lily’s fervent display of earnestness from the stage had worked to keep her bladder in submission, but now that it was over, she was back to where she was before. Sitting again, she leaned forward, trying to clench her muscles without being too obvious. Her left leg was currently tightly crossed over her right, and she was afraid that anyone who happened to glance in her direction would be all too aware of her need for a toilet. Pulling out her program again, she removed the insert of the names of the graduates, breathing a sigh of impatience as she looked over the list. Two hundred and eighty-four of them. It would probably take at least thirty, if not forty minutes for the entire procession. She had to hold on. At least by now the vice principal was once again at the podium, about to announce the graduating class. Before speaking, however, she paused for a second or two, looking down at the floor, though Angelica couldn’t tell why. Couldn’t she get on with it, already? But then she raised her head again and announced, “Would the graduating class please stand.”
Two hundred and eighty-four red-robed adolescents rose to their feet. Lily was in the back row, and from where Angelica was sitting, she could clearly see Lily doing a weird in-place shuffle, shifting and fidgeting as if she were trying to subtly adjust her underclothes. She also seemed unable to stand very still, instead twisting back and forth and sometimes rocking from side to side. Did she also have to pee? If that were the case, then she’d be in the same predicament as Angelica herself, and possibly worse. Angelica would just have to be strong…for both their sakes.
Time seemed to stretch on towards infinity as the names were painstakingly tabulated. Angelica tried to keep her mind off her bladder by paying attention to the students being called and politely applauding, but after about thirty or forty instances of this, her general energy levels were drying up, and she offered little more than a few half-hearted claps for each unfamiliar name after another. It was sheer torture, marking progress through the entire class by counting down, inwardly rejoicing at each letter of the alphabet being ticked off. Now H, now I, no Js—thank goodness! She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she found it increasingly challenging to sit still. By the time the list had gotten to the Ss, she was rocking in place and bouncing her leg up and down. Her pee was making a visible bulge in her lower abdomen, and powerful stabbing pains were coursing through her. Gritting her teeth, she lightly dabbed her face with one hand to clear up the sweat that was breaking out. Her other hand was folded in her lap, pressing into her crotch as discreetly as possible. The list was close to three-quarters of the way done. She could make it. She had to make it.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily, meanwhile, was almost in tears. After initially standing, the entire graduating class except for the front row sat again, with each new row standing only as their turn came. Sitting was definitely preferable to standing, as far as maintaining control went, but when she had first stood up, her notes slipped out from under her gown onto the floor. Kristin Willis, who was on her right, gave her a quizzical stare at the sudden emergence of the papers, which Lily had apparently given birth to. Lily merely wordlessly scooped them up, blushing slightly and biting her tongue. The notes were ever-so-slightly damp, but the worst part was that she had accidentally hiked her dress up when sliding the notes up her gown, and now it was still bunched up around her waist. She had tried to adjust it inconspicuously, but to no avail. And then they had to sit again, and her wet panties were squeezed up against her red gown, with no barrier in between. She desperately hoped that the fabric of the gown would resist absorbing anything, but by far her biggest fear was that of not being able to hold in the rest of her pee until she could break away and relieve herself. The names went by, one after another, in an interminable procession. Lily was bent over in excruciating pain, chewing her lip, and clenching as hard as she could to stay in control. There were probably only about ten more minutes. She could hold it for that long. She had to.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica took in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and clenched her butt muscles. Reaching down with her free hand, she rubbed her thigh up and down, trying to relieve the tension. Her urine was pounding inside her, begging for release. It didn’t help that she had had multiple accidents of her own with Lily, and the recognition of this fact made warnings scream inside her brain, telling her it was better to be safe than sorry, to just rush out and use the bathroom before it was too late. Angelica was fully aware of these internal alarm bells, but she remained unmoved. She wasn’t even fully sure why. Why not just get up now and go? There was nothing stopping her. She tried to figure out her own subconscious thought processes. Was it just a form of hubris? Was it a fear that if she gave in to her bladder’s demands, she would lose all ability to stay in control until finding a toilet? Part of both?
Her memory of the previous summer resurfaced in her mind, unbidden. After she and Lily had returned from the amusement park, Angelica’s mom was nearly hysterical upon receiving the car back with two puddles of pee in the seats. This had led to a big argument, followed by several days of awkwardness between them, as Angelica had tried desperately to calm her mother’s anxieties and quell any notions of getting her seen by a specialist. She had insisted that she didn’t have any kind of bladder condition, and had proved it by staying dry since then, though her mother seemed to have a harder time letting it go, and had required that Angelica pay for half the cleaning bill for the seats—since it was half her mess. Angelica had reluctantly agreed, having no real excuse for why she shouldn’t take responsibility and ultimately just wanting to put the incident behind her.
Of course, it hadn’t helped that she had a whole new set of feelings to sort out at that time, ones that had remained dormant until then. She had been attracted to Brian, but it had been for her nothing more than emotional attraction—she liked him, she fancied him, she was in love with him…well, maybe not quite in love, but you get the idea. That kind of attraction. Then, out of nowhere, vibration in the right spot had unlocked Pandora’s box, releasing a brand new, thitherto unplumbed sphere of sexuality…and now her emotional draw had been involuntarily coupled with sexual desire. She had experienced some sexual fantasies and gratification, and the aftermath of it had left her feeling dirty and guilty. It was like a kind of mind-rape, non-consensual in nature, and replacing a healthy emotion—a longing for an actual human being—with a tawdry substitute, viewing Brian less as a fellow person and more as a means to an end of base and fleeting pleasure. She had put away those thoughts and not touched them again, and in an unfortunate outcome, she had inadvertently distanced herself from Brian as well. Her texting decreased, and they remained as surface-level friends. He still texted her sometimes, once even calling her, but her responses had been short enough to prevent anything further from developing. It remained one of Angelica’s greatest regrets.
All these thoughts tumbled through her head in a moment. Right now, of course, she was feeling her regret at not using a toilet earlier much more sharply. What had even brought up those memories? Oh, yes—it was the bizarre satisfaction that she had felt when her orgasm had led to an accident. Ever since then, she was afraid that if she peed her pants again, she might find that she enjoyed it. She wanted to prove to herself that it wasn’t true, that she was normal, that she wasn’t some kind of weirdo with a thing for not being potty trained. Of course having accidents in her pants wasn’t something she got pleasure out of, regardless of one isolated incident. That was ridiculous. Was it just peeing herself that did it, though? It was Brian, wasn’t it…and he wasn’t here now. He wasn’t here, and she wasn’t going to wet herself. She set her jaw and told herself firmly: she was not going to wet herself. For once, she would endure it.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. The row in front of her by now had stood up, meaning it couldn’t be any more than a few minutes until her turn to stand as well. The problem was that if she stood, she would be much less able to hold it, but on the other hand, if she leaked standing it would be much less obvious than if she leaked sitting. She was faced with a grueling catch-22, her prospects for making it out of this without humiliating herself rapidly dissipating. By now, she was focusing more on how to mitigate the damage than how to stay in control.
Rocking back and forth in her seat, her legs pressed together, she bit firmly on her lip and tried to stifle a whine. She squeezed her eyes closed as a spike of pain shot through her, causing two tears to slip out and down her cheeks. With the fingers of her left hand, she delicately wiped them away, being careful not to smudge her makeup. Her right hand was busy vigorously going back and forth between rubbing her thigh and pressing into her crotch. She just had to keep from totally losing control until the final few minutes of the ceremony were over. Right now, though, she was right on the brink of completely soaking her chair.
Unfortunately for her, Lily’s inability to sit still was becoming increasingly obvious, and she could hear the muffled whispers and snickers of the girls on her right. Lily herself was rigidly facing forward, trying to block out anything that would distract her from her mission to keep her sphincter tightly closed. She didn’t even care who saw at this point, as long as she could stay dry…or at least, get no wetter. But then she heard a whisper from her right as Kristin tried to get her attention. “Hey, Lily.” She didn’t respond or acknowledge it in any way.
Kristin tried again. “Lily.” She nudged Lily’s shoulder. “Pssst. Lily.”
The pssst was agony for Lily to hear. Clearly, the only way Kristin would shut up was if Lily answered. Turning her head only slightly, and not making eye contact, she whispered back, harshly, “What?”
More snickers. Then, “Are you, like, about to pee on yourself?”
Exactly what she didn’t need to hear. Biting her lip again, Lily moaned quietly, then replied, “Shut up!” She had to block this out.
She could hear Kristin’s obnoxious laughter again. “You totally are! She totally is.” The last part was directed to the girl on her right. Lily counted the number of classmates left in the row in front of her in an attempt to keep Kristin’s comments from getting to her. Only about five left. It was almost their turn—she could make it!
But then, Kristin leaned in close to Lily and whispered in her ear. “Just don’t think about it. Just don’t imagine how good it would feel to let it alllll out.” Lily squeezed her eyes and thighs closed and turned her head away. It wasn’t fair of Kristin to do this to her. If only she wasn’t trapped next to her! She tried to calm her breathing. They would be standing soon. She just needed to hold on!
However, Kristin leaned in closer, her lips lightly brushing Lily’s hair, tickling her ear. This time, she didn’t say any words; she merely went psspsspsspsspsspsspss. It was too much for Lily. The frisson from the humid exhalation, the hypnotic rhythm of the onomatopoeic stream, and the throbbing torment in her bladder combined in a subliminal assault on her id. Psychology gave way to biology as she moaned, leaned forward in her seat, and lost control again.
Lily felt the insides of her thighs grow warm and wet as her urine flooded into her already-soggy underwear, reheating them and soaking them afresh. Since she was still sitting, the wetness now spread out over her rear end, thoroughly saturating the lacy black fabric stretched tightly across her bottom. Her dress was still hiked up and was spared the majority of the deluge, though the bottom hem was low enough to be caught in the puddle forming under her butt. Her robe, however, was not so lucky. Although the shiny red fabric was barely absorbent, with no barrier between it and her panties, the pooling urine began to slowly trickle through, darkening the cloth. The rest of the liquid collected in a small lake between her legs as her pee continued to jet out involuntarily.
Doubling over in her seat, Lily eventually succeeded once again in staunching the breach after leaking for nearly six seconds. She was now sitting in a puddle of her own mess, with no obvious way out. Still breathing heavily, she looked down at herself to see how bad the damage was. The front of her robe showed no sign of her most recent leak, but she wasn’t sure what could be said of the back. Meanwhile, some of her urine had begun to trickle down her calves, tickling against the skin in an unpleasant fashion. She knew that as soon as she stood, all the pee collected around her buttocks would spill out in a splash on the floor. As far as she could see, there wasn’t any way of preventing it.
And then—then it was time for them to stand up. Lily looked up as her classmates all around her stood in unison. Biting her lip, she followed suit, rising to her feet in a start. Just as she thought, as soon as she did, there was a splap as her warm, yellow liquid splattered all at once over her feet and the carpeted floor. Her backside felt cold now, and she discreetly looked over her shoulder at her chair. Thankfully, there was no wet spot that she could see. Maybe that meant her robe was also dry to the look. Insouciantly shaking one leg to get the drops off, she peered to her right. Kristin hadn’t seemed to notice the cascade of urine when Lily had stood up. Maybe that would be the end of it.
~*~*~*~*~
In the audience, Angelica could feel her bladder tightening in excitement and anticipation of relief as the last row, Lily’s row, stood to their feet. She began to cheer more enthusiastically now, waiting eagerly for Lily’s name to be called. She could see Lily’s short, slender frame several rows in front of her, now seeming less fidgety. Maybe she had been wrong, and Lily didn’t have to use the bathroom after all.
Looking closer, though, she could see something a little…off…about Lily’s robe. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but it almost looked as though her robe was darker below the waist than the others around it. If someone didn’t know Lily, they wouldn’t pay much attention; but being Lily’s best friend and familiar with her bladder condition, to Angelica it almost looked like…
No. No way, it couldn’t be. Could it?
Her own need to pee was intensifying now. Angelica had to actually lean forward for a moment and let out a breath as a wave of piercing bladder pain passed over her. If Lily had had an accident, that didn’t bode well. For reasons unknown to Angelica, she only seemed to wet her pants when Lily did too. Crisscrossing her legs, she told herself that it was all in her imagination, and that she would be able to last until the end of the ceremony. They were so close! Now three before Lily…now two…Angelica slipped her program under her leg and prepared to applaud wildly. One more…and then…
“Lily Catherine Wells.”
Angelica let out a wild whoop and pounded her palms together. In this moment, all thoughts of her pressing need for a toilet were forgotten, replaced instead by pride, joy, and ecstatic energy. The crowd swelled with a grand cheer for their valedictorian, a cheer which resounded through every recess and hovered in the eaves.
~*~*~*~*~
As Lily walked out of the row, she couldn’t help but smile as the deafening roar of adulation arose all around her and rang in her ears. Just like when she had given her speech, however, her enjoyment was—ahem—dampened by the ocean of pee still surging inside her, still needing release. Her two leaks so far had delayed a full voiding, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she would be completely powerless to stop the course of Nature. As she walked, her panties squished unpleasantly against her, squeezing residual droplets out to trickle down her legs and drip on her ankles and feet. She moved stiffly, afraid to relax, afraid of what might happen.
Making her way once again up to the stage, she faced the principal, who held out her diploma with his left hand and his right hand for her to shake. Taking the diploma with her own left hand, she crossed her right hand over to shake his, just as they had done in rehearsal. In this brief moment of standing still, she no longer had her leg movement to help hold back the flood, and she could feel spikes of desperation mounting, pulsating, and exploding through her lower abdomen. Willing herself to stand straight and stay still, Lily turned toward where the school photographer waited and gave a big smile. He pressed the button, the shutter clicked, and the flash went off.
Right at that moment, her weakened sphincter again gave way, and another rebellious spurt of urine jetted out into her underwear. Since her dress was still bunched up under her robe, she could feel the pee shoot out through the soaked fabric around her crotch and spray over her left leg. Her smile faltered, and she clenched, trying not to lose any more. It only had the effect of shifting the stream directly forward, where it streaked down the slippery fabric of the robe to dribble out in a sheet of liquid at the front hem.
The principal turned away from the camera, leaned forward, and congratulated Lily. She gave back a halfhearted “thank you” in a tremulous voice. As before, she was able to cut off the flow and not lose total control, but only after about four seconds. It was only by very good fortune that these leaks hadn’t been detected so far, and she knew her luck could only last so long.
Going down the line of the faculty, she shook each hand, trying to concentrate on smiling…and on holding it. At the end of the line, she descended once more from the stage to make her way back to her seat. As she did so, however, another wave of desperation hit her, and before she knew it, she had shoved her hand into her crotch as more urine sprayed out of her. This one only lasted for a second, but she knew it would be extremely obvious to anyone looking at her that she was just moments away from a total pee accident.
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Angelica had witnessed all this, and seeing Lily briefly grab herself was definitive proof that she was also in dire straits with a bursting bladder. As Lily returned to her seat, Angelica stopped clapping to rub her thighs vigorously. There were only five more graduates. She willed herself—willed Lily—to endure. At this rate, either they would both be able to make it in time, or both fail. She couldn’t let that happen. She would hold on, for both of them. Her sphincter quivered, threatening to give in to the mounting pressure. No! She was in control…she was.
As the final few students were called, her mind brought up again the image of Lily standing in the row, flanked by her classmates. The strange discoloration on her robe stuck in her mind’s eye. If Lily was also desperate, had she in fact…leaked?
Her troubled thoughts were interrupted by the principal stepping up to the microphone and stating, with a mellifluous, grandfatherly tone, “Would the graduating class please stand.” As all two hundred and eighty-four red-robed figures rose, Angelica could see Lily’s rear end again. She wasn’t crazy. There it was—an area of distinctly darker red. Angelica let out a little gasp and jammed her hand into her crotch. Lily had leaked. There was no other explanation. And if Lily had leaked…
“I present to you this year’s graduating class of Theodore Roosevelt High School.”
The hall erupted in booming, thundering applause as the graduates turned to face the audience and shifted their tassels to the other side, faces aglow with triumph. Some pumped their fists in the air, some threw their caps despite having been told by faculty beforehand not to, some cried. Lily, however, merely stood still, her hands firmly pressed against her sides. Angelica let out a cheer a moment after the rest of the crowd and pulled her hand out from between her legs to clap as loudly as she could. As she did so, however, her eyes locked with Lily’s.
Lily’s face was ashen, and when her gaze met Angelica’s, Angelica could read panic in her eyes. She knew, and knew that Lily knew that she knew, that Lily was on the verge of a total voiding in her pants. As they shared that moment of a bond of agony, Angelica briefly felt Lily’s pain and forgot about her own need. In doing so, she relaxed her hold for just a split second…but a split second was all that mattered.
Without warning, a spurt of pee burst out into Angelica’s Victoria’s Secret blue panties, instantly darkening them and making the area around her privates hot and moist. She gasped again and stuffed her hands against her groin, stopping the loss of control after two seconds. But her butt was now warm, and she knew she needed to get to a bathroom…now.
The cheering began to mercifully die down, allowing the vice principal to step up and give the closing announcements. Angelica didn’t hear any of them, her brain laser-focused on getting to a toilet. At long last, once the final thank-yous were said and the crowd began to slowly stand, stretch, and chat as they gathered their things, Angelica grabbed her clutch and pushed her way out of her row as fast as she could, offering a litany of “excuse me”s and “pardon me”s as she forced herself past everyone else, not able to wait any longer. Once in the aisle, she was faced with the backup from all the people who had sat further behind her in the auditorium. It was one thing to barge through a crowd of people, but at this rate, there would undoubtedly be a line for the women’s restroom, and it wouldn’t be quite so socially acceptable to force her way through that. Her brain bounced back and forth, straining for other possible solutions. Finally she concluded that the second-floor restrooms would most likely be less occupied, but still within a reachable distance. She made that her goal. Once out in the atrium, she would have to slip her way up the stairs past the descending crowds.
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Lily pushed herself with a red face and assorted apologies out from among her fellow graduates. She needed to get to a bathroom now, and preferably one where she wouldn’t be seen. The closest one would be the family bathroom on the second floor. She also had to steal away from the throngs of well-meaning attendees who would slow her down with ill-timed congratulations and inquiries as to her future plans. This was simply not the time. Speedwalking her way to the far edge of the auditorium, she pushed open the side door and slipped out.
Once out of view of the general public, Lily bent over sharply, grabbing her crotch through her gown. As she leaned forward, her graduate cap tumbled to the floor and her hair fell over her face. She didn’t bother picking her cap up. Instead, a sob burst out of her, more due to pain and stress than self-pity at this point. She could feel another leak spray past her defenses, the hot urine trickling down her legs again. She was almost there. By now, if she could get away with releasing the majority of her bladder’s contents into a toilet, she would consider it a win. Still clutching herself, she started making her way up the stairs.
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Angelica had gotten to the lobby and darted in between the hordes of bystanders straight to the staircase. Her plan was working splendidly so far, and once she was able to squeeze her way in between the densely packed bodies and get right up next to the banister, it was decidedly easier to progress. Her pumps kept her from moving as quickly as she would have liked, since one wrong step would spell complete disaster. The worst thing possible at this point would be for her to lose her footing and end up on the floor, bruised, with a circle of people around her asking if she was okay, all while a puddle formed underneath her. She needed to move speedily, but not so hastily as to run any unnecessary risk.
As she reached the top of the stairs, the number of people began to thin out from the choke point created by the staircase. Relief was near. Her underwear was moist and uncomfortable from her momentary loss of control earlier, and the breeze under her dress was making it feel unpleasantly chilly. She resisted the urge to grab herself again, even though her bladder was contracting unrelentingly now, sending a new barrage of red alert signals every time. Her steps were mincing, as her thighs were tense, her muscles tight all the way down into her toes. She gritted her teeth as she bore the pain of resisting her body’s urges. But she had to resist—she hadn’t come all this way just to lose the fight now!
Rounding the corner to where the restrooms were, she breathed a massive sigh of relief upon the sight of the women’s room. Nearing her destination, and the reward for not giving up, she relented of her earlier strong-willed choice to retain her dignity and instead bent over, rear end prominent, hands in groin, her clutch tucked under her arm. At this point, she would do whatever it took to stay dry. She pushed the door open but suddenly stopped up short as she nearly ran into the back of a woman who was standing barely inside the restroom. As Angelica came to a sudden halt, she let out a little yelp, and at the same time, another spurt of pee sprayed out into her underwear, rewarming them. As the woman turned towards her, Angelica could see, to her horror, that there was a line of at least five women in front of her. This was exactly what she had come to the second floor to avoid, as it was exactly what she knew she couldn’t wait for.
Another leak forced its way out, and Angelica could feel the black fabric of her dress starting to become damp under her hand. There had to be another option—she had to find somewhere to pee! The men’s room? Was she really that desperate? But then she remembered—about halfway down the second floor there was a family bathroom. At this point it was her best shot. She quickly backed out of the ladies’ room and began a desperate jog in that direction.
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Lily, meanwhile, was mounting the top of the stairs. She had had a slower time climbing, as she had been much more desperate to keep from leaking. Now that she was at the top, she pushed open the door, her eyes darting about to gather her bearings. Thankfully, the second floor seemed to be mostly empty, so nobody could see her red, sweat-streaked face, her smudged makeup, her panicked expression, or—worst of all—her telltale body language conveying signs of obvious and extreme urgency to use the bathroom. She was bending and unbending fiercely, her hand still in between her tightly clamped thighs. She bit down on her lip and used her free hand to brush her hair behind her ear. Okay. Now she knew where she was, and, more importantly, where the family restroom was. She needed to get there, and now!
As she moved, though, her hand kept slipping from its grip in her crotch, due to the slippery satin-like robe. It had already nearly tripped her multiple times when climbing the stairs. Forget it. It was too much of an encumbrance, and it was coming off. She bent over and unceremoniously yanked it over her head, her panic causing it to take longer than it should have. As she wrestled with it, her sphincter screamed for relief, the ocean of pee inside her wearing away at its stamina. After what seemed like forever, she was able to free herself from the robe, leaving her in her red dress, her hair now frazzled from pulling the robe off. Her dress, unfortunately, was still scrunched up around her waist from earlier. She hurriedly pulled it down in the front and grabbed herself with both hands through it. In the back, however, it was still hiked up above her backside, leaving her black panties on clear display. She didn’t even notice, and if she had, it was questionable if she would have cared at that point. She was focused on only one thing at this point—a toilet. Hands in crotch, damp bottom visible, and time running out, she started her speed waddle.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica was breathing heavily now. She was nearly there. As long as it wasn’t occupied, she would be all right. But if it was…
~*~*~*~
Lily was letting out moans in between panting gasps. She fervently hoped the bathroom would be empty. Then this would all be behind her. Please, please let it be empty! she thought. If it weren’t empty…then…
~*~*~*~
Angelica quickened her pace. She had been dying for relief for over an hour now, and her lower abdomen was on fire with aching pain. She was so close now!
~*~*~
Lily walked faster. She was about to totally pee herself, and the breeze on her rear end was making the wet fabric cold, causing her desperation to spike higher and higher. She was almost there!
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Come on Come on I’m so close I can make it I can make it
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I can’t pee myself I can’t pee myself Not again Let me make it Let me get there in time
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*
Angelica slammed into the door with the full force of her momentum, banging it open. There was her salvation, in all its porcelain white beauty. With an exaggerated sigh of relief, she pushed the door closed again, locked it, and went about freeing herself from her outfit, pulling the hem of her black dress up and positioning herself in front of the toilet seat. Her pee began to explode out of her even before she pulled her panties down, but then she was sitting, and sweet, glorious relief bathed her in its empyreal embrace. Her urine was shooting out of her with a loud hsssss, noisily splashing the inside of the bowl in its ferocious exodus. Angelica’s eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned against the wall, letting out a deep euphoric moan as she did so. The pain was melting away, and she was in bliss.
Just then, though, there was a loud bang on the door, as of someone ramming into it. This was immediately followed by a frenzied knocking. It was enough to jar Angelica out of her ecstatic reverie, and she straightened up, cleared her throat, and stated, “There’s someone in here!” She was sure that whoever was outside could clearly hear the sound of her pee, and she blushed a little.
A somewhat familiar voice, high-pitched and frightened, answered. “Are you almost done? Please hurry, please hurry—I can’t wait any longer!”
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Lily was gyrating madly in front of the locked door. What were the odds that this, of all bathrooms, would be occupied right now, of all times? She squeezed her eyes shut and stifled a tormented scream as a red-hot blade of pain stabbed her in the gut, and she pulled up with her hands as hard as she could, trying, trying, trying to stave off the inevitable. The resounding hiss of the person peeing in the bathroom was just tantalizing her, goading her into giving up, giving in, and letting it all go. There was still the slightest of chances, though…if only whoever was in the bathroom came out in the next few seconds.
But then, the voice that she thought she knew from somewhere came out once again from inside the bathroom, with a verdict of doom. “I’m sorry, but I just got in here.”
Lily took a deep breath in, then let out a long, agonizing sigh that morphed into a sob as it came out. She bent forward, leaning her head against the doorframe, and stared down at her white knuckles, her quivering thighs, her bloated bladder, her trembling legs, and her feet pressed together. Tears welled up in her eyes and then overflowed as her long battle came to an end.
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As her stream slowly diminished, Angelica could hear a plaintive moan from outside the door, followed by silence. But then…was it just a trick of her ears?…she could hear a hissing from outside the door, and then something like a splashing sound. Then the voice clicked in her memory. There was no way. Did she really just make Lily pee herself simply by occupying the bathroom?
Squeezing her bladder harder, Angelica intensified the powerful jet of urine, trying to finish as quickly as possible, for Lily’s sake. It was still going to be a while, though, as she was filled nearly to capacity. It probably wouldn’t do any good at this rate, and she sat there awkwardly, relieving herself in the toilet while Lily relieved herself in her clothes. A good twenty seconds passed by, with no sign of either of them stopping.
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Lily was still holding herself through her dress as she was finally able to relax and just let it all out. She was leaning with one hand against the wall, staring down at herself, and breathing heavily in a mixture of long-awaited respite and frustrated angst. Her heart was still thumping heavily inside her chest, and she could feel it all the way up into her eardrums. Her mouth hung open, and tears trickled down her cheeks.
Underneath her hand, scalding urine saturated the red material of her dress, darkening it to almost black. The pee was spraying through where the cloth was bunched up in her fingers, sprinkling all over the floor in twinkling, tinkling droplets. In the back, her exposed panties rapidly soaked through, the fabric wicking the moisture up the back and between her cheeks, becoming shiny as it did so. Her underwear felt disgustingly squishy and soggy, with unpleasant moist heat surrounding her private parts.
As it flooded out of her, her pee drained down the front, inside, and back of both legs, dribbling over her ankles and wetting her shoes. Separate streams arced directly from her crotch as well, and smaller ones separated from the trails down her legs to cascade outward also. The noisy hissing of release was complemented by the louder sound of the various torrents splashing, splattering, and sprinkling on the commercial carpet. It rapidly grew dark and squelched under her feet, with her puddle spreading out to almost three feet wide as her long-held burden was slowly released. From inside the restroom, she could hear the pee stream grow stronger, which only caused her own to do the same.
Lily could feel beautifully golden relief permeate throughout her abdomen as the pain and tight tension gradually dissipated. She sniffled, wiped her free hand across her nose, and then placed it on one side of her face in a pose of weary defeat. As bad as it was to lose control and wet herself again, there was no denying that the release was heavenly. That wasn’t the issue. It was her inability to hold it until reaching a bathroom, like anyone her age should be able to do without any problems. And now here she was, going to the bathroom on herself, again, like a little kid. Would she ever get past her bladder problems? She sniffled again, looking down at the puddle underneath her as she kept adding to it. At least there was no one around to see her. Except, of course, for the person actually in the restroom—she should get out of here before they opened the door and saw her, the valedictorian, like this.
Just then, though, she heard laughter behind her. Turning a startled and horrified face around, she could see, standing at the doors that opened onto the balcony seating, two teenage boys staring and laughing. They looked to be three or four years younger than she herself was, but this was just about the coolest—and hottest—thing they had ever seen. One of them had his phone out and was either taking pictures or recording video, Lily couldn’t tell. Her mouth dropped open in shock and embarrassment and she moved her hands to cover her rear end. As soon as she did so, though, she immediately realized with horror that her dress was not hanging down in the back, and the hormonal adolescent boys had gotten a free peep show of her butt as she peed herself. Who knows how long they had stood there, ogling her panty-clad behind with its shiny wet stain, and her slender legs glistening with trails of urine? She let out a yelp, turning her body around so that her bottom was no longer on display, her feet squishing in her puddle, and made hurried, flustered moves to pull her dress down on all sides. Of course, in doing so, the broad dark patch on the front of her dress was now facing the boys. The one with the phone laughed again, a contemptible, immature whoop, and stretched his arm out to get a better picture. The other one was pulling out his phone now too, trying to get in on the action.
Though Lily’s face was a deep scarlet with humiliation—and though pee was still dribbling out of her as her bladder finally neared emptiness—horrible, savage anger gripped her, and she could feel her veins popping on her neck as heat rose up into her face. A feral, bestial voice exploded from her throat in a terrifying howl, “YOU PERVERTS! YOU AWFUL, DISGUSTING INSECTS! I’LL KILL YOU!” And in that moment, she may have meant it.
Her withering, vituperative eruption was superb in its effectiveness. The boys both jumped, the one who had been recording dropping his phone, and then they took off running, terrified of whatever retributive wrath Lily would bring down on them. She didn’t follow them, but instead stood there, breathing heavily with the combination of embarrassment, exertion, and fury. The last of her urine squirted weakly into her saturated underwear, and she could hear the door behind her opening. All in all, she had peed solidly for almost fifty seconds.
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Angelica had finished using the bathroom, hurriedly dried herself with toilet paper (only afterward wondering why, since her panties were still wet), and unlocked the door without even washing her hands. If Lily had any chance of mitigating her accident, she was going to help her with it. Internally, though, she suspected the worst.
As she pulled her panties back up and hastily adjusted them and her dress, she heard Lily’s bellowing invective from outside. It was a tone she didn’t even know Lily was capable of, and it gave her a terrible start when it exploded out of nowhere, making her jump and then put a hand on her chest to make sure her heart was still beating. She didn’t know what was happening, but it definitely wasn’t good. Instinctively, she grabbed her pepper spray from her clutch and held it ready as she unlocked and swung open the door, just in case.
There was no one there but Lily, though her body language was like that of a crouching tiger, ready to spring and unleash a devastating attack. Angelica could also see that she had been too late; there was a massive dark puddle underneath Lily, and a few scintillating drops fell from between her legs, wrapping up her loss of bladder control. Compassion mingling with concern for her best friend made a knot settle in Angelica’s stomach, and she asked, her voice edged with uneasiness, “Lil, are you okay?”
Lily turned to face her, wearing a look of anguished surprise. As she did, Angelica could see the entire front of her dress was multiple shades darker and dripping with the results of her accident. Her answer was tremulous, and it was clear she hadn’t known it was Angelica who had unintentionally denied her her dignity. “Angie? What are you—no, no, I’m not okay. What were you doing in the bathroom? I mean—I guess I am, now. Okay, I mean. I just—I couldn’t hold it.” Her voice trailed off, and she wrapped her arms around herself in self-pity, her face starting to scrunch up as the load of stress toppled over inside her, and she gave in and began crying.
Angelica pulled Lily in close for a consoling hug. She held her tightly, letting her get all the tears out, as the two of them stood together in Lily’s puddle. Pretty soon, Lily finished her tears and pulled away, drawing a hand across her nose and eyes, sniffling. Her makeup was ruined now, and she really looked as though she had been through the wringer. Angelica spoke, her voice low and gentle. “Do you want me to take you home, Lil?”
Lily took a deep breath, regaining her composure. “No, actually. You could do me a huge favor, though.”
“Anything.”
“I brought a change of clothes with me. They’re in a bag downstairs with my parents. Could you grab it and bring it up here?”
“Sure thing. You brought a change of clothes?”
“Yeah, a group of us are going out to a party tonight to celebrate.”
Angelica raised an eyebrow. “You’re still planning to go?”
Lily gave a little self-deprecating chuckle. “Yeah. I mean, at this rate, why not?”
Angelica thought a moment, shrugged, and said, “All right. I’ll be right back with it.” She started to leave.
Lily’s voice stopped her. “Oh, and also, could you get my makeup bag? It has some remover in it.”
Angelica stepped back towards Lily, handing her her clutch. “I have some. You can use mine.”
“Thanks, Angie.” Angelica went to move again. “Oh, also, if you go back down the side stairs…you know what, never mind.”
Angelica turned down the hall and was soon out of sight of Lily. Had she stayed longer, she would have seen Lily walk over to the dropped phone, pick it up, consider it for a moment, then saunter into the bathroom and vindictively drop it into the toilet. With a sense of self-satisfaction, she then pulled some makeup removal wipes from Angelica’s purse and began cleaning up her face.
~*~*~*~*~
Back on the first floor, Angelica scanned the crowd for Lily’s parents. She was sure they would want to see their pride and joy and give hugs and take pictures, so they couldn’t be far. An initial survey was fruitless, however, and she began milling into the crowd, trying to think of where to look. As she walked, the cold dampness of her drying underwear started to itch, making her uncomfortable. She also realized, a little self-consciously, that she hadn’t washed her hands earlier.
As she stared off into the further recesses of the lobby, she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her, calling her name. It took her a moment to recognize that the voice was actually real, since she hadn’t heard it in some time, and didn’t expect to hear it here, of all places. Turning around rapidly, her eyes went wide with stunned surprise at whom she saw.
“Brian!”
To Be Continued
First of all, I would like to thank everyone for their support on this story. This last half a chapter was met with even more writer's block than chapter 5, which I hope will not continue. Also, chapter 6 was originally going to be presented as a whole chapter, but it ended up being so long (and taking so long to write) that I decided to split it in two at a natural seam. But hey, since there are eleven planned chapters, and I've posted five and a half, that makes this story officially halfway done!
I hope you enjoy it. As always, feedback is appreciated.
Edited January 31, 2020 by AlphaCentauri
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At very, very long last, I present part 2. And I really do promise that I shall do my best to keep the remaining chapters shorter.
Contains: fear wetting, messing
Chapter 6: Graduation (Part 2)
Angelica stood there, dumbfounded. For the second time in her life, Brian reappeared after having been given up for lost. Thinking about the distance that she had allowed to grow between them, she wondered if she could have honestly said she expected to ever see him again in her life. And now, here he was, standing right in front of her in a smart charcoal suit, real and solid and wonderful and baffling. His auburn hair was gelled, but not too much, his face was clean-shaven, showing off his manly jawline and the jaunty grin playing on his lips. But what stood out the most were his piercing blue eyes, which were now dancing and twinkling.
Angelica simply stared, her jaw slack, words unable to form on her lips. In a moment, all the rush of the romantic attraction she had felt for Brian surged up inside her again, only strengthened by her sense of regret at having drifted apart. He had been gone from her life, and now, without warning, he was back; like a soldier presumed dead returning from the war. A burst of sudden rash impulse flashed through her, and for a split second, she thought she may just throw herself into his arms and kiss him right then and there. The rational and self-conscious side of her brain, however, immediately cut this puerile caprice short with internal chidings. She could feel her face redden from the fatuous notion, then, realizing that Brian could see her blush, she blushed even deeper. He was still standing there, still smiling, waiting for a response. Words, Angelica, words!
Brushing a loose strand of brown hair behind her ear, she tried to give a polished response. Putting on her best smile, she spoke, her voice cracking as the words first left her. “Brian! Hey! Wow, what, uh, what are you doing here?” Her voice was a little higher pitched than she meant it to be.
Brian leaned on one leg and stuck his hands in his pockets. He was still grinning that amazing, intoxicating smile of his. “I’m back in town over the summer. My cousin was graduating today, so I came with my family.” He gave a chuckle. “Then I saw you a couple of rows in front of me and I knew I’d have to find you after it was over. So, surprise!” He laughed, causing Angelica to do the same—half out of nervousness, but half deeply genuine.
“Wow! Well, that’s cool! What, um, what will you…be doing? For the summer.” She wished that she had gone for a hug when she had first seen him. At this point it would be too awkward to try to go in for one. Instead, she folded her hands in front of her, not knowing what else to do with them.
“I have a job lined up. Well, it’s not really a job—I mean it is, but it’s more like an internship. It’s part of the classes I’m taking. I’m hoping it can turn into a full-time job once I graduate next year.” That was right. He was studying to become an electrician, and the trade school apprenticeship program was four years long. He locked eyes with Angelica again. Those eyes—he had no idea how much she had missed seeing them…and missed having them see her. “What about you?”
Angelica laughed nervously again, trying to pull herself together. “Oh, I’ll be seeing what I can find. Not sure yet. I just finished my first year of business classes, so it’s still too early for an internship.”
Brian’s pointed his finger in agreement as Angelica mentioned studying business. “Right! You told me you were going into that. Good for you, Angie.” Hearing him call her the pet name no one used but Lily made her almost have to pinch herself to ensure she wasn’t dreaming, and she nearly blurted out “I love you.” Internally shushing herself, she wondered why she was acting so ditzy tonight. This wasn’t her normal self. But to be fair, she didn’t feel like her normal self, though in a good way. Having Brian here and now, when she had all but given up on her feelings for him—it was just like a scene out of a book. Her heart was soaring inside her with hope, and she felt nervous and terrified and light and floaty all at once. It was like the feeling as a kid on Christmas morning, only multiplied much more. The two of them stood still for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, though to Angelica it felt as though time had stopped.
Then, all of a sudden, a jolt of remembrance popped into her head. Lily was still upstairs, waiting for her dry clothes. And also…her own underwear was still damp. She had been talking to Brian with wet panties. She could feel her face flush red, remembering also that she hadn’t cleaned her hands, either. Good thing they hadn’t hugged, after all. Feeling awkward, she stammered out, “Oh, uh, I need to go…do something…for someone. Real quick. I’ll be right back, though. Don’t go anywhere!” She backed away as she spoke, trying to keep him in sight, to make sure he didn’t just disappear on her, like a breath in the wind.
“No worries. I’ll be right here.” He laughed, a laugh that almost sounded nervous. What did he have to be nervous about? She was the one who was crazy about him, who had been talking to him with wet underclothes…and who had peed herself in front of him those years ago. Good grief, heaven knew she had given him enough reasons to be scared off. What was he doing, still showing up in her life? She gave him a quick, giddy grin on one side of her mouth before turning back into the crowds to find Lily’s family.
As she navigated her way in between the throngs of attendees and graduates, her thoughts were like fireworks going off in her head. It wasn’t just that Brian was here again, he actually sought her out. What could that mean? Was he just being friendly? Her brain was going into an overdrive of apophenia, analyzing every expression, every inflection, every glance of his could have met in their exceptionally brief reunion. One thing was for sure. She wasn’t letting him get away again.
Focused as she was on her internal cogitations, she nearly missed seeing where Derek and Jeanne Wells were standing, somewhat off to the side, scanning the crowd for Lily. As soon as Angelica approached them, their faces lit up with recognition. Initial greetings and hugs were followed by inquiries into where Lily was, and Angelica had to expend more than a little effort into playing it cool and not hinting at the actual reason Lily was trying not to be seen. It seemed to do the trick, however, and before too long she was making her way back towards the stairs, Lily’s bag of clothes tucked under her arm.
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Lily waited in the second-floor restroom for what felt like far too long, although it couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes. During that time, she had delicately extricated herself from her dress, trying carefully to not get wet anywhere she wasn’t already. Once done, she carefully slid down her panties, grimacing as the wet and rapidly cooling black fabric grazed her skin. Once both these tasks were complete, she contemplated for a moment, then made up her mind and turned on the faucet. Rinsing out her underwear was easy enough, but trying to bunch up just the front part of the dress to get it under the tap without splashing water everywhere proved to be tricky. Once she was satisfied with her work, she squeezed both pieces of clothing out as well as she could over the toilet. The phone was still sitting at the bottom of the bowl, releasing an occasional bubble. With a sudden impulse, she sat on the toilet herself and squeezed out what pee she had. Since she had just emptied her bladder, there wasn’t much, but it felt gratifying to spray it on the phone that was being used to objectify and humiliate her. After that, she stood in front of the mirror in nothing but her bra and used Angelica’s wipes to clean her face of its smeared makeup.
Of course, once this was done, there was nothing to do but wait for Angelica. Lily didn’t have her phone to contact anyone or even try to pass the time, and so all she could do was wait and hope that Angelica would be back soon. It undoubtedly felt like longer than it had been by the time there was a light knock and Angelica’s voice outside the door: “Lily? I have your clothes.”
Lily stood behind the door and opened it a crack, just enough to stick her hand out. She could feel the bag being placed in it, then she drew it back inside and closed the door. In less than a minute she had put on her new clothes and balled the old ones up, wrapping them tightly in the bag. There of course was no reason why she should bring fresh underwear with her if she were only going to change her outfit for comfort’s sake, but she had long been in the habit of bringing a clean pair of panties with any new clothes, due to her condition. She was glad of it now.
Opening the door and stepping out, she stood in front of Angelica with a pleased expression, ignoring the dark puddle off to her side. She had on her graduating class T-shirt, a pair of beige short shorts, and tennis shoes. Brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears, she handed the bag to Angelica. “I guess I’d better go find my family now. Could you…take this for me, Angie? Just…get it back to me when you can. I can take care of cleaning them. I just—I’d rather not have my parents find out what…what happened.”
Angelica received the bag, nodding in complete understanding. As Lily also handed her back her clutch, she asked, “So, you have everything? You’re good to go?” Although she wanted to make sure her best friend was set, she found she was also distracted, trying to finish up here quickly and get back downstairs before Brian got tired of waiting for her…or just plain forgot about her. Strangely, she also felt reticent to tell Lily about running into Brian, at least just yet. Much as she wondered at it, she couldn’t quite figure out why, and it bothered her. It felt similar to how she had never confided in Lily her experience at the amusement park. Was it the sense of deceit by omission, because she felt like she was doing something wrong and didn’t want to face it? Was she secretly hoping that meeting with Brian tonight would result in something similarly illicit? Her thoughts reached back to one of their first interactions, at the harvest festival, when she had sneaked off with him to see a hidden lake. Wasn’t it the same feeling, even then? The giddy thrill of a forbidden escapade?
These thoughts flurried through Angelica’s head in an instant, and she realized she hadn’t even heard Lily’s response. She gave her head a little shake to clear it. No, of course it wasn’t like that. It was most likely that she didn’t want to get her hopes up for anything, and telling Lily about Brian being here would get Lily excited, which would get her excited, and she didn’t want that to happen if it were all going to lead nowhere. That was what she told herself, at least. As it was, Lily had evidently needed nothing else and moved to make her way with Angelica toward the stairs. As they walked, Angelica could feel some of the tension inside her—from uncertainty about where she stood with Brian and any hidden motives she had—begin to dissolve as she and Lily fell into their comfortable and familiar rhythm of best-friendship. Lily too appeared to be relaxing more following her incident. Most likely being in dry clothes and knowing that no one else had seen her accident helped immensely.
Once back on the first floor, Angelica gave Lily a quick hug before parting ways. Lily’s bag tucked under her arm, she tried nonchalantly to survey the crowd for Brian again. After close to a minute with no success, during which she could feel the heat rising on her neck as she became increasingly convinced that he had left already, she suddenly heard her name called again from off to her side. Turning quickly in that direction, a smile of relief lifted one side of her face as she saw Brian approach her. She breathed a half-laugh. “Hi!”
Brian closed the gap between them in the slowly dissipating crowd. “Hi again.” Angelica briefly thought—hoped—that he might take this second opportunity to go in for a hug, but instead, he stood where he was, hands in pockets, wearing a silly grin. He nodded towards the bag of clothes. “What’s that?”
Angelica subconsciously held the bag tighter and felt her face flush. She wanted to make sure she kept Lily’s accident a secret, but she knew that if she acted too mysterious about it, it would only make Brian more curious. “Um, it’s just Lily’s dress. She, uh, she changed into something more comfortable for tonight. I think she’s going to some celebration with her class.”
Brian seemed satisfied by the answer, to Angelica’s relief. “Oh, cool. You know, I’ve still never met Lily.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I mean, you’ve talked about her enough, I almost feel like I know her. But yeah, no, never actually met her.”
“Huh. Well, I could…” Angelica trailed off, remembering her earlier hesitation over letting Lily know that Brian was here. Internally, she was irritated at herself for having any uncertainty at all, especially since it was the one dark cloud dragging down her quivering exhilaration at Brian’s presence. Still, she wanted to keep this to herself, at least for now. She resumed her sentence. “…um, I’ll have to introduce you sometime. I mean, because you’ll still be around, for the summer. But she’s, uh, she’s probably already left for the thing.”
Brian shrugged. “Yeah, some other time, I guess.” He stayed there staring at Angelica for a few seconds without saying anything. Then, even though his eyes were still bright, he looked down and shuffled his feet awkwardly. For a few seconds, the two of them waited, neither one speaking. Angelica was just about to try to ask him something (though she didn’t know what, just anything to keep the conversation going) when he abruptly raised his head again and looked her straight in the eye. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
Angelica could feel anticipation tensing up the back of her throat and making the blood pulse audibly in her eardrums. Could it…could it be? Swallowing to keep her voice from cracking, she answered. “No. No plans at all.”
Taut, tortured silence hung between them, the air heavy with expectation. Angelica swallowed again, her heart fluttery, hoping beyond hope that he had asked for the reason she thought he had. But now he stood there, face inscrutable, not saying a word. Had he lost his nerve? Ask me, Brian. She willed him with everything inside her. I’ll say yes. You only have to ask me.
At long last, he spoke. His voice was even, and his eyes were burning holes through her. He spoke with a sense of focused determination, as if he were reciting a speech or uttering an incantation. “Would you want to go out for coffee?”
Angelica could feel her chest tighten and her breath catch as an ocean of jubilation built up inside her. In response, she could feel herself damming it up inside and only letting out a trickle, afraid that otherwise it would explode in an uncontrollable surge. Instead of an outburst of overjoyed elation, she replied only a direct, understated “yes.” His gaze was still piercing straight to her soul.
Brian gave a little nervous laugh. “Right now?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. Wow! Great, um, how about at The Roaster and Coaster?” He seemed oddly relieved.
“Yes.” It was all Angelica could do to keep her emotions in check.
“Do you know how to get there?”
A pause as she thought. Truth be told, she hadn’t even been paying attention to the name of the place. “No.”
“It’s on Linden, between Cross and Oakland.”
She mentally processed this. Then, with a nod, “Okay.”
Brian laughed again, not knowing what to make of her sudden taciturnity. “Oh, wait, do you need a ride there?”
Angelica had bought her car four months earlier, a used Camry. It was temperamental, and the air conditioning was broken, but it ran. She gave a little shake of her head, unable at this point to keep the smile from dominating her cheek. She answered a barely audible “no.”
Brian’s smile widened. “Um, well, great! So, we’ll head out now and I’ll meet you there?” He began awkwardly backing towards the door, as Angelica hadn’t moved yet, but merely stood there, smiling at him. She finally managed to give a nod, taking in his eyes, his hair, his perfect smile, his broad shoulders, his tall frame. He nodded back and turned toward the door, giving one last brief glance over his shoulder at her. Ah, she was about to melt, he was so handsome.
Once he was out of sight, Angelica hurriedly made her way out of the other door in the lobby and toward her car. Her gaze was down as she sped toward her car, trying to keep from exploding before she got in. Already she couldn’t stop the smile spreading rapidly over her face as bliss bubbled up inside her. She couldn’t believe it. Just an hour earlier, her only thoughts of Brian were ones of wistful regret, and now—now she was actually going on what was, for all intents and purposes, a date. A date. With Brian. She quickened her pace.
Reaching the car, she threw Lily’s bag and her clutch into the passenger’s seat, got in, and closed the door. For a second, she merely sat there, in stunned and exhilarated silence. But then the dam broke. She threw her head back, squealing, kicking her legs and pumping her arms in unadulterated excitement. She laughed, a pure, jovial laugh of rapture, hugging herself and rocking side to side. The gale of laughter subsided, but then immediately started again as her euphoria overflowed, unable to be contained. Her smile was so wide it hurt. Finally, after nearly a minute of this, she simply sat still, spent but happy, an idiotic grin plastered on her face. She stayed like that, watching the waning light, enjoying the simple delight of breathing, of being alive.
Then, like a fly buzzing in her ear, a jolt of sudden memory startled her as she recalled that she still hadn’t washed her hands. As she remembered it, she threw her head back, eyes closed, and laughed again, a loud, side-splitting guffaw at the wonderful absurdity. Tears poured down her cheeks and her face hurt, but she didn’t care. Today was a good day, the best day she could remember for a long, long time.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily stood by herself, unsure of how to fit in. She had ridden to Aaron Donohue’s house with two classmates of hers, whom, she had to admit, she didn’t even know all that well. Conversation had been mainly between those two, and now that they had arrived, they were nowhere to be seen. The three of them had been welcomed into the house by Aaron with a generic ardor which seemed unrelated to any particular fondness he had for any of the guests. For all she knew, it made zero difference to him or anyone else here whether she were here or not. She was nothing more than another face in the yearbook, another name on the list.
Still, it was hard to complain, since being here meant free food and—hopefully eventually—fun. Lily had grabbed a paper plate and loaded it up with a variety of snack foods, filled a cup with Coke, and found a spot where she could eat. There weren’t any free seats, and the majority of the guests were standing. So, she stood close up against a wall near an indoor plant. As she nibbled the contents of her plate, she looked around, trying to find anyone she knew, at least knew well enough to talk to. A couple of fellow graduates, spotting her, gave a quick congratulations on being valedictorian with an enthusiasm which surprised her, given their lack of any real connection. Still, it helped her feel a little more at ease.
After about fifteen minutes of general mingling of those present, with the constant addition of new arrivals, Aaron Donohue himself stood on a chair and yelled to get everyone’s attention. Despite his raised voice, Lily still couldn’t make out what he was saying very closely. The gist that she derived, more or less, was something along the lines of thank-you-for-coming-and-please-don’t-break-anything, followed by a zealous toast to the class. Lily had finished her Coke by now and went for a refill. As she did so, she nearly bumped into someone else at the refreshments table. Looking over with an “excuse me,” she saw it was River Sanders, a friend of hers in the class. Recognition lit up both their faces, and they went in for a hug.
“Lily! Hi! Congratulations!” She squeezed Lily tightly.
“Thanks! Congrats to you too!”
“Haha, thanks, but I meant for being valedictorian. You gave a great speech!”
“Oh, haha. Thanks.” Lily found herself blushing, remembering what she had been going through during her address—and, more importantly, what had been going through her.
“Hey, you don’t need to be modest. I’m serious. You did a great job.”
A slight lull followed, pregnant with the melancholy of knowing that inevitable change lay before them. Lily was about to ask some kind of question about what River would be doing for the summer when River lowered her voice and leaned in. “Hey, guess what.” Without waiting for Lily’s response, she continued. “Aaron’s older brother was able to sneak us in a keg. It’s kept hidden in the garage.”
“A keg? Like…of beer?”
River laughed conspiratorially. “Yeah. Want me to go get you some?”
Lily had never had beer before, though not out of a devotion to legality. Rather, she tended not to be invited to the kinds of places where alcohol was readily available to the underage. Faced with the opportunity now, and feeling a sense of liberation and adolescence from having graduated an hour earlier, she nodded, giggling mischievously. River winked at her and slipped away into the crowd.
Two minutes later, she showed up again, carefully holding two red Solo cups. Extending her arm, she held one out for Lily. Taking the cold, condensation-laden plastic in her hand, Lily peered inquisitively inside. A pale, amber-colored liquid was suspended within, effervescing enticingly, with flecks of foam floating around the surface, nearly sloshing over the brim. Lily stared at it for a few seconds, fascinated.
River winked again. “Bottoms up.” She then proceeded to down the entire cup in one draught. Lily, smiling devilishly, put the cup to her lips and sipped. Almost immediately she gagged on the surprisingly yeasty bitterness and accidentally inhaled. This led to coughing and sputtering fit as she tried to keep from spewing the beer all over the floor. She simultaneously tried to suppress it, not wanting to look like a lightweight.
River laughed. “It’s something else, huh?” Lily nodded, still clutching her chest as her eyes watered. “Just try it slowly at first, and you’ll get used to it.”
Lily gave it a shot and managed the first cup. By the time she had gotten to the bottom, it didn’t seem quite as nasty as when she’d begun, and she felt a certain self-satisfaction at imbibing an “adult beverage.” She burped as River, watching her reaction, asked, “So, whaddaya think?”
Lily looked at her empty cup, then back at River. “Let’s go get some more.”
The two giggling ingenues slipped away from the general party into the forbidden, very much grown-up area in the garage. They walked in to find it more densely populated than Lily expected. Even though there was no music here, and it was only lit by a single bulb in the ceiling, there were teenagers lining the walls and out the open door. Lily was a bit taken aback. Here her fellow classmates were not just drinking beer, but also smoking cigarettes, sharing joints, and couples were making out. Her impish smile faded, and she suddenly just wanted to get out, go back to where things were safe, where she wouldn’t get caught up in anything she’d regret. Before she had a chance to voice any of these concerns to River, though, or even make a move on her own, one of the senior guys spotted her and announced loudly, “Hey, look! The valedictorian’s here!”
In an instant everyone’s attention was glued to Lily. Somehow, the fact that she, the top of the class, would come to where they, the party animals and lowlifes, would hang out, seemed to make her something of a celebrity. In an instant she was handed a beer bottle. The students all watched with rapt curiosity as she took a swig, evidently astonished that she didn’t immediately spit it out. The next thing she knew, she was also offered a drag of weed (she refused), and at least three guys were surrounding her, asking about her and making jokes with faces full of prurient, rakish attention. She was totally unused to this kind of treatment and found she couldn’t stop smiling. Then one of the guys by her asked if she’d ever played beer pong.
Lily shook her head. “No, what is it?”
The guys around her all looked at each other with bemused glee. The one who had asked her in the first place patted her arm and said, “Here. Let me show you.”
~*~*~*~*~
The last of the daylight was almost totally gone by the time Angelica arrived at The Roaster and Coaster. As she pulled into the parking lot, she hoped that Brian hadn’t been waiting too long, assuming he was here. She realized she didn’t actually know what car he had. Pulling into an empty spot, she turned off her headlights and engine, grabbed her clutch, and stepped out. The night breeze was noticeably cooler, but not cold.
As she neared the doors to the coffee shop, she was glad to see that Brian was standing just inside, watching through the glass for her. As she approached, he used one arm to swing open the door for her. She gave him a quick little flirtatious “thank you” as she passed the threshold. Once inside, she could take in the atmosphere. The most prominent sensation, naturally, was the rich aroma of ground coffee beans. It hung in the air with a soothing, velvety warmth, which was only enhanced by the décor. Angelica breathed in a gasp of wonder. Almost every surface that she could see was paneled with wood, ranging from roughly hewn to very roughly hewn, causing the lambent golden glow from the few lights in the ceiling to draw the whole ambience close together, like huddling tightly in a log cabin. It felt cozy and safe, and Angelica instinctively wanted to nuzzle herself close to Brian.
They stepped up to the counter and Brian turned to her. “What do you want? I’m paying.” Angelica faced him, smiling on one side at this display of gallantry. When she didn’t immediately answer, he continued. “I usually get the dark Colombian roast with milk. I hear that their cinnamon latte is really good, too, though.”
Angelica gave a nod of confidence. “I’ll get that, then. Only, decaf, please. I don’t want to be up all night.”
Brian chuckled a bit and then gave the order to the barista, a middle-aged man, who Angelica guessed was the owner. As Brian purchased their coffees, she let her gaze rove around the shop. There were only a handful of other patrons here at the moment, most likely because of the time of day. Each seemed to be engrossed in their own business, however, which made Angelica feel more at ease. She was antsy enough about being here with Brian, alone, and the less aware she could be of other people, or rather, the less aware they were of her, the better.
Once he had finished the transaction, Brian led Angelica over to a little niche in the corner of the shop, dimly lit by an antique lamp on the table. Both of them sat, then didn’t speak for a few seconds, causing Angelica to laugh nervously again out of awkwardness. Brian laughed as well, then spoke up. “Well, Angelica, I guess I asked you to coffee because I wanted to catch up.”
“Catch up?”
“Yeah. I mean, we used to talk more, but then we kind of stopped. I just mean I miss it. I, I miss…it. It was nice talking to you.”
Angelica felt abashed. He had no idea how much she loved it too, but then—then the affair at the amusement park had happened. She lowered her gaze, feeling remorseful.
Brian was about to say something else when his name was called from the counter. As he stood to retrieve their drinks, Angelica took stock of her feelings. Did she still like Brian? Yes, yes she did. Very much so. Could he like her back? Maybe. So far he hadn’t rejected her. So what was the problem? Yes, she had made a mistake in letting her thoughts get skewed by an artificial sexual bond…but should that mistake hold her back? Weren’t mistakes things to learn from and not do again, rather than catalysts for further and further mistakes? Was she really going to let her own misstep ruin her chances with Brian, especially since he knew nothing about it?
As these questions blazed through her head in an instant and Brian began returning to the table, Angelica summoned her willpower to make an earnest resolution that nothing but a clear rejection from him would make her lose her nerve afresh. She was not going to let him slip out of her life again. This determination must have been visible on her face, because when he sat and handed her her latte, Brian saw her expression and asked, “What is it?”
Angelica hadn’t noticed, but she had evidently been staring holes in him. She caught herself, blushed slightly, and answered, “Nothing.” Turning her attention to her cup, she inhaled the redolent vapors steaming off the surface. Then she faced Brian again and asked, “Where should I start?”
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was having fun, no doubt—at least, she was pretty sure she was. Jay—that had been the name of the first cute boy—had shown her how to play beer pong before proceeding to trounce her thoroughly at it. They had started with ten cups each, and she had only gotten two of his before he finished off all of hers. By the time she had downed her fourth cup, she had begun to feel a little lightheaded, and after her eighth, River gave her a cup of water and said that maybe she should take a little break. Lily had found she needed to put more and more active focus into standing straight. Once she had drunk the water, she felt better enough to stand up and put Jay in his place. But for some strange reason, her ping-pong ball kept flying wide of the target. They must have given her a dud.
It also seemed as though everyone around her was finding her enormously funny, for some reason. She wasn’t doing anything unusual, or different from how she normally acted. It was everyone else who were the funny ones! After she had been made to drink her tenth and last cup of beer, she had gone to take her turn and get one of Jay’s cups, but then he said that the game was over, and she just could not stop laughing at that. It was something about how he said it—it wasn’t funny unless you could have been there. And then the lights couldn’t seem to stay still, and she thought she had better sit again.
River came over and put her arm on Lily’s shoulder. “Hey, Lily, maybe you should take a break for a little bit, huh?” Lily looked up at her to see her face bearing an expression of concern mingled with amusement. Then when she tried to say something in reply, she burped and burst out giggling again. River just laughed lightly as well and stood there, letting Lily lean against her. After a minute or so, she left and came back with another cup of water. After Lily finished drinking it, she sat still for a few minutes, trying to get her equilibrium back.
As she sat there, feeling oddly warm and woozy, her wobbly gaze drifted over the room again. River had been the only person in here with her that she had known, at least, known well. Most of the others here (though it was hard to make her eyes focus) she recognized as being the troubled and troublemaking kids in her class. Wait, was that who she was hanging out with now? She had a sudden alarmed thought that she shouldn’t be here, she shouldn’t be associating with this crowd, doing whatever this crowd did. She made what felt to her like an abrupt move to stand up and leave, but attempting to do so made her head spin, and she sat down again with a moan.
Settling once more into her chair, her stare unexpectedly landed on a face she actually did recognize. Standing off in one of the corners, puffing on a cigarette half outside in the night, was Sam.
Lily’s face fell. She and Sam had been in the same class, but it was big enough that they had never had to cross paths. Which was something Lily hadn’t ever wanted to do, ever since the one time when they had, several years back. The two of them had worked together on a hayride at an annual harvest festival, and when Lily had needed to pee, Sam had teased her until she wet her pants. She was sure that Sam had told everyone about it at their school, only bolstering the rumors about her proclivity towards incontinence.
Now, seeing her again, Lily realized that all the drinks she had had up to now had to go somewhere, and her bladder was filling. She leaned forward and began to raise herself, more delicately this time, to go find a bathroom. But then Jay and one of the other two guys were standing there, right in front of her.
“Hey, Lily, how’re you feeling? Can I get you another drink?” Jay’s face looked almost too eager.
“Uhhh, no, prob’ly not.” Lily had to focus on forming her words. She wanted to go pee, but felt a little too bashful to tell Jay.
“Well, listen, a bunch of us are gonna head back to the school for our senior prank. You wanna come?”
Lily tried to process his words. “What’s…a senior prank?”
The other guy shared an elfin grin with Jay, then spoke up. “It’s where we all go pull some kind of prank that would probably get us expelled, but it’s too late ’cause we’ve already graduated.”
Lily still felt unsteady on her feet, and she could feel her bladder filling even more, but now both of the cute guys were smiling at her, and she could feel herself blushing. Besides, it sounded like fun. When was she ever one to turn down adventure? She smiled back, a giggle percolating from her mouth, and answered, “Sure! Sounds fun!”
Jay put his hand on her arm. “Great! I’ll make sure you get a ride with someone.”
Lily giggled again, momentarily touching his shoulder back. As he walked off, flashing her another smile as he did so, Lily told herself that she’d use a bathroom when they got back. She had never been invited to do something with the “cool kids” before, and it felt good. Standing there excitedly but swaying slightly, she looked over at River, who was by the door into the house. River was watching her with a face that looked increasingly worried. What was that for? Lily felt annoyed and turned and looked back toward Sam. Sam was also looking at her now, though with a scowl like icy daggers.
~*~*~*~*~
Angelica laughed as she came close to finishing her mocha. After her latte, when it felt like their conversation only just getting started, Brian offered to get her another coffee. When he said he had always been curious to try their mocha, Angelica elected to get it so he could have a sip. He, on the other hand, had barely touched his own coffee. Maybe he wasn’t that thirsty.
By now, once the initial coarse attempts at conversation had been overcome, the two of them had settled into an easy groove of banter. Angelica’s earlier excitement and nervousness about this time feeling like a date had melted away into comfortable familiarity. It was like what their phone conversations used to be like. She had told him about how business classes were going, and he had elaborated on his plans for the summer. It felt less like what she imagined a date would feel like and more like spending time with a friend, albeit a friend she was attracted to. But that was only at the periphery of her thoughts.
Something else that was at the edges of her awareness but was steadily encroaching was the effects the coffee was having on her. Despite the fact that she had almost wet herself earlier that day—or possibly because of that—her bladder felt more sensitive to being filled. Besides, wasn’t coffee a…whatever the word was for the thing that makes you pee? She was sure she had heard that was the case. It was fine, though. They were in a coffee shop and a toilet was just a demure excuse and brief intermission away. Right now, Brian was telling her a story from trade school of the time a classmate had almost lit his shirt on fire with a soldering iron. He was a natural storyteller, and Angelica listened, captivated.
Brian sighed as he brought his anecdote to a close. “It’s great to talk to you again, Angie. Sorry, Angelica. Do—do you mind if I call you Angie? I guess I haven’t asked.”
Angelica smiled, one corner of her mouth lifting. “Yes, of course. I, I mean, no, no, I don’t mind. You can call me Angie. I—I like it.” You can call me whatever you want and I’ll like it.
Brian smiled. “Thanks. I guess I’ve wanted to call you that for a long time, but I didn’t know if it would be out of place or something. I just—I don’t know, I think I always just felt more comfortable, more…familiar around you. Like you were my little sister.”
Angelica had to struggle to keep from reacting to that comment. Little sister? Is that how he saw her? Despite her efforts to keep the shock and disappointment from registering in her face, her eyes must have flashed, because Brian immediately closed his eyes and put a hand on his forehead in chagrin. “Ah, no. That came out wrong. Not like you were my sister. Just…more like…I don’t know, it just always felt good to be around you, and to know you were doing well. That’s why I was happy when you started texting me out of the blue. I had been wanting to get back in touch, but I didn’t know if it would seem too…I don’t know, creepy?”
Angelica tittered, partly from Brian’s awkwardness and mostly from relief. “I think I get it. Thanks for clarifying.” She exaggerated the last part, laughing again. “I always liked being around you, too.” Oops, was that too much? But Brian had said the same thing, hadn’t he? She wanted to be careful to not go further than he did in expressing how she felt, but it was a precarious line to toe. And now her need to pee was greater, and maybe she should just excuse herself.
Just then, though, Brian scooted his chair closer to hers and leaned towards her. He didn’t speak right away, but the air between them felt suddenly hushed, as if the conversation were about to turn toward something of portentous significance, and Angelica found herself moving closer in response, waiting for him to say something. He looked down, then up, then around, seeming to ponder his words. As he struggled to begin, Angelica watched him intently, amazed again at how handsome he was, her feelings for him quickly becoming central in her consciousness again. In a moment, the atmosphere had shifted towards one of joyful solemnity, and it felt much closer to Angelica’s idea of what a date would feel like. She waited patiently for him to find his voice. Say it, Brian. Tell me what you really feel.
His eyes made contact with hers and he laughed nervously. “I, I’m glad we could spend some time catching up together, Angelica—Angie.” He smiled at her.
She returned his smile, staring deep into his eyes. Don’t be afraid, Brian. Show me where your heart lies. “I am too.”
Their eyes held each other with a magnetic intensity, communicating wordlessly. Angelica subtly licked her lips in anticipation. She was almost absolutely sure that the romantic tension she felt was mutual, and nearing a breaking point. In response to her excitement, though, her bladder began constricting involuntarily, and she had to actively squeeze her muscles to keep from releasing a spurt. Time seemed to stretch out and condense all of her existence into this moment, heightening her senses. She was aware of every mottled variation in Brian’s irises, the hiss of the espresso machine off by the bar, the sensation of her black dress hanging on her shoulders, and, unfortunately, the feeling of her practically-dry-by-now panties pressing up against her sphincter, which was at the brink of treacherous release. She felt more alive than she could ever remember, yet at the same time, on the verge of panic.
Suddenly Brian seemed to lose his nerve and pulled back, clearing his throat. Angelica also straightened, trying not to feel crestfallen. Now that that was over, maybe she should actually go use the bathroom. She lifted her cup to her lips, first finishing off her mocha.
But then Brian spoke. “Hey, I’ve got an idea. I know a place I’d like to show you.”
Angelica swallowed her coffee and placed the cup down. “Really? Where?”
Brian’s eyes twinkled. Even if he had only suggested it to break the tension, he nonetheless appeared legitimately excited. “It’s a surprise.” When Angelica raised an eyebrow, he continued. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing sketchy or anything. But I can show you once we get there. It’s probably only about fifteen minutes from here.” His face was full of adventure.
Angelica eyed him for a moment in mock suspicion. “All right, I’m down. Lead on, sir knight.”
Brian grinned wider and stood. “Great! So…I’ll drive and you follow me? Or do you…want to ride with me?”
Angelica considered for a moment. “I’ll follow in my car.” Better safe than sorry.
Brian rubbed his hands together excitedly and began heading for the door. As Angelica followed him, he opened it for her and she strolled through, smirking coquettishly as she passed him. He walked to his car—a gray Kia two spaces down from hers—and called out, “I’ll try not to drive too fast.”
Angelica slid into her own car and started the engine, watching out her side window for Brian’s car to exit the parking lot first so she could go after. It was only after they had both driven out and gotten on the freeway that she remembered she still hadn’t peed. Shifting in her seat, she frowned. Hopefully there would be a toilet where they were going.
~*~*~*~*~
Lily was squished, along with four others, in the back seat of a Honda Civic. At least three of them were skinny girls, like herself. But the fourth was a guy she had never seen before, and one of the girls had to sit on his lap. He had his hands on her thighs, which kept making her laugh drunkenly and slap them away. Lily guessed they were boyfriend and girlfriend? At least she hoped they were. She imagined if she had had to be the one to sit on some guy’s lap and what that would be like. It would probably feel super awkward, having some guy’s crotch pressed up against your butt. Maybe it would be different if it were Jay…but Jay wasn’t in this car, to her disappointment.
The loud revelry in the car, the cramped quarters, the various smells of alcohol and marijuana and tobacco were all exacerbating her queasiness from the beer she’d drunk. She wanted to be a part of the voluble interactions surrounding her, but right now she was mostly concentrating on burping out some of the pressure in her stomach, trying very hard to keep from bringing anything else up with it. Not to mention she had to pee pretty bad by now. Her hips were squeezed in tightly between the girls on either side of her, making it difficult to squirm in her seat as her bladder bulged out against the waist of her shorts. Not a single seatbelt was fastened.
She knew that they were evidently headed back to the school building, which thankfully was not far from Aaron’s house, judging by how short of a ride it had been to get there after graduation. Her concentration was vacillating between keeping the liquid inside at one end and keeping it inside at the other. She didn’t want to think about what it would be like if she suddenly had to lurch over and puke on the floor, but she felt even more fearful of peeing herself. She could imagine losing control with a whimper, her hot urine flooding her shorts, unnoticed by the other occupants until it spread out over the seat and got their rear ends wet, too. All the better that she wasn’t the one sitting on a guy’s lap. The utterly mortifying thought of soaking her pants on top of him, with his undoubtedly enraged reaction once he realized what was happening, but her inability to stop or get off, instead having to totally empty herself all over his groin—she couldn’t conceive of anything more humiliating. She could feel her face go red with hypothetical embarrassment, then she abruptly belched as the thought made her insides tighten. With one hand, she covered her mouth, careful to keep anything but air from escaping, and with the other, she quickly grabbed her crotch and squeezed. She had to think of something else.
To her relief, it was at that moment that the car turned into the parking lot of the school. As it pulled into an empty spot near the extreme side of the building and turned off, all the passengers were able to vacate their sardine can and stretch. Lily stood slowly, still feeling lightheaded and carsick, and gulped down the fresh air greedily. At least her head was a little clearer by now. Two other cars were nearby, having apparently only arrived a little before hers, and evidently just as full. The group of twenty-some-odd graduates was starting to gather loosely together.
Lily glanced around. The parking lot was nearly deserted, a pronounced change from its overly crowded state only a few hours earlier. The building also was dark and abandoned, all the vigor from the day and indeed the past school year having dissipated into quiescent estivation. It seemed so surreal, that just days before this was where their daily life centered—tests, papers, subjects, all learning, learning, learning—and now they were free. The world was open before them, and anything seemed possible. She thought back to her valedictory address and how she had earned it, thought about all the hard work put in and how it had paid off. And now look where she was. Drunk, hanging out with a bunch of the delinquent kids, about to do something potentially illegal, and to top it off, on the verge of peeing herself. For the second time that day. She crossed her legs tightly and took a deep breath.
But hold on. Was it really as bad as all that? After all, she had put in a bunch of hours, nose to the grindstone, working her tail off. She earned being valedictorian? Darn right, she did. Well, then she earned a night off, too. She’d impressed everyone, including herself; she could let her hair down for one night. Gosh, with all those dour contemplations of gloom, she had been sounding almost like Angie. A single night of partying wouldn’t ruin her life. As long as mom doesn’t find out, at least. She chuckled to herself at that last thought.
As she laughed off the inchoate and still nascent concerns before they could mature, she felt a lessening of the pressure in her bladder also. A quick gasp and hand to the crotch allayed suspicions of having started to pee involuntarily. In her tipsy state, she wasn’t sure if she would feel a loss of bladder control. But no, everything was still perfectly dry, and she was feeling good. Could it really be that the secret to urinary continence all this time was simply to not worry about it? Boy, wouldn’t that be great! Just don’t worry about it. She smiled daftly to herself. Tonight’s gonna be my don’t-worry-about-it night. Silly old Angie. Where has worrying ever gotten you?
She was still on the outskirts of the teenagers, who had formed a diffuse crowd by one of the cars. They were now busy carousing and smoking, and Lily wondered if any of them had actually come up with a prank to pull, or if this were just a place where they could keep partying. After standing by herself for close to half a minute, hands in her back pockets, she was approached by Jay. He had apparently come in one of the earlier carpools.
“Hey, Lily, you want another drink?” He held out a beer bottle to her.
Lily hesitated for a split second. Sure, he was cute, but was this the only way he knew how to converse? Then she remembered her mantra for tonight. Don’t worry about it. Oh, yeah. She grinned back at him and accepted the bottle from his hand, taking a swig. Her vision was still a little blurry around the edges, though, so she eased up, figuring it would be better to pace herself. Jay hovered close by her, his free hand occasionally brushing the side of her arm. She didn’t pull away.
“You’re, like, pretty cool, Lily. I didn’t think the top of our class would know how to party.”
Lily giggled and touched her face, blushing. “Yeah, well, me neither before tonight!”
“Yeah, so, like, me and you should hang out. Maybe you could help me study.”
Lily laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. “We just graduated, silly!”
Jay laughed with her but didn’t clarify what he meant. Instead he just stood there, his fingers lightly caressing her elbow, watching with a keen expression as she took another sip of beer.
Just then, one of the senior guys stood up on the trunk of one of the cars and cupped his hands over his mouth. “Hey! Everyone follow me! We’re gonna go streaking on the football field!”
This was met with various incoherent cheers from the rest of the youth, though Lily had a feeling they would have cheered at almost anything by this point. En masse, the crowd started trailing after the leader, leaving their cars and walking in the grass along the side of the building. Once they reached the corner, he removed his shoes and socks, then emptied his pockets, leaving a pile close up by the brick wall of the school. Then, with an exaggerated sensual gyration, he began to remove his shirt. His bare chest didn’t look exceptionally well-defined, at least to Lily’s estimation, but that didn’t stop a chorus of bawdy catcalls emanating from the rest of her classmates. After tossing his shirt with the rest of his things, he unbuttoned his jeans, bent over, flashed an irreverent grin to his spectators, and removed pants and underwear in one smooth motion. As he stood up straight in all his glory, a cacophony of whistles, hoots, and guffaws rang out from his audience.
Lily dropped her eyes, turning red. Sure, maybe this was just a bit of harmless fun, but she had never seen a naked guy before, and she felt uncomfortable, even though she wasn’t the unclothed one. Still, everyone else seemed okay with it, so how bad could it be? She cautiously lifted her gaze again, letting it linger on the space between his legs. It was one thing to see diagrams in a textbook, but there was the real thing. Then she suddenly realized that her mouth was hanging open and she snapped it shut, blushing anew.
By this time, another one of the guys was undressing, and so was one of the girls. She appeared to enjoy teasing everyone watching her with her amateur peep show, bending over at the waist with her bottom swaying salaciously toward the horny guys as she pulled off her pants. She then straightened, unstrapped her bra, and looked over her shoulder at the crowd, arching her back so her rear end stuck out and holding her arms over her chest. The thirsty cries from her oglers reached a crescendo as she turned and held her arms behind her head, letting her breasts drop on clear display. Lily subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her own chest, amazed at the brazenness of her classmates.
Now that the first guys and first girl had taken the plunge, more began to join them. These newcomers didn’t bother with putting on a show; they merely quickly and efficiently removed their clothing, making piles of their own by the wall. Those who had already undressed by now had started sprinting off across the football field, which was still brightly illuminated by its all-night floodlights.
Jay put his hand on Lily’s arm and turned to her. “Hey, you wanna join them?”
Lily didn’t know how to respond. Even she wasn’t that daring. “I, uh, I don’t know…”
Jay laughed. “Come on. It’ll be fun. What’s the worst that could happen?” Then he gave her that grin of his again, his eyes quickly going down and up her body. “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re pretty hot, you know that?”
Lily blinked in surprise. Her, hot? She had always thought of herself as too reedy to be considered conventionally attractive. Maybe a 5/10, tops, but she was skinny and her breasts were on the smaller side. Did he really think so? She found herself blushing in spite of herself.
Jay laughed again. “I’ll join you. You don’t want to leave me out there by myself, do you?”
Lily giggled nervously, then took another swallow of beer. She had to admit, she wanted to see what Jay would look like without any clothes on. Besides, it wasn’t as if she’d be the only one out there. Don’t worry about it. She scrunched up her mouth in momentary deliberation, then smiled widely. “Sure, let’s do it!”
Jay gave her a wink, and they both set about the task of disrobing. She could hear the sound of the other seniors, about fifteen in total, already on the field, whooping impiously. Taking one last swig from her bottle, she set it down on the grass, then pulled her phone out of her back pocket and placed it on the ground as well.
She was just about to start untying her shoes when a bright beam of light shot in their direction from the far end of the parking lot. A loud voice yelled angrily from its source. “Hey! What are you doing?” Lily’s heart lodged in her throat and stopped at the same time. They had been caught. She was immediately on her feet again, but then she froze, not knowing what to do, her brain overwhelmed with alarm. The light was wobbling erratically, no doubt meaning that the person holding it was approaching, and fast. With assorted shrieks and chaotic shouts, the seniors scattered like cockroaches, most not even stopping to grab their clothes.
With their prank now having collapsed into total disorder, the unwise juveniles ran every which way, with no coherent thought about what to do. Lily, seeing everyone else take off, likewise bolted, not knowing where she was going. Jay was no longer anywhere to be seen. She thought that maybe he would be by the parking lot, or maybe someone would be there who could drive them away, away to safety. She sprinted back the way they had come, even though it was towards their spotter. If she could just round the corner before he was upon her, maybe she could still escape.
As soon as she was back on the concrete of the lot, she angled sharply away from the light. To her dismay, she could see no one by the cars they had taken to get there. It didn’t matter anymore. Right now, the only thing she had to do was run, keep running, not get caught. Terror seized her as she rushed pell-mell through the empty parking lot, limbs jerking wildly, uncoordinated by fear and by alcohol. Her vision was beginning to blur, both with exertion and with the frightened tears now spilling out over her face. She had been so stupid to come here tonight. Now they were all going to get caught and go to jail for underage drinking. What was she going to do?
She didn’t stop until she found herself clear on the other side of the parking lot, facing grass again. Panting and gasping, she stopped by a car parked near the edge, one of the few that had still been there when they had arrived. She looked out at the field of grass that extended beyond, going out to the main road. Where could she go now?
A hiss off to her side made her yelp and jump. She turned her head, startled, to see a figure huddled behind the car. The shadowy person suddenly reached up and grabbed her arm, yanking her forcefully down to the pavement. Lily tried to pull away and get back up, but then she saw in the dark a familiar face. It was Sam, now whispering feverish admonitions for silence, leaning in close to Lily with a finger in front of her lips. Lily hadn’t even seen Sam come with the rest of them. Still breathless and panicked, she immediately began blubbering half-formed questions interspersed with sobs. Sam responded by reaching over and clapping a hand over Lily’s mouth. “Shut up! Shut up, Lily! You’re gonna get us both caught!” Lily tried to breathe, tried to quell her crying, but she was still shaking severely. In addition, her need to pee from earlier was now returning with a vengeance, and she could feel her bladder quivering with anxiety. She clenched her muscles, trying to stay in control, her thighs tensing up all the way down to her knees.
In the dark, though, her muffled weeping was the only sound beside the crickets and night breeze. The earlier commotion and the person who had found them—probably a faculty member—couldn’t be heard at all. Lily had run the whole length of the parking lot, and Sam had come just as far—could it be that they had gotten away? At least both of them still had their clothes on. Was the coast clear enough for them to disappear into the night, unnoticed? Lily’s tears began to abate slightly as her fear loosened its grip.
Sam evidently had the same idea and raised herself up from her crouch to survey the parking lot, letting go of Lily’s mouth. Lily inhaled deeply through her mouth and wiped her nose, sniffling. If no one was out there, they could simply leave. Then she remembered dolefully that she didn’t have her cell phone with her. Could she wait nearby and come get it when it was safe to do so? Or…would it be found and traced back to her, landing her in trouble anyway? Could that even be done?
But before these thoughts could be answered, Sam dropped low, breathing out an adrenaline-fueled exhalation. She whispered, the barely audible whisper of the escaped convict, “Crap! It’s the principal. He’s right over there. What is he still doing here?”
As soon as it had started to lessen, Lily’s fear surged back with a vengeance, electrifying every nerve and setting her hair on end. Her breathing and heartrate quickened, and her eyes welled up with tears again. Against her will, a sob burst out, making Sam clamp a frenzied hand over her mouth again, sternly shushing her. In her scared and miserable state, Lily could feel her bladder tightening and pain shooting throughout her lower abdomen and crotch. She really wished that she had peed before coming here, or better yet, that she hadn’t come here at all.
~*~*~*~*~
After a few minutes alone in the car, with nothing to think about except her filling bladder and eager anticipation of where they were going (which only accentuated her filling bladder), Angelica began to worry. They had gotten off the freeway only two exits after getting on, but now he was leading her on a dark and deserted rural road in the middle of absolute nowhere. She had no idea what could be around here that Brian would want to show her, which meant that either the trip would be longer than he said, or else there probably wouldn’t be restrooms. Neither option felt very comforting at the moment. It didn’t help that he was driving slower than normal to make sure she could follow.
As it turned out, though, Brian had been right about the spot being no more than fifteen minutes away. Without warning, he turned on his hazard lights and slowed even more. Angelica checked her rearview mirror instinctively to make sure nobody was behind them, even though the entire surroundings were dark as far as she could see. After they both decreased speed to nearly a crawl, he finally pulled off onto the gravel shoulder and turned off his engine. Angelica did the same and sat, craning her neck to try to see anything at all. All that greeted her gaze was the full moon illuminating rows of woods on either side. Where were they?
Brian was now out of his car and approaching her window, his face still beaming. Angelica immediately felt his infectious enthusiasm start to seep into her as well, only amplified by her feelings for him. But part of her still held back. What was this place, after all? Her bladder pulsed and tensed inside her, and she rolled down her window halfway and tried to ask in a manner that wouldn’t sound too accusatory. “Where are we, Brian?”
In response, he merely straightened up and stared off into the trees, pointing. She squinted in the direction he was looking, but couldn’t see anything. Her face of confusion as she turned back toward him elicited a laugh. “Come on, Angie, I’ll show you!”
Tentatively, she opened her door and stepped out onto the gravelly dirt. She could feel her urine sloshing as she stood, and she bit on her tongue to keep from wincing. Whatever this place was, she knew she definitely couldn’t stay long. Mincing delicately after him towards the trees, she wrapped her arms around herself, a chilly night breeze now blowing through the starlit sky. He stopped about ten feet off from the road and stood still, facing into the woods. She walked up beside him, still hugging herself. Her eyes were adjusting to the dark, and other than seeing that the ground dropped off sharply into a basin a few feet further, she couldn’t tell what he was looking at. She suppressed a shiver and clenched her thighs together.
“See, it’s down there.” He extended his arm again, trying to help her see. She leaned forward, straining to catch what he was pointing at, all the while discreetly wiggling her leg to keep her mind off her need to pee. She could see the woods stretching out into the depression beside the road, and farther off, through the trees, faint lights off another road…but then, closer to them, at the bottom of the embankment, she could make out tiny shimmers, like light on water. And then, all at once, she could tell that it was the moonlight reflecting off a medium-sized body of water, like a fishing lake.
She turned back to Brian, who had a look of impish amusement on his face. She didn’t even ask a question; the shake she gave her head combined with the look of bafflement did that for her. He had brought her out of civilization to show her…a pond?
He laughed again, good-naturedly. “That,” he said, nodding toward the water, “is the lake I never got to show you.” When it was clear by her expression that she wasn’t following, he continued. “Those years ago, at Collins Farms. Remember? That was the first real time we got to spend together.”
Angelica was astonished. She stood there, gazing at him in amazement. He recalled that day…fondly? And enough to actually bring her back after all this time to fulfill a high school promise? That was the day she thought she had ruined her chances with him. Her throat and lips suddenly felt dry, and she swallowed. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a cracked whisper. “You—you remember that?”
He nodded, the lighthearted gaiety in his face transforming into something more profound, taking on a depth of maturity. The seriousness in his countenance did nothing to diminish the happiness in his eyes, however; on the contrary, it enhanced it, solidifying it and crystallizing it into something realer—something like joy. It was as if she could see the puppy love from when they were kids metamorphose into actual, genuine, authentic…
And then her bladder tensed up again and she was snapped out of the moment. Crap. Why now? Something big, something lifechanging was happening here, and she really didn’t want to have to cut it short. As best as she could without drawing attention to herself, she clenched her sphincter, tightening her butt muscles, and crossed one ankle over the other.
Brian spoke, facing the lake again, the night wind ruffling his hair. “Yeah, this is the closest we can get to it, unfortunately. I meant to show it to you for real back then. I thought it would be special. But then we got lost, and…you…” He trailed off, leaving her to fill in the blanks. What he left out was that they had gotten lost when she really needed to use the bathroom, and she had ended up wetting her pants. Just perfect. She could have had this conversation at any other time. Why did it have to be now, when she had to pee again? She could feel the tingling sparks of stinging desperation in her lower abdomen and wished she could sit down, at least.
As she stood there biting on her lip, she must have been fidgeting visibly, because Brian suddenly noticed and turned back to her again. “Oh. Here.” In one smooth motion he removed his charcoal suit jacket and wrapped it around Angelica’s shoulders. He must have assumed she was shivering with cold. She should be so lucky. And now she was reminded of the first (and only) time she had worn Brian’s jacket, and it was that same day at the harvest festival, right after she had peed her pants. Here she was again, at the lake, with Brian, wearing his jacket—her thoughts went back to what she had been contemplating during the graduation ceremony, the strange connection between Brian and her accidents; and then they went further back, back to the year before, at the Davises’ house, where she had peed herself in a bizarre pantomime of earlier incidents. Twice. Was this going to be the same? As apprehension began polluting her brain, she could feel her urine weighing heavily inside her, stretching her bladder painfully. No. That time at the harvest festival, she had felt too timorous to be decisive, instead merely passively seeing where things went. She wouldn’t just stand here and do the same. It was time to be resolute.
“Brian,” she said, her tone even and almost with a hint of sovereign dignity, “why don’t you tell me why you really brought me here?”
~*~*~*~*~
Lily sat, trembling and petrified, against the car. Tears were still flowing from her eyes and sobs catching in her throat, unable to be held back. Sam held her hand firmly over Lily’s mouth, keeping her as quiet as she could, and occasionally raised herself up from her crouch to peer through the car window out at the parking lot. Every time she did, she would immediately duck back down again, letting Lily know that the coast was decidedly not clear yet. For her own part, Lily stayed huddled, sweat breaking out on her brow, eyes darting to and fro in terrified suspense.
Her bladder was pulsing incessantly inside her by now. She could feel her pee drumming up against her quivering sphincter, demanding release. As she shook harder in panic, her bladder convulsed rebelliously, threatening to mutiny against her rapidly abating willpower. She had to hold on, though. She couldn’t wet her pants in front of Sam, not again.
Sam was about to hazard a glance out again when Lily moaned slightly louder than normal through Sam’s hand. Sam leaned in close and whispered harshly, “Shut up! Just shut up! We can’t let him know we’re here! We have to stay quiet until he leaves!” Lily tried, but she was still bawling in fear, hot tears pouring out over her cheeks and down Sam’s white knuckles. Her urine was throbbing inside her. Sam looked out again before suddenly ducking low, lower than she had before. Despite her blunt pushiness, Lily could hear the quaver in Sam’s voice. “Oh no, no, no, he’s coming this way.”
Lily whimpered and cried harder, the alcohol in her system rendering her unstrung with terror. Even though her mouth was still covered, she began blubbering hysterics. “They’re gonna throw us in jail for drinking…we’re gonna go to jail and prob’ly get beaten up and molested or something…what’re we gonna do?”
None of these words, of course, were discernable through Sam’s hand, but Sam nonetheless hissed back, “Shut up! Stop making noise!”
Lily shivered even more violently, her bladder tensing up involuntarily inside her and her intestines churning forebodingly. She gripped her crotch with both hands and squeezed her thighs together, her knees bent and drawn up to her chest. Visions of police cars and handcuffs and prison bars flashed through her head, and she felt woozy. She imagined the principal finding them, and standing in front of him—and then later, in front of a cop—with pee pouring down her legs, unable to be contained any longer by her. She squeezed harder, trying to stave off the inevitable, but knowing it was impossible. “I’m gonna wet myself,” she half moaned, half sobbed, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m gonna pee myself…I’m peeing my pants…”
She continued to tremble fiercely as a loud hissing began to resound from her crotch. Even though she was clutching herself as tightly as she could with both hands, she could feel the hot urine warming her underwear and shorts and spraying shamefully through her fingers. Closing her eyes and crying louder, she found the sensation of the wet fabric around her private parts to be eroding her resolve and causing her mind to revert to a sense of subconscious infantilism and her body to primal instinct. Her inhibitions gave way, and the next thing she knew, she was peeing freely into her panties, and hard. She could feel the disgraceful heat expand ignominiously under her posterior, a puddle forming around the sodden, darkened beige of her shorts. Most humiliating, though, was the powerful jet of urine that was plowing through the inept barricade of her shaking hands, arcing in scattered droplets over the moonlit concrete and splashing in her spreading limpid pool of terrified embarrassment.
Sam realized what was happening in a moment. She grimaced, only half out of anger, and whispered sharply, “For crying out loud, Lily, are you seriously peeing yourself right now?” She then squeezed her eyes shut and lowered herself in her crouch until she was folded up as compactly as possible. As Lily stared, Sam stayed that way for a few seconds, not moving. Lily didn’t know what was wrong with her, but her own tears were abating as she continued to empty herself out, the pressure slowly lessening. By now her puddle had grown to nearly three feet, her shorts dark around her crotch and partially up her thighs.
Eventually Sam opened her eyes again, and this time Lily could detect that Sam’s brazen exterior was cracking, revealing legitimate consternation underneath. Sam’s eyes were now full of alarm, and she was biting down firmly on her lower lip. She shifted in her crouch, adjusting her hand on Lily’s mouth as she did so. At the same time, however, Lily saw her other hand go between her legs and start working up and down. A small eternity passed as they waited like this, during which Lily’s bladder finally finished voiding itself with a last few weak spurts into the drenched fabric of her underwear. As Lily’s lower abdomen relaxed somewhat (though she was still shaking with adrenaline), Sam seemed to only grow tenser. Her face conveyed genuine dread, and she appeared to be holding her breath.
After what felt like forever, Sam tentatively raised herself up again to get a look, her hand still between her thighs. As soon as she did, however, she dropped back down instantly, losing her balance. She had to quickly move the hand in her groin out onto the pavement to keep from toppling, planting it with a splish into Lily’s puddle, and her crouch turned into a half-crouch, half-kneel. But then, she did something Lily didn’t expect. Still biting down on her lip, she let out a whimper.
Even through her fear, Lily looked over, wondering what was the matter. Sam bent down lower and seemed to be suddenly breathing very heavily. What was happening to her?
Then Sam whimpered again and whispered, in a voice that almost sounded as if she were going to cry, “Screw you, Lily, look what you made me do.”
Lily didn’t know what she meant, but then Sam lowered her head and actually did start to cry, a quiet, lachrymose display of self-pity that belied her earlier hard-nosed façade. Surprised at this sudden show of vulnerability, Lily gaped as Sam wept harder, her shoulders shaking in dejection. That was when Lily noticed something else, lower down. As she watched, even in the low light, she could see a change happening on the thighs of Sam’s pants. It took a moment to register what she was seeing, but then it clicked. They went from reflecting the moonlight to absorbing it, shiny to dark, and it could only mean one thing.
Sam was wetting her pants, too.
Lily kept staring as Sam thoroughly soaked herself, unable, it seemed, to staunch the flow. Within a few seconds the wet stain had covered the entirety of Sam’s thigh down to her knee, and then a puddle began to expand outward on the concrete. Lily could also hear the dribbling and trickling as Sam’s loss of bladder control extended underneath her butt cheek on her other leg and dripped down from the hamstring. Sam didn’t move or make any attempt to thwart Nature’s course as she continued to flood her pants, joining Lily in self-humiliation. Her urine continued to spread outward over the surface of the parking lot, merging with Lily’s and creeping outward towards where the pavement met grass. As she witnessed such a clear and obvious accident, Lily felt her own bladder contract again, pushing one or two more hot spurts into her underwear, reheating her crotch and bottom in helpless sympathy.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds by the time Sam was finished peeing, and the silent sobs of shock had subsided also. She looked up, her eyes red and her face tear-streaked and angry, and whispered caustically, “Now you made me pee myself too. I hope you’re happy.”
Lily felt her throat tighten up painfully as her eyes welled up again. She hadn’t meant to make Sam also have an accident. It wasn’t enough that she had completely wet her shorts in fear, now Sam was mad at her because she had done the same thing? It wasn’t her fault. Tears began to spill out over her eyelids and down her cheeks again. Why did Sam hate her so much? Why did she even come out here in the first place? Why couldn’t Angie be with her instead of Sam? Angie never got mad when they peed themselves together. She wished she could just go home. Go home and disappear. She wept again, quietly this time, as her inebriated state spun a litany of woe through her hazy mind.
The intensity of panic which had seized both girls earlier was dissipating, leaving them now huddled coldly in damp clothes, with nothing to do but wait as their muscles grew stiff and their faces dried. Lily had no idea what was taking the principal so ridiculously long to simply get in his car and drive away, but based off of Sam’s reactions to her reconnaissance endeavors, he hadn’t done so yet. Her hand was still on Lily’s mouth, not gripping as tightly now, but not willing to risk being removed.
~*~*~*~*~
Brian looked taken aback, almost startled. “What do you mean?”
Angelica kept her gaze fixed on him, penetrating him, searching him. I am a woman, Brian. I am neither a chit nor a plaything. If you want me, you will have to show me that you are a man, and not a boy or a coward. “I think you know what I mean. You’ve said you’re glad we’re friends. Well, friends don’t take friends out for coffee, then alone to a romantic moonlit lake where they put their jacket over their shoulders.” She closed her mouth and let her words sink in, watching, waiting to see what he would do. Do it, Brian. If you would be my king, step up and accept the crown of manhood.
Brian turned and stared off toward the lake again, his face wrought with pensive gravitas. Twice he seemed close to beginning a sentence, only to lapse back into silence. Angelica said nothing herself, instead letting the weight of the moment rest on him.
Unfortunately, it was becoming increasingly difficult to stand still. She was now tightening her thigh muscles as much as she could without bobbing or bouncing, and she wished she could cross her legs. With one hand, she subtly reached around and gave her crotch a quick squeeze from behind. It wasn’t very effective, but it was the best she could do right now. It was almost laughable, the fact that such a potentially pivotal moment in her life, a point of such profound sacredness, could be offset by a few hundred milliliters of liquid in the wrong place. As the thought passed through her head, she very nearly did start laughing, but was checked by the earnestness of this instant—and the pain in her bladder.
At long last, Brian let out a deep sigh and faced her again. “Okay. Okay, okay. You’re right.” He sighed again, rubbed the back of his head, and took a deep breath. “You want the truth? Here it is.” He paused once more, glancing around him, trying to find the words. Angelica kept watching, but the suspense was making her crotch tingle even more intensely, and she had to discreetly rub her thighs together. Finally, he confessed. “I…like you, Angie. I really, really like you.” It was hard to tell in the low light, but Angelica guessed his face was flushed. His pace quickened, evidently in relief at being able to release this burden. If only Angelica didn’t have her own burden that badly needed release as well.
“I’ve liked you, gosh, since I first met you. When I wanted to take you here those years ago, it was because I liked you. And then…you had your…y’know, your accident…and it seemed like you avoided me after that. And I felt too awkward to try to push it, ’cause I thought it would be too embarrassing for you.” Angelica chewed on her lip. He was absolutely right about it being embarrassing for her, but if she had only known how he’d felt, she would have swallowed that pill early and gotten it over with. Of course, right now she was in much the same predicament.
“That’s why I was so happy when you started texting me. I guess I’d always felt too timid to try to reach out first. It was dumb, and I was dumb. But, but, Angie,” And here he suddenly stepped closer to her and put his hands on her shoulders. Angelica felt a jolt go through her, every nerve awake with excited anticipation. The same went for her urinary system, and she had to suppress a squeak as the sudden contraction very nearly spelled disaster. “Angie, I’m not going to be afraid to say it anymore.” His eyes, even in the dark, were piercing through her. “I like you. I think you’re beautiful, and smart, and sensible, and…ah, I don’t know how to say it—good. Like…virtuous. Gosh, I guess that sounds old-fashioned, huh?” He chuckled out of giddy relief. “But you amaze me. And—and I just need you to know that, I guess.”
Angelica was lost in his gaze, his words penetrating her heart. Unlike earlier, where her emotions had felt like the flashes of pyrotechnics, now the sensation was much quieter, deeper, sweeter. It soaked into her, like clear water into dry soil, bringing to life a blossom that she thought long dead. The garden of her soul was redolent with an aroma so pure, so achingly beautiful—like nectar from Elysium—that she thought she might cry. “Oh, Brian,” was all she could manage, barely audible. “Brian.” She gently reached up with one hand and placed it on his cheek. You have won my heart, sir knight. Now come take your prize.
Brian’s face was now inches from her own, and he began to slowly lean in. Angelica found herself doing the same, raising her lips towards his. In the back of her mind, warnings were blaring from her bladder, red alerts screaming that if she did this, there could be no hope of holding it. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, all the way down to her feet, every muscle tense in anticipation. But it was too late. There was no going back now.
At the last moment, Angelica closed her eyes, and the next thing she knew, her lips were pressed against Brian’s. His kiss was soft and tender, his lips gentle in their caress of her own. All the emotional buildup to this moment rushed through her in an instant, and she raised herself further up, pressing harder into the kiss, savoring every bit of it, relishing the long, long awaited chance to do what she had so greatly desired for so long. All that time spent wondering, hoping, waiting, fearing—it all led to this point. And it was all totally, completely, one hundred percent worth every second.
Of course, at the same time, just as she knew it would, her sphincter gave way and her pee began shooting out of her. The kiss deepened as the heat spread all through her panties, wetting them for the second time that day. By this time, Brian’s hands were around her waist and hers were on his neck, her fingers stroking his hair. The two of them had their bodies pressed up close together, and a tiny part at the back of her brain was glad that she was wearing a black dress, since the wetness would be less noticeable, but nervous that her pee might get on his shoes. By now it was flowing liberally down her thighs, the streams tickling her skin and dribbling out over her pumps. Thankfully, since her ankles were squeezed together, they served as a cushion for the urine, preventing it from splashing too much. Still, she could feel it filling her shoes and knew that there would be a puddle where she was standing, hopefully not too obvious in the grass.
~*~*~*~*~
They had been hidden now for close to ten minutes, the only sound around them being the serenade of crickets off in the grass. Lily’s rear end was increasingly sore from its seat on the hard pavement. Sam, for her part, had awkwardly shifted to a makeshift seiza position right next to Lily, softly shivering. Since both of their pants were now wet, she didn’t seem to mind sitting in their puddle. Lily wiggled slightly, and then again, trying to ease the discomfort in her bottom, her sopping panties chafing as she did so. Eventually, unable to find relief, she straightened up to a kneel then settled herself on her ankles, mirroring Sam. As she lowered herself down again, however, she misjudged her balance in her lightheaded state and fell heavily backwards against the car which had served as their hideout so far. Her shoulders made a resounding thunk against the door, and her head followed, thankfully not as forcefully.
Lily’s hands immediately flew to the back of her scalp, massaging the sore spot. Sam, on the other hand, sat up, galvanized into vigilance by the abrupt intrusion into the hush of the night. Raising herself up to her knees once more, she peeked over the car window. Immediately she ducked back down, bending as low as possible, her breathing suddenly accelerated and her face full of panic. Lily could feel the hair standing up on her neck as fear coursed through her nerve endings again, and her insides quivered with dread. When Sam spoke, her voice was shaky and barely audible. “I think he heard us.” She was shaking, and as cold sweat beaded on her forehead, Lily could hear a recurrent pshh psshh pshhhh coming from her. Looking down, she could see Sam’s pants darkening around the crotch again as Sam once more began to spurt into her panties in fright. Her own bladder contracted, but there was very little to expel. All it did was make her butt grow warm again.
Sam was leaking uncontrollably now, biting down on her lip, her eyes wide with trepidation. As the wetness on her thighs slowly descended, she squeezed her eyes and thighs closed and squeaked out, “Oh crap. Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap!” And in that moment, it seemed as though she was close to doing just that.
As unglued with fear as Sam was, though, Lily was worse. Panic was settling into every pore of her body, and her heart was racing. Had she had any urine left inside her bladder, Sam’s sudden show of terror would have caused her to be inexorably spraying it out. She was trembling like a leaf herself by now, teeth chattering, her mind fluttering with images of degradation and worse at being found out by the principal—her, the valedictorian, with alcohol on her breath and pee-stained clothes. Her entire abdominal cavity felt as though it were constricting, and she was grateful for Sam’s hand over her mouth, afraid that without it, she would puke. Her gut was roiling as pressure built up inside. And then, on top of it all, Sam had uttered that string of interjections. It had only been an expression of her fear, but somewhere in Lily’s scared and intoxicated subconscious, it combined with the warmth under her bottom and took on the nature of a directive.
Lily groaned and leaned forward as she felt the pressure in her intestines mount beyond what she could contain. Powerless to stop it, she could feel her cheeks spread as the contents of her rectum were suddenly and unceremoniously expelled into her clothes. It rushed out with a nauseating bubbling sound, hot, liquid excrement that squelched loudly in its exodus. Lily had of course had diarrhea before, and she had occasionally pooped her pants as well, but the two had never been combined. She winced and grimaced as this unpleasant new sensation introduced itself. Instead of remaining more or less contained in her underwear, her poop poured out in a soupy mess, soaking through her panties and shorts and flowing down her thighs, where is splattered over her calves and slopped into a fetid puddle between her legs.
Poor Lily gasped in shock and embarrassment at her sudden foul mess. Unfortunately for her, since Sam’s hand was still over her mouth, the rapid intake of breath only served to fill her nostrils with the overwhelmingly noxious odor from her second accident. Had she had more experience with alcohol, she would have recognized the effects of excessive drinking on bowel movements, namely on their consistency and their smell. Instead, she was forced to learn the hard way. As the pungent stench burned her sinuses, she violently pulled away from Sam’s grip, hacking and coughing. As she did so, the last of her poop squirted out in a runny wet fart, spraying out of the cuffs of her shorts. Sam had also been caught off guard by Lily’s loss of bowel control, and as Lily quickly turned away, some of her mess ended up splashing on Sam. This, combined with the putrid smell that now permeated the air, made Sam double over in the other direction, choking and retching as if she were about to vomit. And then, bent over on her hands and knees, she did just that, bringing up the last of the alcohol in her system onto the concrete.
As Sam leaned back with a shudder and wiped her mouth, Lily was still gagging and holding her nose, trying very hard not to follow Sam’s example. The whole ordeal, however, had produced an appreciable ruckus—a far cry from their earlier attempts at subtlety. It was Sam who heard the footsteps rapidly nearing from the other side of the car. Despite her earlier abrasiveness, she seized Lily’s arm and roughly hauled her to her feet in a show of fugitive solidarity. “Run!” she barked, and the next thing Lily knew, she was sprinting as fast as she could on stiff and wobbly legs. The watery mess in her shorts was liberated by the jostling of her body, flinging poop out over the grass and causing it to course down her legs in vile streaks. They didn’t risk looking behind them, instead running and running and running until they could go no further, collapsing on the grass breathlessly, with dry throats and aching sides. They lay there, panting and gasping, still nervous about being caught, for several minutes.
Once they had caught their breath somewhat, a quick survey of their location showed that they had made it around the school building and were now not far off from the bleachers of the football field. That meant that they had ended up making almost a full orbit of the school since they had first been sent scattering like roaches by the arrival of faculty. If they were lucky, their things would still be sitting where they had left them, in little piles by the building on the other side of the field, including Lily’s phone. She would try to call Angie. Hopefully she would be able to help them out.
Lily slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling crusty from where her diarrhea had begun to dry out on her skin. Standing over Sam, it was her turn to show support. She extended her hand for Sam to take. Sam seemed to consider it for a moment, unwilling, apparently, to show a need for help. After a few seconds, though, she acquiesced, pulling herself up wordlessly. “Come on,” said Lily, “my phone should be over here.” She turned and began trudging toward the corner of the school, with Sam reluctantly following.
Rounding the corner, to her great relief, Lily could see what was left of the piles of belongings. Evidently most of the seniors had already retrieved their personal effects, but off to the side, just where she had left it, Lily saw her neon green phone case. She leaned over to pick it up, her sullied underwear chafing as she did so. She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she turned on the screen, about to send a text off to Angelica. Before she did, though, she raised her gaze and made eye contact with Sam. “Where’s your phone?”
Sam blew out a small sigh of irritation. “I left it at Aaron’s house. I thought we’d all be going back there.”
Lily chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. Aaron’s house was far too far away to walk to, even in dry clothes. “Well, do you have anyone you need to call?”
Sam wrinkled her brow in thought, seemingly pondering the question of which person would be the least embarrassing for her to admit she’d wet her pants to. Eventually she asked, trying to keep her voice even, “Do you have Brad’s number?”
Lily reddened slightly. No, she didn’t have Sam’s boyfriend’s number; in fact, she probably had almost no one’s number. It was stupid of her to ask in the first place. Aaron was one of the few people they both knew whose number she did have, and that was only because he’d texted about the party at his house. Looking away, she mumbled, “Uh, no, I don’t.”
An awkward pause followed. Finally, Lily spoke up again, “Hey, I’m going to see if my friend Angelica can give me a ride. I’m sure she could give you one, too.”
Sam considered this briefly, then squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, brushing her hair behind her ear. The irregular wet patch on her pants, though not as obvious as earlier, was still visible in the moonlight. “No, that’s fine. I live only about two miles from here. I’ll walk.” Her tone conveyed an attempt at affected insouciance.
Two miles in the dark—that would be forty, fifty minutes. And it was late. Lily tried again. “Are you sure, Sam?”
Sam fixed Lily with a penetrating gaze that almost felt like contempt. “Yes. I’ll be fine. Thank you, though.” Contrary to her words, her tone didn’t sound very grateful. Lily guessed that maybe she was acting defensively after feeling exposed earlier. She didn’t push the issue.
Sam turned to begin her trek, walking casually with her back straight. She had gotten no further than twenty feet, though, when she suddenly stopped. After a moment, she turned back to Lily. “Hey, um, Lils,” she began. Her voice was lower than normal, and her gaze was averted. “Uh, about how I made fun of you? For, y’know, peeing yourself? Yeah. Um…I’m sorry. For doing that.” Lily didn’t respond. Memories of the harvest festival flashed through her consciousness, and she wanted to be able to revel in Sam’s comeuppance tonight. Nevertheless, deep down, she could only imagine Sam’s embarrassment. It was one thing for her, the girl with the bladder issues, to have an accident, but not for Sam. Inside, she was probably feeling terrified that the events of tonight would—ahem—leak out, and genuine remorse for how she had teased Lily in the past.
Sam looked up as the silence lengthened, her eyes meeting Lily’s. “So…no hard feelings?” She shifted uncomfortably.
Lily watched her for just a second or two longer before she exhaled, relenting. “Sure, Sam. No hard feelings.”
Sam merely nodded in response and silently resumed her journey. Lily watched after her for a while, wondering if she would be safe and whether she should have pressed the issue or not. Eventually, though, she decided it was out of her hands. Sam could make her own decisions. They were high school graduates, after all.
Turning her phone screen back on, she began to type out a plea to Angelica.
~*~*~*~*~
Both Angelica’s osculation and her micturition lasted for about ten seconds. As the kiss lengthened, she could feel both of their breathing grow heavier as their passion heated. For her at least, it was only amplified by the moist heat around her private parts and the blissful respite of her bladder’s pain. When it seemed as though the two of them were getting somewhat dangerously excited, as well as when the splattering sound of her accident became obvious enough that it pierced the giddy euphoria in her mind, she suddenly pulled back, cutting off the flow at the same time. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and gave Brian a satisfied smile on one side, with a hint of coyness in it. She was happy—outrageously, ecstatically happy—but she couldn’t let this continue. Least of all because she had just peed herself. With Brian. Again. Even if they kept standing here, he might notice her wet legs. She needed to bring this wonderful evening to a close, though an evening that promised to be followed by many beautiful mornings. Not to mention that although she had already lost control briefly, she was far from empty—and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep holding it.
Brian beamed back at her, his smile quite probably the biggest it could be. He stared into her eyes, his gaze full of fierce desire. After several seconds, he let out a breath. “Wow.” Then he laughed, a relieved, joyful laugh. Angelica laughed as well, but not quite as hard. She was still focused on her grip on her pee.
“Well, then, Brian,” she said, wincing slightly as a spike of stinging pain shot through her abdomen, “do you have anything you’d like to say?” She watched him with an expression that she hoped was both expectant and flirtatious. Has the man found his courage, now that he is assured of victory?
Brian took her hands in his, still grinning widely, and then looked her straight in the eye. “Angie,” he began, his voice level and confident, “will you be my girlfriend?”
Angelica’s smile stretched across both sides of her face at that magical question. Her bladder suddenly tensed up in her excitement, and a brief spurt of urine filled her underwear, warming the fast-cooling fabric. She faltered as she regained control. “Yes, Brian. Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Brian chuckled again in hearty elation. Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tightly. She gasped as the pressure forced another leak, this one lasting a little over a second before she could cut it off. She could feel the pee trickling down the insides of her thighs, and she felt sure that the front of her dress must be wet by now. She couldn’t let him find out. He was still holding her close, but as she hugged him back, she patted him with her arms to try to get him to let go, which he did, but not quite as quickly as she hoped. Then, once out of the embrace, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again. It was glorious, but it unfortunately made her momentarily lose control again. She had one leg crossed over the other by this point, and the spurt shot out in the back, jetting nearly horizontally under her left cheek and spraying the side of her dress.
As he released her, she was filled with certainty that these leaks weren’t going to stop. She had to get away, get away before she completely embarrassed herself in front of…her boyfriend. She could feel a blush heating her cheeks as the reality of it nestled into her brain. Gently but firmly extricating herself from his arms, she pulled his suit jacket off and handed it back to him. Pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she began to slowly back away. “I should probably get going now.” She hooked a thumb coolly toward her car. “See you tomorrow? Or I can call you tonight?”
Angelica hoped that he would acquiesce speedily and then drive off. If she made a pretense of driving the other way, then he wouldn’t notice when she instead got out and emptied her aching bladder by the side of the road. It wasn’t as if there was anyone to see, after all. And if he left now, then maybe, please, oh please, he might not see the puddle in the grass that she had left behind. Instead, he nodded to her, hanging his jacket over his back with one hand while shoving the other one breezily into his pocket. “Sounds good, Angie. We can talk tonight.”
She grinned and giggled, fighting hard the impulse to double over or grab her crotch. How she wished she could just squat behind her car! But she couldn’t risk it, not with Brian still there. She had to act like everything was fine, to keep him from realizing her desperation—though she was becoming increasingly doubtful that there was still a chance of emerging from this both without him realizing and without having an accident. She gave a little wave, laughed nervously again, and then turned to speed walk back to the road.
Once he was out of sight, Angelica hurriedly made her way over the shoulder of the road and toward her car. Her gaze was down as she sped toward her car, trying to keep from exploding before she got in. Already she couldn’t stop the wetness spreading rapidly over her butt as her urine leaked out from inside her. She couldn’t believe it. Just a few hours earlier, her only thoughts of peeing her pants because of Brian were ones from the distant past, and now—now she was actually about to totally wet herself from excitement following a kiss. A kiss. With Brian. She quickened her pace.
Reaching the car, she threw her clutch into the passenger’s seat, got in, and closed the door. For a second, she merely sat there, in exhilarated and stunned silence. But then the dam broke. She jammed her hands into her crotch, mewling and doubling over as her pent-up urine sprayed uninhibited into her blue panties, warming them afresh. She peed, a hot, tempestuous geyser of liquid, holding herself and rocking forward and backward. The gush of urine subsided, but then immediately started again as her pee overflowed, unable to be contained. Her bladder was so full it hurt. Finally, after nearly a minute of this, she was able to sit still, empty and soaked, a look of elysian relief on her face. She stayed like that, staring at the stars, in emotional bliss even as the puddle under her rear steadily cooled.
Then, like a fly buzzing in her ear, the jolt of a sudden vibration from her phone startled her as a text message came in. As she picked it up to read it, she saw it was a message from Lily: “can u come pick me up I’m at the school I had a petty bad accident in my pants”. She leaned her head back, eyes closed, and laughed, a gentle, lilting giggle at the wonderful absurdity. Pee drops trickled down her legs and her seat was drenched, but she didn’t care. Today was a good day, and not even her and Lily’s bizarre propensity to wet themselves together could change that.
~Aftermath~
As it turned out, Angelica did end up going the opposite direction from Brian, as it was a shorter route to Lily’s high school that way. Once she reached an intersection with a streetlamp, she gingerly stepped out of the car, her urine splattering down and dripping off her dress. A cursory examination of her seat told her that hopes of getting the stain out were far-flung, at best. She would be content with abating the smell, at least.
If Lily had also wet herself, then it would probably be best for her to get something to put on the seats. Some paper towels and trash bags would do; it was just acquiring them that would be the tricky part. She tried to inspect the back of her dress. Since the material was black, the stain might not be too visible. She squeezed out the last drops as best she could, then took off one shoe at a time to empty them out onto the road. Using her hand, she attempted to brush off the droplets that still clung to her legs, then was forced to wipe her hands with a makeup remover. With a frown of revulsion, she made a quick mental note to get some pocket hand sanitizer—preferably scented.
She was glad to find a tiny convenience store at which to obtain her supplies. Even though it was nearly empty at this hour, she couldn’t help but constantly feel self-conscious about whether someone was looking at the back of her dress or not. It didn’t help that the faint odor of urine hung about her. As quickly as she could, she grabbed a three-pack of paper towels, a small box of trash bags, and a travel bottle of Purell and left.
By the time Angelica pulled into the now vacant parking lot at TRHS, Lily was sitting against the side of the building, head in hands. As Angelica approached, Lily looked up, an expression of bedraggled relief clear on her face. She stood, grimacing, and waddled towards the car. In the low light, Angelica could see dark stains on her shorts and down her legs as well and wondered what had happened.
Lily opened the door, and in the light of the car interior, Angelica could indisputably tell that Lily had soiled herself quite thoroughly. Her eyebrows rose in a look that was a mixture of surprise, repugnance, and pity. Lily, on the other hand, appeared quite miserable and simply squelched down on the meticulously pre-protected car seat. She groaned. “Please just take me home, Angie.”
Angelica balked. “Are—are you sure, Lil? Why don’t you come back with me? I can probably sneak you into my house more easily, and you can always tell your parents that you decided to spend the night at my house.”
Lily considered this briefly before glumly nodding her head. They began their trip back in relative silence, since Lily seemed too dejected and sick to talk. In addition, they had to drive with the windows completely open, to mitigate the stench from Lily’s diarrhea. As it diffused in the air, Angelica actually became worried, wondering if she could sneak Lily inside in her present state. Lily, on the other hand, just curled up on the seat and moaned. At one point they had to pull over so that she could lean out and puke, the motion of the car and the smell combining to make her stomach reject the last of the alcohol in it. Once done with that, as she slowly sobered up, her head throbbed and she felt very thirsty. Angelica offered to get something to drink at a drive-thru, but Lily declined.
As Lily sat there wretchedly, her mind ruefully replayed the events of the night. What she had thought was going to be a fun time partying had ended up a complete disaster. What had she been thinking? No, that was it—she hadn’t been thinking. The beer hadn’t helped, either. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. Or actually…that wasn’t quite true. She remembered the looks, the attention, the uninvited touches that Jay had given her, and it became plainly obvious in hindsight that he had no interest it her whatsoever, except to get in her pants and then probably brag about how he banged the valedictorian. At least their getting caught had derailed where things might have headed. She lowered her head onto her knees in humiliation, recalling that she had been about to get naked in front of him when they were found out. She really was an idiot. In the sullen atmosphere of the car, she made a silent promise to herself to never drink again.
On top of her self-censure, incredibly enough, she had to pee again by now. As the minutes passed by, she crossed one tainted leg over the other and moaned, “I have to pee again, Angie.” She knew that there really wasn’t anything Angelica could do about it, and they were getting close to the house. But she just needed Angelica’s sympathy more than anything. Angelica reassured her that they weren’t far at this point.
Still, no more than a minute later, she shifted her position, squeezing her legs together tightly, and whined, “I mean it, Angie. I really have to go.” Angelica chewed on her lip, considering her options. If Lily was in this state, then maybe she really couldn’t hold it for too much longer. But they were only four minutes away from her house by now, tops—practically, there wasn’t a better option. She just hoped Lily could make it that far. The covering she had given the seat would be enough to protect it from the aftermath of an accident, not from an accident itself.
She was glad, then, when only a few minutes after that, they pulled into her driveway, staying far enough back to keep from getting her parents’ attention with the headlights. Lily was by now rocking in her seat, one hand over her eyes and one between her legs. Angelica turned off the car and stepped out. Lily didn’t move, but merely groaned and kept rocking. “I have to go so bad, Angie.”
Angelica nodded compassionately. She had an idea of how to get Lily into the house without her accident being found out, and it would only be a minute longer. Surely Lily could hold on for one more minute? “I’ll be right back, Lil. Trust me.” She scampered into the house, hurrying for her friend’s sake. Without even taking the time to change out of her wet clothes herself, she found a pair of old overalls that she never wore anymore. Satisfied that they would fit over Lily’s befouled shorts and content to throw them away afterwards, she discreetly folded them up and then stole back outside.
Once there, she opened Lily’s door and held up the overalls. “Here. Put these on over what you’re wearing. That way you can come in without getting your mess everywhere.” Lily looked up at the overalls and painstakingly emerged from the car, leaving a puddle of smeared poop on the paper-and-plastic barrier Angelica had constructed. With the slow, deliberate movements of the invalid, she took the overalls from Angelica and carefully slid one leg in, then the other, leaning on Angelica’s shoulder for balance. Fortunately, the overalls were big and baggy enough to let her put them on while still wearing her shoes. Once she had finished pulling them up and sliding the straps over her shoulders, she put her hands back in her crotch and stood there, unmoving.
Angelica tried to goad her, pushing her slightly toward the house. “Come on, Lil. The sooner we get inside, the sooner you can use the bathroom and change.”
Lily, however, remained immobile. Bending over slightly, she replied, “I really, really have to go. I don’t think I can hold it.”
Angelica sighed with impatience. She didn’t want to risk Lily peeing outside and potentially being seen, but they were so close by now. She spoke up, more harshly than she meant, “Yeah, I know. But we’re almost there, so come on, you need to go, now!”
As soon as the words left her mouth she realized her mistake. She had just told Lily to “go,” and that is precisely what Lily did. Whimpering and bending over a little more, Lily’s endurance again gave way, and for the third time that day, she wet her pants. A gushing sound came out of her groin, and a few seconds later, poop-stained urine began pouring out of the cuffs of the overalls. Shortly afterward, the wetness started to show through, a dark stain forming unevenly along the legs and further up, around the crotch. Lily continued to soak the overalls—Angelica’s overalls—for a little over twenty seconds before finishing off with a very wet-sounding fart.
Angelica put a hand over her face in exasperation. At least it had happened while they were still outside, and at least she had planned to throw out the overalls anyway. Still, cleaning this up was going to be a nightmare. Maybe she should text Brian and ask if they could talk tomorrow instead. |
Whew! Finally, it's done.
Contains: spanking (kind of)
Chapter 7: Car Wash
It was a bright day, so much so that you had to shield your eyes even to look at the sky, which was filled with billowy puffs of clouds looking like cotton balls pressed onto a pane of glass. The air was filled with the noises of traffic, birds chirping, music being played loudly through car stereos, and the jingle of a passing ice cream truck. It was, by all accounts, an ideal summer’s day.
Angelica was glad to be able to enjoy it from within the shade. She didn’t fare as well in direct sunlight as Lily did, who began every autumn with a perfectly toned tan, and as such she tried to avoid it. So, to be able to get the mild breeze, the fresh estival scents, and the lazy warm-but-not-too-hot climate while still out of the sun was wonderfully refreshing.
She and Lily were both dressed in jean shorts (though Lily’s were shorter) and sleeveless tops: Angelica with a yellow tank top and Lily with a pink halter top. Despite their summer wear, they both had on tennis shoes; flip-flops or sandals being banned in the workplace for safety reasons. The workplace in question was QuikShine Car Wash, a job which, while certainly not the most promising for a long-term career, served well enough as a means of income during the summer months. While Angelica had been hunting for work that could count as experience toward her business degree, Lily had found this job through a friend on her first day looking, and then had gotten Angelica a place there too. At first Angelica felt a little annoyed that Lily had found work so easily when she herself had been trying so hard without success, but the feeling passed quickly. It was kind of Lily to get her hired at the same place, and she could always keep looking for other work.
And, to be honest, working at the car wash wasn’t bad. It mainly involved a lot of spraying with hoses and squeegeeing, combined with the occasional bit of maintenance on the rollers and spray arches. Of course, neither of them was a technician, and the greatest extent of the “maintenance” they did was things like replacing canisters of cleaning chemicals or performing a manual restart on the conveyors if they ever got stuck. The job was simple enough, requiring only two employees per shift; and the owner, Mr. Armstrong, a somewhat gawky-looking bespectacled man in his mid-forties, was generous enough to let the two of them share the same hours, as long as they didn’t distract each other.
They had been working there for the past month and a half, and so far Angelica had found no prospects for other employment that would better fit her educational track. More and more, she was having to face, with a certain degree of wistful regret, the likelihood that there would be no better opportunities before the school year began again. Lily, on the other hand, was relishing her newfound freedom and financial resources, limited though they were. Angelica found that she had to be the practical one and advise Lily to try saving some of her income, instead of spending it all at once. She also needed to stay on top of Lily regarding her assignments for college applications. Ever since she had pulled out on top as valedictorian, Lily had more enrollment options open up to her, and her surprising display of natural skill at public speaking was now leading her to look into pursuing public relations. She intended to start with studying marketing and media studies. Angelica was impressed by her best friend’s newfound life goals, and wholeheartedly supported her. It did mean, though, that Lily would have to learn to be self-motivated, at least more than she was now. In the absence of teachers, classes, and semesters, Angelica now filled the role of life coach—or at least, someone who was close enough to Lily that she wouldn’t take any of her crap.
On this day, the morning had passed in relative ease. It had been very near lunchtime when that changed. After a smooth succession of incident-free washes, a shrill beeping that neither of the girls had ever heard before started sounding from the computer panel near the exit. Mr. Armstrong had clearly instructed them never to touch this panel, and they consequently promptly summoned him to deal with it.
“Oh dear. Um…oh dear.” Mr. Armstrong adjusted his glasses and scratched the side of his head.
“What is it?” Angelica leaned in, not comforted by the tone in his voice.
He sighed. “It’s an issue with the sensor array. I’m going to have to get someone out here ASAP to get it fixed. Thing is, the whole system depends on it. Until we get it fixed, we’ll have to turn off all the machinery.”
Lily and Angelica shared a glance before Lily piped up. “Should we just go home, then?” Her stomach rumbled. She was looking forward to getting something to eat.
Mr. Armstrong furrowed his brow. “No, no, I think we can stay open. It just means we’ll have to wash the cars by hand.” He gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, girls. I know it’s not what you were hired for, but do you think you can manage?”
Both girls looked at each other again before nodding to each other and then to Mr. Armstrong. They were both young enough to retain some of the naïveté that assumes people in authority always have everything under control. He in turn thanked them both, his voice somewhat reassured, before heading back for his office, running his hand through his thinning hair.
At first, washing cars by hand was almost fun. The girls got to work together and laugh and joke and occasionally splash each other as they did so. However, it quickly became apparent that the two of them alone would have to maintain an exhausting pace to keep up with the amount of cars coming in, even after Mr. Armstrong had set up a sign at the entrance that read “Hand Wash Only.” When noon approached, rather than take their lunch together, as was their custom, Mr. Armstrong told them they would have to stagger their lunch breaks. Since Lily’s stomach hadn’t stopped growling, Angelica said she could go first, to which Lily gratefully agreed. There was a Taco Bell across the street, and she went there, ordering an eclectic assortment of individual items and completing them with a large Mountain Dew Baja Blast. All that washing by hand had been hard and hot work, and she needed to cool off.
Once her order came in, she hastily scarfed down her food items, then leaned back in her booth with a discreet burp and a contented sigh, taking a breather while she sipped her drink and her food digested in the remaining lunch break she had.
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Upon returning, now that it was her turn to be back working by herself, Lily was wishing she had used the bathroom at the Taco Bell when she had had the chance. The Baja Blast was only making it worse. She inwardly berated herself—if Angie had been with her, she would have made sure they’d both gone to the toilet when they had had the chance. But, of course, Angie was taking her own lunch break now, most likely somewhere besides Taco Bell, someplace at least marginally healthier. Which also meant Lily wouldn’t get any chance to relieve herself until Angelica got back.
She sighed and tried to focus on her work, despite her growing need to pee. Being by herself made it worse. At least when it was the two of them, they could talk to each other, make jokes, settle into their natural repartee as best friends. By herself, though, her only company was her own brain and filling bladder. Shifting her position to a crouch to get at the wheel wells of the black Ford Fiesta she was currently washing, she thought back to her graduation two months ago, and more specifically, to the multiple accidents she had had on that day. Thanks to Angelica, nobody had found out about any of them. Lily smiled to herself with a warm sense of gratitude in her chest. That really was true friendship.
Nevertheless, her accidents had come as a dire specter, haunting the otherwise bright visions of her future. Growing up, she had allowed herself to believe—albeit subconsciously—that her sympathetic spastic bladder was something she would grow out of, that it would only be a passing phase. The various specialists her parents had taken her to when she was much younger had said as much, if not quite in those words. Hadn’t they? Now that she really thought about it, she saw clearly that it had always been less of a promise and more of a best-case scenario, a palliative speculation to soften the blow of having to confess that they didn’t have a cure. So, as she grew, she had always been looking forward to “that day,” the day when she would finally be able to control herself. Since she didn’t wet herself all the time, but only more often than average, it was tricky to determine when that moment had arrived. In retrospect, she now realized that she had been expecting to be free of bladder problems upon reaching “adulthood.” And then graduation day had happened, and she, the valedictorian, had peed and pooped her pants.
A frown was dominating Lily’s face by now. These were not the kinds of thoughts she should be dwelling on. Especially right now, when she really did have to go. She stood up again, having finished the initial washing, and grabbed the hose to start rinsing. As she sprayed the water out over the now spotless car, she tapped her foot in impatience and wished Angelica would get back soon, wished that there was a bathroom here in the car wash building. Where did Mr. Armstrong go when he needed to pee? She knew, of course—he went to the Taco Bell, just like they had to. He had told them as much when they first started working there. He and the owner of the Taco Bell had an understanding.
She wrapped up rinsing and moved on to washing the windows. Slipping away to the bathroom across the street would take too long without someone else here. The line of cars, while not as long as usual, was nevertheless not getting any shorter, either. She grimaced as the liquid in her lower abdomen kept increasing, now feeling leaden inside her. Her stretching bladder was beginning to hurt. She had to keep telling herself that she was going to be okay, and not to entertain any false hopes of when she could go pee. It was hard to resist the temptation of thinking that if she could only finish “this one car,” then she could go use the toilet afterwards. She knew, though, that that kind of line of thinking would only make it worse. The thing she had to do now was pace herself, and settle in for the long haul.
The Fiesta was done, and Lily gave an automatic wave to the driver as she maneuvered her way out of the car wash. The next vehicle then rolled up, a gray Chevy Suburban, and Lily set about to washing the sides. The SUV was larger than most of the vehicles they’d washed so far, and going over all its surfaces was a time-consuming and monotonous task, meaning Lily didn’t even think about the roof until she was almost done with the hood. How was she supposed to reach it? With the other cars that she had done, she’d been able to get the roof if she reached as far as she could on her tiptoes. On one such occasion, she had come down from stretching to see a preteen boy in the back seat staring out at her wide-eyed. Evidently, reaching that far had made her halter top ride up, exposing her midriff and the waistband of her red and white panties mere inches away from his face. She had gone red and tried to avoid making eye contact with him, and ever since did her best not to reach farther than she could. So how was she supposed to wash this roof?
She stood puzzling over this for a few seconds before her bladder began to involuntarily tighten. She couldn’t stay still right now; she needed to keep her momentum going. Once she stopped, her body would take it as a signal that relief was near, and that would not be good. Casting her mind back to previous tall vehicles the two of them had washed together, Lily began to pace. What had Angelica used to get the roofs? There had to be some kind of pole with a brush on the end. Where was it?
She walked from one side of the SUV to the other, then back to the first side, scanning the area for any kind of implement for getting at the roof. But she couldn’t see anything, and her leg muscles were beginning to tense up from the pressure in her bladder. No more looking. Couldn’t find a pole? Then she would have to do this the old-fashioned way.
Grabbing her sponge of soapy water, she approached the left side of the hood. Then, hoping it looked as though she knew what she was doing, she carefully put her left knee on it and hoisted herself forward until she was completely on top of the hood. Once there, it was a matter of getting to her feet without falling, which was thankfully not as difficult as she had guessed it would be. She was able to guide herself with her right hand on the roof above the windshield, which helped.
Now that she was standing, Lily shifted her weight precariously, trying not to slip. Her left foot she repositioned to just under the right windshield wiper, while her right foot was still supported on the reinforced metal at the left edge of the front hood. She was doing her best to neither lose her footing nor put a dent in the car’s hood. It was a good thing she weighed as little as she did.
Of course, in her current unwieldy position, she was aware that her splayed legs and the amount of thigh she was showing made her pose more than a little suggestive. Especially since she had to bend over at her waist to reach the center of the roof of the Suburban—which meant in addition to the evocative angle of her slender legs, her rear end was protruding sensuously as well. If she had been less focused, she would have been at least a little afraid that Mr. Armstrong would come out of his office to be pleasantly surprised with a nice view of her butt, complete with her jean shorts riding up and beginning to expose the underside of her cheeks. Of course, whoever was driving the car had a pretty clear view himself from the front. But she couldn’t think about that. She had to hurry up and get the roof cleaned and get back down.
Regrettably, there wasn’t much room by now in Lily’s conscious mind for worrying about anything other than the liquid in her bladder. She tried to focus. Just this one car. Just this one, and then she’d go run across the street to the Taco Bell and use their bathroom. At this point, she didn’t care if it meant the rest of the cars in line were left waiting; she just really had to pee. Standing with her legs apart was not helping either, not a bit. Nor was the soapy water covering her hands as she leaned further and stretched as far as she could, disregarding her earlier efforts to avoid doing so, and moved her arms in wide circles to scrub the layers of dust off of every last inch of the dark gray paint. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, with a hint of consternation. If only the stupid automated system weren’t broken! That way, the spray arch that was now above her would be taking care of this, and she would be free to go use a toilet. She tensed and untensed her thigh muscles, rising up on the balls of her feet and settling back down. It was the best she could do in her problematic stance, and she wasn’t about to grab her crotch right in front of the eyes of the car’s occupants. Gosh, even if she could, both hands were wet, and it would probably only make things worse.
Closing her eyes, she let out a tenacious exhalation through her nose and clenched her jaw tight. Just get this roof done and get off. Focus on the car. Focus on the dirt. Get this done first, then think about a bathroom. Stroke after stroke, swaths of sudsy water left behind. Her arm ached with the ungainly angle she had to maintain, but she gritted her teeth and willed herself through it. Embrace the pain. You are stronger than the pain. In the humid and claustrophobic space close under the roof of the car wash, where no breeze from outside came in, Lily could feel sweat beading on her forehead. Her armpits tickled with perspiration as well, and she briefly paused to draw a forearm across her face, adjusting her arms at the same time to alleviate the uncomfortable itch in her armpits. If only she could do something for her bladder also. Heedless of her boss potentially seeing her, she momentarily bent over even further, making her bottom jut out even more prominently, and squeezed her sphincter closed as discreetly as she could, waiting for the wave of pain to pass.
Breathing deeply, she was able to resume her work after several seconds, grabbing her sponge and going back to scrubbing. By now she was nearly two thirds of the way done. Her calves were threatening to cramp up and her pee was pulsating inside her, but she was determined to hold it until she could finish here. If only the dumb spray arch were working. That way, the whole car roof could be coated at once with warm, flowing, rushing…
No! That was the worst thing to think about now. She squeaked out a quiet whine as her lower abdomen tensed up, and she briefly bent her knees inward as she narrowly avoided leaking in subconscious response to the thought of streaming water. Ugh, at this point, she would have to go straight to the bathroom after finishing on the roof, without even rinsing it off with the hose first. Angie would have to take care of that—whenever she got back. A torrent of liquid spouting forcefully through a narrow tube was probably something Lily needed to be as far away from as possible right now. She bit on her lip and tried to clean faster.
As she switched the sponge to her other hand and worked her arm back and forth, she could feel her whole body jostling with the effort. Regrettably, it also meant she could also feel her urine sloshing side to side inside her, slamming one side of her bladder then the other. She tried to breathe deeply to stay in control. Her legs were shaking, and she was about to burst, but she had to continue—she was so close now! She had to make it. Perspiration began beading out afresh on her skin, and as her body jiggled with the motions of cleaning, it had the effect of working a large droplet of sweat free on her back, where it trickled down, tingling and vellicating, lower and lower, until it slipped into her butt crack.
The sudden tickling sensation made her stiffen, thighs tense and back arched, as she gasped and tried not to leak. The light, prickly caress of the drop on her skin, down into her private parts, made a shiver go through her and her bladder. She twisted slightly in her position, steadying her breathing again and clenching her sphincter tightly shut. Her pee was throbbing, pushing to be released, and pulses of piercing desperation were assaulting her lower abdomen. Maybe she should just go now. Let Angie take care of all the rest, without even an explanation. That would be better than losing control.
But if she tried to go now, essentially capitulating to the call of Nature, would she even make it to Taco Bell in time? If she let her urinary system dictate her actions, enslave her to its will, then it would have its way before she could even reach a toilet. What was the name for that again? She had read about it—something like keyhole syndrome or something. If she left in a panic, then by the time she got to the restrooms, she wouldn’t be able to hold it. No. No, that wasn’t an option. The solution would be to maintain mental control. She resumed scrubbing assiduously, defiantly fighting to keep mind over matter, even though the muscles in her legs were still taut. She recalled her valedictorian address from a couple of months before, and how it had very nearly worked in driving back the panicky throes of her bladder emergency. Maybe the same thing would work now. “You can make it, Lily,” she quietly urged herself through gritted teeth, “you can hold it. Just hold on. Just hold on. Just hold—”
Just at that moment, however, the intractable spray arch, the one whose stubborn refusal to function was the sole reason for her current predicament, decided to relinquish an insolent token of assistance. There was a gurgling of air bubbles through the pipe, and then a two-second stream of water spilled rebelliously from its nozzle. In a normal circumstance, it would have done nearly nothing. However, in Lily’s awkward position, her projecting rear end was situated directly underneath the flow.
It took a split second for the warmth to penetrate through to her skin, and as soon as it did, Lily gasped sharply and straightened up violently. Her free hand flew to her backside, grabbing herself in an attempt to stave off disaster. It was as if the spray arch were goading her into releasing her own hot waters, and she stood there, shaking and twitching, legs still apart, doing her utmost to keep that from happening. Unfortunately for her, though, the comforting moist heat around her groin pierced past her psychological resolve directly to her most basic bodily instincts, and the next thing she knew, matter had won over mind.
She stood there, still holding herself from behind, as her sphincter gave way and pee began shooting into her underwear. Her mouth was hanging open in shock and panic as the urine rapidly heated her panties all over the front before spilling out into her shorts. Within a second a wet spot had appeared between her legs before spreading out over her left thigh down to the cuff of her jean shorts. She squeaked, trying hard to stop spurting, as the liquid started dripping from her left leg, faster and faster. She clenched and tensed and twisted, doing everything she could to halt the flow, knees bent inwards, wishing she could just close her legs—or better yet, be sitting on a toilet.
And then, quite to her surprise, it stopped. The pain was still pounding in her bladder and pee was gently dripping off her left inner thigh, but she had cut off the flow. She didn’t move, too incredulous to trust this sudden apparent miracle. Had she actually done it? Had that day arrived? For once, had she been able to wrest bodily autonomy back from the tyranny of her weak bladder? Her gasps began to settle down into calmer, more regular eupnea. A tiny, relieved smile even bloomed on her face. She, Lily Wells, the girl with the sympathetic spastic bladder, had just thwarted a full-blown accident. At last!
After what couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds but felt much longer, she cautiously removed her hand from under her butt. It was wet, but more with the water that had dripped on her than with her own urine. Looking down on herself, she could see the pretty obvious wetness from her momentary loss of control, but other than the few drops still dribbling lackadaisically from the cuff of her shorts, she convinced herself that it wasn’t too bad. She could most likely splash some wash water over herself and nobody would think anything was amiss. But she should probably do it now and get going—she still really had to pee. At least her boss hadn’t been out of his office. This way, no one had seen—
Then, with a surge of dread that felt akin to nausea, Lily’s face went gray as she remembered that she was still standing directly over the windshield of an occupied car. In the—ahem—heat of the moment, it had slipped her mind. The reflections off the glass had kept her from seeing anyone inside the car, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t see her. Not only could they see her, but she had given them the most graphic display possible of her desperation and then her brief leak. While her face was hidden from their view, everything from the waist down was mere inches from the glass, and with her legs spread apart, nothing of her miniature accident was left to the imagination. They would have seen from the moment the dark stain first sprouted right over her private parts all the way to the little trickle of urine that was now finishing its descent down her left calf. And the pee that dripped off her shorts—she now saw that it had fallen onto the windshield itself, and had nearly completed its pilgrimage downwards to meet the dormant windshield wiper.
Awful, overwhelming embarrassment filled her soul, until she thought she might drown. Naturally, she had wet her pants before, many times, and many times in front of someone. But it had never been so obvious, so clearly on display. It was as if this car hood were a diminutive stage where the passengers were now gathered to spectate her humiliation. It couldn’t have felt any worse if she had been naked. The degradation of it sank down into the pit of her stomach, and then kept plunging further until it reached her already dangerously full bladder, snapping the tenuous and fragile control she had left.
Lily made a kind of strangling sound as she choked out a loud sob and peed her pants. She leaned forward over the car roof and squeezed her eyes shut, pushing out two tears as she did so. She knew her face was hot and crimson with shame, and it was undoubtedly for the best that the people in the car couldn’t see it. Sadly, what they could all too clearly see was the dark pee stain extending itself all the way across both thighs and the cascades of golden warmth that sprayed over their windshield as Lily wet herself from embarrassment. Streams of urine trickled down her thin and trembling legs, soaking into her socks and tennis shoes and splitting into discrete cataracts which splattered over the glass and the hood. In the otherwise noiseless interior of the car wash, the splashing, spattering sound of her accident echoed loudly in her burning ears, and more tears slid down her cheeks. She continued to go to the bathroom in her clothes for a little over twenty seconds before she was finally able to halt the flow. By that time, her shorts were thoroughly drenched in a wide wet spot around her crotch, stretching out to the outer edges of both hips and up almost to her waistband.
She stood there, still shaking, unable to move just yet as the wetness against her skin cooled and the remnants of her pee snaked their way down her legs and dripped off her shorts and her thighs. Though not fully empty, she was feeling much more relieved, but this was eclipsed by her profound mortification. She knew her face was still a deep scarlet, and she wished very strongly that she could simply disappear—disappear without having to face the other customers, without having to explain to Angie, without being seen at all. Especially not by the strangers whose car she had just peed on.
At last, after wallowing for nearly ten seconds in her self-pitying trepidation, she finally took a deep breath, drew one hand across her face, and straightened up. Then, as delicately as she could, she raised her left foot and gently placed it next to her right one on the edge of the hood. The movement pressed more urine out of her soaked shorts, making it sprinkle over her tennis shoes. At the same time, her sopping panties, having noticeably cooled, were pressed up against her groin. Both sensations, each highly disagreeable in its own way, made her wince and redden afresh. Still trying to avoid a confrontation with the occupants of the car, Lily let out a long, slow exhalation, steeled her nerves, and then hopped off the hood to the concrete floor of the car wash. Without saying a word or even turning her head at all, she walked resolutely away from the Suburban toward the door that led to the office and maintenance room. She was vaguely aware that any cars behind the one she had been washing could possibly also see her wet shorts, and she quickened her pace.
Once through the door, she slumped against the wall and tried not to burst into tears. Staring out through the tiny, dusty window in the door, she watched the Suburban, waiting for the inevitable complaint that would be coming. She just couldn’t endure being seen, or worse—confronted—like this. Even if she lost her job because of this incident, let it at least be after she’d had a chance to steal away and clean herself up. And finish using the bathroom. She still had to go.
But to her great surprise and relief, the car simply turned on its windshield washers for a few seconds and then drove out. Lily watched it in stunned disbelief. Was she in the clear? She let out a laugh of respite from her pent-up anxiety, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding and finishing with a tiny, pathetic sob of overtaxed emotions, several tears dripping down her cheeks once more.
Once she’d gotten a hold of herself, she looked down at her shorts and pulled the cuffs up to survey the damage, sending a cascade of droplets out over the tile floor as she did so. Since she’d been leaning forward when she peed, the wet stain was limited virtually exclusively to the front. If she could find some way of covering herself from the front, she could maybe sneak out with no one the wiser. If, though. It was the middle of summer, so she didn’t have any kind of jacket to try to use—not to mention it would look pretty strange to see someone with anything tied around their waist in the front instead of the back. Maybe she would have to call Angie and get her help.
What troubled her was not so much having to confess to Angie that she’d wet herself—heaven knew she was used to it enough by now. No, it was the disconcerting way in which she’d wet herself this time. She was more familiar than she liked with the humiliation that followed an accident, caused by having an accident. But in this case, the humiliation had come first…and then she’d peed herself. She’d heard about losing bladder control from excitement or laughing too hard, and she’d experienced a loss of control due to fright—most recently, just two months ago—but could other emotions do the same thing? Was it possible…was it conceivable…to literally pee your pants out of embarrassment?
That was a terrifying concept. If it were true, it could basically relegate her to a vicious cycle: as soon as the idea of needing to pee entered her head, it would make her think of when she had had to go worse, which would make it harder to hold, which would remind her of wetting her pants, which would make her have to go even more, which would bring to mind the shame of having an accident—and then she would have an accident.
In response to these panicked ideas flashing through her mind, Lily could feel her bladder tightening again, and she knew she had to hurry up and get Angie’s help to get out unnoticed. Peeking back through the window, she still couldn’t see her anywhere, though she did see the line of cars—up to four now—undoubtedly getting increasingly impatient. Going out the way she came in was a no-no.
Turning her head the other direction, she weighed her options. Mr. Armstrong was probably in his office, and she definitely didn’t want him to see her like this. The only other choice was the maintenance room. Normally, she and Angelica weren’t allowed in there without Mr. Armstrong’s supervision, but right now it was the best choice she had. She pulled her phone out of her pocket, ready to call Angelica, and stealthily twisted the doorknob, careful not to make any noise.
Just then, a voice from off to her side made her yelp and jump nearly out of her skin. Like a ghostly apparition manifesting itself out of nowhere, Mr. Armstrong was suddenly there, looking at her inquisitively. His question was innocuous enough; just a simple “Lily? What are you doing?” It held no undertones of accusation or anger, only simple, straightforward curiosity. Nevertheless, it was enough to make her heartrate shoot up and a surge of adrenaline send prickly sensations all down her spine. She hurriedly dropped her hand from the door and faced him, her expression full of surprise, guilt, chagrin, and fear. Her breathing had also quickened, and as Mr. Armstrong’s question hung in the air, the only sounds Lily could hear were her own nervous respirations, themselves nearly drowned out by the thumping of her heart in her eardrums.
Mr. Armstrong’s questioning gaze roved from her face to the maintenance room door, and then from the door to Lily’s shorts. She could see him raise his eyebrows slightly as he took in the obvious wetness over her crotch, and, if he looked closely enough, doubtless still on her legs. Lily could feel her bladder muscles constricting again as her face once more flushed. A small jocular smile appeared on Mr. Armstrong’s lips as he reestablished eye contact with her and asked, his voice congenial, “Did ya, uh, did ya have a little accident out there?” He chuckled, and Lily forced out a nervous chuckle also. She hoped—she hoped desperately—that he assumed she had merely gotten water splashed on her. In a car wash, surely that was the most reasonable conclusion.
But then, with a haunting dismay, she remembered the car she had peed on. Yes, they had driven away now, but what if they called in to complain later? Even if they didn’t, they would never forget the time that the girl at the car wash had wet her pants on their hood. And now—now she was standing right in front of her boss with those same wet clothes. A shiver, only half of cold, went through her. Even if he didn’t connect the dots, it didn’t change the fact that the evidence of her incontinence was staring him right in the face. She wanted to run away, to vanish, but she had nowhere to go. While Mr. Armstrong was standing here in the hallway, the maintenance room was off-limits, and the only other choice was to go back out to the line of cars—at least some of which had probably also seen her pee herself. She was rooted to the spot in anxiety, her legs shaking and her pee swelling up inside her.
Both Mr. Armstrong’s chuckle and Lily’s reciprocation had died down, leaving only an awkward silence in which he watched her in slightly uncomfortable confusion and she gaped back in fearful discomfiture. As she stared in timid apprehension, wishing he would go back to his office, she could suddenly hear, over the buzz of the fluorescent lights and the muffled outside noises, a faint tic…tic…tic tic tic tic. Before she could place what the noise was, however, she saw a change come over Mr. Armstrong’s face. His expression suddenly became one of unnerved sensibility and his eyes dropped to Lily’s legs again. Lily followed suit, looking down at herself also, and gasped.
The wetness on her thighs had been refreshed into a shiny black stain directly under her crotch and extending down her left leg. Evidently, without even feeling it, she had been leaking into her shorts, which were now dripping her urine down from her left cuff onto the tile floor, where it made little audible splashes over her tennis shoes as it formed a miniature puddle.
Lily was aghast and her face was ashen as she raised it back toward Mr. Armstrong. Her mouth was hanging open, and her eyes were wide with shock. She tried to swallow, tried to form words, to find something to say that would explain this all away and take that look of combined uneasiness, disgust, and pity off his face. She began to speak.
“I—”
Her voice cracked and failed. He looked her in the eye, and she could feel all the humiliation rushing over her once more.
“I—I—”
But no words came, and she felt ready to be swallowed up in indelible ignominy. Her face went hot with shame, and so did her underwear as she lost all control again.
She stood there, jaw slack and face white, as the sheer embarrassment caused her to wet her pants a second time. She was frozen, unable to move, as her pee flooded swelteringly into her panties, reheating them before continuing out through her shorts. Now that she was standing straight, she could feel her urine go up in the back, the calefaction spreading out under her butt and up in the middle. It also trickled down her legs beneath her rear end, soaking into her socks again and pooling around her feet. Separate streams broke off from between her thighs and off her calves as well, splattering noisily into the puddle and making it grow around her tennis shoes. Lily looked down at the mess she was making, brushing her hair out of her face, and then covered her face with her hands. She kept wetting for about twelve seconds, the sensation of her pee flowing down her quivering legs and splashing on the floor seeming to stretch the time out interminably. At last, trembling with stunned disgrace, she was empty, the final feeble spurts making the remaining few drops dribble down into her puddle, which was now close to two feet wide.
Lily didn’t want to move her hands, didn’t want to look at Mr. Armstrong…or be looked at by him. She couldn’t believe she had just peed herself right in front of her boss. While not the first time she had had an accident in front of someone, it was made so much worse by the fact that she was now, for all intents and purposes, an adult. She was too old to not be able to control her bladder. How would he react? Would he fire her, having learned now what he didn’t know when he’d hired her: that this decently self-confident young woman, the top of her class, had apparently never been properly potty trained? Or if he didn’t let her go, how could she face him again after this?
Her miserable internal despondency was interrupted by Mr. Armstrong’s voice, sounding almost as uncomfortable as she was. “Oh…oh dear. Well. Um, well. I suppose maybe you ought to head home to change. And…why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the day off.” Lily dejectedly uncovered her face, sniffled, and pushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Still not making eye contact, she nodded and shifted her leg, making a squish and sending a new fusillade of drops to the ground.
Mr. Armstrong cleared his throat. “But this will need to be cleaned up first. There’s a mop and bucket in the maintenance room. Just…get enough up so no one will slip.” Then, before Lily could even react, the sound of the phone ringing from inside his office drew him away and he was gone. She wanted to object, wanted to protest the humiliation of being made to mop up her own pee puddle—but in reality, what would she say? So she was an adult now, was she? That meant taking responsibility, including cleaning up her own messes—in this case, literally. Slipping into the maintenance room, she tried to move carefully to keep her fast-cooling wet clothes from dripping any more. Before getting the mop and bucket, though, she turned on her phone screen again to text Angelica to explain what happened and ask if she could take the car to drive home. Then, without waiting for a reply, she grabbed what she needed, took a deep breath, and set to her task.
~*~*~*~*~
By the time Angelica returned, Lily had finished cleaning up the floor as best she could and was waiting bashfully in the maintenance room. The line of cars had become increasingly impatient, and the one in the front and the one in the back had both given up and left. Angelica was greeted by the sight of Mr. Armstrong, wearing his button-down shirt and dress pants, busily working away at the hood of the Ford Focus now in the front. As soon as he caught her in his peripheral vision, he straightened up, stretched his back with a grimace, wiped his forehead, and called out to her. “Angelica! Good, you’re back. We’re a little backed up here. Can you take over?” Then, without waiting for her to ask any questions, he dropped his voice. “I let Lily off for the rest of the day. She…um, had a little…accident, I’m afraid. So if I can’t get a technician out here to fix the system, we’ll probably have to close the wash early, since we can’t keep up with the work like this. I’m sorry.”
Angelica nodded and gave a slightly somber smile. She held her phone up. “Yeah, Lily told me. I just need to give her the car key so she can go home.”
Mr. Armstrong breathed a sigh and turned a little red, evidently relieved by not having to tiptoe around what had really happened. The whole front of his shirt was damp with exertion, and he took off his glasses to draw an arm across his face. “I need to go back to trying to get find someone to come out here. Just let me know if you need anything.” He handed her the sponge he had been working with and used a hand to stretch his back again before retreating into the side door again. Angelica gave a quick “I’ll be right back” hand gesture to the driver of the car and then followed.
She knocked lightly on the maintenance door. “Lil? It’s me.” A moment later, the door cracked open and she could see Lily’s glum face peering out. To the questioning gaze, Angelica replied gently, “Mr. Armstrong’s in his office. It’s just me.”
Lily dispiritedly swung the door open all the way, letting Angelica see the extent of her accident. The entire front of her shorts was dark with urine in a wide radius around her crotch and down to the cuffs. There was no hiding what had happened.
“Here, maybe if you carry something in front of you and I walk directly behind you, we can keep this from being seen. I’ll put a trash bag down on my car seat.” Angelica was in her problem-solving mode, assessing the status of Lily’s clothes without the least bit of shock. Lily had peed herself enough times in front of her—they had both peed themselves enough times in front of each other—that it didn’t faze her anymore. On the one hand, this even-keeled response was invaluable in her friendship with Lily, but on the other hand, it occasionally made her forget what it was like for her. Now, as she got no response, she looked full in Lily’s face. The bashful dejection written there snapped her back to the reality of the situation, that her best friend needed a friend right now, not a life coach. Her features softening, she moved in to give Lily a hug, leaning in to avoid touching her wet clothes.
Pulling out of the hug, Angelica handed the car key to Lily. “Here you go. Just make sure to come pick me up at the end of the shift, unless I call you earlier. Mr. Armstrong thinks we may have to close early today.”
Lily nodded in understanding. “Sure thing, Angie.” Then she blew out a long breath and ran her hands through her hair. A small smile chanced its way onto her face. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Lil! Come on, you’d do the same for me. We’re here for each other.”
It took a few minutes for them to arrange a system that blocked the view of Lily’s shorts. In the end, Lily walked out carrying a box of paper towels conveniently in front of her groin, and Angelica followed close behind with a box of cleaner. They walked out as casually as they could manage, Angelica giving a conciliatory expression at the driver, who had thrown up his hands at her in restless irritation. As soon as they could, they got Lily set up discreetly in the car. Angelica then jogged back inside, wanting to keep the cars from waiting any longer. A tingle in her bladder indicated that she would need to get a bathroom break herself at some point. Ordering the large soft drink with her lunch meal had probably been overdoing it. Still, it would have to wait.
~*~*~*~*~
An hour later, Angelica was sorely regretting her decision. Even with the “Hand Wash Only” sign in front, enough cars were coming in to keep her occupied non-stop with no opportunity to step away. Mr. Armstrong, meanwhile, was busy contacting anyone and everyone he could who might be able to come and service their computer system, so he couldn’t cover for her. As the red Toyota Corolla exited the car wash, she stepped to the side to refill her soap bucket, stretching her aching back from side to side in the process. If only she could do something about her aching bladder.
Of course, the fact that Lily had already wet her shorts was weighing heavily on her mind at this point. Yes, because of Lily’s condition, she was more prone to incontinence. Nevertheless, there had been multiple inexplicable incidents where the two had both had accidents, and it was putting Angelica on higher alert. She was determined for today not to be one of those times. As such, she was keeping careful tabs on her urgency level, resolved that as soon as it got high enough, she would just tell Mr. Armstrong she was going to use the bathroom. Better safe than sorry.
The only problem, naturally, with paying such close attention to her bladder was that she was unable to ignore the signals it gave off as all the Canada Dry she’d had over lunch was now making its way through her. Stepping up to the white Chevy Impala that had rolled up, she could feel the liquid weighing heavily in her lower abdomen. Clenching her jaw and wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, she started scouring away at the dirt highlighted clearly against the white paint. This was the fourth car she’d had to wash since lunch, and all her muscles were protesting. Reaching out over the middle of the hood, she wondered what time it was. She didn’t have a chance to pull out her phone while her hands were constantly dripping with soap suds.
As she was working the sponge back and forth, trying to be as thorough as she could, she cast a weary look back toward the door that led to the office hall. She had hoped that Mr. Armstrong would have an answer by now as to whether someone would be coming or not. The interminable hand washing, with no breaks and very little breeze to move the torpidly humid air inside the car wash, and especially her growing need to pee, were all chipping away at her vigor. Her hand motions were slowing down, and she paused for a moment to switch hands before resuming.
Just then, as if in response to her longsuffering lassitude, the door to the office opened and Mr. Armstrong stepped out. His face bore an optimistic expression, and Angelica smiled tiredly on one side of her mouth as she faced him. He spoke. “Good news! I was able to get someone to come today and fix the sensor array.”
Angelica nodded gladly, letting out a relieved sigh. “Oh, wonderful. I don’t think I could keep up with cleaning all these cars on my own.”
Mr. Armstrong’s brow furrowed in sympathy. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that. But here, he should be here in about half an hour, so let me help you with washing until he gets here.”
Angelica smiled in gratitude. She didn’t think most bosses at jobs like this would be so caring toward their employees. “Thank you.” He nodded in response before taking over cleaning the car roof. Now with the workforce doubled, the job didn’t seem quite so daunting.
Of course, with her workload alleviated, Angelica considered asking for a break to alleviate her bladder as well. She paused, opened her mouth to ask, then closed it again, reconsidering. The technician would be here in half an hour, right? Probably once he came, there couldn’t be any cars inside the wash corridor, so she would get a break from this. That would be fine. She would just hold it until then. Even now, as they wrapped up the washing of the Impala and she began rinsing, she witnessed Mr. Armstrong walk down toward the entrance to pull a chain across, not allowing any more vehicles to enter. After the Impala there were another three cars. That should be enough work for the next thirty minutes.
She hosed down the Chevy thoroughly, cheerful about the news and also trying to keep her mind off her growing need to pee. She told herself that thirty minutes would be just fine, no problem at all. If only she didn’t have to go as much as she did right now—and if only her job didn’t involve constant flowing water. As she adjusted the hose in her hands, she tried to dissociate the act of rinsing from the reality of rushing liquid, complete with the noises of splashing and dripping. As they moved on to the next car, she briefly paused to lift up one leg, then the other. Attempting to block out the various sights and sounds of water required her to lose herself in her thoughts, but it was difficult to think about anything other than finding a bathroom. Especially considering what had happened to Lily.
Angelica stopped and shook her head to clear it. She couldn’t keep letting her thoughts dwell on that! Sure, she needed to pee, but she could hold it until a break came. And if she began to enter the danger zone, she would go sooner. Right now, though, she would hold it. She couldn’t go through life constantly afraid of having an accident. She needed to be able to will herself into control, mind over matter. She needed to keep these incidents from continuing—instances like the one two months prior.
The memories of that night drifted back to her. She and Brian had finally been able to share their feelings for each other, and now they were boyfriend and girlfriend. What Brian didn’t know, though—at least, Angelica hoped he didn’t know—was that she had wet herself when they had gone in for their first kiss. Now, two months into their relationship, she had never let on about that accident or any of the others that she had had, besides the one he had witnessed years before. Deep down, she felt that it was inevitable that she would have to confess her periodical incontinences to him, especially if they continued. Which is why they couldn’t continue. She didn’t want to imagine what his response would be.
Without her even realizing it, these turbulent musings had been unconsciously successful in distracting her, and before she noticed, she was refilling the soap bucket to finish washing the last car. Good! Relief was in sight. The promise of soon deliverance from the pain in her lower abdomen made her muscles tense up, and she had to drop to a crouch as she filled the bucket again, breathing evenly to stay in control. She clenched, crossing one leg over the other, until the wave had passed. Okay, she should really go find a restroom now. But she was nearly done! She simply had to wrap up this one final car, and then she would be free.
When she returned to the car, she could see that Mr. Armstrong was standing by the entryway, talking to someone. Apparently the technician had arrived. That was good. Once he went to work, she would probably have to be out of the way, and she would promptly cross the street and empty herself at the Taco Bell there. She stepped quickly back over to the car and began vigorously scrubbing at the trunk, revitalized by being so close to relief.
Just then, though, she heard a voice she didn’t expect call her name. In surprise, she spun her head around to see the speaker. There, standing next to Mr. Armstrong and approaching, stood not one technician, but two. The first was a man probably in his late fifties, presumably the lead technician. But next to him was a much younger man, ostensibly one who was learning the trade. Not just any young man, either. One with familiar auburn hair, bright eyes, and plucky smile. It was Brian.
Angelica’s eyes lit up upon seeing her boyfriend. It clicked now—he was currently doing his apprenticeship to be an electrician—but it still hadn’t crossed her mind that he might be one of the people Mr. Armstrong would contact. “Brian! Hey!” As he strode forward to give her a hug, she giggled as she had to be careful not to touch her soapy hands to his shirt. He squeezed her tightly, and she gritted her teeth against the sudden new pressure on her bladder. Finally he pulled away, still grinning boyishly.
Angelica was smiling broadly on one side. “I didn’t expect to see you today.” She rocked on her feet in a way that she hoped looked coquettish.
“I know, me neither. I didn’t piece it together until we were driving out here that this might be the car wash that you worked at. I texted you to ask about it.”
Angelica held up her wet hands. “Yeah, I haven’t exactly been able to check my phone.”
Both of them laughed, and Brian’s eyes twinkled. “Hey, since I’m here now, what do you say you and me go out for ice cream after we’re done?” Before she could answer, he turned his head in response to his boss calling his name. “I’ve got to go now. Go out after?” He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss.
“Sure, that sounds fun!” Angelica called after him. He pointed both hands at her in confirmation before slow-jogging over to where the head technician stood with Mr. Armstrong.
Angelica returned to working on this, the last car to wash, with a newfound pep and a smile on her face. What a nice surprise, and what better way to finish the day than with a surprise date with Brian. It was almost enough to take her mind off the pain in her abdomen. Almost, but not quite. She really had to go.
Finishing the last of the scrubbing, she hurriedly dumped out her soap bucket and shook her hands to rid them of the suds still clinging to them. She grabbed the hose and began rinsing the car off. It was just this and then a final window wash, and she would be free to go use the bathroom.
As she worked, she periodically glanced back over at Brian. He looked so handsome and manly, talking through the different electronic components with his boss like a true professional. His hair, his eyes, the look of concentration on his face as he nodded in understanding, the way he was leaning on the wall next to the lead technician—oh, she could just watch him and never stop. She giggled to herself as it hit her once again that he was her boyfriend. It still hadn’t fully sunken in, and she hoped that it never would. Even now, just thinking about it gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Unfortunately, the fluttery feeling was not limited to her stomach. Down in her bladder, swollen as it now was from her large drink over lunch, twitching, pulsing sensations were prickling. Using a hose wasn’t particularly helping, either. Crossing one leg over the other, she tried to focus, focus on finishing up, then she could go and just pee.
It also wasn’t helping her situation that Brian was here. Of course, she was exuberant at his unexpected arrival and wouldn’t change that…but at the same time, she thought of her earlier inner turmoil at the possibility of having to confess her accidents to him, and how right after that, he had arrived. What did it mean? She had wet her pants the first time they had been alone together, and then again when they solidified their relationship two months ago. What made it even more ominous was the fact that she had come close to peeing herself that day, but didn’t, before he met up with her; and then afterwards she did pee herself. She didn’t, he arrived, and then she did. Not to mention her experience last year at the amusement park—one that involved the bizarre connection between wetting herself, sexual attraction to Brian, and getting spanked—which she still hadn’t fully sorted out in her head and preferred not to think about.
All these thoughts now were only making her condition worse. As she used the hose for the last of the rinsing, she paused to briefly bend over, waiting for the wave of desperate pain to pass. Blushing a little, she glanced over to make sure Brian hadn’t seen her. Thankfully, he was still occupied with his own work. Man, this was getting bad. She almost wished she weren’t almost done. It would at least make more sense to ask for a break in the middle of work than when there couldn’t be more than two minutes left.
Taking a deep breath and giving her body a little shake, Angelica resolutely grabbed the squeegee and took to working down the windshield. Her strokes were rapid and forceful, allowing no second-guessing or attention to detail. It didn’t matter at this point. The only thing that mattered was getting done with this so she could go pee!
Stroke, stroke, stroke, dip, squeeze—the seconds ticked by as tingling needles went through her bladder. Almost done. She was almost done. She was going to make it. She wasn’t going to have another accident in front of Brian!
Windshield done, now rear window. Rear window done, now side windows...she had to bob down and up, lifting one leg up behind the other…wipe away the water…her muscles were all taut, all down into her legs…and then she was done! At last!
As the car drove slowly forward to exit the car wash, Angelica quickly stowed the squeegee and bucket back in their place off to the side. Then, in as dignified a manner as she could, she straightened herself up and walked briskly over to where the three men were standing. As she approached, Brian looked up and smiled at her again. She returned it, brushing a strand of brown hair behind her ear, and doing her best not to look like she needed to pee as badly as she did.
She cleared her throat. “Mr. Armstrong? That was the last car.”
Mr. Armstrong looked up with a face of tired satisfaction. “Ah, great. Thank you so much, Angelica. I know today wasn’t a normal day, what with…everything that happened. You can head home now. I’ll see you tomorrow.” His attention was drawn away again by the technician.
Angelica nodded and turned. She didn’t know how much longer Brian would be, or any of the details of their date tonight, but those could all wait. Right now priority number one was going number one. The Taco Bell bathroom was calling out to her, promising near relief. She stepped mincingly back the way she came, toward the exit. Her leg muscles were tensed up all the way down into the arches of her feet, and she put her weight on the balls of her feet as she walked. Her urine was as heavy as liquid gold inside her, and all that mass was bearing down, down, down on her overtaxed sphincter. She sucked in a deep breath as the ache of her bladder once more mounted, hovered, and descended. She wanted to move faster, but it was difficult to walk quickly when her butt was clenched as tightly as it was.
As she strode down the now-empty car lane she felt a sudden jab of pain in her right foot. Something had gotten inside her shoe, forcing her to hobble to a stop. Irritated at the unwelcome interruption, she shuffled haltingly toward the railing separating the car lane from the maintenance walkway. Coming to a stop next to one of the main roller brushes, she used the railing for balance while she pulled off her tennis shoe and inverted it, banging the sole to dislodge whatever was inside. A small concrete pebble dropped out, and, satisfied and increasingly desperate, Angelica reached down to put on her shoe again.
Just then, though, a mechanical whir, deafening in the otherwise placid tunnel, boomed out, resonating in the air. Angelica jumped, startled by the machinery evidently coming back to life. Unfortunately, the abrupt roar momentarily jerked her out of her precarious state of bladder control, and a one-second spurt of pee slipped past her defenses and out into her underwear. She gasped, grabbing her crotch and crossing one leg over the other to make sure no more escaped. Then, with a blush, she turned back toward where Brian was standing next to his boss and a very pleased-looking Mr. Armstrong to make sure no one had seen her. Uncrossing her legs, she pulled her hand out from between her thighs and checked to see the damage. There was a miniscule dark spot, right at the center of her crotch, but it was minimal. As long as she made it the rest of the way to the toilet without incident, most likely nobody would notice.
However, with the noise all around her and her attention fixed on her shorts, she was oblivious to the shouts of warning coming from the other end of the car wash, and oblivious as well to the motorized whine as the roller brush to her right revved to life. Already its flat, leather-like synthetic rubber bristles were too close for comfort, but this particular brush ought to have been replaced a long time ago. About two thirds of the way down, where the brush would normally slather a mixture of cleaning chemicals and water against the side mirrors, repeated use had left several of the strands partially detached and hanging loosely and limply several feet lower than the rest. Now, though, as the motor suddenly spun up with a loud whoosh, those elongated strips found themselves swinging out and lining up at the perfect height—not of a car door, but of Angelica’s rear end.
She let out a shriek as the rubber slapped across her cheeks, knocking her forward, where she slammed against the walkway railing. The force of the impact caused another jet of urine to leak out, but she didn’t even have a chance to react to it, since before she could even move, the errant bristles swung around again, smacking her across the backside once more. She was pinned, unable to move, unable to escape, her bladder still on the verge of exploding. The roller brush was rapidly gaining momentum, however, and the rubber struck out again, then again, faster and faster.
Smack…smack…smack…smack…smack—the brush continued its beating, the synthetic material mercilessly chastising her bottom. The skin on the backs of her thighs was by now bright red where visible, and still the punishment continued. Her entire rear was on fire with smarting pain, her bladder throbbing with pain of a different kind. Over the din of the machinery and her own cries of agony, she could hear Brian’s voice, now much closer behind her, shouting her name in distress, fear in his voice. She half turned her head, but she couldn’t see him or turn any more. Still, she could tell he was as close as he could get safely.
Knowing that Brian was right there brought a small morsel of comfort to Angelica’s otherwise-panicked brain. As long as he was there, surely he would be able to get her out of this. However, that part of her mind was massively overshadowed by the realization that he had a clear view of her butt as she was pinned there, with its muscles tight and her legs open, as the machine delivered its brutal spanking. And on top of it, she was about to burst. Her cheeks were hot and red with embarrassment, and her other cheeks were hot and red for an entirely different reason.
But then, receiving this corporal punishment brought back to the surface what had happened at the amusement park close to exactly one year before. She had climaxed—twice—and then peed her pants—twice—and both times she had imagined what it would be like if she were spanked by Brian. And now here she was, getting spanked—and here Brian was, too, standing behind her. The pain in her bottom began to take on a strange new sensation, as though her pain receptors were overlapping with the pleasure parts of her brain and releasing a flood of endorphins. At this rate, that wasn’t the only flood they would be releasing, either…but Angelica could no longer help herself. Her breathing and heartrate quickened, her yelps of pain morphing into involuntary grunts reminiscent of her time on the roller coaster, and she found herself unconsciously bending at the waist and protruding her butt out into the path of the straps. Now that the skin was stretched more tightly across her rear end, the rubber strips stung even more severely as they waled her buttocks and thighs, and the pain was mounting more and more…and close by, in the front, the pain in her bladder was also mounting, about to break…and right in between the two was that special place, untouched for a year, now being galvanized back into life, ecstatic, electric pleasure swelling up in it…
…and Brian was standing right there…
Angelica screamed and wet her pants. All the pent-up urine, trapped for hours and begging for release, escaped in jubilant freedom. It sprayed forcefully into her panties, saturating them immediately in warm, sizzling moistness. A second later, the wetness blossomed on her shorts also, spreading out underneath her right butt cheek. She stood there, breathless and shaking, as the dark and shiny stain extended down her leg, meeting the cuff of her shorts and spilling off her shaking leg to puddle on the concrete. Her face was deeply flushed, and her grunts were now becoming panting moans as her hot pee flooded her underwear, the heat only serving to further fuel her waxing sexual excitement.
As more and more urine pumped out of her, the wet spot on her shorts extended down her left leg as well and continued expanding broadly underneath her butt. The glistening sheen was now transforming the smack of the rubber strands into a sharp splat sound, each recurrent blow sending a flourish of sparkling golden droplets scattering as it connected with the sodden material of Angelica’s shorts. Still gripping the railing with white knuckles, she dropped her head, gasping for breath, and watched as the darkness grew across the front of her crotch as well, expanding inexorably outwards down her thighs and shooting out in a stream over the floor. The sheer bliss of relieving herself, the warmth surrounding her genitalia, and the feeling as if Brian were putting her over his knee all built together towards a mounting orgasm. Even the embarrassment of him standing right there witnessing her accident was somehow only turning her on more. As slap after slap sent showers of coruscating pee drops flying every which way, sprinkling and tinkling over the floor like a Jackson Pollock of humiliation, the wave finally crested. Angelica screamed again, a throaty outburst of sheer carnal euphoria, as she climaxed. Her knees buckled, and she sagged against the railing, supported only by her arms. The pulses of pleasure coursed through her body, amplified by the fact that she was still peeing. Her underwear felt not only wet but also slippery, as more than just urine had been expelled into them.
By now, the technician had been able to kill the power to the system, and the brush began slowly spinning down. The swats against her grew weaker and weaker until dying away altogether. Her pee trickled to a stop, though she wasn’t empty yet, the last vestiges of it snaking down her trembling calves and soaking her ankle socks and tennis shoes. Drips from her crotch and cuffs plip plip plipped into the puddle around her feet, which was by now about three feet wide. Angelica herself was also coming down from her high, her breathing still labored and hoarse. It felt as though all the tension in her entire body was dissipating, and she no longer had the strength to hold herself up. She collapsed onto her knees and began falling backwards when she felt Brian’s strong arms suddenly there, keeping her from falling.
Her head lolled to the side and beheld Brian’s face, full of fear and worry, searching hers, making sure she was all right. In the aftermath of her orgasm, it was the handsomest thing she had ever seen. Her face was still warm with an erotic flush and her eyelids were drooping with dreamy languor. If she had had the energy, she would have kissed him.
But right then, her rear end sank onto her feet, and the angry red marks left by the rubber paddling sent out a rush of fiery stinging pain. She yelped, jerked forward, and grabbed her poor smarting butt with her hands, trying to soothe away the flaming temper of where she had been cruelly chastised. The newfound stab of pain made all her muscles tighten, like electrical wires in frog legs, and as she leaned forward on her knees, hands on her bottom and Brian’s arms around her, her bladder seized up and she started peeing in her pants again.
The pee refreshed the tepid moistness into hot wetness, and she felt as her panties became heavy again and the liquid spread itself down the insides of her thighs once more before spilling out of her shorts to puddle around her knees. She didn’t move, didn’t try to stop, didn’t try to fight the course of Nature. Instead, she merely stayed on her knees, holding her behind, as she emptied herself of every last drop inside her. At last, once she was done, she still didn’t move, didn’t say anything. She stayed stock still, facing forward, only breathing heavily and occasionally wincing from the needles of pain in her still-sensitive backside. Brian didn’t say anything either, but she could tell from how he was moving next to her that he was giving some kind of hand gestures to the other two, and since they were staying at the other end of the car wash, she gathered that he was apparently motioning for them to stay where they were. Angelica was grateful at his attempt to protect her dignity, but she couldn’t be sure that they hadn’t seen her accident anyway. She also felt an impenetrable labyrinth of convoluted emotions about Brian being here right now. On the one hand, of course, she wished she could just disappear. This was now the third time she had wet herself in front of him, though he hadn’t been aware of the second time, and it was worse even than the first time. One accident could be chalked up to a freak occurrence, but two? How could she ever explain this to him?
And yet…on the other hand, she felt at peace. Partly, no doubt, because they were now officially a couple, and she didn’t have to worry so much about what he thought about her. And the other part—could she even make sense of it? Ever since she had met Lily, she had begun to have periodic accidents, though always when Lily did, today being no exception. But it hadn’t been until peeing her pants at the amusement park the year before that her accidents had taken on a different feel, one connected inextricably to Brian. No, that wasn’t quite right. It had been before that, when she had first seen him again at Brenda Davis’s house. In a way she couldn’t even make sense of herself, if wetting herself apart from Lily felt wrong, wetting herself in front of Brian almost felt right. She remembered reading somewhere that friends sit next to each other, and lovers sit facing each other. Likewise, Lily, as her friend, was by her side to share the experience with her; but Brian, as her boyfriend, was in front of her to witness it.
Still, while this peculiar new tranquility was all well and good in theory, right here and now she was still in sopping clothes and kneeling in her own puddle. She could feel Brian gently pulling her to her feet, and she managed to get up with only minimal complaints from her rear end. As she got her feet underneath herself again, a final spray of droplets was released down into the puddle, with a rivulet or two also snaking down her legs.
Brian delicately pulled her into a hug. “Are you okay, Angie? Do you need me to drive you home?”
Angelica took a deep breath and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear from where it had been matted onto her sweaty face, then nodded. Without turning back even to explain himself to his boss, Brian walked her to the exit and to the strip mall’s parking lot. Once there, though, he put a hand on his face in defeated realization and let out a “Crap.”
Angelica faced him. “What’s wrong?”
Brian sighed deeply, the sound of someone trying in vain to fix something they broke. “I forgot that we drove here in the company van. I don’t have any way of getting you home.” His voice sounded so sympathetic that Angelica almost wanted to cry.
“It’s okay, Brian. Trust me. I’ll call Lily, like I was going to do anyway. She’ll come and pick me up.”
Brian met her gaze, his eyes full of compassion. “Are you sure, Angie?”
She nodded, smiling affectionately on one side. Then, before he could argue, she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him.
He returned the kiss briefly, but then pulled back and turned to look back inside. “I, um, I should probably get back now.” He rubbed the back of his head. “I’m guessing we won’t be going on that date tonight?”
Angelica swallowed. Why did that have to get ruined? “No, probably not.” Then, to keep the conversation from ending that way, she added, “Next week?”
Brian nodded and forced a smile. “Sure. Next week sounds good.” He began to back away, back into the car wash.
His face bore an expression that Angelica couldn’t place, but somehow it was filling her stomach with unease. Sure, she had discovered to her shock that she didn’t mind peeing herself in front of Brian, but there was no guarantee that he felt the same way. An emotion she couldn’t name was bearing down on her, and the next thing she knew, she blurted out, “I love you.”
Brian didn’t answer. He didn’t respond. In quite possibly the worst reaction he could have given, he merely stayed silent for a second or two before giving an almost imperceptible nod and a simple “I’ll see you later.” Then he turned away and strode back into the car wash, which now, in the clear afternoon daylight, looked dark and unfriendly.
Angelica’s stomach was tight as she pulled out her phone to call Lily and explain what happened. She was careful to omit the part about Brian being there, and about how he had seemed to grow cold toward her when saying goodbye. She was mainly afraid that if she tried to talk about it, she would start crying. She just couldn’t face that right now. For her part, Lily promised to be there as soon as she could, which meant close to half an hour of waiting.
Not wanting to see back inside the car wash, Angelica found a relatively secluded spot on the curb by the other side of the parking lot. Her butt now recovered enough for her to sit, there she sat, folding her arms over her lap to diminish the conspicuousness of her accident, and waited for Lily, all while trying to swallow the lump in her throat that wouldn’t go away.
~Aftermath~
The drive back home had a stiff and uncomfortable atmosphere to it. Lily had arrived in a new change of clothes and with the passenger seat covered with a trash bag and had seemed genial enough, but despite Angelica’s best attempts to act like nothing was wrong, their conversation never attained the degree of lively banter that it normally would. She also noticed that Lily kept giving her glances throughout the ride. Most likely she suspected that something was not quite right, but Angelica was desperately hoping that she would merely assume it was the embarrassment following an accident.
Since it was Angelica’s car, normally they would stop at Lily’s house first, and then Angelica would return to her own home. Today, though, she just wanted to get home and be by herself, in private, as soon as possible. She did her best to offer Lily the car for tonight in as nonchalant a way as possible, ostensibly so that they wouldn’t have to cover the driver’s seat as well, but based on the look Lily gave her in return, she knew that her feigned composure was being seen through. Still, Lily didn’t argue, and shortly thereafter dropped Angelica off.
Once at her own house, Angelica slipped inside undetected, then stole away to her room to strip down and change. The heaviness in her gut hadn’t abated, but she was coasting on pure momentum now. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, in the shower, that she was finally still enough for the dam to break. Her bottled-up angst broke free in a sob, which quickly devolved into painful, retching bawling of fearful anxiety. She curled up on the floor of the shower, not caring about the water splashing all over the side of her face, as she convulsed with dejected blubbering. She had been so happy. Everything with Brian had been like a dream come true. All her past instances that would have prevented her from being with him had disappeared in the wind, and they had actually become boyfriend and girlfriend—and best of all, he was the one who had initiated it. She had thought she had given him every reason to be scared off, but he hadn’t been.
But then, today, it had all fallen apart. After only two months of dating. Two months—was that even enough time to develop a mature relationship? For all she knew, the Angelica that Brian had fallen in love with was not who she was. She had never told him about her accidents, and he had probably assumed that the one he had witnessed was an isolated incident, like it would be for any normal person. Her worst fears were coming true. He really hadn’t known what he was getting into, dating her, and now he wanted out.
She wearily lifted herself up on one arm. Was that really true, though? He’d been compassionate enough after she’d wet herself, showing genuine concern—was his aloofness at the end simply him processing what had happened? She had no way of knowing what he was thinking…or what he was feeling. Then the words rang in her ears again: “I love you.” And he hadn’t said anything back.
The tears had stopped flowing, but only because she had run out. In her gut, she didn’t actually feel any better. She finished her shower, washing her face, and drank some water. Then she grabbed a packet of Pop-Tarts from the kitchen, retreated upstairs, changed into her pajamas, and locked the door.
The next morning, Angelica awoke feeling like garbage. She had slept very poorly, her sleep haunted by unsettling dreams, and the Pop-Tarts she had eaten without brushing her teeth had left a horrendous taste in her mouth. She checked her phone. It was later than she would normally get up, providing her not much more than enough time to get dressed and ready for Lily to pick her up. She quickly threw on a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt, hoping Lily had remembered to leave earlier than normal. She also saw, to her dismay, that there hadn’t been any texts from Brian. Granted, she hadn’t texted him either, but that didn’t make her feel less dejected.
As it turned out, Lily hadn’t quite gotten started early enough, and both girls ended up arriving close to thirty minutes late for work. Lily in particular seemed highly reticent to go back and face Mr. Armstrong, and Angelica had to try to encourage her, saying that everything would be okay. Actively trying to help her friend also lifted her own spirits, if only a little. Mainly, though, it gave her the courage she needed to face the day.
Once at work, Mr. Armstrong never mentioned the events of the previous day, other than when he called Angelica into his office to have her sign a form having to do with legal liabilities regarding her getting beaten by the roller brush. She was only half-listening, but signed without complaint or question. When she had gotten dressed that morning, she had examined her rear end to see that the welts were far less noticeable today and would most likely heal within a day or two. Other than that one encounter, Mr. Armstrong never once referenced the incidents that had taken place, though he did seem somewhat more awkward in his demeanor and was careful to ask how the girls were doing rather frequently. Lily, however, tried to make herself scarce whenever he came out. Evidently she didn’t want to have to face him just yet.
It wasn’t until mid-afternoon that a text came in from Brian, reading simply “I’m sorry I didn’t call you last night. Can we talk tonight?” Reading it sent butterflies all through Angelica, and she went through four or five iterations of a response before settling on “Of course! I get off at five.” She was afraid to say anything more, afraid to get her hopes up. There was still the very real possibility that he would be wanting to talk only to give some form or another of “it’s not you; it’s me.” Though it may very well be “actually it is you. What kind of person pees themselves that much?”
All Brian sent back was “Thanks. I’ll call you once you’re off.” The maddening ambiguity of his messages made it impossible to think of anything besides what their conversation might or might not be about, and the rest of the afternoon was passed in gnawing suspense as she tried to think of every possible thing he might say and how to handle it. It was like bracing yourself for the results of a medical test—until you knew what it would be like, you had no real idea of how to be ready for it.
The agonizing apprehension occupied her mind through all the rest of the day, making her unnaturally laconic towards Lily. When Lily asked what was wrong, Angelica felt she couldn’t tell her—not yet, not until she and Brian had their talk and something definite came out. Until then, trying to share with someone else, even her best friend, would only worsen the sick feeling in her gut. It was this state of not knowing, of uncertainty, that was the worst of all. So all she ended up saying was that she couldn’t talk about it right now because she was waiting for more information, but hopefully could tomorrow. It was an uncharacteristically aloof answer, but Lily didn’t push the issue.
On the drive back home after dropping off Lily, Angelica found her heart was beating harder with anticipation, and all her nerves were on edge. If only she knew whether the outcome of the call would be good or bad—this was worse than any “we need to talk” she had ever had from a parent or a teacher before. Her throat was tightening again, and she had to keep swallowing. She yawned nervously, trying to calm her nerves.
In addition to the other physiological effects, to her chagrin, her need to pee was also noticeably increasing. The drive only provided her with more time alone with her tumultuous thoughts and steadily filling bladder. Her plan had been to text Brian that she was available to talk as soon as she got home, but as the minutes passed, she knew that she would definitely have to go use the bathroom first. By now, she was bouncing in her seat, unable to quell the urge to go.
At long last, she pulled into the driveway of her home, unbuckling her seatbelt before she had even turned off the car. Her bladder was tensing up, intermittently contracting, and she was getting more and more desperate. Car in park, ignition off. She vigorously rubbed her thighs before opening the door.
Just then, though, her phone began buzzing with a phone call. Pulling it out of her pocket, she saw that it was Brian. Without any warning, her muscles seized up, and she had to hurriedly cross one leg over the other and bend over to keep from leaking. This was it. Her breaths were trembling with anxiety as she pushed the button to answer the call. “Hi, Brian.” Try as she might, she couldn’t keep the quaver out of her voice.
“Hi, Angie.” Brian’s voice was soft, but that was no consolation in and of itself. “Listen, I’m really sorry about taking this long to talk. I…I really should have called last night.”
“Oh, no, that’s okay,” Angelica lied. Her voice by now was higher pitched than normal, and she had to do a walk in place and cross her legs to stay in control.
“Okay.” Silence. Angelica had to bite her lip, both to keep from letting her nervousness froth over into logorrhea or her urine spill out into her pants. Then Brian sighed and continued. “I guess I was just sorting through what happened yesterday. And…I guess I mainly wanted to ask, are you okay?”
Angelica bent into a crouch, trying to keep from leaking. “Uh, yeah,” she replied. At the moment, she was far from okay, but she knew what he meant. He didn’t realize just how strangely okay she really was with what had happened. All her angst had been due to wondering if he was okay with it.
“Are you sure? Because it really could’ve happened to anyone. I mean, I’m sure it was pretty terrifying for you.”
So, he thought she had peed herself from fear? Huh. Well, she certainly wasn’t about to correct him. That would be, if possible, even more embarrassing. Then realizing she hadn’t given any kind of answer, she stammered out, “I, uh, I mean, I mean yeah.” She used her free hand to give her crotch a squeeze.
Brian sighed again. Was he trying to work up the courage to ask her why she wet herself so much? Or worse—break up? Angelica stood back up, but with her hand still in between her thighs. If this went on much longer, she would end up wetting her pants again. Eventually, he spoke up, his voice lower. “When—when you said you loved me yesterday…did you mean it?”
Angelica was silent. Was this some sort of test? Some way of seeing if she really cared about him if she thought he was about to dump her? It wasn’t fair to ask a question like that, especially when she was about to totally soak herself. She stayed quiet, wishing it didn’t have to be this way, wishing that she could make Brian love her back just by the sheer force of desire. But she couldn’t. Nor could she act as though she didn’t really love him in a contemptible attempt at self-preservation. How did the quote go? “’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”? Finally, after a long pause during which she had to fight hard to keep her urine in check, she answered—a simple, barely audible “yes.”
Brian gave another sigh, this one sounding relieved. “It was after I realized that I couldn’t drive you home—I, I realized…that I was trying to fix it. And, like, I know, that’s what they say guys always try to do in relationships, but it’s not that—it’s more than that. And I just felt so bad.”
Angelica didn’t understand what he was trying to say, in part because of his half-formed statements, and in part because she was having trouble focusing on anything other than her tingling bladder. Her sphincter kept starting to loosen on its own accord, and she had to actively maintain a tight clench. She pushed her hair behind one ear and attempted to concentrate. “I’m sorry, Brian, I, I don’t understand…”
Brian kept talking, his pace quickening. “I realized that that time at the farm—I made you have an accident. It was my fault. I got us both lost so you couldn’t get to a bathroom. And then yesterday—yesterday it was the same thing. I was the one who powered everything up before making sure it was safe. And, and, Angie—Angie, I am so sorry. So, so sorry. It was my fault.”
Slowly, gloriously, it began settling in Angelica’s consciousness and heart the realization that all her fears had been misplaced. If she was understanding him right, Brian had been afraid that she would want to break up with him. The relief was so palpable that she actually laughed, despite her best efforts not to. All the misery of the previous night was lifting. The scent of hope was filling the garden of her soul once more.
Unfortunately, with that relief came relief of another kind. As it dawned on her that she had nothing to be afraid of, she momentarily let go of the iron grip she had on her bladder, and a one-second burst of urine sprayed out into her panties. She immediately grabbed her crotch again, staunching the flow, and started speed walking toward the house. She needed to find a way to wrap up this conversation, and fast. On the other end of the line, she heard a tentative “Angie?”
Angelica remembered that she hadn’t replied yet. Moving as quickly as she could with her hand in her groin, and trying to keep from both losing any more pee and from sounding like she was about to, she answered, “Oh, oh, Brian, no, no, it’s okay. It’s totally okay. I’m fine, and you don’t need to apologize. Or if you do, I forgive you. Really.” She was in the house by now and mounting the stairs.
Brian laughed also, the joyous sound of fears evaporating. “Oh, that is so good to hear. Oh, thank you, Angie. Thank you so much. I was afraid you would never forgive me. I couldn’t even sleep last night.”
Angelica giggled while scissoring her legs open and closed. “You couldn’t sleep? I was up most of the night. I was afraid I had scared you off and that you were gonna break up with me.” She was standing in front of the bathroom, needing only to finish this conversation so she could pee. Being so close to a toilet was only magnifying her need, though, and she had to double over again, hand in crotch.
Now it was Brian’s turn to laugh. “You—you thought I was going to break up with you? Oh, Angie, no! No, no, never. No, Angie, I love you.”
Those words—those magical, fantastical, miraculous words. She thought she may just melt. Or if not melt, then maybe drip. At the sound of her greatest hope filling her ears, her bladder again contracted, and another one-second jet of pee leaked out into her underwear, warming the area all around her private parts. Here Brian was apologizing for making her wet herself, not knowing that he was doing it again!
“Oh, Brian.” Angelica’s voice, though still high-pitched and tremulous, was gooier than before. “Oh, Brian, I love you too.” Another leak forced its way out, and she could feel the fabric under her hand growing warm and damp. She lifted up one leg, then the other. “And don’t blame yourself for the times I wet my pants. Really. Trust me, they haven’t all been because of you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake. What she should have said was “they haven’t been all because of you,” meaning he hadn’t been the sole cause. What she had actually said instead let the cat out of the bag—and, as if on cue, something else was let out of somewhere else. The wetness began to extend out over her right thigh. She hoped that Brian wouldn’t notice the slip in her syntax.
Sadly, he was hanging on too closely to her every word for it to pass him by. “All? What do you mean, all? Were…there…other times?”
Angelica could feel her face turning red as her sphincter started releasing a trickle of hot urine out of her burning bladder. “Um, well, I mean, yeah,” was all she could manage in reply. She was still holding herself as tightly as she could, but her pee was beginning to slowly descend down her leg. She could feel it lazily flowing down her skin, followed shortly thereafter by the darkening of the denim. “Yeah, I’ve wet my pants different times. A lot of different times, honestly.” Talking about peeing herself was only making her current situation worse, and the trickle grew in strength, the wet spot now also spreading out under her hand onto her left thigh.
Brian was taken aback. “Wait, for real? You have?”
Angelica blushed harder. She couldn’t hold the truth or her urine in any longer. “Yeah. I’m—I’m actually—” She let out a grunt. “I’m actually wetting myself right now.”
The trickle turned into a full-fledged stream as she lost all power to hold back. Within seconds, both thighs were wet all over the front and the back, her pee separating into different channels on her right leg and creating an irregular patchwork stain. Her urine also poured directly through the saturated fabric of her panties and jeans, through the gaps in her fingers, and splattered straight down onto the carpet…not very far from where she had peed her pajamas on Halloween several years before, now that she thought about it.
When he spoke, Brian’s voice was incredulous. “What? Seriously? You’re joking, right?”
Angelica gave a self-deprecating chuckle. “No, I’m not joking. I had to pee but then you called as soon as I got home.” Her accident, caused more by heightened emotions than by excessive volume of urine, was coming to an end.
Brian’s tone was sympathetic. “Angie, you…you could’ve…you could’ve just told me…”
Angelica cut him off. “It’s okay, Brian. Really. As long as it stays just between you and me, I don’t mind. I really don’t.” The last drops were dripping from the inside of her right thigh. “Why do you think I even told you about having other accidents? It was bound to come out eventually.” She laughed to herself at the darkly humorous double meaning.
When Brian tried to interject again, Angelica adopted a gentler, more matriarchal tone. “Listen. Don’t worry about it. I won’t. I love you and can’t wait for our date next week, and that’s all that matters.”
Brian coughed lightly, as if to fill the gap where he couldn’t find words. Then he let out a breath and said, “Well, uh, I mean, okay. Just between us. Of course. I love you too, Angie. See you next week.”
Angelica smiled on one side and blew the sound of a kiss into the phone. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Now that the call was over, Angelica blew her bangs out of her eyes with a long, relieved exhalation. Everything was all right between her and Brian—and he told her he loved her. She would sleep like a baby tonight.
Of course, before anything else, she had to clean herself up. Thankfully, the relatively small quantity of urine she had peed meant there wasn’t much of a puddle to speak of. Good. She knew from experience that cleaning up carpet was a nightmare. As she retreated to her room to find some clean clothes, she mused over the new development of Brian knowing about her accidents and what the ramifications would mean. She supposed the topic would doubtless come up next week when they went out for ice cream.
And when payday came, Angelica and Lily found that they had both been paid overtime pay for a full shift on that day. |
I thought I’d take an unconventional approach to an omorashi anthology. This is the prologue, please let me know what you think!
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Prologue:
Let me share some fun facts with you. There are approximately 7.82 billion people in the world. Specifically, 7,757,304,035 people, last time I checked. That’s a lot right? That’s approximately 7,800 millions. Have you ever counted to 1 million before? How about 7,800? Exactly. 7.8 billion is a big number. It’s a massive number actually; so massive in fact, that it would take you approximately 31 years, 251 days, 7 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds just to count to 1 billion, at the rate of 1 number every second, on average. Most of us would literally die trying.
So that begs the question: how did I do it? No, it’s not because I can count really fast. I’m actually one of the slowest people I know. I’d be late to my own funeral, assuming I died on time. No, I’m just good with numbers. Really good, if I can flatter myself for a moment. Statistics are a breeze for me; fun even, if you can believe that. So much fun that I graduated with a masters in marketing and a bachelors in statistics by the time I was 22.
I didn’t have much of a social life, and I really didn’t need one. I was singularly fascinated with how you could enumerate and then monetize human behavior, based on something as simple as a demographic. Example: out of the approximately 76 million college students in the United States, 22% of all of their beverage consumption is coffee. Not surprisingly, there’s a Starbucks on every campus I’ve ever been to.
Never do something you’re good at for free they say. So I founded the world’s largest statistics and analytics company, DMG Analytics. Because let’s be honest, compiling numeric profiles on 7.82 billion people is a lot of work for one guy, despite my affinities. We collect and compile valuable consumer data for large companies across the globe, using state of the art software that I co- designed and patented. We can get specific, very specific, and that’s a huge asset in this industry. Retail, big tech, you name it; we make sure our clients are reaching their number one customers. We do the numbers, so you don’t have to.
So why am I bothering you on a fetish website? Well first of all, I hope I’m not bothering you. If I am, well at least you learned something about coffee and college students. But I’d like to think I have more to bring to the table than a few fun facts. What I bring is decisive probability; likely outcomes, based on facts and collected data. What better way to think about desperate guys and gals than in a “big picture” kind of way? I’m sure some of you can appreciate that.
Let me share another fun fact with you. Out of 7.82 billion people on the planet, 327 million are in the United States. Out of 327 million individuals in the US, 13 million have had an accident so bad, they had to tell someone about it; in fact, only 15% of that 13 million are men, the other 85% are women (sorry ladies, our lines just aren’t as long). If you consider that all surveys only have a 30-40% response rate, that means there could be upwards of 20 million men and women who gambled and lost, but just aren’t willing to take a weird survey. That’s a lot of people having accidents, when you think about it.
I’d say it’s safe to say that the likelihood of any number of omorashi related fantasies and fictions actually happening is fairly high at this point. You may never have seen an accident, but think about how often you get desperate, either on purpose or by accident. What are the odds that that’s happened to someone else, out of billions of people? Very high, I’d say. Maybe yesterday, maybe two weeks ago. But someone, somewhere, has had an accident recently. Someone’s crush has definitely probably been desperate and wet herself in front of their secret admirer. A hot teacher has definitely probably squirmed behind her desk, counting the seconds till the bell rings so she can speed walk to the nearest staff bathroom, only to wait in line, shuffling her feet as she tries to keep her composure. These things happen more often than you’d think.
I’m speaking from a straight guy’s perspective, who has no personal desire to see other men desperate. To each their own. But regardless of orientation, I’ve been desperate before, just like you’ve been desperate before; it happens to everyone, everywhere, all the time. We’re all statistics, technically speaking. But one thing I’ve learned over time is that every number has a story, as vivid and real as your own day to day life; a sort of perverted iteration of sonder, if you will. That’s 12 million people, at a minimum, with a very vivid story of an embarrassing, messy accident.
Which is why I created “the survey.” It started off as a fun little side project, for shits and giggles. Write a little survey, maybe even monetize contributions to incentivize participants, post it on the right website with the right demographics, and see what happens. A “fire and forget” sort of thing. But when I launched a trial run on a water-sports forum..... wow. You wouldn’t believe how gleefully people will tell detailed stories of their most embarrassing bathroom failures, if you throw in some money for their troubles.
I’ll say this: 12 million was an amatuer number. One contract with Pornhub later, and 115 million people a day view my paid survey. With a 10% monthly participation rate, that means 11.5 million people a month fill my inbox with sensational bathroom accident stories and experiences that definitely probably happened, from some of the most willing participants you’ll find: horny men and women, motivated to tell the best story possible.
This is the story of their stories. I say it was worth every penny, but I’ll let you decide that for yourself.
Edited January 14, 2020 by Alex Oxford
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Interlude:
As you can imagine, I have a lot of data to work with. To be honest, it’s almost too much, even for me. Well, almost too much. I believe you can never have too much of a good thing, only a surplus, which will be tapped in due time. The real challenge lies with managing this surplus.... discreetly. After all, I'm a high profile within the industry, and trust me when I say there’s a lot of people that would like to knock me off the top and get a piece of the pie chart. Fortunately, they’re all clueless, and I have state of the art software capable of sorting and analyzing millions of data entries a second with the click of a button. What else am I supposed to do with this fancy toy?
To make this project more manageable, I’ve taken the liberty of sorting the results into various categories, based on major denominators and key relevant demographics, such as scenario, age, occupation, etc. You know, all the boring shit that you didn’t care about till right now. Did you know that 50% of all accidents happen at home? Just kidding, it’s more like 27%; people just get too comfortable I think. So what accounts for the other 73%? Let’s start here:
Sample 1: Commuter Desperation
Because of the sheer diversity of commuter options, I thought I might start here. It looks like approximately 23% of all accidents happen during some sort of commute from point A to point B. Major contributing factors include:
the lack of restroom availability,
the length of time one remains unavailable, and of course,
the occasional lack of social pressure to not piss yourself in the privacy of your own car.
*Fun fact: If you wet yourself in a car, and no one’s around to see it, does it still count? Of course it does, don’t be silly; the advantage is that you never have to tell anyone about it. Unless it’s a rental, then you’re contractually obligated. 10% of commuter accidents owed a hefty cleaning fee.
I programed the DMG bot to filter through all travel and commuter related incidents, and had him isolate accounts based on length, diversity of vocabulary, and grammatical correctness. After isolating 2.4 million quality entries, DMG bot sorted them based on transportation method, and randomly selected 1 account from each group, within 3 selected age brackets (for those of you that like diversity). Without further delay, let’s begin!
Naomi M.
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Height: 5’9”
Build: Athletic, slim (if I do say so myself)
Race: Caucasian
Occupation: Sous- Chef
The Incident: I never would have thought that I would be telling this story to anyone, anywhere, ever. But here we go, maybe it’ll feel good to get it off my chest. I work as a kitchen assistant in a very busy restaurant. I love cooking, and I worked my ass off to get to where I’m at today. Men leering at me and talking down to me, it’s bullshit. They’re all afraid of me though, so that’s kind of nice. With that being said, I’m very used to holding my pee. A kitchen is a very fast paced environment, and sometimes you just need to cross your legs and squirm your way through the shift. It happens a lot, and I’m sure if my clothes were any tighter, I’d have men leering at me for a different reason.
On this particular day, I had to pee fairly bad. Maybe like a 7-10. I have a strong bladder, but not a lot of room for it to grow. I have a very tight core, so I tend to start squirming pretty quickly. I was at the legs crossing stage, where I wasn’t full on squirming like a weirdo, but I definitely didn’t look comfortable. I never look comfortable in the kitchen though, so it wasn’t too bad.
It just so happened that I had ordered a dress at my favorite department store, and it was ready for the in store pickup; but because it was a weekend, they closed a few hours early. I needed that freaking dress, I had waited more than a week for it to show up, and I’m a very impatient person. Not entirely thinking straight, or maybe it was a matter of prioritizing, I decided to skip the bathroom trip before I left, and head over to the store.
By the time I got to the store, it was 30 minutes till closing time, and I knew that I had to get in there, try my stuff on, and buy the shit before I got locked out. The lines would take at least 10 minutes to get to the front of the queue, and by the time I got back to the store, they’d be shutting down.
I walked into the store, probably at like an 8- 10. Like I said, I’m a bit of a squirmer, so I thought it would be wise to keep moving as to not attract undue attention. I went to the back of the store where the hold items for pickup, and they had me wait there while they got it. I had to stand there for maybe 5 minutes or so, trying not to make a scene. But at some point I couldn’t help it.
Bonus points for description right? Well, I had taken my chef outfit off, and I was in my sweats and a workout top. I looked pretty good to be honest, and I think the guy several spots behind me was checking me out. Well he sure got a show. At about the 2 minute mark, I had to start moving around, I couldn’t keep my composure anymore. I wasn’t so much embarrassed as I was annoyed, but I had to start stutter stepping from foot to foot, putting one foot in front of the other, that kind of thing. At one point I crossed my legs pretty tightly and twisted around a little bit. The guy behind me was blushing, it was pretty cute.
I got my dress and I left. I went to the bathrooms, waddling stiffly with my dress in hand, and there was a line of other ladies about 10 deep. I grabbed my crotch as a wave of need rushed over me, and I squirmed on the spot. There was no way I would be able to make it to the front without pissing all over myself. You would’ve liked that wouldn’t you?
I waddled my way out of the store and got to my car, pee dancing as I search for my keys. I was jogging on the spot, I was pretty desperate by this point. Easily a 9-20.. I lived about 20 minutes away from the store, so I knew it would be a long drive. I didn’t want to pee in the car, so I figured I would stop at the coffee shop on the way home. “It should still be open,” I thought.
I got in the car and immediately grabbed my crotch. God I had to pee. I wiggled my hips and pressed my ass into the chair, doing a full on seated potty dance. You would’ve enjoyed it, but I was definitely not at this time. I did not want to pee myself in my car, I was still paying it off. At least they were leather seats, but I didn’t want to think about that. I just wanted to go home and pee. In a toilet, not my sweats.
Every single red light that I hit was killing me. I had to raise my thigh up to stop the pee from coming out. I must’ve looked like a crazy woman, bouncing her legs and rocking back and forth. But that look on my face was definitely one of desperation. I had to pee so freaking bad, I definitely looked worried. It showed on my face as I blew through my lips, anxiously tapped the steering wheel, and grasped my crotch as I moaned aloud, trying to ease the pressure. My only solace was that I could squirm and wriggle in privacy, rather than in front of gawking strangers.
I was frantic by the time the plaza was in view. I felt tremendous relief, but also incredible anxiety as I pulled into the parking lot. I needed to pee now, or I would piss all over my car. Obviously, no one else got the memo. As I neared the coffee shop, I noticed to my horror that all nearby parking was taken. The closest parking was several rows away.
I tried getting out of the car and spurted instantly. I felt it roll down my leg in my form fitting sweats, and a wet spot formed on my crotch. I grabbed myself and double crossed my legs, trying to keep it all in. There was no way I was going to make it all the way to the shop without pissing myself in front of everyone, I needed to sit down.
I sat back down in the car and contemplated my options. The smart thing to do would be to just go behind the building and pee next to my car. But I’m a prideful girl, and I knew I needed an actual toilet, and nothing else. I turned the car back on again and started driving home.
But I’m an idiot because I didn’t get very far. As I left the parking lot, there was a dip in the road, and a massive spurt gushed out of me and soaked my ass. It’s a very nice, toned ass mind you. You would like it even if it wasn’t wet. But yeah, that was the beginning of the end. I made it about 3 more stop lights, squirming like a mad woman as pee seeped out of me and soaked my ass while I clenched and wriggled and did that cute squirming pee dance that ladies do when they didn’t get a potty break.
I was stupid, so I pissed myself in my car. I got to the next stoplight, and this wave of pressure just came over me. I clenched, and squeezed, willing the light to turn green. But it didn’t, and I was out of time. I said “fuck it,” and just let go. Warmth spread over my ass cheeks, and poured over the sides of the chair. I heard it pouring and hitting the ground as I just sat there panting and sighed with relief. I must’ve peed for at least 40 seconds or so, because I sat there for a long ass time, just straight pissing myself.
I drove another 10 minutes home from there. It was a little uncomfortable, but I felt more relieved than anything to be honest, especially since no one was around to see it. I got home, wiped everything up with a towel, and sanitized everything my pee touched. I live alone, so getting caught wasn’t an issue.
No one ever found out about it, not until now anyway. I honestly didn’t know this was a thing, but I’m glad it is. I don’t feel so gross anymore! Hahaha, I’m glad I could help! I hope you enjoy yourself!
- Naomi M.
Edited January 15, 2020 by Alex Oxford
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Sonya B.
Age: 41
Sex: Yes
Height: 5’ 6”
Build: Curvaceous
Race: I’m a proud Irish woman
Occupation: Senior Programmer, among other things
The Incident: Hello mysterious sir! My name is Sonya, and I’ve peed myself more times than I can count, in about every outfit imaginable! Haha! I’m very used to having accidents, I’ve had 2 kids; my bladder strength just isn’t what it used to be! I’m currently a single mom, but the birds have left the nest, I'm sad to say. They both went off to college, one of them currently staying with his dad and step- mom and going to a local university. There’s no bad blood between us; we’re good friends, and I think we’ve done a great job for having kids at such a young age. The kids were what kept us together, when we probably shouldn’t have been. He was always so reserved and mellow, and I was always the wild one. We had different lifestyles, different values. There were better people for the both of us, we knew that. We wanted different things, and I couldn’t be happier for him!
Geeze, sorry for all the backstory! This is about me pissing myself on accident right? You don’t want to hear about me getting knocked up, you want to hear about the milf that pissed herself on the subway one morning, don’t you? My plump ass, soaked with pee, a warm puddle on the ground. It was quite the sight. I’m no stranger to pee stuff; I’ve been to the darkest corners of Pornhub and back, not to mention I fully piss myself at least once every few months. This survey is perfect for me!
What doesn’t help my incontinence is that I drink a lot of water. You don’t get to be in great shape at my age without going the extra mile. I’d say my bathroom is my best friend, and lined panties are my second best friend! I’ve had my fair share of leaks, and they’re a lifesaver! I get desperate a lot, and my friends tease me about my pee pee dance a lot. You wouldn’t think that a woman my age would do the pee pee dance, but I probably do it more than a woman your age, whatever your age is. It’s a cute dance, I’m not going to lie. It’s very animated; it needs to be, otherwise I can’t hold it and I pee all over myself like a little girl. You wouldn’t judge me for that would you?
Well on this particular day, I was wearing a pencil skirt and a blouse, getting on the tram to take me out of the city and into the suburbs. My ass looked great, it really pops out when I wear skirts. I’ve got a lot going on up front too. I like to unbutton the top button while I’m out. I like the attention. In my defense, it’s kind of hard to dress modestly with my shape, but that’s only a problem at work; I’m not really a modest person to begin with!
We have a rail system that spans the entire city, and it’s super convenient, because parking is a bitch. I had gotten off of work early, so I thought I would go to get my watch fixed. I love my watch, it was a gift from my son, and it hadn’t been working right for a hot minute. I chugged my water bottle as I sat on the train. I had a slight urge to pee, but nothing I wasn’t used to. I simply crossed my legs and waited patiently for my stop to arrive. The shop I go to isn’t that far from where I work. I did that on purpose, because I’m not a fan of walking around town in heels. I may not be modest, but I’m more than practical!
I got to the jewelry store, and apparently there was a queue. Not a physical queue, like a line to get into the movie theatre, or a bathroom. It was a service queue, like a “take a number and get in line” kind of queue. It wasn’t a long queue, but it was a wait nonetheless. He knows me pretty well, since I go there all the time to get my jewelry shined. He has a thing for me, and I don’t mind. He’s a pretty good looking guy, funny, charming, and he gives me great deals all the time. Perhaps I let his eyes wander to my ass every now and then as I shop his selection from across the way. No harm in that right?
Anyway, I was hoping that he could move up to the front of the queue, which he had no problem doing, obviously. He just had to finish up his current project first, which would be about 15 minutes or so. Decided I could wait, it wouldn’t be that bad. But it did get that bad, as I’m sure you can imagine.
About 15 minutes later, I was crossing my legs to stave off the pressure. I would cross them one way, then I would cross them the other way. He kept looking at my legs. A lot of people look at my legs, I can’t blame him. Anyway, soon 15 minutes were up, and I was beginning to feel the heat. He started opening up my watch, troubleshooting it, all that good stuff. I looked at his wares across the way, starting to subconsciously step on the spot. He noted how restless I was, and I told him, pretty straightforwardly, “sorry, I just have to pee!” He laughed and blushed a little, and I told him he didn’t have to worry about it, that it was a personal problem!
I had expected it to be a more complicated fix, but it turns out it was a pretty easy one, according to him. He said it would take maybe 15 more minutes, and I couldn’t help but bend at the waist and moan. He said it wouldn’t take that long, and he asked me if I could hold it, humorously. I said yes, he might just have to watch me be a little uncomfortable! He chuckled and started tinkering with my watch, eyeing my legs every once and a while as they slid past each other the get a better holding position. There were other people in his shop at this point, and I could feel their eyes on my ass and legs too as I shifted uncomfortably. I was about to give everyone a show, and as much as I like being candid, I wasn’t in the mood to be literally surrounded by gawkers.
I subtly squirmed as I watched him tinker with it, squeezing my legs tightly as he looked to be wrapping up. I couldn’t help it! I didn’t even have to go that bad yet, but I needed the help! Otherwise I would have left a big puddle on my favorite jewelers floor. Who knows, maybe he would have liked that.
The reason I say that is when I asked if I could use his bathroom, it was conveniently out of order. Just my luck right? No I had to pee dance in front of him until he was finished, which I most certainly did. Some might have thought I was looking impatient; they’d be right, I was very impatient. I started pacing a little, and he was taking his sweet time looking at my squirming legs! He has the worst timing!
As luck would have it, he did finish in the nick of time. He apologized halfheartedly for the bathroom being out of order, and said coyly, “I hope you make it.” That little shit! Haha! I told him, “me too,” and paid him promptly, legs crossed like a pretzel the whole time.
I speed walked out of the store and went straight to the train station, just down the street. The pressure in my full bladder was now constant, and anyone who looked at me for more than a few seconds could tell I was uncomfortable. If I was moving, they might have thought it was the heels I was wearing. But while I waited for the crosswalk to turn green, it became much more obvious. I started lifting my legs up and down to add pressure to my pussy, like I was marching in place. It was a spectacle I’m sure, but it gets worse.
I planned on using the toilet at the station, as gross as it is. But I checked the time on my now fully functional watch, and I was running late. The train would likely get there around the same time I did. I suppose I could have waited for the next train to arrive instead of pissing myself in front of a room full of people, but like I said, I was impatient, and my bladder was keeping me from thinking straight, let alone properly prioritizing!
So I get on the train, and as soon as those doors shut and the train started moving, I knew I was fucked. I knew right then and there that I was going to piss myself in front of these people, and there wasn’t much I could do about it except get off at the next stop. I was really trying not to get stranded in the wrong suburb, so I continued with my stupid decision and made a spectacle of myself in front of everyone.
I couldn’t stop pee dancing, I really couldn’t. I was crossing my legs, and bobbing up and down, sticking my ass out every time I would cross my legs. You could see and hear my smooth, milky thighs sliding past each other, and the click of my heels on the ground as I prolonged the inevitable, and people could not stop staring. Some stared with worry, others with disgust, others with fascination and lust. I saw a few people subtly filming me as I wriggled and squirmed in the subway car.
I made eye contact with a girl sitting down, she was a college student it looked like. She gave me a small smile, and I smiled back, giggling, and said, “I’m so sorry you have to see this, I have to pee and my stop is still 15 minutes away!’ She sighed, and offered me her seat, which I gladly accepted. Still, I could not stay still. I was rocking back and forth, crossing and recrossing my legs, while worried and lustful stares sized me up, waiting for me to burst in my skirt. I was bouncing my legs, wriggling around, moaning occasionally, all the shit you guys get off to. I saw some looks in that car that day that I hadn’t seen on a man’s face in a long, long time.
I started peeing while I was still sitting down. A massive spurt soaked my ass, and I got up and hurried to the door, facing out the window as I squirmed and wriggled, fighting off the massive pressure, pee dribbling slowly down my thighs. A small puddle was forming at my feet, and still I fought, and stepped, and clicked in my heels. People were murmuring, and a dozen phones were recording my fat ass jiggling around with a massive pee spot on the back. It was hopeless.
I crossed my legs in one last attempt to not soak myself, but it didn’t work. I pissed forcefully into my panties, my pantyhose, and my skirt. Since I was bent over, it flooded my ass and went straight through the skirt, and simultaneously snaked down my legs. It sounded like a garden hose splatting on the kitchen floor. My pee poured onto the floor of the car, and everyone that hadn’t already moved away from me began to clear the floor around me. The pee splattered on the benches, the walls, and the door, and seeped into the door seal, draining into the crack of the door, and likely leaving a trail of my hot pee all the way down the green line tunnel. I must have peed for a minute, staring out the window, while grown men and women ogled the milf that pissed herself. It echoed through the car, and rang in my ears for the rest of the way to my stop. I was so fucking embarrassed, even for as many accidents as I have. This was the biggest and most public too.
I got off at my stop maybe 10 minutes later, burning with humiliation. My wet footprints followed me all the way to my car, parked at the station. I laid a towel down and drove home, anxious for a shower, but relieved that I finally got to pee. Funnily enough, the next time I saw my jeweler friend, he asked if I made it. I told him I pissed myself on the way home, and he blushed, and told me the next time I asked, he would fix it himself. Foot in mouth syndrome, but I thought it was cute.
You’ll probably think this is interesting, but after Seeing your survey for the 5th time on Pornhub, I thought I’d look around and see if I could find any footage of my pissy accident. I had to search for a little while, but lo and behold, I found it on a voyeur forum, smothered with likes and views, shared hundreds of times. That was the moment I decided to take this survey and tell you my story. It makes me feel much better than people still think I’m hot after wetting myself. I wonder if my jeweler friend feels the same way? I’ll have to ask him sometime soon.
Edited January 16, 2020 by Alex Oxford
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Anabel G.
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Height: 5’6”
Build: Use your imagination, you’re probably right
Race: Salvadoran
Occupation: Senior Sales Rep
The Incident: Hey there! So my name is Tami, I’m 36. I like long walks on the beach, tall, muscular men, and I pissed myself on a plane once, flying out to Seattle for a product training conference.
Hehe, well I have to start somewhere! I don’t know, I feel a little silly talking about this, since I wasn’t exactly expecting to take a survey on a porn website. I’m not actively engaged in the porn community or anything, so this is pretty new for me. Be nice!
So, I’ll say it was really embarrassing, and I felt super gross. Granted, it’s not the only time that I’ve wet myself. I peed a little getting home from work once, and I also wet the bed and then peed a little running to the bathroom after a long night of drinking. I might have even peed a little while waiting in line for the bathroom at times, lots of drinking also involved, so that’s my excuse! But this is easily the most public (and the wettest) accident I’ve ever had; and I think that’s what made it so exciting for me. It’s like, I could have done something, but I didn’t, and I peed myself because of that. I don’t know, you can understand why that might be exciting right? After all, you’re the one asking!
So a little back story. I’m the senior sales rep for a company that engineers client data management programs for small to mid sized businesses, at least as far as employee count goes. Larger companies have the funds to develop their own programs, specific to their needs; we market to companies that don’t have the resources for something like that, and charge them a fee for access. We do the programming, so you don’t have to!
So we just merged with a pretty large tech company, and our development teams have been working to incorporate advanced new software into our workflows. Corporate was requesting that all senior sales managers fly out to the head office for product training, so they could take the training back to their regional offices and train the staff from there. We were supposed to spend about two weeks training at the corporate office, and then go back home and train the staff after that. They paid for our room and board and everything, I felt like a queen!
But I should let you know, I’m not a morning person. I live on the east coast, and because of the time zone difference, I had to scram early to get there on time. I had my morning pee, and my morning coffee. Two coffees actually, because I looked like a mess. In fact, I just left in my workout clothes; I figured I could change at the airport.
The ride over was uneventful, except for my anxiety, building fast, as the traffic wasn’t letting up. When we finally got to the airport, I grabbed my stuff out of the cab’s trunk, and rushed inside. Thankfully, I’m super responsible, and I checked in to my flight the night before! But I still had to go through baggage check, and I was already cranky and annoyed. I waited, and waited, and to make things worse, I was starting to need a pee. I finally checked my baggage. Then I had to go up an escalator, get in line for TSA, and those coffees were draining into my bladder by the second. I was starting to get uncomfortable, and I was constantly staring at my watch. I was later, and these slow people needed to move.
As I’m packing everything into the conveyor belt so they could scan my stuff, I remember crossing my legs to help hold it. It was definitely helping, and I felt much less anxious knowing I could stave off my need to pee. I went through the scanner, they scanned me, and I picked up my stuff and hustled to the terminal. Thankfully, the terminal was close by. I looked for a bathroom. It was also close by. But the line… not a good sign. I crossed my legs again, wondering if I could make it to the bathroom before they boarded my flight. I talked to one of the stewardesses, and they said they would be boarding soon, but I would probably have time. So I got in line.
And I waited, and waited, and waited for some more. My legs were constantly crossed by this point, I definitely needed to pee. I have a relatively…. Expressive pee pee dance, you could say. I move around a lot;I have to stop myself from dancing around in front of people. I won’t even notice it sometimes! I have that doorbell with the camera on it, and I can’t tell you how many silly pee pee dances I’ve done while trying to get inside the house. I’m pretty sure the neighbors have seen me at least once!
So there I stand, subtly pee dancing in a long line for the bathroom, as my flight is boarding across the walkway. I was anxious; not only because I had to pee so bad, but because I was watching in horror as my flight slowly boarded, and the bathroom line was boarding even slower. I was so bothered. I tried to keep my legs crossed, but I was just so antsy.
Eventually, the entire flight was boarded, and I was a little more than halfway. By now, some of the other ladies were pretty desperate as well. One lady was constantly stepping from foot to foot, and another lady was standing very stiffly, blowing through her teeth. She looked like she was clenching her ass. She definitely had to poop, by the way she was moving. She turned around to see what was going on behind her every now and then, and then continued to clench anxiously, with a hand pressed firmly into her thighs. At some point, she bent over and put a hand on her ass, and then said aloud, “oh my god, it’s an emergency.” She then scurried toward the front of the line and begged the others to let her cut. They reluctantly agreed, to my dismay. She was obviously going to be awhile, and my flight was already almost done boarding.
I thought about begging too, but the fact that someone already did that was deterring me from being the second one to ask. I looked back at my terminal, and made the fatal mistake: I got out of line, still desperate to pee, and boarded my flight.
I thought I could use the bathrooms before we were seated. But as it turns out, that wasn’t going to happen either. The stewardesses, somewhat pushy (they would regret that later after needing to clean up my pee), urged me to get seated right away. I protested to one of them, a busty blonde about my age, and told her that I really needed to pee. She told me, rather frankly, and somewhat loudly, that I would have to hold it until takeoff, and then I could go. Bitch.
Because of her, several passengers around me were alerted to my predicament. Now keep in mind, I take good care of my body. I’m not new to the staring. But what I am new to is the staring while I’m bursting to pee. Not that it hasn’t happened before, but usually, I was already in line for the bathroom. Now, I was nowhere near it. I had a very full bladder at this point, and if I had to remain standing much longer, it would look like I was preparing for a tap dance recital. You might be pleased to know that I step around a lot when I have to pee. My old roommate used to tease me when I was waiting for the restroom, especially at the bar. My heels were so loud, clicking against the floor, that everyone stop and look over at me from time to time.
This time was different, because I had to hold a full bladder in front of watchful strangers. And it was very full, and very uncomfortable. Over the course of the pre- flight, taxing the runway, and the actual takeoff, my desperation went from an 8 to a 9. I was staring at my phone (fuck them, I kept it on during takeoff), trying to take my mind off my bursting bladder. My legs were squirming back and forth, visibly, and I was hyper aware of the guy in the window seat ogling my restless thighs. He wouldn’t be so happy if I peed right there. Or maybe he would have, I’ll never know. But it was obvious that I really had to pee to those around me, even the ones that weren’t also horny.
We’re finally about to reach cruising altitude, or whatever they call it, and I’m basically making a scene. I was audibly moaning at some point to contain my bladder, and you could see the bugle above my waistline. The woman next time me, on the isle seay finally spoke up, and asked if I was okay. I told her very frankly, as if it wasn’t obvious, that I was absolutely bursting to pee, and I was very very uncomfortable. She smiled understandingly, and said that she knew how I felt, as she’s been in some situations like that before. She started to tell me about a time she was desperate to pee at a wedding, but I had to cut her off as she started telling me the story. I laughed and told her, “tell me after I’ve peed, because hearing your story will only make it worse for me right now!” I said, squirming for emphasis as the gentleman to my right eyed my legs discreetly. She conceded and said, “okay, later! Don’t worry, you’ll get to go soon enough.”
But I didn’t get to go. I sat there, and wriggled and squirmed, sliding my legs back and forth, while the shy young man next to me continued to blush profusely as my legs occasionally brushed his. At one point, I accidentally kicked him as I attempted to recross my legs. “I’m so sorry,” I said, apologizing profusely, “I just really have to pee!” I said, with an embarrassed smile. He looked at me and also smiled, embarrassed, and laughed shyly, saying “It’s okay, I kind of figured. Just do what you need to do.” I squeezed my thighs together tightly as he said that, happy that I was given permission to pee dance freely by both of the people next to me. That was what I needed.
But what I needed more than that was to pee, and there was no way I was doing that before the fasten seatbelt sign came off. And it didn’t come off for another 15 minutes. And by then, I was about to wet myself. I was frantic, and I could not stop moving. I needed that bathroom now, or I was flooding the seat right where I sat.
I stood up very stiffly, with my hands jammed into my crotch to maintain control. I stood there and wiggled for a minute as the woman to my left looked nervous, and the man to my right looked pretty flustered himself. This would most definitely be the last time I could reach under my skirt and hold myself, and I did everything I could to take advantage of this final moment of help from my hands before stepping into the isle. I breathed a sigh of effort and frustration, pressing my thighs tightly together one last time, before finally looking down and the woman, red as ever, and asked her politely, “Can I get by you real quick? I’m going to try and use the restroom now.”
The woman next to me kindly stood up so I could move over. But in that moment of transition, my fate was sealed. A small line formed at the restrooms at the front and back of the plane. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who had to go. I rushed over to get my place in line, but by the time I got there, I was 4th in line, with 2 women and 1 man in front of me, and about 4 people behind me.
The only good news here was that the people behind me blocked off the watchful eyes of those who were well aware of my predicament by now. I was stepping feverishly in place. I was desperate, and it was obvious. I had my legs crossed, bobbing up and down, and I squirmed my thighs back and forth past each other as my bladder reached its limit. People that hadn’t noticed before cleared noticed now, that this professional looking woman had a full bladder and was bursting to pee. I began stepping in place more and more forcefully as I ground my muscles into each other, attempting to give any additional assistance to my tired nether regions. I was making a spectacle, and the fact that I couldn’t use my hands anymore meant that my legs had to work overtime to keep my pee contained.
But my muscles were tired. I had been holding it for quite some time at this point, almost 2 hours, and I was sweating. My muscles were fatiguing, my calves were sore, my thighs quivered; I really had to go, and the line was just not moving. The mix of adrenaline and anxiety as I stood there, my bladder bulge clearly visible through my form fitting skirt, while others silently watched, only added to the complicated emotions I was experiencing at that moment: fear, excitement, worry, fear again, embarrassment, and…. Arousal? Not terribly aroused, but something about the way they were looking at me, some of the men in particular, got me particularly flustered. There was a desire in some of their eyes, a subtle desire, that perhaps they didn’t even understand. It was expectancy. They were waiting to see what happened, they wanted to see what happened. They were watching me struggle, wondering if I would make it, because it looked like there was a good chance that I would not. I bit my lip with effort and raised my thigh to waist level. A man my age, still seated, began to blush. I blushed too. It was so much to take in.
Too much in fact. As I held my quivering thigh at waist level, pressing down the urge to pee, my muscles began to fatigue, and my urge began to rise. I whimpered, and raised the other thigh. But the pressure didn’t decrease. There was one person in line ahead of me at this point, but she had just walked in, and I was about to burst. I squirmed and wriggled and danced shamelessly as people slowly started stepping away from me, the person in front of me included. There was now a circular audience surrounding me, while I stood in an empty bubble, pee dancing like my life depended on it.
I felt a leak, and then another, and then another. Pee began running down my thighs and snaked down my calves into my shoes. I was having an accident. The people that sat next to me looked worried, and one of them was probably about to say something to the means of, “Hey, don’t pee on me.”
But it was no use. It was a lost cause. I moaned aloud, still stepping in place, and resigned myself to my fate. I whispered to the woman in front of me, “I’m starting to pee myself, I need to be next,” and she kindly let me cut her in line, as if she had been prepared to do so the entire time. But there was no point. The minute I cut her in line, I crouched down, closed my eyed, and pissed like a racehorse.
My ass instantly felt warmed up as pee pooled in the butt of my skirt before seeping through the skirt and puddling on the floor. You could hear the hissing sound of my piss hitting the skirt fabric with the force of a fire hydrant. I breathed heavily, eyes still closed, basking in the relief of pressure and the pleasure of warmth as I squatted and pissed myself. I was having a full on, pissy accident while everyone in the plane watched, and murmured mean and terrible and interesting things. I guess they’ve never seen a grown woman piss themselves before.
I felt like I squatted there forever. I didn’t want to see the damage of the puddle. I didn’t want to see anything. I was terribly embarrassed, completely humiliated, and for some reason, still aroused. It was too much for me to look in the eye at that moment. I came to as the door to the bathroom opened, and I heard a woman gasp as she saw me squatting there, sobbing quietly, with a flood of piss at my feet.
The rest of the flight was a bit of a blur. A flight attendant came and assisted me, asking that I clean myself up to the best of my ability in the restroom. I wiped down my legs, and did my best to dry my skirt with paper towels. The wet stain was still there, but it was now damp, rather than soaking wet. I smelled faintly of piss, and I asked outside if I could borrow some perfume from anyone, laughing nervously at the absurdity of the request, while also trying to use humor to suppress an emotional breakdown. A woman a few spaces back reached into her purse, and provided me with a floral looking perfume. I sprayed myself in the bathroom, beginning to feel marginally refreshed amid my terrible embarrassment.
The attendant helped me back to my seat, where I was asked to sit on a plastic bag, and I was given a towel for privacy. She was really sweet, and she apologized profusely for the wait to use the restroom. I didn’t feel like hearing it, but she was still a sweetheart. I didn’t say anything to anyone when I sat down. I just closed my eyes, and tried to pretend the world around me would disappear.
I woke up a few hours later, as we landed. I hadn’t entirely mentally recovered from my accident. I was in a hurry to leave. The people I sat by apologized for my accident, as if it was their fault, and I just sat there until everyone had left. I didn’t want any more eyes on my wet ass. I reached into my carry on, and tied a jacket around my waist as I walked out of the plane. I called the corporate office and told them that I would need to go home and change first, as someone had spilled alcohol on me during our flight. They were completely understanding, and I got my only reprieve in the last 6 hours from constant embarrassment.
When I got to my hotel, I was still feeling a little damp and cold, but not nearly as much as earlier. But I also had to pee again, since it had been hours since I had last gone, ironically. My focus was on collecting myself and getting to that meeting, so I worked quickly to get some new clothes together for work. Which also meant I neglected the bathroom until I finished getting ready. Stupid, I know. But I was not going to let pee stop me from getting on with my day, it could wait.
And it did wait. It wasn’t too bad, and I really did need to get ready. But as I was finishing up my makeup, I couldn’t help but start squirming again. My overworked bladder didn’t have nearly as much constitution as it had earlier this morning. It was weak and tired, and needed help from my legs. Haha. But as I stood there, squirming, I crossed my legs and leaned forward, moaning slightly as I finished my makeup. I ended up looking myself in the eye in the mirror, desperation written on my face and body once again, I the privacy of my own bathroom. The look on my face, my hunched over posture, my crossed legs, I took it all in out of curiosity, realizing that this is what the passengers on the plane were ogling at. I allowed myself to squirm again, recrossing my legs and stepping lightly in place. A side profile of my ass looked pretty appealing, I had to say. I recalled that faint feeling of arousal I had, similar to what I was feeling at that moment, watching myself squirm with need. I blushed, again feeling that mix of shame and excitement, but now in private, I allowed myself to feel the excitement just a little bit more. There was something exciting about this, I had to admit. But admitting it was as far as I got that day. I had places to be.
No, I didn’t pee myself again. That was a terrible experience, on that plane, and although it turned into something good eventually, it would be some time before I revisited those feelings of arousal again. But not too long. Hopefully I can tell you about it sometime, it’s cool to know I’m not alone here 🙂
- Anabel
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Interlude: I apologize for the wait here folks. I’ve been working overtime back the office revising our new corporate policies for 2020. We recently acquired several smaller firms, and DMG Bot has been working overtime to get all the new firms on board. Integration is an ugly business; lot's a meetings, lots of travelling. But it’s all for the best in the end! They’re a great group of people, and I’m excited to start this new chapter at DMG Analytics!
Lol. You don’t give a shit about that. And that’s okay. It’s not like everyone's getting a free car! I hope you all enjoyed these stories. Personally, it’s refreshing to me to know that there’s other people out there that have had experiences and are willing to share them. It’s even more refreshing to see them knowing they’re not alone either. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s super cool. That’s why we’re all here, right? 7.82 billion people, and 7.82 billion stories; individual lives lived just as vividly as our own, that we might appear once in. It's easy to feel alone in a crowd like that, but if you've gotten anything out of this, it's that it's still a smaller world than we ever could have thought. And that's pretty cool.
I have a proposition for you all. Because of the wealth of data that has been compiled up to this point, and so many different factors and denominators to consider, I thought I would leave the choice up to you guys for the next sample. Having already done my due diligence, I have several samples already prepared, in part. The samples are based on location, where the incident occurred. I figured this would shed some light into how many incidents occur in a given environment, but the various reasons why the occur. It seemed to me that these would be effective parameters to analyze the data, but there are many other factors that play into filtering the date, so there’s various ways of breaking it all down.
Incidents:
Home
Incidents that have occurred specifically at a residential or personal dwelling. Perhaps there’s a lot of roommates, and a long line to the bathroom. Maybe there’s a house party. Whatever it was, for whatever reason, it happened at someone’s residence.
Work
Incidents that have occurred on the job. This could be a restaurant, could be a call center, could be anything. There’s a lot of incidents that have happened at work. Just about every occupation actually. Something to keep in mind.
School
The classic “accident at school” scenario. There’s a lot of janitors across the country that had their work cut out for them, for a number of reasons. Maybe it’s a pep rally, or maybe it’s a test. Maybe it’s a sorority booth during rush week. Use your imagination.
Entertainment
The “out on the town,” incidents. A crowded bar means a crowded bathroom line. Or maybe it’s karaoke night, and the bathroom is on the other side of the building. Maybe it’s a movie that someone couldn’t pull themselves away from, or maybe it’s a game of pool with money on the line.
Other
In addition to location based filtering, I can also have DMG Bot sort based on other factors, or even further refine the results. Perhaps it’s based on a particular set of circumstances, or even intent. Yes, I can determine whether or not someone wanted to have an accident. I’m not sure why that would interest you (hint hint), but that is an option that is available. If it’s not here, I can still find it.
So there you have it everyone, that’s the breakdown! Where we go from here is up to you. Hasta luego!
- D.M.G. |
Chapter 1
My hands lay limp at my sides pulled down by the burdensome weight of my bow. The weapon I knew so well was now independent of me; something I never expected to encounter. I dragged my feet weakly across the cracked pavement which was getting filled with water from the pouring rain. I felt like even my coat might not defend me from this weather, but it held on for now. The moon was clouded by the storm leaving the sky pitch black. A weak light flickered from the window of one of the many abandoned or collapsed houses that stood beside the road. That's where I was heading. It was my home, if you could call it that. I stepped on the crooked porch of the dying structure, afraid once again that it might break from under my feet. This once lively neighborhood was left to level with the earth by humanity, as all things eventually are, and I was rotting with it. I got inside where the roof struggled to protect me from the rain, but luckily there weren't any leaks where I slept. My sleeping bag was spared.
The house was kind of cozy, more than it was before, but that was probably a result of me adapting. It was a single room cottage with a kitchen crammed forcefully against a part of the wall which was extruded outward shaping the room into an "L". An old chipped dining table stood beside the kitchen leaving little room for freedom. The table was marked with burns and scratches, signs of age. 1 chair accompanied the table. The other two fed the fire a few days ago when things weren't so well. Lastly, I had a corner for myself right near the fireplace where I settled with my sleeping bag. And yes, there was a fireplace in case you doubted yourself when you read that. Not everything was as bad.
I set my bow down right beside where I slept and placed my empty quiver next to it. I always slept with my weapon. I had to. The storage cabinet disappointed me with a can of expired salmon. It was the last thing in there. Not even a piece of bread remained. Looks like Salmon was all I would be having for dinner tonight. I ate it, with the usual extreme satisfaction after having starved all day, and doubted the accuracy of expiration dates. The empty can went into my metal scrap box which I melt down every week into metal blocks to use for weapons later. People on the move are sometimes in urgent need of a sharp object regardless of quality, so I provide. There was a small town 15 miles south. It was a relatively popular travelling checkpoint for those taking the trip from the Capital down to the border, so a few coins fell in my pocket occasionally. Tomorrow however, I would have to skip my usual weekly trip. Something had happened today. Something that would bind me to my torn up shack for the next few days. I barely carried by bow back home. That's how weak I was. And my wound, well, it wasn't getting any better.
It was dark, so I couldn't really blame myself. They had night vision optics and way stronger weapons than me. Even during the day my skills likely wouldn't bring me a successful outcome against them. I checked my side again, noticing that my shirt, which I had tied as a bandage, became redder with blood. What sparked a minor panic in me however was the unnatural color of that blood. It was strangely dark and almost sickly. Poison. I hadn't suspected it, but now it made sense. That's why everything felt so much heavier when I was walking. It was wearing me down. My body was devoting all of its attention to the new and unknown threat, unfortunately with little success. I had no money, and my last can of food just went down into my stomach. A doctor was not on my empty list of options, and my mind was so blurred that I had nothing else to add to it. I just hoped that sleep would mend me sufficiently by tomorrow that I could make a rational decision. I blew out the candle flame which danced at the entrance, leaving only the dim embers of the fireplace as a source of heat and light. I got down onto the hard floor and crawled under my thick warm sheep skin and closed my eyes into a blissful slumber.
5 minutes didn't pass when I found myself rudely awoken by a strange rhythmic banging on the window. The rain was pouring twice as hard now, and the fire had died entirely. I was engulfed in darkness. I grabbed for my bow instinctively but only felt the cold hard floor. It was missing, along with my quiver. My heart expressed increasing fear, and my mind urged me to hide under the covers like a frightened child, but sadly, those times were over. Now, my life depended on me, and hiding would mean giving up. I still had hope I would survive. As I tried to stand, the pain in my side amplified profoundly, sending me back down to the ground. I gasped as the glass from my window shattered suddenly. The wind immediately flew in like a torrent, sucking the warmth from my home. It was cold, dark, and wet. I tried to stand up again, this time with more success, and then I heard a voice. Its ghastly whispering was indecipherable, but chilled right through to the bone. Then it gradually got louder. My eyes darted around the room in trepidation. A strong wave of wind burst in through the window knocking down my metal candle stand. I jumped. I couldn't take the suspense any longer. Either someone was there or someone wasn't.
"Who's there!? Answer me now coward! If it is my life you seek, take it! There is no need to put on such a scene!" I shouted confidently. I was good at hiding my inner fear.
The whispering ceased. Nothing happened for the next 5 minutes. Then the wind ceased as well. I began to notice as I stood there for a while that everything around me was slowly fading; the colors, the room itself, and even the smell of wood from the fireplace. Everything was going dark.
I woke up, struggling to breathe. It was just another nightmare. I looked down at my wound to see that it had spread like a plague. The exposed flesh was crusted with a diseased black coating, which progressed through my skin. That's when I also noticed that I was laying in a puddle. I had been bleeding badly all this time, and a sizable pool of blood formed under me. I was beginning to feel dizzy and nauseous. My vision was indeed fading. The dream wasn't for nothing. I was dying, alone, with no one around me. I couldn't shout, because I was amidst desolation. I couldn't get up, because I would only collapse back down. The hope that I had kindled was blown out with the wind.
The sun's rays beamed through my broken window. It was the dawn of a new day, and ironically, the end of mine. I looked beside me where my weapon should be, but to my surprise, found it missing. The dream didn't lie about that either. Did I push it away in my sleep, or sleep walk with it somewhere? No, there was no way. I couldn't even get up. There was no possible way I could have taken it anywhere. I wasn't alone. Someone was there with me. Someone who had the opportunity to kill me but didn't take it. Perhaps I still had a chance, or perhaps they robbed me and left, in which case, there was no chance at all.
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Hey everyone. Let me know what you thought of this start. I know there was no omo in this chapter, but I hope to include it somehow eventually. I just wanted to start writing something a part from my 2 interactives so I just sat down and let my idea flow onto the page, or, webpage I suppose. Anyways, hope to hear some opinions! |
This is going to be be a long story so be warned 😉
And I would also like to apologize in case there are a few mistakes inside the story. I still struggle with the english language a bit.
Lily's cousin, Jenna, once tried a water diet to lose weight and so she decided to do it as well even if Lily never had the necessity to lose a few pounds since she's always been in top shape, the curiosity however towards this method was strong and so she tried it out. For the whole week Lily did nothing but drinking gallons and gallons of water spending half of her time in the bathroom either at her workplace or at home. Almost every day she got home from work with a bursting bladder and her two kids Sarah (5) and Matt (8) were constantly mocking her the moment she got into the house because she was an adult woman that did the pee pee dance like little children. Lily knew that adults weren't supposed to cross their legs and bounce around and she felt a bit embarassed of her childish behavior in front of the kids. She kept saying to herself "tomorrow I will control myself" but every evening the desire for relief was strong, very strong and she couldn't help but pee pee dancing all the way from the car to the toilet, while ignoring Matt's and Sarah's laughter. "Did you pee your pants mommy?", she heard outside the bathroom door on a daily basis. Sometimes they even sneaked into the bathroom to see if she really peed herself. Lily always denied it, which was true even though she always leaked a bit in her panties but never told them out of embarassment.
This went on for five days and then, the weekend came. Lily promised Sarah and Matt to spend an afternoon at the local playground. The kids were very excited and since it wasn't that far away from their home they walked all the way there.
While they were walking Lily felt a slight, harmless pressure in her crotch and that was when she realized that the next couple of hours were about to get tough. You see, over the past five days she was so used to drink a bottle of water every couple of hours that she started to do it almost unconsciously and since she was also used to always have a toilet nearby she didn't even think about the lack of bathrooms at the playground.
"I didn't drink that much, it'll be fine", she tried to convince herself. She was relaxed and as they reached the area, a bit outside of their village, the kids already started to have fun. Some of their friends were there and so were their mothers, two women, Tina and Julia, good friends of Lily.
They immediatly started talking and having a nice conversation while Lily's little pressure got bigger and bigger. The topic moved at some point on her water diet and they discussed it for a bit when Lily said: "And that twenty minute drive home from work kills me!" "Really?" , Tina asked interested. "Yeah, every evening half way through I start needing to pee and I come home bursting every time ... and then the kids make fun of me for bouncing around like a child." The women laughed. "My kid never says anything when I get home bursting for a piss, he couldn't care less about my needs", said Julia. "Lucky you", gasped Lily. "So you basically spend your days in constant need to pee?", joked Tina. Lily and Julia laughed. "Yes I do", said Lily "... I ... I actually have to pee again right now to be honest." "Really?", Tina was amused. "Well ... Yeah, but it's fine. I can hold it ... I drank water earlier because I forgot that I was supposed to come here with the kids." "You can always hide behind a bush somewhere, just in case. Haha", said Tina. Lily laughed and they kept on talking until, after a while, Julia noticed Lily was getting nervous and wiggled around a little bit. "How's your bladder, Lil?", she asked. Lily sighed: "I feel her." "You OK?" "Yeah, yeah I can hold it." "You sure?", Tina asked. "I have to ... If I can hold it every day during my drive back from ..."
Lily stopped talking as she heard Sarah calling her from the other side of the playground. She was sitting on a swing and said: "Can you push me?!" "Of course!", she shouted back even if the last thing she wanted was to stand up. She pushed herself up and she moaned almost grumpily. "Ah shit, I need a piss." Tina laughed: "You can do it Lil!" "We'll see", she joked.
As she reached Sarah she slowly started to push the swing. The constant movement made her bladder jiggle which, of course, wasn't helpful. She tried the best to not show any signs of desperation until her mind started drifting and without realizing she pushed her fingers against her crotch for just a brief moment. As she realized it she removed her hand and put it into her pants' pocket, she looked around to see if somebody noticed. All of the kids were distracted, only Lily's girlfriends were looking at her kind of amused. "I gotta pee!", she mentioned to them by just moving her lips. After a while Sarah decided that she had spent enough time on the swing and went to join her brother. Lily was relieved she could finally sit down again.
"God, I'm about to wet myself", she whispered to her friends. "Why don't you go quickly behind those trees?" Julia asked. On the other side of the path that went along the playground there was a tini bit of forest with a few trees, enough to hide Lily's privates in case she decided to take a leak there. But she said, still whispering: "No! With all of the people that keep hiking along the way ... And all of the children here! You crazy?" "Alright", Julia giggled "you think you can hold it until you get back home?" "I have to." The women laughed a little as Lily felt a sudden spasm between her legs. She bended over, one hand in her crotch and moaned slighlty, Matt noticed that from the distance and yelled out loud: "Do you need to pee mommy?" Lily's friends started giggling. "No, I'm fine!", she said slightly embarassed. "I'm gonna die", she whispered again. "Julia, can you give me your coat please?" Julia was confused, she grabbed her coat and gave it to Lily. "Thanks", she whispered. Lily placed it over her lap and hid her hands underneath it so that she could unzip her pants and hold her crotch secretly. Both of her friends were looking down at her in curiosity. Tina moved closer to her and asked: "Are you seriously holding your pussy right now?" Julia added: "God, you really need to go." "You would probably do the same if you needed to pee as much as I do now" said Lily without sharing eye contact with them. She looked at her kids laughing and having fun just hoping that one of them got tired and wanted to go home. But it didn't happen. Time was passing and Lily kept having converations with her friends to distract her from the now urgent need. Julia noticed that at some point she stopped talking to them and was just wiggling back and forth with the need to pee written all over her face. She gently layed her hand on Lilys thigh and giggled: "Lil, is everything alright?" "I really gotta go", she laughed nervously. Julia continued: "Why don't you just pee through the bench?" "What?!", Lily looked at her a bit shocked. "Look, let's do it like this. You hide your whole lap with my coat, then you pull down your pants a little, I place my purse behind you so that oncoming people won't be able to see your butt and then you just let go!" "That's perfect", said Tina then she added: "I can also give you my coat to place in front of your legs so that the kids won't see your pee flowing through." Julia continued: "And then we're going to talk and laugh very loud so that nobody's gonna hear your pee splashing on the ground." Obviously Tina and Julia where joking but as they both laughed out loud Lily began to take that idea in consideration. "We could do that", she said half-serious. Julia stopped laughing and a bit worried she asked: "Wait you're really thinking about it?" Lily didn't know what to say. Tina got anxious: "Lily, if you really need to pee so bad you have to go somewhere." She looked down at Lily's legs that were crossed and squeezed together tight. "Listen", Tina said "I kinda have have to pee as well." Lily looked at her surprised and asked: "Really?" "Well yeah, not as much as you do, but I wouldn't mind having a nice little piss right now. So I suggest that we both now get up and go over there and go pee behind one of those trees. You go first, obviously, and in the meantime I make sure nobody is looking while you are taking the most beautiful piss of your life. Alright?" "I don't know", said Lily. Tina got a bit frustrated: "Lily, if you don't go you will wet your pants in the next few minutes ... In front of our kids!" Lily said nothing because she knew Tina was right. "Come on", said Tina "let's go pee." She grabbed Lily's arm and helped her get up. She had trouble standing up without losing control. Julia noticed that and said: "You better empty that bladder as quick as you can, Lil." In the distance Sarah noticed her mother was standing up and yelled: "Are we going home mommy?" "You wanna go home, honey?" "Yes!", Sarah said. "Ok ... Matt?! Do you want to go home as well?", Lily yelled across the playground. She kept holding the coat in her hand with which she hid her other hand still pressed against her crotch.
Julia behind her on the bench couldn't keep her eyes off Lily's tightly crossed legs shaking back and forth quickly and she kept staring at that one hand that was still clenched between those thighs fighting against the pressure. Julia was worried, she had never seen her friend so desperate before.
"Uuum, yeah!", said Matt eventually. "Alright, let's go!", yelled Lily at her kids while pretending everything's fine. She turned around layed the coat on the bench and whispered: "Thank god!" "And what are you going to do now?", asked Julia. Lily, still bended over the bench with crossed legs, said: "I have to find something along the path. I seriously can't hold it anymore." "You sure you don't want to go behind a tree now real quick?", said Tina silently. Julia started teasing Tina: "Seems like you're desperate as well. Haha" "Yeah, I was already looking forward to have a nice pee behind Lily ... By the way, don't make fun of me I am sure you are about to piss yourself as well." Julia replied: "Well, I wouldn't mind a little relief behind a tree either." "Please shut up!", said Lily as she took her purse "Don't make me think about peeing." Tina laughed: "Alright." The kids finally reached her mother. Lily turned around and stood upstraight immediately while trying to hide the pain of the pressure inside her. "Ok kids say bye bye to everyone!" , she said while moving away quickly from everybody and dragging her kids with her. She was in a rush. Julia, Tina and their children both waved them goodbye. Lily and the kids left the playground and very quickly started to walk along the path. Every step Lily made was horrible. She felt the urine's pressure against her bladder and the gravel on the ground made it even worse. She couldn't talk to her children anymore since she was way to focused on not wetting herself right in front of them. Sarah and Matt didn't really seem to notice their mothers need until Lily slipped on a tini rock and grabbed once again her crotch to not lose it. "Aah" she moaned desperately. Matt saw her hand deep within her thighs and asked: "Do you need to pee again mom?" A wave of ebarassment overcame Lily. Her first thought was to deny it again but there was no point in doing so anymore. "Yes, mommy needs to go potty very bad. So we have to get home quickly." Lily took the decision to not pee outside probably even in front of her kids because for her that would have been to humiliating. Sarah and Matt started to move faster since her mother told them so. Lily kept her hand between her thighs, she didn't care anymore. She had to pee, bad. Sarah began to giggle and asked: "Are you doing the pee pee dance?" Lily, exhausted: "Yes, I am doing the pee dance because I need to pee like a little girl." All of a sudden she stopped. A spasm. Lily bended over, crossed her legs and moaned, all in front of her children. "Do you pee your pants mommy?" , asked her daughter. "No, mommy just needs a little break because otherwise all of the pee is coming out." "Do you want to pee here?" asked Sarah again. "No, here ... Aaaargh", another spasm. A few spurts came out of her, hoping that the kids wouldn't notice she pulled herself together and they kept on walking fast towards home and towards a toilet that Lily couldn't stop thinking about. It was evening and lucky for her the path was empty. "Mommy!" , said Sarah all of a sudden. "What?!", Lily was nervous. "My shoe is untied." Without stopping Lily looked down at her daughters shoe and saw how her shoelaces where flying around. The last thing she wanted to do now was to stop and tie her shoes but her motherly instincts knew that if she kept walking at that speed Sarah might trip and get hurt. Lily kept walking. "Mommy!", Sarah yelled. "Argh", Lily stopped and got down on one knee in front of the child. She squeezed her thighs together as tight as she could and started to tie her shoe. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't hold still. Matt next to her kept watching her, he couldn't believe that a grown up woman had to pee so bad. "Aaah", she moaned desperate. "You ok?", Sarah asked. "No, I have to pee very very very bad, honey!" The intense desire of taking a pee overcame her and in that moment a strong gush of urine exploded out of her. Matt was shocked as he saw the little stream coming out of her pants. She immediately stopped tying Sarah's shoes and moved her hands back to her to stop the oncoming flow. Sarah heard the splashes and asked: "Did you pee your pants?" Lily didn't listen to her. She stopped the urine but shortly after another spurt shot out of her, splashing once again on the ground. Lily panicked, she felt the urine on her hands and knew immediately that this was it. "The pee, the pee is coming out!", she said desperately to her kids as she immediately started to unzip her pants as another spurt came out of her. She couldn't stop it. Lily pulled her pants down a bit to late and then the pee just shot out of her like a wonderful fountain. Sarah took a few steps back so that her shoes won't get hit by her mothers urine powerful pee stream. "Aaaah", Lily moaned silently, followed by a strong hissing sound and the intense splashes on the graveled ground. Her kids all around her were stunned and just looked at their mother's visble stream that just created the biggest pee puddle they've ever seen. Lily knew that they where staring down there but the relief that just got over her overshadowed everything. The urine was flowing and flowing. "This is a long pee", Matt said amused. "Yes", you could hear the relief in Lilys voice: "mommy had a lot of pee inside her." Then she gasped of exhaustion. "You are making a lake mommy." Sarah laughed. She looked down and only now Lily realized how much she actually peed. A massive puddle was underneath her and about to flow in Matt's direction who also looked at it with a bit of disbelief.
The last drops dribbled out of Lily and without standing up she dragged her pants back on so that the kids wouldn't see her vagina. It was already embarassing enough that they saw her pissing in front of them. Lily drew herself up and felt lighter than ever. "Oh my god", she said "I feel like a feather." Sarah, still in front of her, started to laugh again. "What?" "You peed in your pants". Lily's face turned red, she forgot about the spurts at the beginning. She looked at her crotch and saw a little wet patch which turned out to be bigger as she moved her hand on her butt and felt the wettness. "Even a grown up pees in her pants sometimes." She turned to Matt who was still a bit stunned by wat just happened. He saw his mother pee before but never like this. "You ok?" Lily asked. He nodded. "Look at the big lake I made.", she decided to embrace her embarassment hoping that it would make the situation less awkward. "You could swim in it", joked Sarah as she was about to touch the pee puddle with her shoe. "No!", said Lily and pulled her foot away. Her shoelace wasn't tied properly. Lily laughed a bit about her incapacity to act properly while desperate. She redid the knot, took Sarah and Matt by the hand and walked away, until Lily realized that she was holding her children with hands that were covered in urine a few minutes before. She let go without telling anyone and they walked back home without a worry in the world. |
Before I begin the story, here's a couple of things.
It has been ages since I last posted on here. My last post was 3 years ago and it turned into an unfinished story. Unfortunately, most of what I worked on in the past turned into unfinished stories. Creatively, this is typically because I tend to bite off more than I can chew, so to speak. I come up with grand ideas for longer stories and when my creative steam runs out on them or I come up with other ideas, I have a tendency to abandon projects. I wanted to apologize first and foremost to any of you who might remember my content from 3 years ago and were let down by the abandonment of one of those stories. I realize this is a less formal environment and stories winding up unfinished is not necessarily an uncommon or unforgivable act. However, as a creative mind and as an author, I feel personally responsible for the ideas and content I post, and when I set up an expectation to deliver on that content and fail, I feel responsible and I am taking responsibility by apologizing.
I realize everything I just said is only going to be relevant to people who remember me from my posts 3 years ago, so to tie this directly to this story and others I may post it in the future, I will mostly be focusing on keeping a short story format with what I post, at least until I can be assured that the time and motivation I have will allow me to post longer stories. In specific, this story is a two-parter, and I will post the second part as soon as I'm done writing and finalizing it.
[SECONDLY AND MOST IMPORTANT!]
Even if you skipped all that preamble, or it's not really relevant to you, I wanted to NOTE/WARN everyone beforehand that this story contains WEIRD BIOLOGY. Namely, it involves a Slime Girl with separate biology that works differently from humans. I explain this in the story, but essentially the way a slime girl's body processes and filters waste is different. TECHNICALLY the slime girl in this story does not have to "pee" in the sense that urine has built up in her body, and in fact doesn't even have a real bladder (though what is essentially a bladder forms when she's about to/desperately needs to relieve herself of liquid waste/excess liquid). It's essentially a distinct biological process that is, at the same time, physically and mentally analogous to having to pee. She still refers to it as having to pee and she still experiences typical signs of desperation (i.e. leg crossing, squirming, grabbing herself, etc). If this does not bother you, great! Enjoy the story. However if you get weirded out by these kinds of things or if unconventional biology makes you uncomfortable, I would turn back now. You have been warned.
With that out of the way, please enjoy!
Luna shifted from foot to uneasy foot as she waited by the door to her apartment for her date to come pick her up. She looked down at her dress again-- a short, flirty piece with spaghetti straps and just enough frills to look classy without looking overdone-- as well as at her pink, translucent body.
Luna was a slime girl. Not exactly a common sight, least of all in a small town like Newlake. Sure, some of the bigger cities had a higher population of monsters and supernatural creatures, especially the ones founded after their existence was revealed to the general public, but Newlake was a backwater town that had existed for decades before humans even knew creatures like Luna were anything more than myth. It still had a very humanocentric culture, and Luna often faced prejudice and discrimination growing up.
It was for that reason that she was anxious. Her date had looked past the fact that she was a slime girl, and had still agreed to go out with her. Luna’s biogel pulsed in nervous excitement as she waited for her date.
However, bubbling just underneath that sense of excitement and anxiety, was another feeling. One uncomfortable and all-to-familiar to Luna. One that made her press her legs together almost enough that her skin was about to fuse together.
Slime girls had very little in the way of organs. They had an opaque, jelly-like bundle of glands encased in a hard mineral-like substance somewhere in their bodies that could be thought of as a brain. They also had the most basic of skeletal structures, though it was completely transparent due to having the exact same refractive index of their biogel. While they serve as structural support for the slime girl to take a humanoid shape, their bones could be broken down, reformed into various shapes, and dissolved completely at will.
Outside of that, there were no organs to speak of. No kidneys to filter out waste and no bladder to hold urine. That was because such complex, specific systems weren’t needed in a creature whose body was amorphous. Their insides pulsed around, distributing nutrients evenly throughout their body, and likewise, waste was evenly distributed amidst their biogel. Both solid and liquid waste was typically condensed just before excretion, which, in modern society, generally meant using a toilet as a human would.
However, when a slime girl’s body becomes too concentrated with one type of waste or the other, or when there was some form of imbalance in their body, their body tries to correct by signaling a release, the signal of which gets stronger as time goes on.
This was what was happening to Luna. She wanted to make sure she looked her absolute best, no matter what, but she realized that she was somewhat lacking in the chest and curves department. Slime girls naturally didn’t need breasts, but Luna had mimicked her friends’ development while growing up to fit in. However, she had played it modest, and now she was regretting it.
Her date was her best friend since middle school, but it took her all of high school and into their second-year of college together for her to even say anything. One reason was because of her insecurities over being a slime, but the other reason was much more simple than that.
Her date was Alyssa, a girl who, up until recently, she was pretty sure had no interest in dating girls, let alone slime girls.
With them having been best friends, Luna couldn’t remember a time Alyssa had ever mentioned liking girls prior to a few months ago. She was always hearing about Alyssa’s boyfriends or crushes, and she figured that was the extent of it. Alyssa wasn’t into girls and Luna would wait until her crush on her best friend faded or she found someone else. That had been her plan, and had been successful up until Alyssa got drunk one night and started flirting with their very busty, definitely female bartender.
Jealousy aside, just the very thought that Luna might have a sliver of a chance with Alyssa got in her head, and her feelings came rushing back all at once. She started dropping hints and Alyssa seemed to be playing along, and then the other day, after Alyssa had a near mental-breakdown over finals and Luna comforted her, Luna confessed her feelings and Alyssa had, remarkably, agreed to go out with her.
That left Luna with one problem. Her figure. Given Alyssa’s choice of girls when flirting, it seemed she was into the busty ladies. Unfortunately, Luna’s figure was modest at best. Slime girls did have some amount of shapeshifting abilities, but she couldn’t add mass where there wasn’t any. She could sacrifice some of her height for a bigger chest, but in order to make it worth her while she’d need to make herself noticeably shorter. She could also gradually add more and more mass as she integrated more protein and nutrients from her diet, but it wasn’t an overnight affair.
That’s why Luna had resorted to the source of her current predicament.
She had oversaturated her body with external sources of fluid to temporarily boost the volume of her biogel, which helped her accomplish a bigger chest and add a little more curve to her lower half as well.
However, it also had the drawback of upsetting the balance within her body, which she was interpreting as a need to release the pent up water inside of her. A feeling that, while not biologically accurate, Luna herself recognized as needing to pee. Luna was already starting to have doubts about her idea. She was already uncomfortable and she wasn’t sure how she’d fair throughout the whole date night. However, before she could change her mind, there was a knock on her door, and Luna jumped in both surprise and excitement.
She threw open the door and, as she suspected, Alyssa was standing there waiting for her with a big grin on her face.
“You ready to hit the town, new girlfriend?” The confident, grinning blonde asked. She was wearing a black, high-cut tank top with a purple t-shirt underneath, and a black skirt with long, purple socks that left only a few inches of her thighs visible where the skirt stopped. She even had the faintest hint of a subtle, pink lipstick that made her lips pop. Luna’s eyes were immediately drawn to them as they parted in a surprised O-shape.
Luna didn’t even need to look at her date’s eyes to know exactly what they were focusing on. Her glee at her date’s shock and awe instantly quelled any regrets she had of doing this.
“You’ve certainly- I mean, you… look, I give up trying to be coy about it. You’re boobs are bigger!”
“Well,” Luna smiled, “I am a slime girl. We do have some control over these kinds of things.”
I’ll leave off the part where I had to drink a few liters of water and electrolytes to get this effect.
“Oh, that sounds fun~” Alyssa remarked playfully.
Luna would have blushed if she had blood. Instead, she glanced sheepishly to the side. She wasn’t sure if she should be mad about Alyssa having lewd thoughts about her, or happy that Alyssa was outright flirting with her. It definitely quelled some of her fears. A part of her felt that this was date was happening mostly out of Alyssa not wanting to disappoint her friend.
“Anyway, did you have anything planned, Luna?” Alyssa asked, “You were the one who asked me out, after all?”
“I d-don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Luna admitted.
“Pffft…” Alyssa snickered, placing a hand over her mouth.
Luna immediately pouted, “Hey, d-don’t make fun of me! I’m serious!”
“Wait, wait no, sorry. I’m not laughing at you,” Alyssa smiled, “You just… you said something from an old show I used to watch. It’s also a meme now. Have you seriously never seen that one? I’m sure I’ve showed you. You know, where Plankton-”
Alyssa looked over at Luna and, seeing the utterly confused expression on her face, just shook her head and waved it off.
“Nevermind, I’ll show you later. Anyway, Luckily for you, I have some plans. Turns out, that really cool anime movie I was telling you about has a showing over in Nova, so I figured we could head down there. And while we’re at it, we can check out that new sushi bar that opened up there! I hear the head chef’s a vampire from Japan and they’ve got a dullahan waitress, so no one will bat an eye at a slime girl walking in.”
“Ah, sounds good,” Luna smiled. However, suddenly a faint pressure reminded her that she was holding onto a lot more liquid than normal, and she fidgeted uncomfortably, “You said it was in Nova? Isn’t that an hour’s drive from here?”
“It’s no problem for me, I don’t mind driving us!” Alyssa smiled, “You know me, I like driving. Especially when I have good company in the seat next to me, and a good view~”
At that last part, Alyssa not-so-coverty glanced back down at Luna’s new temporary figure, and smirked.
It wasn’t like Luna could argue with that, and the date night did sound fun, but Luna wasn’t enthusiastic about having to be in a car for an hour before they even got their date night underway. Ordinarily she wouldn’t mind riding, in fact, she often found it soothing, but with her current predicament in mind, she wasn’t looking forward to all that jostling.
Still, she forced a smile and nodded, “Sounds good, then, let’s go!”
The two headed down to the parking lot where they climbed into Alyssa’s car. Since the extra liquid in her body wasn’t confined to her abdomen, sitting down didn’t heighten the physical pressure Luna was experiencing, but being in a seated position heightened her psychological urge to pee. It was likely because a sitting position was how she was most accustomed to peeing.
Alyssa turned the keys to the ignition and the car started, the vibrations instantly propagating their way through Luna’s gel-like body. Almost as an innate reaction, she could feel her body start to gather liquid in her core near her crotch in preparation for release, and she fought against it until the fluid once again dissolved back into her biogel. Vibrations traveled easier through liquids than solids, and her biogel was definitely looser due to her oversaturation.
As Alyssa drove off, Luna realized she would feel everything the car did to a heightened degree. Luna felt herself pressing her thighs together again. Once again, it wasn’t like there was any physical benefit from doing so. It was more an innate behavior she learned from growing up around humans, and it had a psychological comfort to her that eased her urge to pee ever so slightly.
“So, I wanted to apologize,” Alyssa spoke after they had gotten on their way, “For… for breaking down the other day, I mean. I’m usually so composed and these things usually don’t get to me, but I’ve been adjusting to my new position at work and with school and everything piling up and the test being such a huge percent of my grade, I just kind of lost it, you know?”
“It’s fine,” Luna smiled, both to reassure her friend, and also because she was grateful Alyssa was providing her with a distraction, “Everyone can let life get the better of them at times. You know I’m not the best with handling that kind of stuff myself.”
“I know, I just… I felt bad, so I wanted to say it. Also, I feel bad that it took something like that to get you to confess to me. I should’ve been more observant. You’ve been my friend for so long and I’ve been kind of oblivious to everything.”
“It’s not like I was really open about it,” Luna admitted, “I just… I never thought you’d see me like that, so I kind of hid it from you. It’s not like I was trying to get you to notice.”
“I guess you’re right,” Alyssa conceded, “Still, I feel really bad about it. All those times I flirted with people or talked to you about my crushes or bragged about my boyfriends… you must’ve hated it.”
“I-I didn’t really! Sure, part of me was jealous, but another part of me was just happy that you were happy. I know that probably sounds really cheesy, but I thought as long as you were enjoying yourself and having fun with the people you love, I could cheer you on in spite of my own feelings.”
Alyssa smiled, “That’s really sweet, but I want you to look after yourself too, from now on! Oof!”
Suddenly the car hit a pothole and jostled the whole car violently, sending shocks through Luna. She stifled a moan as she clenched her legs together, trying hard not to let Alyssa notice her discomfort.
“I-I will!” Luna replied, somewhat ironically. She was currently subjecting herself to an uncomfortable predicament for Alyssa’s sake, and was seriously rethinking things. There was no way she was going to make it through the night like this. She already had to go and it would only get worse as time went on.
“But… if I go to the bathroom, I’ll lose my current figure, and Alyssa will notice. I’d have to explain to her what happened. That’d be so embarrassing!”
Luna sighed. Of course she had tried to gain Alyssa’s attention with her bigger bust, but at the same time, because Alyssa had taken immediate notice of it, backing down now wasn’t an option.
“It’ll just be for one night. I’ll make a good first impression on our date, then go back to normal. I can even build up my current form naturally over time so I won’t have to oversaturate myself just to look like this.”
Her discomfort faded as she pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, resolved to make it through the night and enjoy her first date with Alyssa.
Luckily, the rest of the hour-long car ride had been relatively uneventful, and Alyssa had come up with enough conversation topics to distract Luna from her situation. However, due to the length, Luna was now seriously desperate. Far from a nagging at the back of her mind, the slime girl’s mind was yelling at her to give up and let go. Still, despite her urges and the uncomfortable feeling within her, she tried her best to show no outward signs to Alyssa that anything was amiss.
They finally pulled into a parking garage and Alyssa was the first to hop out of the car. She stretched energetically and smiled as she went around the car to open Luna’s door for her.
“Alright, let’s go get the sushi first! The movie’s not for another hour and I’m starving!” Alyssa beamed as she outstretched a hand to help Luna up. Luna grabbed it and pulled herself to her feet, which sent a surge of desperation through her body. She squeaked and stumbled, feeling Alyssa catch her before she fell. The jostle when she was stopped suddenly didn’t help either, and Luna once again felt her body force the extra liquid to gather in her abdomen, desperate to be released through her crotch.
“Hey, you okay?” Alyssa asked.
Luna forced herself to stand, still feeling the liquid pooled in her abdomen, ready for release. She held it back and forced what she hoped was a convincing smile.
“I’m fine, sorry! I was just sitting for so long,” Luna played it off.
Alyssa nodded, “Yeah, it was a long drive, but we’re finally here! Let’s go get some sushi!”
Luna nodded, trying to be enthusiastic despite herself, “Yes, let’s!”
The walk to the sushi restaurant was torturous. The liquid in her abdomen refused to be absorbed back into her biogel, and the pressure it was putting on her to let it flow out freely was immense. She had fallen behind Alyssa in a vain hope that her blonde girlfriend wouldn’t notice. She walked carefully, with her thighs pressed together and a hand balling at the fabric of her dress.
Upon reaching the restaurant, Luna’s resolve was seriously faltering. They’d be watching a movie in an hour, and it was probably at least a few hours long. There was no way she’d be able to contain all this extra liquid inside her that long, especially since she was already this desperate.
Luna was seriously tempted to just rush to the bathroom and explain everything to Alyssa, embarrassment be damned. It’d be far more embarrassing if she wet herself on their date.
“Then again, if I come clean now, she’ll probably be mad. I mean, I know she’s not shallow, but she’d be upset that I put myself through this. But then again, if I wind up wetting myself, I’d have to explain it anyway…”
Luna shook her head. There was no way she could hold it the whole night. She’d just have to go to the bathroom and think of what to tell Alyssa later.
As the two entered the restaurant, they were immediately silently greeted by a girl in a gothic lolita outfit. Or most of a girl. Her head was completely missing, with bandage covering the top of the neck, and Luna nearly screamed and wet herself out of fear before remembering that Alyssa had told her a dullahan worked here. Still, it was weird to see a dullahan without her head.
“Hello, welcome to MonSushi Express!” A cheery voice sounded, matching the movements of the dullahan’s body, “I’m down here, by the way!”
The two looked down at the girl’s waist and, sure enough, the dullahan’s severed head was fastened to the waist of the skirt with some kind of harness.
“Normally dullahan carry their heads around with them, but as a waitress, I need both hands free,” she explained without prompting, “I apologize if my appearance is shocking or bothersome!”
“It’s no problem!” Alyssa smiled, “As you can see, my girlfriend here’s a slime girl!”
Luna blubbered in embarrassment at hearing Alyssa call her “girlfriend”, but nodded at the dullahan silently.
“Ah, so I’m assuming a party of two?” the waitress asked, “Would you like a table, booth, or to sit at the sushi bar?”
“We’ll take a booth!” Alyssa smiled.
“Certainly! Right this way!”
As the two were ushered into the restaurant, Luna noticed two things. One was that she didn’t see any visible restroom signs, or any obvious places where they might be. The second was that, as the dullahan lead them into the restaurant, she herself seemed to have a bit of an awkward gait. Looking down at the dullahan’s head, Luna noticed a noticeable sheen of sweat on her forehead and an uncomfortable expression that seemed to worsen as they passed by another waitress refilling a diner’s drink.
“Have a seat right here!” the dullahan spoke cheerfully, placing two menus on the table. As Luna sat down, a surge of desperation hit her, and it took everything in her power not to show it. At the same time, she noticed the dullahan waitress was having trouble standing still, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited for them to take their seats. Maybe it was because Luna was madly desperate to pee at this point, so she was framing all their waitress’s actions through that frame of mind, but she was sure the dullahan was also in need of the restroom.
“May I get you two started with a drink?” she asked, pulling out her notepad.
“I’ll take a Coke,” Alyssa replied almost instantly.
The dullahan turned to Luna, waiting for her answer. The last thing Luna wanted right now was more liquids, but not ordering a drink would signal to Alyssa that something was wrong.
“I’ll take a water, please,” Luna replied, smiling.
“Certainly!” the dullahan smiled at the two of them, “I’ll be right back with your drinks!”
As she headed off, Luna could swear she saw her place a hand uncomfortably on her abdomen.
Speaking of which, Luna herself desperately needed to use the bathroom. She looked around the restaurant again nervously, but still couldn’t find any signs. Now that her legs weren’t visible to Alyssa, she crossed them under the table and jammed a hand between them for good measure. She could still feel all the liquid collected in her abdomen. If she wasn't wearing her dress, the round pocket of fluid would be visible through her skin, right around where a human’s bladder would be. It would be pretty obvious she needed to pee.
“See, I told you they have a dullahan waitress!” Alyssa smiled, “Isn’t this great? You won’t have to worry about people looking at you uncomfortably throughout the meal! I can’t believe people still can’t accept supernaturals these days.”
“Yeah, I’m glad!,” Luna smiled. Back in town, most restaurants were run by and employed only humans, and a slime girl like herself would get a lot of unwanted attention. Usually when they went to Nova, though, those prejudices were less common. It was one of the reasons Luna was legitimately grateful Alyssa had chosen Nova as their first date’s setting of choice.
“Oh, we should look over the menu so we can figure out what we want before the waitress comes back!” Alyssa realized, opening the menu, “Oh, so many good choices!”
Luna looked down at the menu and skimmed over it half-heartedly, taking yet another opportunity to look around for the restrooms. There still weren’t any signs in sight, and Luna was getting worried.
“The waitress looked like she had to go too. What if there aren’t any bathrooms here? No, that’s ridiculous. They wouldn’t open a restaurant in a building with no bathrooms. I’m pretty sure that isn’t allowed. Oh, but what if they’re out of order? No no, still, I should ask… But what do I do if she says they are out of order?”
The waitress came back a few minutes later with their drinks, setting each down in front of them. The very sight of water made Luna’s body remind her of her need.
“Phew, here you two go! Sorry it took so long, we’re pretty swamped tonight! I haven’t even had a chance to take my break yet!” the dullahan noted. She shifted on her legs uncomfortably, and that all but confirmed her predicament for Luna.
“Anyway, are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few minutes?”
“I’m ready,” Alyssa answered, glancing over at Luna, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Luna nodded. She really wanted to ask the waitress where the restrooms were, but after the dullahan confessed she hadn’t had the chance to go to the bathroom, the slime girl felt that asking would be insensitive.
“I’ll ask when she comes back with our food, that way I’m not asking for the bathroom right after she hinted that she needed to go too.”
“Anyway, what will you have?”
Luna looked up and noticed the dullahan was looking at her expectantly. Alyssa had already ordered while she was lost in thought.
“Oh, I’ll take the spicy tuna and the Nova special,” Luna replied, recalling the two things her brain had noticed on the menu.
“Alright. And will that be it for you two? Did you want to add a dessert or anything?”
“No, I think we’re good,” Alyssa smiled, “We’re going to catch a movie after this, so we probably won’t have time.”
“Oh, sounds exciting!” the dullahan smiled, “I’ll put in a special order for the chef, have him expedite the order so you two don’t miss your movie on our watch!”
“Thank you, that’d be great!” Alyssa smiled.
“Yes, thank you,” Luna added.
The dullahan waitress hobbled off, her legs clearly pressed together and her body clearly stiff and uncomfortable. As Luna watched her head off, she felt a pang of empathy ring out from her own abdomen, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Man, I really feel that with the no break thing,” Alyssa sighed, “Remember last Thursday when I complained that Jason called out for work again so I was stuck with a double-shift? Well, our shifts overlapped, so there was a whole hour where I was working the registers alone at like, the busiest time of the day. It was awful.”
“Oh yeah, you were really upset that day, I remember you telling me,” Luna recalled.
“Man, I was pissed. Our manager was in the back for a “phone meeting” so I was the only one watching both registers and like, halfway through I had to pee but when I tried to buzz my manager to get help she didn’t respond and I couldn’t just leave the registers unattended so I had to hold it the whole freaking time, and then even when Kaitlyn came in the store was so busy I didn’t want to leave the poor girl alone at the registers because she’s only been there for like, three weeks. I nearly pissed myself but the manager finally came out and it slowed down so I was able to go.”
Luna nodded, listening to Alyssa’s story. She was trying to be a good friend. Trying to be a good girlfriend, even, but Alyssa talking about needing to pee only reminded her of her own needs. The slime girl shifted in her seat and jammed her hand further between her legs under the table. She was so desperate it wasn’t funny and she sincerely hoped the waitress would come back so she could ask her where the bathroom was.
“I swear, next time that happens, I’m literally just locking down the registers and hoping for the best. I’m not gonna piss myself just to help a couple customers. It’s my manager’s fault for not scheduling more than two people on the afternoon shift when it gets busy as hell. And Jason should just be fired already. He’s called out like, five times in the past year, and all of them are bullshit excuses… I’m sorry, I’m going on a total rant.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine,” Luna smiled, “I know how stressed out your job can be sometimes. I’m sorry they don’t really treat you right there.”
“It’s not all bad, just sometimes we’re understaffed,” Alyssa admitted.
“A-alright, here you two go!”
The dullahan came hobbling back, carrying two large plates with their sushi orders arranged on them decoratively. She was definitely struggling by this point, her forehead beaded with sweat as she struggled to walk somewhat normally. Luna bet she wanted nothing more than to jam both hands between her legs and hobble off to the bathroom. Part of the slime girl really wished she would. At least she could follow the dullahan’s path and find the bathroom without having to ask.
“Enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else!”
The dullahan looked ready to rush off, but Luna stopped her by holding up her hand.
“Ah, before you go, could you please tell me where the restrooms are?”
Luna was a bit embarrassed asking, and felt bad when she saw the look of envy that flooded over the dullahan’s face, but the waitress forced a smile and nodded.
“It’s right over there, by the back corner! See the sign? Sorry it’s so hard to see. It’s not lit up yet because there were some wiring problems we discovered when we first opened, but we couldn’t get an electrician out until next week.”
“That’s fine, thank you!”
Luna stood up and immediately regretted it. A surge of desperation flooded through her and she nearly stumbled into the dullahan. However, she was able to regain her balance and turn around to Alyssa.
“I’ll be right back!”
Alyssa nodded.
Luna walked to the bathroom, trying to be as natural as possible. As she walked off, she saw the dullahan hobble off desperately in the opposite direction, away from relief. Luna felt bad for the girl, but her own predicament was paramount. Luna made her way to the bathroom and the second she turned into the short hallway and was sure she was out of Alyssa’s line of sight, she jammed her hands into her crotch and hobbled the rest of the way to the bathroom.
She reached for the doorknob and her heart nearly sunk when the knob wouldn’t turn. She heard someone call out “someone’s in here!” from inside and she panicked. Her knees buckled as she fought the urge to let go right here. Because she had been so sure all she had to do was wait for the waitress to come back to ask for the bathroom, her body had mentally prepared for her to relieve herself. Now that she could not, she almost wet herself merely from the expectation of getting to pee.
Luna waited at the bathroom door for what felt like an eternity, though in reality it was probably closer to minutes, and the woman inside didn’t seem inclined to leave anytime soon. She desperately fought to keep it all inside her as she waited for her chance at relief.
As she waited, she realized what would happen if she really went now. She’d have to go back to the table and explain to Alyssa that she had been holding it in to make her boobs bigger. The idea seemed reasonable, even good, when Luna first conceptualized it. Yet now she was regretting that decision. Alyssa would think that Luna thought she was shallow. It might leave a bad taste in her mouth for the rest of her date. Worse still, if the person didn’t get out of the bathroom soon, Luna would have to explain more than just why her boobs shrunk. She’d have to explain why she wet herself as well.
Luna didn’t want to have to explain to Alyssa either of those things.
Luna was about to collapse onto the ground in the effort of holding it all in when finally she heard the sound of the toilet flushing behind the door. The sound was almost enough to make her wet herself, but somehow she managed to hold it all in. Even through the sound of the woman washing her hands in the sink, Luna held herself and managed to contain all the liquid she had pent up inside her. She wasn’t sure how, but she was still dry when the woman opened the door in front of her.
It took all of Luna’s self-control to avoid barging in and shoving the woman out of the bathroom so she could finally have relief. She forced herself to stand upright and somewhat presentably as the woman exited the bathroom and entered in after her.
As soon as the door was closed, Luna had scant seconds to pull down her panties and sit herself down onto the seat before the floodgates opened. All the water, which had built up inside her and collected waste products from her biogel, flowed out in a green stream at full force into the toilet bowl. The relief she felt in that moment was so blissful she almost forgot why she had been so desperate in the first place.
Luna felt her boobs shrink as her body returned to its normal shape. Before they were pressing out noticeably against the fabric of her dress, but now the fabric was relaxed. It wasn’t like she didn’t have any chest, but it was definitely a noticeable difference.
As Luna continued to relieve herself, she heard someone jiggle the doorknob to the bathroom and panicked knocking.
“Oh, please, please hurry up!”
It was the dullahan’s voice. Apparently she had gotten her break after all, but now Luna was occupying the only bathroom. It was a small restaurant, so Luna wasn’t surprised they only had one set of bathrooms.
Luna finished up and the dullahan waitress once again knocked on the door frantically.
“Please tell me you’re done in there, I’m about to wet myself!”
Luna didn’t answer, instead pulling up her panties, adjusting her dress, and flushing. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was definitely noticeable something had changed. Not only were her boobs smaller, but because they had been bigger, the dress had been noticeably stretched out and wrinkled to accommodate the bigger size. Now that they were normal again, her dress made her chest look almost deflated.
“I look like a wreck… what am I gonna tell Alyssa? What if she winds up hating me for it…”
Now that Luna had relieved herself, the utter desperation and just wanting to pee was replaced with dread at facing the predicament she had placed herself in. Luna went over to the sink and started washing her hands, earning her an audible moan of desperation outside the door. As the water ran over her biogel, Luna thought of something else.
She had held it in for a while, and it had taken a few hours for the excess water in her body to be processed before it needed to be excreted. It wasn’t like she had just drank a bunch of water earlier and suddenly had to pee. It took her body time to notice imbalances in her biogel. If she were to absorb a bunch of water here in the bathroom, she could regain her busty form, and it would reasonably take a few hours for her to start feeling it again. That would give her enough time to get through the dinner and most of the movie, and even if she had to hold it at the tail end of the date as well, she held it over the entire hour-long drive and then some.
She wasn’t looking forward to having to hold it again, let alone ever getting that desperate, but at least she could keep the facade up for a bit longer. Next time she saw Alyssa, she could say that she did something special for their first date and it would take her a bit to build up to that figure for longer than a few hours.
“It’s a lot better than having to face the truth. I can do this! It’s not like I don’t have at least a few hours before having to pee again!”
Luna began soaking up the water flowing from the bathroom sink. She could drink it, of course, but she could just as easily absorb it through her skin. It was way easier to hold her hands near the faucet, even if it would take a bit longer.
“Please hurry up! I can’t hold it!”
The dullahan banged on the door outside, desperation clear in her voice. Luna felt bad, but she needed to regain her busty form for the rest of her date with Alyssa. She’d only be a few minutes more anyway.
As she stood in the mirror, Luna saw her boobs expand slowly back out to fill her dress properly. She stopped a little short of where they were last time. She didn’t think Alyssa would notice, and the less water she used, the longer she had before having to pee again.
She turned the water off and headed over to the door. She barely had enough time to turn the handle before the door burst open and the dullahan rushed in.
“Sorry, I’m practically wetting myself already! Get out of the way!”
The dullahan rushed over to the toilet without even closing the door and struggled with her elaborate outfit. She was wearing a frilly dress with leggings and a petticoat as part of her gothic lolita style. The waitress danced around desperately as she balled up large parts of her outfit, trying to reach her leggings and panties to take them off. She moaned and gasped as a solid spurt leaked out between her legs and hit the bathroom floor with a loud patter.
“Oh no no no! Please, just a few seconds longer!” The dullahan begged her body, trying to contain herself long enough to get her clothes off so she could pee.
She struggled with her clothes for a few more seconds before another spurt escaped. She jammed her hands between her legs for a frantic moment, then realized that would just spread the flood around if she did burst. She tore her hands out from between her legs, spread them, and cursed as she tore her leggings at the crotch and moved her panties out of the way. She let out another substantial spurt onto the floor as she hobbled to the toilet and plopped herself onto it the wrong way around, practically hugging the water tank as she finally let go full force into the toilet. The sound was a powerful hissing, like a pressure washer, louder than Luna’s own flow had been. It was clear the dullahan had been holding it for hours.
She let out an almost orgasmic moan before her head shifted in the harness that strapped it to her waist and she noticed that Luna was still standing there, staring wide-eyed at her, as she hadn’t had the opportunity to leave the bathroom yet. Her face lit up like a christmas tree and Luna could hear her flow stop for a split second as though she was trying to hold it until Luna had a chance to leave.
Luna opened the bathroom door and barely had a chance to close it before she could hear the dullahan waitress let out another moan and start peeing again at full-force. Luna was acutely aware of how close she came to what just happened to the dullahan. Her hand went to her abdomen subconsciously as she recalled how much pressure had built up inside her.
For now, though, she was feeling much better, and she still had the fruits of her efforts, so to speak. She might wind up having to pee again later, but for now she made her way back to Alyssa with a full chest and an empty bladder, ready to approach the rest of their date night with renewed determination.
To be continued... |
Here's part 2! Sorry it took so long. I wrote it out, but I went a bit overboard and wound up writing half the fake movie's script out between theater scenes. It wound up seriously breaking up the flow of the story, so I was forced to remove most of it and replace it with really short summaries instead. If the flow in that section feels a bit weird, that's why. Anyway, this is the end of this story, but as mentioned before, I definitely plan on using this universe for future stories! In fact, I already have a story staring the Dullahan waitress in the works!
Luna returned to the table where Alyssa eagerly awaited her. It seemed like, in all the time she had been waiting, in addition to her post-pee encounter with the Dullahan waitress, Alyssa had been unable to restrain herself and had already eaten a few bites from each of her sushi orders.
“Sorry, someone was already in there, so I had to wait,” Luna apologized, sitting down.
“Oh, no worries,” Alyssa smiled, “I’m just glad they finally let the Dullahan girl go. I was starting to feel bad for her.”
Luna thought it wise not to mention that she had watched the Dullahan almost wet herself moments earlier. Instead she simply nodded and agreed, “Yeah, I’m glad she made it.”
“Anyway, now that you’re back, help yourself to the sushi!” Alyssa smiled, “It’s top-notch! I’ve been watching the chef behind the counter, and man is his knife-work impressive. I swear it’s like he can stop time or something!”
Luna glanced over at the chef behind the bar. She couldn’t get as good of a view as Alyssa, but indeed, the vampire’s hands made short work of the fish and other ingredients. The way he moved was like watching a dancer who had practiced their routine for countless hours before executing it flawlessly.
Suddenly, however, Luna felt her vision double and she suddenly grew lightheaded. A strong sense of vertigo washed over her and she had to brace herself on the table to stay upright.
“Are you okay?” Alyssa asked, concern filling her voice.
“Y-yeah, I’m just hungry is all, it’s been a while since I’ve eaten,” Luna replied.
That was a half-truth. In reality it ran deeper than that, and Luna knew it. When she had filled herself up on liquids before, she had taken care to choose a drink with plenty of electrolytes. While Slime Girls could consume far more regular water than a human before suffering adverse effects, plain water in large amounts still had some negative effects. It was lucky that Luna was about to have a meal, because otherwise not taking in any other nutrients or electrolytes to counterbalance the water she absorbed in the restroom could be dangerous.
“Well, dig in then!” Alyssa motioned to Luna’s untouched plate.
“Will do!” Luna nodded. She grabbed her chopsticks and reached for the Nova Special first.
“Oooh, that looks good!” Alyssa gushed, eyeing the roll Luna had between her chopsticks, “That’s the Nova Special, right? What’s in it, I don’t remember what the menu said it was.”
“Ah, it’s crab and white fish with cucumber, rolled and topped with spicy mayo and salmon roe,” Luna recalled. She popped it in her mouth and her eyes immediately lit up, “Ooohhh, it’s really good!”
“Yeah, the sushi here is amazing~!” Alyssa sang, “Oh, you’ve gotta try one of mine! Which one do you want?”
Luna looked over at Alyssa’s plate, “Oh, what did you order? Sorry, I was kinda busy trying to decide what I wanted.”
“I got the salmon and the spicy tempura rolls,” Alyssa answered.
“Oooh, the Tempura sounds good,” Luna replied.
“Here,” Alyssa smiled, picking up one of the tempura rolls with her chopsticks. She held it up and extended her arm across the table, “say Aaahhh~!”
“W-what?” Luna asked, eyes widening. Once again she felt grateful her biology did not allow for responses like blushing, “I-I… what are you doing?”
“I’m feeding you, silly,” Alyssa grinned, “Now come on, you’ve gotta try it!”
Luna stared blankly at Alyssa, her biogel quivered with embarrassment and self-consciousness. She glanced around nervously before quickly extending her face out and opening her mouth. Subconsciously, she closed her eyes, and she felt rather than saw Alyssa place the sushi roll on her translucent tongue. She immediately closed her mouth around it and pulled back, opening her eyes and immediately looking around to see if anyone saw her.
“There, isn’t it good?” Alyssa smiled.
“Y-yeah,” Luna nodded, “Geez, that was embarrassing.”
“Hehehe, an embarrassed Luna is a cute Luna!” Alyssa teased.
“Y-you…” Luna wanted to bury her face in her hands, but part of her was happy. Even though she was embarrassed, she was being teased by Alyssa. And on top of that, Alyssa had called her cute.
Come to think of it, that was the first bit of teasing Alyssa had engaged in since they left Luna’s house. Sure, Luna herself had been a bit preoccupied with her desperation, but Alyssa hadn’t. Perhaps she was being cautious. They had been friends for so long and were just now taking things a step further. If either of them messed it up here, a lot more was at stake than just their budding relationship.
Luna was at least relieved that Alyssa was teasing her. It showed genuine interest and made the night actually feel like a date, rather than just an outing. As Luna looked up across the table at Alyssa, who was smiling and eating her sushi happily, Luna took in a few deep breaths.
“H-here,” Luna spoke, a little more shakily than she would have preferred, “Try one of mine,”
Luna picked up one of the Nova Special rolls and held it up with her chopsticks. She extended her arms out across the table just like Alyssa had done for her.
“Aw, how sweet!” Alyssa grinned.
“S-shut up and just eat it already!” Luna replied, flustered.
With a laugh, Alyssa ate the sushi roll off of Luna’s chopsticks and beamed as she chewed it.
“Oh wow, it’s so yummy! I’m definitely ordering that next time we come here!”
Luna felt her biogel pulse with excitement and anticipation at the prospects of a next time. It wasn’t like Luna thought the date was going poorly, but hearing from her girlfriend that she wanted to go out more was reassuring. At the very least, Alyssa wasn’t just taking her out on a pity date because she felt she owed it to her.
The two ate the rest of their meal enthusiastically, chatting about a variety of topics ranging from the mundane things they had been up to updates on their hobbies, to discussion about the movie they were going to go see.
“So,” Alyssa replied, finishing off her last roll, “This movie, right? It’s basically a follow-up to that anime about the dragon knight and the princess we watched last year. The one where it ended really abruptly with no resolution. I remember you got really mad that they didn’t get together in the end.”
“Oh yeah,” Luna nodded, “I remember. I was upset because that was such a bad way to finish a story. I mean, they almost got together like, 3 times throughout the series, but then when the Ryuuji had the perfect chance to confess, Tomoko just up and disappears and we find out her father ordered her to return to the castle and that she had to be confined there with no explanation, and then the series ended. I mean, they could have at least set up for her father to be the antagonist by saying that he doesn’t want Tomoko and Ryuuji to be together anymore. I mean, it would’ve been cliche, but I thought that’s where they were going with it. But then they didn’t even show the king or make him out to be a jerk or anything, they just end the series with Ryuuji seemingly giving up.”
Luna looked across the table and noticed Alyssa smiling at her.
“You’re really cute when you get all passionate about stuff!” Alyssa teased.
“S-sorry, I went on a rant again,” Luna looked down, embarrassed.
“No, it’s fine, I love your rants. And you’re right! I was so mad at the anime too, but then they announced the movie so I was like, ‘okay, maybe they can give it a satisfying conclusion’.”
Luna was about to agree, but then the Dullahan waitress came by and stopped at their table.
“Are you two ready for your check?” she asked with a smile. Still, her face was bright red, and she was very obviously trying hard not to look Luna in the eyes. Luna also noticed that she was no longer wearing her leggings.
“Sure,” Alyssa nodded.
“Excellent, I’ll be right back!”
The Dullahan rushed off quickly, likely to avoid being in Luna’s presence for too long. Luna hoped that, when they came back here, the Dullahan wouldn’t act this awkward around her every time.
“Psst,” Alyssa grinned, glancing back to where the waitress rushed off to, “Do you think she took off her leggings because she wet them a little?”
Luna looked up at Alyssa in surprise, “W-what?”
“Oh come on, she was obviously desperate earlier, and she took off her leggings after coming back from the bathroom,” Alyssa grinned, “Personally, I don’t think she quite made it. She might not even be wearing panties anymore!”
Luna would’ve blushed if she could. She distinctly recalled the Dullahan letting some substantial leaks out onto the bathroom floor. There was no way her panties were dry after that, and if she removed her leggings because of the tear, then maybe Alyssa was onto something.
Recalling it made Luna shudder.
Actually, it was more than recalling the memory that made her shudder. She felt the telltale signs of having to relieve herself again. It wasn’t strong, but she definitely felt a bit of discomfort welling up inside her.
“N...no way! I have to pee again already? I guess I did test my limits before, and my body must be trying to get rid of the excess liquid faster because my body’s fluid balance has been off for a while now.”
It was a discouraging feeling, especially since Luna was sure she had at least an hour before she’d start feeling it again. Having to pee would definitely dampen, no pun intended, the rest of her evening with Alyssa. Maybe she should just come clean about the whole thing and go to the bathroom again before leaving? At the very least, then she’d be able to enjoy the rest of the date, and Alyssa wouldn’t judge her too harshly for it… right?
“Sorry,” Alyssa apologized, “I shouldn’t be thinking about those kinds of things, right? I mean, you’re my girlfriend now.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine! I won’t get jealous or anything. I trust you,” Luna replied.
“Hehehe, that’s good,” Alyssa grinned, “I wouldn’t ever cheat on you anyway. You’re so cute, and with your shape-shifting, you’ve got a nice rack to boot~”
Luna paused. There it was again. Alyssa was definitely a boob girl. Luna knew there was no way she was so shallow that she’d lose interest in Luna just because of her chest size. And deep down, Luna knew that if she wanted to she could end the farce right here. She could go to the bathroom and then explain everything to her friend afterwards. In fact, that would probably be the logical thing to do.
But Luna was not thinking logically at the moment. Alyssa had just pointed out the size of her chest. She was flirting with her about it, and Luna would be lying if she said she didn’t secretly enjoy that. After years of thinking that her friend had no romantic or sexual interest in girls whatsoever, let alone her, hearing Alyssa flirting with her over her body was encouraging. There was still a part of Luna that worried her friend was doing this out of some sense of obligation. Luna knew that Alyssa treasured their friendship and would go out of her way to do anything for her, potentially even trying to date her even when she didn’t really have romantic feelings for her. Yet having Alyssa openly flirting with her quelled some of her fears.
"No, I can do this. I don’t have to go that bad right now. I’m sure I can make it through the movie just fine. The worst thing I have to worry about is the car ride home."
The waitress came back with their check, still avoiding eye-contact with Luna, and Alyssa reached for her wallet. She handed the waitress her card and the waitress ran off again.
Alyssa pulled out her phone and checked the time.
“Good, we should have enough time to make it to the theater. It’s a few blocks from here, but it’s nice out tonight,” she grinned, “You don’t mind a stroll, do you?”
“No, walking’s fine!” Luna replied smiling. In truth, she wasn’t looking forward to having to walk, but luckily her urge wasn’t bad right now. She was somewhat uncomfortable and she did want to go to the bathroom again, but if she didn’t focus on it her discomfort would recede to the back of her mind.
The waitress was back with their check relatively quickly, and Alyssa signed the receipt and left some money on the table. Luna wasn’t entirely comfortable with Alyssa paying for their entire date, but they both knew that Alyssa got paid more than Luna and worked more hours, so Alyssa had reasoned it made sense for her to pay for everything, at least for tonight.
The two got up and thanked the vampire sushi chef as they left. The vampire looked up at the two of them and nodded politely, and the dullahan waitress waved at them too, even though she still blushed at Luna.
“I can’t believe they run the whole restaurant with just the two of them,” Luna replied as they walked out. The cool air outside licked at the parts of her body that were exposed, and she felt her biogel pulse harder.
Slime girls were not fully endothermic. For the most part, they usually didn’t produce their own body heat. This was fine most of the time, as the metabolic processes and enzymes needed for them operated at a lower temperature than the ones humans used. Room temperature or even a little cooler wouldn’t affect a Slime Girl, but on a cool night like tonight, she felt her body respond to the air and begin to heat itself up.
This would, of course, increase metabolism, and increase the rate at which her biogel filtered out wastes. Luna was slightly worried her accelerated bodily processes would mean she’d get desperate faster. For now though, even though she was cold and uncomfortable, her bladder situation was manageable.
“Oh man, aren’t the stars pretty tonight?” Alyssa asked, pointing up at the night sky, “Look!”
Luna looked up and, sure enough, the stars were shining brightly in the sky. In the past, light pollution in big cities would make a view like this impossible, but Nova City and others like it did all they could to reduce light pollution. Using less harsh hues of light, directing light were it was needed, using screens and other methods to prevent excess light from bleeding into the environment, and of course, certain magical devices that could light the surrounding area while keeping outside areas dark.
“One of these days, we need to go stargazing! By our town, near the bay, there’s this boardwalk. It’s far enough away from the highway and the town that there’s no light at all there. No one really fishes there anymore either. But you go there at night, and the whole sky is filled with stars!”
“That sounds amazing,” Luna smiled, “I’d love to go there!”
Alyssa looked up at the sky and let out a melancholy sigh, something that Luna was not expecting.
“Say, Luna,” Alyssa began, “Do you… do you really like me?”
“Huh?” Luna asked, bewildered why her blonde-haired girlfriend would be asking her this all of a sudden.
“Like, do you really… love me?”
“Of… of course I do, what’s with this all of a sudden?”
“I just…” Alyssa let out another sigh, “When you confessed to me the other night, I was so shocked I didn’t really know what to say. You’d done such a good job hiding your feelings for me that I had no idea you had them, and then you confessed them all of a sudden and I got really surprised.”
“S-sorry,” Luna frowned. She had kind of suddenly blurted it out when Alyssa was vulnerable. It was kind of a bad time, but she had so many emotions pent up and Alyssa was saying such awful things about herself that Luna would’ve frankly said anything to make Alyssa stop.
“N-no, it’s fine, I was being silly, and you wanted to cheer me up. I really appreciate it,” Alyssa grinned, “But I mean to say… after you confessed, that was really the first time I ever thought about it. About us, I mean. Like, we’d been friends, but I never even considered that we could be anything more than friends. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I wanted to give it a try. I want to be more than friends with you, Luna.”
Luna looked away as she felt her biogel quiver as it pulsed faster than ever. Hearing Alyssa say that with such a genuine tone made her happy, yet Alyssa was saying all this for some reason, and Luna wasn’t sure it was a good reason.
“But tonight it’s been...” Alyssa let her voice trail off, as though she was still trying to gather her thoughts, “I mean, I guess what I’m trying to say is, tonight feels like we’re just hanging out, you know? Like, I’ve been trying to flirt with you and stuff, but we’ve just been doing what we always do. Talking about stuff we’ve always talked about. I don’t know. Is this how dating a friend just is? I’ve never dated someone I’ve known so well before. All my dating tactics are out the window.”
“I’m sorry,” Luna frowned.
“What? No, it’s not you’re fault, I’m just…”
“No, it is my fault,” Luna shook her head, “I’ve been so nervous and anxious about everything that I forgot that this is a date. It’s not just one-sided. You said it yourself earlier, you were trying to flirt with me. But I didn’t even tell you I thought your outfit was pretty. I think you look amazing.”
“Huh? Oh, no, that’s fine, I mean, I’m not used to-”
“I always look at you and think about how pretty you are and how confident you are and I always admire it, but I never say anything about it. I got so used to keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself that even now that you know I like you, I’m still just keeping things bottled up. I’m sorry. I won’t anymore.”
Luna was not normally the confident, assertive person. But she was so worried about Alyssa thinking that this was just another hangout that courage surged in her chest and she closed the gap between them. Alyssa barely had time to react in surprise when Luna’s soft, pink lips pressed themselves against her own.
Luna had her eyes squeezed shut. Her biogel was practically flowing around her body like a river. Even with the transient oxygen absorption her body carried out through her skin, Luna had to break the kiss away to catch her breath. She would’ve been as red as a rose if she had blood.
Alyssa stared at her, stunned. She subconsciously raised a finger to her lips as she blushed beet red.
“S-sorry,” Luna looked away, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long… I… I want to prove to you that I don’t see this as just another hangout. That I don’t want to just be friends either.”
Luna was so worried she messed something up due to Alyssa’s silence, but a moment later it was Alyssa making the move and pressing her lips against Luna’s. Luna felt a warmness travel through her whole body as the blonde-haired girl kissed her. Alyssa’s arms wrapped around Luna and pulled her in close, and as she ran her arms down Luna’s back, the slime girl let her body press into Alyssa’s.
Suddenly, however, a wave of discomfort hit Luna, and she remembered that she was still putting off a trip to the bathroom for the sake of her new girlfriend. She stiffened up slightly and hoped Alyssa wouldn’t notice. Luckily for her, however, not a moment later, an electronic beeping went off, and Alyssa looked down at her phone.
“Oh crap! The movie! Come on, we gotta hurry!”
Alyssa broke off into a sprint and Luna steeled herself. She hadn’t expected to run, and doing so inundated with liquid was certainly not going to be fun. Luckily for her, however, her body hadn’t forced the excess water within her to concentrate in her abdomen, so there wasn’t a fear of her leaking or losing it, even if running wouldn’t be comfortable.
The two made it to the theater just in time. Alyssa had purchased the tickets online, so all they had to do was swipe Alyssa’s phone at a kiosk and it printed out two tickets for them to take to the usher. She directed them to theater 4, where the movie was being shown. They had eaten already and didn’t need snacks, but Alyssa still insisted on buying a large drink for them to share.
By the time they sat down, the trailers had just ended and their movie was about to start. Alyssa looked up at the screen in nervous anticipation as she sipped at the large soda she had purchased. Luna, meanwhile, took the time to collect herself and gauge how she was feeling. The run itself had done a number on her, but now that she was sitting down, her urge to relieve herself had once again faded into a dull discomfort that she could easily ignore.
The movie began. It started off pretty much where the anime left off, with Ryuji the Dragon Knight fighting on his own. The opening scenes were mostly there to establish that he was on a special mission from the King, and that the antagonistic Kingdom to the south was causing them problems.
Ryuji ran into one of the previous characters from the anime, a plant druid named Rosa, and she told him that the army he was sent to destroy wasn’t at the south border. He arrived, and sure enough, it turned out to be an ambush planned by one of the enemy kingdom’s 4 Generals, who, as far as Luna could remember, were never mentioned in the anime. However, it also meant that the mission he was sent on was based off of false intelligence.
Alyssa leaned forwards, “Wait, do you think that intelligence came from Sakuya? She’s a ninja so she’s always going out on reconnaissance missions. I remember seeing a theory a while back that Sakuya was actually working with Chronolith’s army because she looked like she stopped when she was first introduced. Do you think she’s a spy?”
“Maybe,” Luna nodded, getting invested in the story.
The movie continued, with the King contacting Ryuji, having realized the whole diversion was so Chronolith could march his forces up the northern mountains and attack the castle directly. He called Ryuji back and said he’d be dispatching a teleportation mage to a nearby town.
When they got their, however, it turned out the teleportation mage had been the spy all along, rather than Sakuya, like Alyssa had theorized. She teleported Ryuji and Rosa to an underground cavern where she revealed she was one of Chronolith’s 4 Generals. She had been a character that appeared in the anime, and she was always sweet and a little clumsy, so Luna found the twist to be quite surprising. Ryuji and Rosa fought an uphill battle, but finally gained the Upper Hand, and in the end, Ryuji defeated her but spared her life. After a short speech, she relented and teleported them halfway to the castle with the remaining magic she had.
Luna had been thoroughly engrossed in the movie, until suddenly, a pang in her abdomen reminded her of her desperation. While she had been relaxed, her body decided to take the opportunity to remind her that she still needed to pee, a need that was growing steadily the longer she put it off.
Luna focused and the liquids that had concentrated in her abdomen dispersed once again, but she was now acutely aware of her desperation, and was getting nervous. This movie was definitely on the longer side, if the story they were setting up for was any indication, and as much as she was enjoying it, she was starting to worry her desperation would reach its peak even before they left the theater, let alone walking back and driving home.
Luna felt some psychological comfort in squirming around a little and pressing her thighs together. Alyssa seemed oblivious to Luna’s plight. She was focused solely on the screen and sipping away at the large soda she had gotten ostensibly for both of them. With how much she was drinking it seemed like it was going to wind up just being just hers, but Luna herself didn’t have much of a problem with that.
I don’t need any more liquid in me right now!
Luna squirmed around a bit more, then turned her attention back to the movie.
It slowed down significantly, having some scenes with the female lead from the anime, Tomoko, and Sakuya, who was serving as her servant and bodyguard. Most of it was Tomoko worrying about Ryuji and the fate of the kingdom. There was even a fanservice-laden bath scene with the two, the sounds of which did nothing to help Luna take her mind off of her need.
In an attempt to distract herself, she turned her attention to Alyssa. Her girlfriend’s attention was glued to the screen, probably enjoying the view of two bathing anime girls who were both rather well-endowed. The large soda she got was placed in the cupholder off to the other side of her. However, there was something familiar about Alyssa’s pose. She had a hand between her legs and they were pressed together, and she was somewhat restless in the chair. Luna wondered if she was really just leaning forwards out of excitement too.
Come to think of it, Alyssa never went to the bathroom at the restaurant, and we were in such a hurry to get in once we got here that she didn’t have time to go then either. She was also drinking that big soda, and she finished her drink at the restaurant too. Maybe she really does have to pee too.
Alyssa caught Luna looking over at her and smiled, “Like what you see? Oh, or did you want some soda? I don’t think I can drink any more, myself.”
Alyssa held the large soda cup out to her, and Luna swallowed nervously. Alyssa had gotten it for the both of them, and Luna hadn’t had a lot to drink in front of her. Not taking at least a few sips would look a little suspicious at this point.
“I’ll have a few sips,” Luna acquiesced, taking the large cup and drinking a few sips. Her biogel quivered at the thought of more liquid entering her, and her desperation flared up, but she put up with it and smiled before putting the soda down in her own cup holder.
Luna tried to turn her attention back to the movie, but she was finding it harder to stay invested in it. Not only were the slow scenes not doing enough to distract her from her predicament, but she kept noticing Alyssa’s movements too. It was becoming clear to her that Alyssa definitely had to use the bathroom, and was putting it off simply for the sake of not missing anything in the movie.
Luna felt herself wriggle around as she thought about her girlfriend in a similar position, holding in her pee as she tried to ignore it to stay invested in the movie. Luna herself had multiple reasons keeping her from dashing off to the bathroom, even if she wasn’t enjoying the movie, but Alyssa only had the plot to keep her glued to her seat. Luna found herself almost disappointed in the idea that Alyssa would dash off to relieve herself mid-movie. Not only might the blonde-haired girl miss an important scene, but if she went, Luna would be alone in her suffering. Not that Luna wanted Alyssa to be desperate, but she felt a sense of camaraderie knowing Alyssa was in a similar situation to her. It felt like she could hold on longer if she knew her girlfriend was going through the same thing.
Luna came up with an idea that would nearly guaranteed Alyssa would stay for the movie. She raised the armrest in between their two chairs subtly, and then snaked an arm around Alyssa’s shoulder. It was so cliche Luna would’ve been too embarrassed to even try it at any other point, but her ulterior motives won out. Alyssa looked over at her and flashed a cute smile, and Luna pulled Alyssa closer to her until they were resting, shoulder-to-shoulder, watching the movie.
Luna lost all concentration on the movie. Now all she could focus on was her girlfriend next to her and her own mounting desire to relieve herself. Alyssa was trying her hardest not to squirm in Luna’s arm-- and failing. She shifted slowly and bounced a leg up and down uncomfortably. Alyssa would occasionally let off short, hitched breaths, like she was fighting a wave of desperation.
The movie continued and soon Luna’s own desperation was reaching urgent levels. Wanting to be released, all the water she had absorbed to increase her chest size had once again concentrated and pooled in her abdomen, creating a balloon of liquid right where a bladder would be. Luna placed her other hand, the one not around Alyssa, over it and felt it. There wasn’t a bulge, since all the extra volume of the water was concentrated in her chest, but she felt distended and was acutely aware of all the excess fluid inside her.
She could reabsorb some of it, but the mass quantity of water would not yield. She would have to bear with it sitting in her abdomen until she could use the bathroom. At home. Which, even after the movie ended, was an hour’s drive away.
Even her feelings of camaraderie and mutual suffering with her girlfriend would be short-lived compared to that. Alyssa would go to the bathroom as soon as the movie ended, and Luna would have to desperately hold on for an hour as they both drive home together.
With how urgent her need for release was now, would Luna even make it? And worse still, if she wet herself in front of Alyssa, her girlfriend would definitely notice her smaller chest.
Not only that, but Luna couldn’t reuse her strategy of relieving herself, then filling up on water again. She had done so last time and would’ve likely passed out if it weren’t for the fact that they were eating. If she tried it again, without food, she might be in serious trouble. Besides, she was already pushing her limits. She could cause some serious medical problems if she pulled that stunt again.
Luna jammed a hand between her legs and shook her head. There was nothing to it. No matter how insurmountable, there was no way she could pee before she got home or wet herself in front of Alyssa. She’d have to hold it until she got back, no matter what. At least she wasn’t bursting yet. Her urge to pee was strong, but it had been much stronger at the restaurant. If Luna could just put off getting that full until the movie ended, she just might be able to make it home dry.
Alyssa, on the other hand, seemed like she was struggling just trying to make it to the end of the movie dry. She had both hands jammed between her legs and she had long since lost all pretense of trying to keep her desperation from Luna. Luna thought Alyssa was about ready to give up, and Alyssa seemed to turn to her, ready to say something.
“Luna, I’ve really gotta-”
Suddenly, the scene shifted. Apparently a lot had happened while Luna was distracted, and the King, Tomoko’s father, had come face to face with Chronolith, the king of the opposing nation, and were about ready to do battle. It definitely seemed like a last resort, as the King was wearing the armor of a Dragon Knight. In the anime, it had been revealed that he used to be a Dragon Knight, but he kept it a secret from his subjects and cast the armor aside as soon as he became King. For him to be wearing it openly meant he was serious about defeating Chronolith.
Luna tried to focus on the ensuing fight scene. What she did catch of it was spectacular. Golden flames from the King clashing with the dark magic of Chronolith. The corrupt king using his teleportation and space manipulation magic in ways that made Ryuji’s fight with the teleportation mage from earlier seem like child’s play in comparison. Luna really did want to focus on the fight scene, but her eyes were continuously drawn to Alyssa.
The blonde-haired girl had her legs crossed and was squirming in her seat. If anyone else had been seated near them, they probably would’ve gotten annoyed at the constant movement. She had both hands jammed between her legs and she was biting her lip, eyes still intently glued to the screen. She let out small whimpers here and there, and Luna could see beads of sweat from the effort of holding it in form on her girlfriend’s forehead.
Luna herself was having doubts about her own ability to hold it. She was definitely desperate by now, and even after the movie ended she still had an hour’s drive home before she would be able to pee.
Alyssa leaned forward and moaned, and Luna saw her eyes dart to the large soda cup on her side. Luna’s biogel pulsed strongly. There was only one reason a person as desperate as Alyssa would look to a container that was holding fluid.
"Is she seriously thinking about peeing in the cup?"
Luna shivered just thinking about it. With how bad she herself had to go, if Alyssa started peeing in the cup next to her, Luna might just lose it right there. But if Alyssa begged her for it, could she really say no? I mean, Luna could insist that it was a bad idea and they’d get caught, but Alyssa looked desperate enough to try anything at this point.
However, rather than reaching for the cup or even asking Luna for it, Alyssa merely turned her attention back to the movie. Luna looked up just in time to catch the finishing blow. The fight ended with the King suffering a fatal stab by one of Chronolith’s attacks. The fight music faded out to a somber piano tune and the King collapsed to the ground.
The scene was drawn out for drama, the King’s soldiers running to his aid, healing mages fruitlessly trying to revive him. A cut to where Ryuji and Rosa were on their journey, with Ryuji sensing something bad had happened. It cut back to the King’s lifeless body being hauled back into the castle, where Tomoko saw it and cried over her father.
One final scene where Chronolith, also seriously injured but still alive after his fight with the King, boasted about his victory and vowing to eliminate Ryuji as the last living Dragon Knight, and the movie faded out, with a To Be Continued… message in the bottom right.
The lights in the theater brightened and Alyssa lept to her feet.
“Thank God,” she turned to Luna, “I really enjoyed it, but I have to pee so bad right now! I’ve been holding it the whole movie!”
“Yeah, so have I!” Luna wanted to admit. But she was determined. Now that the movie was over, there was only an hour’s drive back to her place. Luna was desperate already her body whined in protest over the idea of holding it for another hour, but she had made it this far and the finish line was in sight. At least if she made it halfway through the drive she could admit she had to pee and openly hold herself. Once they got on the freeway, there’d be nowhere for Alyssa to pull off and stop until they got back to Newlake.
Alyssa tore off down the aisle and rushed to the theater’s exit. Luna followed after her slowly and carefully, and watched her dash into the lady’s room. Luna pressed her thighs together and scissored her legs back and forth subtly, wishing she could do the same.
Alyssa had taken longer in the bathroom than Luna expected, and when she finally emerged, she blushed and scratched the back of her head.
“Sorry about that! There was a line. A couple movies besides ours all got out at the same time, so there were people waiting. I was seriously close to wetting myself, but luckily the girl in front of me noticed how desperate I was and let me cut in front of her.”
“That’s okay, I’m glad you made it,” Luna smiled, trying not to look too envious at the relief still visible on her girlfriend’s face.
“Anyway, how’d you like the movie?” Alyssa asked as they stepped out of the movie theater and into the cool night air.
Luna took a moment to brace herself against the cold and nodded, “It was good! I really enjoyed it! I thought some things were a little cliche, but I think they did a good job using all the characters we met throughout the anime. It really feels like a proper ending arc.”
“I know, right!” Alyssa grinned, “And the King’s death!? I would’ve cried if I didn’t have to pee so bad watching it.”
The two kept talking about the movie as they made their way back to where Alyssa parked her car. Luna tried to keep up with the conversation as best she could, but there were parts of the movie she hadn’t quite caught, and on top of that, she was focusing on her uncomfortably full abdomen. Trying to hold it, walk, and talk at the same time was a little more than what she could manage, so she eventually settled for letting Alyssa gush about her favorite scenes.
By the time they reached the parking garage, Luna was just grateful to sit down. Alyssa unlocked the car and Luna carefully seated herself in the passenger’s seat. If she sat down more quickly, she was afraid of putting pressure on the bulge of fluid sitting in her abdomen right now.
Alyssa also climbed into the car and made a noise of discomfort.
“Agh, I feel a little wet spot on my panties. I knew I leaked a little but I didn’t realize it was that bad.”
Luna looked away, flustered. The last thing she wanted was to talk about how desperate Alyssa had been at the theater. Not only was it making her own desperation worse, but a part of Luna felt disappointed that her girlfriend didn’t have to pee anymore.
“This is super icky. I’m gonna take a page from our waitress’s book and strip a little. No peeking~!”
“W-what?”
Before Luna could fully register what was happening, Alyssa glanced around the dark parking lot and stood back up, lifting her skirt as she reached underneath it to grab her panties. Luna couldn’t help herself but watch as Alyssa slipped off a pair of lacy white panties with a very visible yellow wet patch on the crotch. She slipped them over her shoes and then sat back down, sighing in relief.
“That’s much better,” Alyssa smiled, “Did you enjoy the show?”
Luna looked away, her biogel pulsing fast around her body.
“I wasn’t, I didn’t mean to- I-” Luna sputtered uselessly.
“Relax, I’m teasing you~ Besides, I’m pretty sure we’ve seen each other naked before, right?”
“I think a few times as kids, but that’s different!” Luna finally managed, still incredibly flustered.
“Anyway, with that taken care of, let’s get going!” Alyssa smiled, visibly amused at her girlfriend’s embarrassment.
They got on the road and Luna’s attention was quickly drawn away from her embarrassment at watching her girlfriend strip off her panties and back to her growing need. She was becoming incredibly desperate, and it was all she could do to press her thighs together tightly to avoid reaching down and grabbing herself. She could feel the bulge in her abdomen sitting like a rock inside her, uncomfortably.
The vibrations of the road also didn’t help matters. She could feel every bump and every thud reverberate through her biogel and send shockwaves of desperation through her body. She nearly leaked once or twice, and it was nearly impossible for her to fully focus on her conversation with Alyssa.
By the time they hit the freeway, Luna’s desperation reached a peak, and she was forced to jam her hand between her legs. It offered some amount of relief, but she was also deathly afraid of Alyssa noticing at this point. Further into their journey, she could convince Alyssa to keep going until they got home, but they still had 45 minutes ahead of them on the road. Alyssa would stop somewhere to let Luna pee and then the gig would be up.
Still, Luna didn’t dare remove her hand from her crotch. If she so much as let up a little, she felt like she would start leaking at every bump in the road and soak the car seat before they made it halfway home.
Luna desperately tried to get her mind off her mounting desperation. She focused on Alyssa’s conversation, but Alyssa seemed tired and her comments were getting fewer and farther between. Eventually, Alyssa turned on some music and stopped talking altogether, leaving Luna in an uncomfortable silence.
Luna would’ve struck up a conversation herself, but all she could think about was how bad she had to pee. Her mind was filled with the scenes from tonight about pee. The waitress having to pee. Alyssa herself having to pee. The blissful relief Luna had felt when she had finally relieved herself at the restaurant. She couldn’t remember anything that happened in the movie. She barely recalled the taste of the sushi, amazing as though it had been. All she could think about was wanting to pee.
The car hit another bump and Luna was forced to jam another hand down between her legs. She let out a half-moan, half-whimper of desperation, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat as she looked over at Alyssa. There was no way her girlfriend hadn’t noticed that.
“Scared you, huh?” Alyssa asked, “Haha, you know we’re getting closer to Newlake as the road quality goes downhill.”
“Y-yeah,” Luna nodded, letting herself relax a little.
She looked down at the clock on the dashboard. They had been driving for about 30 minutes. They were halfway there.
“30 more minutes. Just 30 more minutes, and then I can finally pee!”
Luna crossed her lower legs, pressed her thighs together, and grabbed herself tightly. It would be a struggle, but she was sure she could make it.
10 agonizing minutes later, and Luna was sure she couldn’t make it.
Her breathing was ragged. Her abdomen was filled with liquid, she could barely sit still in the car seat as each moment she fought the strong urge to let the floodgates open. She was way more desperate than she had been at the restaurant, and she had gotten so full there she was sure she was going to wet herself. Her body was begging her to release all the pent up liquid, and Luna wasn’t sure how long she could deny that request.
They were still 20 minutes away from her house. Still 20 minutes away from relief. Luna felt like she was on the verge of wetting herself any minute now. She wasn’t sure how she could squeeze another 20 out of her tired, desperate body.
All she’d have to do is tell Alyssa she had to pee, and they could take an early exit and find a gas station. She could run in, pee, and all this would be over.
Yet she had made it this far. Part of her felt like giving up now wasn’t an option. She had suffered over half the car ride. Sure there was 20 minutes left, but then she could pee. She could finally have the relief and she wouldn’t have to worry about Alyssa finding out about her devious self-augmentation
Also, part of Luna, a small part of her in the back of her mind, was curious. She wanted to know if she could make it. She wanted to know how much more her body could take. It was similar to the part of her that wanted Alyssa to stay in the theater, and the part of her that was disappointed when Alyssa finally got relief.
Luna squeezed her eyes shut, chanting to herself, “I have to hold it. I have to hold it. I have to hold it…”
Another 10 minutes later, and Luna could no longer keep her composure.
She was sure she had never experienced desperation like this in her life. Her whole body was shaking and it took every ounce of her willpower not to soak Alyssa’s car seat like a pressure washer. She was breathing heavy, her body was refusing to store excess liquid inside of her. Instead it was seeping out in small amounts like sweat at the surface of her skin. Slime Girls usually weren’t “slimy” to the touch like most people would assume, but certain biological functions could cause that effect. In this case, it was caused by Luna having to pee so bad her body was refusing to hold onto any more liquid.
Luna knew it could happen. She distinctly remember a time her mother had been in a similar situation, taking care of herself and a little Alyssa, Luna’s mother had put off using the bathroom for nearly a full day and by the end she was “sweating” much like Luna was now.
However, Luna had never experienced it herself. Part of her was worried. She had never pushed her body this far, and she was worried she was doing something unhealthy. On the other hand, that part of her in the back of her mind was a little excited at the idea.
However, the gig was up. There was no way Alyssa hadn’t noticed all her squirming, let alone the “sweat”. She had to at least tell her girlfriend her plight.
“Hey, Alyssa, could you drive a bit faster?” Luna began, trying to play it coy in spite of her obvious desperation, “I gotta use the bathroom.”
“I could tell,” Alyssa grinned.
Luna didn’t have the energy or effort to spare a reaction, but she felt embarrassed nevertheless, “You knew?”
“Yeah, about ten minutes back, I saw you jam your hands between your legs and figured you had to pee,” Alyssa replied, “I didn’t want to ask or anything, in case I was wrong.”
“S-sorry, I didn’t want to have you pull over, so I didn’t want to say anything,” Luna replied, “I’m pretty sure I can make it home, it’s only 10 more minutes, right?”
“I can make it 5,” Alyssa grinned, flooring it. Luna nearly leaked when she felt the car’s acceleration push her to the back of her seat.
Now that Alyssa knew, Luna squirmed and grasped at herself more openly, giving herself some brief boosts of temporary relief. She was practically dancing in her seat by the time they got off the freeway, but luckily the ramp headed directly into the residential area where Luna’s apartments were. It wouldn’t make sense to stop at a gas station at this point.
After what felt like hours, they finally pulled into the parking lot just outside of Luna’s home. The poor slime girl braced herself and crawled out of Alyssa’s car, doubled over completely as she fought to keep all that liquid inside herself.
Luna took a few steps forward and she felt herself leak into her panties. She froze in her tracks and dropped in a squat, pressing the back of her heel hard into her crotch. Once again, it was mostly a psychological reaction, as her heel wasn’t “plugging anything up” so to speak.
Alyssa had, by this point, come around to Luna’s side of the car and looked down at Luna.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah, just…” Luna tried, but another spurt leaked out and she shot up. Her body had reached its limit. There was no reason to take it easy or be slow about it. Luna was already on the verge of wetting herself. She wasn’t going to make it by fighting to keep it all in anymore. Her tired body was going to force her to let it out.
“I’m gonna pee myself!” Luna cried out, grabbing at her crotch in a mad dash for her apartment door. She reached into her bag with her other hand as she reached the door, pulling out her key card and pressing it against the magnetic read switch.
She busted into the apartment with no amount of finesse and bolted for the bathroom. Her leaks hadn’t stopped from earlier, and at this point she was sure she was leaving small droplets on the floor behind her. Still, she didn’t care. She was full of liquid and she needed it out now. She was just fighting to get most of it into the toilet at this point.
She reached her bathroom and busted through the door, not bothering to close it behind her. However, the sight of the toilet in front of her was the last straw. She let out a long spurt and she knew she was out of time. No amount of clawing at her crotch or crossing her legs was going to let her hold on for another second. She hiked up her dress, not bothering to remove her panties, and sat herself down onto the toilet.
She burst. All that liquid built up in her abdomen forced its way out with a powerful hiss. It soaked through her white panties and struck the front of the toilet bowl so hard it made a loud ringing. Luna let out an orgasmic moan as waves of relief mixed with the aching desperation she was still feeling. Her panties absorbed the fluid, turning green and leaving a large wet spot as her flow blasted through it as though it were unimpeded.
Despite how powerful her stream was, she peed solidly for a good two minutes before it showed any signs of slowing down. Eventually her stream turned from a torrent to a fountain to a trickle, and then drops as she finished up and her pee dripped from her damp panties.
Luna sat there in bliss as her intense desperation gave way to waves of pleasurable relief. Even back at the restaurant, she hadn’t experienced even half of this. Her body stopped sweating and absorbed the moisture on the surface of her skin back into herself. She could feel her dress hanging loosely off her chest where it had once been stretched by her augmented bosom. The blissful relief she had experienced lingered in her abdomen as feelings of relief and arousal made her whole body tingle.
“Ahem.”
Luna looked up with a start to see Alyssa in the doorway of the bathroom. Luna’s biogel pulsed in both embarrassment and dread as she looked up at her blonde-haired girlfriend. She pulled herself up, letting her dress fall over her wet panties, and looked down.
“S-sorry, I can explain-”
“There’s no need,” Alyssa replied, cutting her off, “Let me guess. You used excess fluids to make your chest bigger because you knew I liked big boobs, and you’ve pretty much been holding it this whole night.”
“Y-you… you knew?”
Alyssa sighed, smiling, “Luna, we’ve been friends for how long? I know how slime girl biology works by this point. You can change your body, but adding or subtracting mass takes time. You weren’t any shorter or skinnier, so I figured you added mass some other way.”
“I… I mean…” Luna sputtered, “If you knew, why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
“I thought you’d give up eventually and tell me yourself,” Alyssa admitted, “B-besides, I was kind of curious to see how long you could make it. The truth is, I kinda… sorta have a bit of a fetish for seeing cute girls needing to pee.”
“Y-you what?”
“I’m serious! I realized it recently. I mean, it’s kind of what made me realize I liked girls in the first place. One of my cute new coworkers, Caitlyn, I’ve told you about her before… she got really desperate at work one day and I found myself staring at her dancing around needing to pee. She even asked if I could watch her station while she relieved herself, but I made up some excuse that the boss told me to do something and watched her for the rest of her shift. It was the first time a girl had turned me on before. I tried watching guys doing it but it wasn’t as attractive to me.”
“That’s…” Luna was flustered. She had inadvertently stumbled across one of her new girlfriend’s fetishes by a stupid idea.
“Still, you should know I’m not that shallow,” Alyssa replied, “Big boobs or small, I like you, Luna.”
Luna nodded, “I know… I’m sorry I was so silly tonight.”
“It’s fine,” Alyssa smiled, “I enjoyed myself thoroughly, and I hope you did too, in spite of being desperate half the date.”
Luna recalled the blissful relief she experienced upon finally getting to relieve herself, as well as that strange sense of excitement she started feeling on the car ride home. For some reason, even though she had been desperate and uncomfortable the whole time, part of her wanted to do it all again.
“It’s fine, I think… I think I enjoyed myself, too. I might have given myself a bit of a pee-holding fetish myself.”
Alyssa grinned, “Oh really?”
The blonde-haired girl then let out a loud yawn, and Luna herself realized how tired she was after holding it all night.
“Well, I should get going, it’s pretty late,” Alyssa replied, “You should get some sleep too… after you clean up.”
Luna looked down at the puddles on the floor, including the one her still dripping panties were making between her feet. She looked away, flustered, and Alyssa smiled.
“Anyway, have a good night, girlfriend~ I can’t wait for our next date. Maybe we can even experiment with our collective fetish a little!”
Luna smiled. Besides the prospect of them potentially sharing a fetish, Alyssa had mentioned their next date, and that alone made the slime girl giddy with anticipation.
The End |
Another experience with my friend from the shopping mall. I told you the story her on omorashi it was called „A girl was not allowed to pee.
We, that means, my friend, his girl friend and i was invited to a birthday party to another friend.
Years ago we went to school together and this friend who invited us,lived now in another part of our country.
We had to go about 7 hours by car, to get there.
We went with my friend‘s car and did leave early in the morning.
First he picked me up and then we went to his „girl friend „.
She were not ready, she did not hear her clock and so she was late and we had to wait about 15 minutes.
My friend was angry because we lost time.
He told us that he had something to eat and to drink for the journey and that we had enough petrol in the tank, so we did not have to stop.
The girl was a little bit afraid and told us that we had just to stop at the first parking lot, for a much needed wee for her.
She had no time to go in the morning.
“You don’t really think that we stop just to let you piss. We lost time enough with you, now you have to hold it „ said my friend.
Oh my god, how arousing was that for me.
“Oh no!!„ said that girl. „ I am holding it since yesterday evening, i need to wee really bad, i can’t endure that much longer“.
“You have to, i simply don’t stop for you„ my friend answered.
She told us that this would not be fair, that she get‘s punished now. She did not wee at home, because she did not let us wait any longer .
“Don’t talk anymore about it, just hold it! Your bladder will be strong and big enough “ my friend answered.
She was really quite for the next 3 hours.
We did know that this girl were needing to wee really bad and that her bladder must have been stretched and overfilled after holding it for so long, but nobody did talk about it.
A little after the halftime of our journey she said “ that it torture pur what you are doing to me, you want to make me hold a full bladder for 7 hours. Nobody can endure that!” she said.
” Sure, you can!” was the short answer from my friend.
She could not hide her strong urge and her need anymore.
To know how bad she was needing to go how long she were holding it and to see how she did fight to keep her panties dry, was total exciting for me.
One hour later she admitted that she would wet the seat if he would not stop to let her go.
I think he had no mercy for the girl and for her bursting bladder, it was more that he were afraid that she would make his seat wet, so he did offer to stop for her, but not at a parking lot with a loo, therefore would be not time enough.
He would just stop to let her pee beside the car.
She could not do that, she told him and were begging for a loo.
“If you really need to piss, than do it beside the car, or hold it.” he said.
She can’t do that, she told him.and Half hour later she were needing to wee so bad that she agreed, that she had to agree, her bladder forced her.
We stopped, she did get out of the car , lifted her short skirt, pulled her panties down at knees and squatted. I was hard and watched her, i wanted to see her wee and i wanted to see how much she were holding, but she did not wee, not a single drop.
She were bursting, but she could not pee.
My friend told her to come back in the car, we would not have endless time.
She were begging again for a loo, but he said that she had her chance and that she did not use it, so she have to hold it until we are there, maybe she is not needing it strong enough.
This girl were nearly crazy from needing to wee so bad, she told us how painful it would be to hold it for so long and that she would be afraid that her bladder could explode, if she don’t go, but my friend did not let her go, he did not let her wee for hours more, he made her hold it until we arrived.
Or friend was waiting and went on the street as soon he did see us.
We did get out of our car, the girl were standing beside the car, she could not stand straight, she were bent over and her nude legs were tight knotted.
“ Oh I see, first of all you will need a loo. As usual he did not stop for the entire journey? said our friend .
“ That would not have been a problem, but i had no time to wee in the morning “ the girl answered.
”Oh, you must be full to explode , did he not let you go ?„ said our friend and we went in the house.
“ No, he did not let me go, he never let me go if i need to, he always make me hold and wait,i think one time he will burst my bladder.“ the girl answered.
I wished i could make her piss in a bucket, i wanted to see how much she was holding, but that was not possible.
This girl were needing to wee so really, really bad, she were full to burst, but we boys did not really have mercy with her, we were total horny from her desperation and from her moves to hold it in, to keep her little panties dry.
We were standing outside the loo and were listening how the girl pissed.
Unbelievable how long and how hard she pissed, unbelievable how much she were able to hold, her bladder must have been big as a soccer ball and stretched to burst.
The girls from my friend were always trained to hold and their bladders had to be big as a melon.
This was a journey to remember for me.
I had more experiences with this friend and with girls, maybe i‘ll write about it sometimes. |
Back in 2012, I wrote my first few Dutch omorashi stories. It wasn't until 2019 that I finally managed to finish the English translation of my first story and post it here.
Now, almost one year later, I'm proud to announce the translation of my second story. Many thanks to arg08 for checking my English spelling and grammar!
I've already started translating my next story, but it might take a while before I'm done. In the mean time, you can read the Dutch versions of my first 11 stories on my site:
https://vochtigeverhalen.home.blog/
In trouble
“Who wants to go into the city and have a few drinks?” someone asked.
“Sorry, not me,” Susan said, “I’ve completely had it for this week. I’m going to get in my car and drive straight home.”
“I’ll catch up with you on the way,” Bart smiled. “My car’s not working, but in fifteen minutes the lease company will deliver a replacement vehicle.”
The cheerful twinkle in Bart’s eyes made Susan’s heart melt. After Will had left her, she had slowly grown to really like her new colleague. But being an insecure person, she hadn’t had the nerve yet to act upon her feelings. As a good-looking woman, she was very much aware of her appeal to the opposite sex. Strangely enough, this didn’t give her the self-confidence she needed to ask Bart out on a date. After all, he had never shown any sign of interest in her. Either way, right now Susan’s mind was occupied with something completely different than her attractive colleague.
“Everybody have a nice weekend!” Susan grabbed her bag and walked into the hallway. She really needed to pee. The three big glasses of water she’d had this afternoon, had not been ineffective. She passed the ladies’ room and headed for the exit. She took her smartphone and checked the traffic news. A delay of at least one hour on her route, she concluded with a content smile. Before she got into her car, she carefully covered her seat with a big plastic bag. She made sure her long coat was on the back seat. Check. Everything was going according to plan.
Susan felt a pleasant tension in her belly. Today it was going to happen! Ever since it had inadvertently happened to her half a year ago, she had constantly fantasized about it: peeing her pants in her car, amidst hundreds of unsuspecting other road users.
The time she had involuntarily lost control over her bladder, had been a revelation to her. She had discovered the thrill of doing something a grown-up woman wasn’t supposed to do. In the past few months, she had regularly peed her pants in front of her bedroom mirror, enjoying the nice warmth between her legs and the look of the steadily expanding stain in her pants. The arousal this caused in her body had invariably resulted in an electrifying self-induced orgasm.
Two weeks ago, Susan had first hit the streets in her wet pants. Her heart pounding from excitement at the thought of the secret hidden underneath her long coat, she had crossed the city for an hour. But she wanted more: just like last time, she wanted to feel the thrill of almost losing control, having nowhere to go, being overwhelmed by an untamable force of nature. And thanks to her overloaded bladder and at least two hours of slow-moving and stationary traffic, exactly that was about to happen.
Just as she wanted to leave the parking lot, someone knocked on the passenger side window. It was Bart. Red-faced from exertion, he opened the door. “I’m glad I managed to catch up with you,” he gasped. “The lease company just informed me that they are unable to arrange a substitute car today. Would you mind giving me a ride?”
Bart lived less than a mile away from her, and she had just firmly stated she would drive directly home. So Susan couldn’t think of an excuse to refuse Bart a lift. “Sure, no problem.” She forced a smile. A second later Bart was sitting next to her, talking nineteen to the dozen about his plans for the weekend. Susan slowly started to panic: here she was, highly desperate to pee, with a few hours of traffic jam ahead of her, sitting next to the man she wanted to impress more than anyone in the world. Without visiting a toilet, there was no way she would be able to make it home dry. She had done everything in her power to make that impossible.
The restroom in the office building lured her, but with only thirty feet behind the wheels, it felt awkward to turn around for a bathroom break already. That would make a very strange impression on her passenger. Anyway, she had always had a hard time talking about toileting. Although she knew everybody did it, she preferred not to remind other people that she too had such primitive needs. Today there would be no way around it, but she decided to wait until the first gas station along the highway. She should be able to make it till there. To relieve the pressure on her bladder, she pressed her thighs tightly together.
While Susan agitatedly drove to the highway, she did her best to sociably chat along with Bart. But she could barely focus on what he was saying. She felt she could lose control over her bladder any moment. If she didn’t get to a toilet soon, she would pee her pants like a baby, right before the eyes of her handsome colleague.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bart watching her. “Hey, why are you sitting on a plastic bag?” he suddenly asked.
Damn. At the side, that stupid thing was sticking out from under her legs. “Er, the color of these pants rubs off on the fabric of the seat,” was the first thing she could think of. She immediately realized how silly it sounded: she had deliberately put on slightly bleached jeans because these would give the most exciting stains on getting wet. But Bart seemed to be satisfied with her explanation.
Six miles down the highway she took the life-saving exit to the gas station. “Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom,” she excused herself, hastily getting out of the car.
“No problem, that’s better than wetting yourself,” Bart joked. Susan felt her face turn red. Bart would be shocked to know that was exactly what she had planned to do.
Moments later, she sighed in relief while she emptied her bladder in the somewhat gross, but more than welcome Shell toilet. Her stream seemed to go on forever. There was no way she could have held it for a few more hours. As she pulled up her panties and jeans, she praised the Lord for the fact these would remain bone-dry today. “All right, we’re ready to go,” she said cheerily when she retook her position behind the wheel.
Shortly afterwards, they joined a long queue of cars. According to the radio, it was an extremely busy rush hour. It was going to take them at least two hours to get home. Even though her original plan had just gone down the drain, this was music to Susan’s ears: this way, she was going to have Bart to herself for a long time. Thanks to the relief of her bladder, her shyness had suddenly vanished. She relaxedly chit-chatted with Bart about all kinds of things. And he seemed to enjoy it as much as she did.
When they had started talking about their vacation plans, Susan became aware that she felt the urge to pee again. It was not as bad as it was earlier, but much worse than one would expect only twenty minutes after using the toilet. She made a mental list of all the drinks she’d had that day. The three long drink glasses of water she’d drunk that afternoon accounted for at least two pints. But to make sure she’d be about to burst on leaving, she’d already knocked back some tea and coffee in the morning. And a cup of milk at lunch... She didn’t know the bladder capacity of the average female, but after cumulating her moisture intake of the day, she could only conclude that the pee she’d had earlier had only been the tip of the iceberg. Now her body had started to get rid of the remainder of the superfluous fluid.
Initially Susan didn’t worry much about it. Today she had already proved she could hold her pee for a very long time, so she should be able to make it through a few hours in her car. But it didn’t take long before she realized that her bladder was filling at an increased rate. Struck by a slight panic, she feverishly tried to remember where the closest toilet facilities were. At full speed, she reckoned, it would take her at least half an our to reach the next gas station. But traffic had just come to a complete stop, so the saving toilet might as well have been in Timbuktu.
“You’re so quiet all of a sudden,” Bart remarked.
“Sorry, I’m a little tired,” Susan replied.
In the next thirty minutes they covered a lousy three miles. It was less than an hour after her relieving bathroom break, but once again Susan felt like her bladder was about to explode. She restlessly squirmed back and forth in her seat. She might be able to hold on for another quarter of an hour, but her self-created destiny was inevitable: whether she wanted it or not, she was going to pee her pants.
Susan thought back to what had happened last time. She had fought tooth and nail against the power of nature, which had resulted in her completely losing control over her body for ten seconds. She figured it might be better to take matters into her own hands, now and then releasing a bit of pee in a controlled manner. In this way, it would hopefully take longer for the crotch of her pants to get drenched. The water she passed was bound to flow to the lowest point, so with a bit of luck it would reach her butt unseen. If, in the meantime, she acted as normal as possible, maybe Bart wouldn’t notice a thing!
Keeping a close eye on the man next to her, she carefully relaxed her sphincter. Immediately she felt the already familiar sensation of warm moisture filling her briefs. Then, with some effort, she retook control over her bladder. She inconspicuously looked downward. Between her legs the fabric of her jeans showed a small wet spot, but from his position, Bart could probably not see it. Again, Susan released some fluid, this time a little bit longer. She felt how her rear end started to get damp. Unconsciously, she heaved a sigh.
“Yeah, this traffic jam is frustrating,” Bart said.
“Yes, very annoying,” Susan said, while she secretly let a third warm stream escape from her body. “Could you please hand me my bag?” Bart passed her the handbag he had put on the floor in front of him on entering the car. Susan took out a tissue and pretended to blow her nose. Acting nonchalant, she left the purse on her lap, covering up the slowly growing wet patch in her crotch.
She dared to relax a little again, but she constantly remained aware of her now soaking wet buttocks.
Two endless hours later Susan pulled up in front of Bart’s house. Her bladder was still on the verge of bursting. During the drive she had managed to restrain the pressure by repeatedly letting out a dribble of pee, but the limited absorbency of the back of her pants had forced her to hold back. If she had opened all floodgates, the liquid would undoubtedly have reached the front of her pants. Her purse would no longer have sufficed to hide her disgrace from Bart. As a matter of fact, to her shock, Bart had offered to put her bag on the back seat. Luckily, she’d come up with a pretext to keep him from doing that.
“You know, I was thinking,” Bart said, “you’re probably too tired to make yourself a meal. Why don’t you grab a bite at my place? I’m gonna make a delicious risotto.”
Dinner at Bart’s home! There was nothing Susan would have loved to do more, but she had made it impossible for herself. “Er, I’d certainly like to do that sometime,” she stammered, “but I’m terribly tired. I’m gonna go home and lie down on the couch.”
“I have a couch too, you know,” Bart said invitingly.
“No, thanks, I really prefer to go home.”
Bart looked disappointed, but didn’t try to persuade her. “Okay, have a nice weekend then. And thanks for the ride!”
Susan let out a big sigh. She had made it. She had wet her pants, but Bart hadn’t noticed a thing. As her stress level dropped, Susan was no longer able to remain in control of her protesting bladder. Before she reached the end of the street, she felt her bodily fluid turbulently gush from between her legs. She flung her purse on the back seat. In astonishment she looked down at her pants, that got soaked in just a matter of seconds. Lightning fast, the modest wet spot in her crotch extended to her inner thighs. The fabric around her butt was completely saturated now. Moisture started to drip from the plastic bag onto the floor. Without a doubt, the improvised protective layer would be inadequate to keep her seat dry. She didn’t care, and didn’t make the slightest effort to regain the power over her sphincter. She kept peeing in one big spurt, that seemed to last forever.
She was wetting herself like a baby, but she felt stronger than ever. No one on earth could touch her. She just did what she felt like doing, ignoring all rules and conventions. She couldn’t help pushing the gas a little harder. When a traffic light turned red she quickly made a dash for it. The adrenaline was rushing through her veins. Therefore it took a while before the stop sign of the police car reached her consciousness, and made her land back on earth with a bang.
“Well ma’am,” the policeman said after Susan had lowered her window, “it looks like you’re in a pretty big hurry. You just ran a red light at full speed. Do you have an explanation for that?”
“No, officer, I’m sorry,” Susan said timidly, “I just wasn’t paying attention. I’ll understand if I get a ticket for that.” With her arms, she tried to hide the wet spots in her pantlegs as best she could.
“You’re right, I have to fine you for this,” the cop said. “Can I see you driver’s license, please?”
Damn. Susan’s driver’s license was in the bag she had just carelessly tossed on the back seat. It was far beyond her reach. She would have to make a quarter turn and stretch her body in order to grab it, giving the officer a full view of her sopping wet bottom. She broke out in a sweat. For the second time today she had gotten herself in trouble. “No, I’m sorry,” she replied as friendly as possible, “I accidentally left my license at home this morning. Maybe you can access my personal information through my license plate number?”
“Could you please get out of the car?” the policeman asked. “We can talk easier that way.” He clearly didn’t intend to let Susan get away with it easily.
“Er, can’t we just do it like this, I, er...” Susan stuttered.
“Ma’am, I firmly ask you to leave your vehicle,” the man repeated in an insistent tone.
It was obvious that the cop didn’t like to be argued with, and that she’d only make things worse for herself if she refused to cooperate. Reluctantly she opened the door and stepped out of the car. She felt the drenched fabric of her pants stick to her legs. She was so embarrassed she wished for the ground to swallow her up.
“As you probably know,” the officer-of-law started preaching, “as of 2005, every citizen from the age of 14 is obliged under the Identification Req...” He didn’t finish his sentence. The harsh expression on his face was replaced by bewilderment. It took some time before he fully realized what he saw. In front of him stood an attractive young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, bright green eyes and female curves in all the right places, who had peed her pants. The big wet spot in the crotch of her jeans, which she fruitlessly tried to cover with her hands, didn’t leave any room for interpretation. In the reflection of the car window he could see the material around her well-defined buttocks was soaked.
Full of shame, Susan looked down at her feet.
“I... I guess you’d better go home,” the stupefied cop stammered. “We all make mistakes sometimes.” After a last sheepish glance at Susan’s pants he walked back to his car.
Her heart pounding, Susan slammed the door of her house behind her. The car ride home had turned out more exciting than she could have imagined. First she had secretly peed her pants in the presence of her colleague, subsequently she had totally revealed herself to a complete stranger. She had gone through some fearful moments, but now, in the safety of her own home, arousal prevailed. She took off the long coat that had hidden her wet pants from the eyes of oblivious passers-by on the street. In the mirror in her bedroom she inspected the dark blue blots in her pants. She flopped down onto her bed. When she rolled over, big damp stains marked the place where her buttocks had touched the sheet. She lay down on her back and ran her hands over her wet pantlegs. She pulled down her pants and swept over her saturated briefs.
Then Susan could no longer suppress the desire to touch herself in that one sensitive spot. Instants later she experienced her most explosive orgasm in ages. |
A little Patented warning: There is some bullying, and it serves as a central point of the story, so if that's a turn off, I understand. However, these is no violence or any physical abuse or anything of the like, as well as no abusive talk or fucked up shit. It's quite tame, but the warning is here in case it deflates your bratwurst.
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Lacey Emon, Daughter of Lord Emon, had never seen the inside of a prison.
The only thing she knew about them were from the tales her family’s help told her. Based on those she imagined they were squalid, decayed, some place fitting for a pit where the criminals of Willoworth ended up.
What she saw as she was guided through the stone corridors towards her cell was much worse - a horrid, grimy pit of a place, with the constant smell of mold and a lingering damp that made the tip of her nose wet.
“What’s this one in for” Asked one of the guards in passing, a thick man wrapped up in layers of cloth and metal armour, scratching the stubble of his fat chin.
“Another rogue mage - tore a rift open over the marketplace.” The guard leading her replied.
“I’m not a rogue mage.” Lacey again tried to inform her, but for the second time today she was ignored. “Please, this is all a misunderst-”
“Aye, aye. Let’s get going, criminal.” The guard nudged her shoulder, spurring on down the damp corridors.
They passed halls of prisons cells, small chambers of stone barred off by strong steel bars. The torches on the walls burned, creating a hazy mist and a strong smell of burning wood. Through the ooze-filled cracks in the stone, laughter and joy could be heard in the city streets.
For Lacey, it was like she had entered a different world, the walls only giving her a taste of the freedom that existed beyond them.
“Here we are.” The guard said with a low growl, swinging open a barred steel door, the sound echoing throughout the prison.
She put both her hands around Lacey’s shoulders and span her around. She unlocked the shackles around her wrists. They fell from her skinny arms and hit the stone with a metallic clank that echoed through the windward halls.
Now that she had been freed from those horrid iron shackles, Lacey turned to guard again and attempted to protest her innocence. “Please, listen to me this time before you throw me in… there.” She waved a hand frantically toward the dark cell, where an unpleasant dripping emerged.
“I’m not a rogue mage…” She started, pressing her palms together as if she was in prayer.
Before she could speak any words in her defense, the guard showed her blatant lack of interest, scratching her arse with her baton. All this talk of defense seemed to be infuriating her, her face wading through the motions of impatience, her brow furrowed and a frustrated scowl fixed on her fat face.
Of course she wouldn’t be believed. No girl who looked as cute and soft-faced as Lacey could convince a guard she was anything but a mage. Her soft, blushing cheeks, sharp diamond eyes and thin, but well-endowed frame spoke out to any commoner that she was either of noble birth… or a mage.
And Nobility do not fall through rogue portals.
The guard had heard enough and she pushed Lacey into her cell before she could say another word. She slammed the door shut, sliding the steel door along the rail until it rattled the wall.
This was it - Lacey Emon, daughter of Lord Emon had been arrested.
But being locked behind a steel door wasn’t going to deter Lacey. She was determined to try and tell her story, regardless of who it was she told or how bizarre it sounded. She grabbed the cold steel bars of the door and shook them. “If you’d just listen to me, you’d understand that I’m…”
Finally, the guard had enough, growing frustrated and reaching for her baton. She grabbed it by the end she scratched her arse with and twirled around.
Before Lacey could even flinch, she struck the steel bars with her baton. CLAAAANG! The bars rattled, shaking everything, even the stone. It was enough to shake the whole prison, but most importantly, it was enough to shut Lacey up.
She fell silent the split second she heard that steel shattering clang ring out in her ears.
“I’ll hear no more of your protesting, criminal.” The guard hissed, baton clutched firmly in her hand, ready to strike the metal again at a moments notice.
There was anger brewing on her freckled face, and Lacey didn’t want to rile her up any more. She backed away slowly, staring into the guards wide, unblinking eyes.
Not another word was said, the only sound was the sheepish steps of Lacey’s boots tapping on the stone. She backed up slowly, tiptoeing until she bumped her head against something.
It was soft, with a small cleft that her head nearly sank into. It was like she’d hit her head against a pillow.
“Well, who have we here?” A girl with a strong northern voice asked with a menacing tone, whispering quietly into Lacey’s ear.
Lacey stood frozen in place, her heart pounding fiercely against her chest. Her knees were trembling. Had it suddenly gotten colder? She spun around slowly, coming face to face with the girl who whispered into her ear.
At first glance, it was the girls heaving chest that drew her gaze. Only now was it obvious that it was her breasts that she had bumped into.
She needed to look up to see the girls face. Her racing heart was beating faster, almost bursting from her chest. She noted the girls height, and how much taller she was - at least a head above her, with strong arms that she kept crossed, holding up her heaving breasts
On her face, she wore a long, menacing grin, showing her teeth like a beast ready to devour its prey. Her eyes were hidden behind her fringe, like a curtain of black it was, stopping just on the top of her sharp nose.
Her eyes were completely lost beneath her greasy black curtain of hair, which only added to the menacing aura that she presented herself with.
The girl leant in, flexing her tremendous height over Lacey. Her nostrils flared up, like a confused creature sniffing at another. “We haven’t been introduced and already you’re trying to cop a feel.” She chuckled, her smile growing, and bit at the air, getting a touch too close.
Lacey recoiled backwards once again, this time away from the girl.
“That’s your new cellmate, Billie. Do try to behave with her.” The guard told her.
“My new cellmate…” The girl’s grin widened again and she stepped forward, offering one hand to Lacey. “There’s no need to shaking, New Blood.” There was a piercing glare beneath that fringe; Lacey could feel it. “So, what’s your name?”
With anxiously shivering hands, Lacey reached out and accepted Billie’s handshake. “L-Lacey.”
“Billie.” The girl replied, smiling.
Her handshake was firm, but friendly. Her smile was warm, even with a head of greasy black hair. But that friendly air the girl shrouded herself in was short-lived. “Now listen here, New Blood.” Billie’s face drained, leaving a stern, breaking stare. She leant in and whispered into Lacey’s ear. “I’m in charge here, what I say goes, is that understood?”
Shaking, lacking the courage to muster anything beyond a whimper, Lacey nodded.
“Heh…” Billie released her and pushed her backwards before brushing off her jacket. “Good. Stay quiet and we won’t have a problem.”
After their less than desirable introduction was done, Lacey climbed up onto the top bunk and sat there quietly, wondering just how she’d gotten into this situation.
For the next few hours, Lacey sat in silence, watching the world pass by from the barred window of her cell. Sometimes she’d listen to her cellmate who would be dealing with other inmates and on one occasion a guard who came to the door. She didn’t know what they were up to, and she didn’t care. She followed Billie’s orders to a tee - Staying quiet.
Every now and then the guards would come by with water for both girls and Lacey gladly took it. She didn’t know if this was routine or Billie’s doing but again she didn’t care. She was happy to have something to fill her empty gut and she gulped it down gleefully every time it came.
Finally, the day had passed. The clock in Willoworth Town Square rang for nine o’clock. Amidst the echoing chimes of the bells, something banged against the bars of the cell.
“Alright, come on girls.” It was a guard, a tall, skinny woman with ginger hair wrapped up in a bun, tapping her baton against the steel bars.
Billie, who was relaxing on her bed, counting out her earnings from the day, looked up at the guard and huffed with fair relief. “Finally… it’s about time.” She cursed, stifling some discomfort with a tight squeeze of her thighs. “I’ve been bursting for the last hour.”
“Well the quicker you get your trousers on, Billie, the sooner we can get going.” The guard ran her baton along the bars again. “You, in the top bunk, get moving.”
Lacey peeked over the edge of her bed, unsure what was happening. “Where are we going?” She asked, her voice reduced to a nervous squeak as both the guard and Billie looked up at her.
From behind the curtain of her long black hair, Billie glared. She pulled up her trousers, squeezing her plump thighs and round butt into them and buckling up her belt. The whole time she didn’t stop looking at Lacey. “You really are a new blood…” She said quietly, sounding somewhat disappointed. “You didn’t hear? We’re being released.” She told Lacey, perking up with a dumb smile.
“R-Really?” Lacey shot up, the excitement causing her skin to prickle.
“Pfft!” Billie tried, and failed to stifle her snickering. She chuffed, and finally she couldn’t hold her laughter back, throwing an arm over her face and bursting out laughing. “No, you dolt! She’s taking us to the privy.” Her laughter grew and after a few seconds, Billie froze, her gut-splitting snickers ceasing in an instant.
In what seemed like a desperate moment, Billie hobbled on her feet, shaking like her legs could no longer support her. She pressed her thighs together, the fabric of her trousers tightening around her crotch and defining the outlines of her womanhood.
“Alright, come on…” She hissed, a crack in her vice. “I’m dying for a slash. Let’s go before I piss myself.”
After the horrendous day she’d had, Lacey too welcomed a walk to the privy. Their cell had nowhere to spend a penny, save for a rusty old bucket that Lacey recoiled at when she was first feeling a niggle from her bladder and it seemed this would be her only time to use proper facilities for the day.
At least being allowed to use the privy would give her some privacy, as well as some time away from her cell, from the lumpy mattress she’d been sitting on… and from Billie.
All she had to pass the time was a glass of water to quietly nurse. When her glass was empty, it was about time for it to be refilled. When it was dinner time, she hardly had the stomach to eat the gruel they prepared for two reasons; one of them being that she didn’t wish to make a sloppy deposit in that filthy bucket in the corner of her cell.
Billie happily scarfed down her meal, and Lacey’s, and the only thanks she got was Billie lifting her leg and ripping a fart so loud it rattled the wooden frame of their bunk bed. She wafted the air, giggling to herself like a juvenile and jesting that she was lucky it was a dry fart.
It had been a whole day since Lacey had relieved herself; the shock of being locked up was enough to keep her mind off her bladder, but after all of that water, she was eager to sit down and take a pee.
She scrambled down from the top bunk, brushed the dust from her dress and followed Billie out of the cell, listening to the steel door of their cell slamming shut behind them.
The privy was located at the other end of the prison, and the long walk to it proved to be gruelling. The girls were escorted by two guards who couldn’t care less about Billie hobeling about desperately. They were happy to drag out the walk, and it felt like an eternity.
Lacey tread slowly while Billie hobbled along beside her, constantly moaning about how she was about to water her skivvies. Finally, it got to be too much for her and she shoved a hand between her legs, grinning as she fondled her lower lips in an effort to stop her waters from flowing.
Lacey however composed herself well in the eyes of company. It was a well-learned trait from her years and years of dealing with the pompous elite that her father associated with. There had been times she felt like she was about to burst, but she’d be made to stand there, legs crossed and her lips quivering until her father was done talking.
This situation of secrecy reminded her of a time when she was younger, accompanying her Father to a formal meeting at a friends manor. The only thing Lacey could do while her Father droned on was drink glass after glass of juice until the two litre jug was empty.
When she’d emptied the jug at last, she immediately realized that drinking so much was not a good idea. She’d grown desperate, almost bursting, to pee. Two litres of fruit juice had settled comfortably in her bladder and she needed somewhere to let it out.
But it was a formal affair, and she knew she couldn’t openly announce that she needed to pee. Had she been familiar with the house, she may have wandered off to the lavatory herself, but she wasn’t, meaning she was forced to keep herself composed like a Lady should despite her growing urges.
Her father kept talking, droning on about something or other, while Lacey stood by his side smiling. But beneath her formal attire was a girl squirming, her legs practically wrapped around one another as her bladder pushed against her, demanding relief.
She’d lost count of how much time had passed before her Father waved goodbye to this friend and finally he allowed Lacey to be excused for the long carriage ride home.
For the gruelling thirty minutes that she’d counted, nobody had been aware that the daughter of Lord Emon was just one misplaced step away from soiling her silken frillies.
The carriage ride home took her through an unusually bumpy stretch of muddied roads, and with each bump knocking her bladder, she finally cracked. She couldn’t hold it any longer, each bump was just breaking her will down like a hammer against a wall.
She cried to her carriage driver to pull over and without saying a word why, leapt out, sprinting toward a nearby grove, her whole face soaked in sweat, her breathing ragged and heavy as she flung up the hem of her dress and squatted down in a patch of petunias.
However, just because she composed herself well, that did not mean Lacey was feeling any differently from Billie. Beneath her long skirt, she was holding back a fierce flood that left her legs trembling. All that water had hit her at once, like a violent wave striking the side of a boat.
Finally, they arrived. An old wooden door at the end of the dimly lit hallway awaited them. From where they were standing Lacey could smell the privy and it was far from a bed of roses. She stuck out a tongue in disgust and covered her nose, refusing to pollute her nostrils with another sniff of foul air.
That smell alone had her thinking if she really, REALLY needed to relieve herself. Never had she had to use such squalid facilities. A lady, even the bastard of Lord Emon, would not be caught dead submitting her bare arse to such a filthy box with her skirt hiked up and her silky delicates so near a disgusting floor.
The thought of using the privy, especially since she hadn’t taken a pee since morning, was a sweet one that had Lacey’s lips curling with glee. In her head, she was envisioning the blissful relief she’d soon be feeling. But on the surface, she kept her expression blank, concealed beneath her auburn hair. Nobody but her needed to know how desperately she needed this.
“Oh, finally~” Billie moaned, a crooked smile of pure bliss forming as she laid eyes on the door to the privy. She pushed the guards aside and rushed toward the door with her hands stuffed into the seat of her knickers. “Hey! Come on and get this door unlocked!” She yelled, pulling at the old lock with her free hand.
Both guards exchanged frustrated glances and one of them made their way forward. She reached into the pocket of her long blue coat and took out an old rusty key. She began to twirl it, teasing Billie with the sight of it, smirking as she stared, almost hypnotised by it.
Lacey waddled up behind them, shuffling uncomfortably as she too felt the growing pressure on her maidenly spout. She so desperately wanted to grab herself just like Billie had, but she couldn’t, she had too much pride for a childish potty dance.
“Come on! Come on! Come ooooon!” Billie continued to cry, her face seething with impatience and riving at the locked door with both hands now. Her cheeks were burning a bright red and she held a pained expression on her sharp face, grinding her teeth. “I’m seriously about to go in my skivvies here!”
The guard didn’t really care. Slowly, she leant in beside the lock and started fiddling with the ring that her keys were on. She continued to waste time and tease both girls by slowly picking out the right key and then slowly bringing it up to the lock.
The keys rattled, clinking against one another, the sounds teasing both Lacey and Billie.
They were forced to watch, both girls squirming in agonizing discomfort as the guard moved at her own leisurely pace. Lacey was still the better composed of the duo, and it was glaringly obvious that she didn’t have to pee nearly half as desperately as Billie, who at this point was unbuttoning her trousers to give the bulge of her bladder some breathing room.
“Come on! Speed up!” Billie started to yell, her lips quivering as her fingers danced between the fabric of her trousers. “Get this door open or I’m pissing on the floor!”
“Try it.” The guard mumbled under her breath.
“I fucking will.” Billie hissed back.
Ten seconds passed. Ten long, torturous seconds watching the guard raise her key to the lock, pretending to position it correctly, all while taking in a somewhat unethical pleasure in watching the two girls squirm.
She turned the key and the lock clicked. The door swung open and beyond it was a sight that both girls savoured with an audible sigh - The privy.
“Two minutes. Go.” The guard ordered, pointing to the box at the back of the room.
“About time! I’ve got to piss like a racehorse!” Billie cried and pushed Lacey aside, rushing into the privy with ungodly speed.
“W-Wait… we only get two minutes?” Lacey inquired, wondering if that was even enough time for them both to relieve themselves. What if they had to poop? Which thankfully wasn’t the case... At least for Lacey, but that didn’t stop her thinking about it.
Before the guard could answer, Billie waddled back out, grabbed Lacey’s dress and pulled her into the privy. “G-Get in here.” She hissed through her teeth.
The door slammed shut and the guard told them they now had only one minute and fifty seconds remaining.
The privy was in a small room, and only after she was pulled into it and with the handle of the door fixed firmly between her buttcheeks, nearly violating her rear hole, did Lacey realize it wasn’t big enough to accommodate both girls.
It was uncomfortable, and it was only made worse that she was packed in with a girl twice her size. A girl twice her size who was shuffling around, moaning and struggling to make space for herself so she could get her trousers down.
It took Billie a few seconds, and through her struggle to get her knickers down she didn’t stay quiet. She moaned in discomfort and cursed like a sailor who’d stubbed his toe, all while wrestling the tight fabric of her trousers. Finally, she managed to get pull them down, though only an inch, revealing a slither of her buttcrack.
She then managed, after banging herself against the wall, to pull them down around her knees.
“Oooooh…” She moaned in success, jiggling her legs.
This was when Lacey learned that Billie didn’t wear knickers, nor did she care about sharing a privy with company as she bent over, spreading her cheeks and giving Lacey an unflattering close up of her blinking brown eye.
Lacey saw Billie’s rear hole give her a solemn wink, and she covered her eyes, hoping that she was quick enough to protect her innocence. She’d never had the… pleasure of seeing another girls butthole, and this wasn’t going to be her first experience.
With her trousers wrapped around her knees, Billie spun herself around and hovered herself over the hole cut out on the top of the box. She wiggled her, aiming herself and plopped herself down over it, moaning in bliss as the fat of her buttcheeks sunk into the hole.
The second she plopped herself down on the box, the clear sounds of hissing resonated in the small chamber.
Lacey felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, and she gulped. That was the unmistakable sound of pissing, and she couldn’t believe she was sharing a privy with another girl while she relieved herself.
“Oooooooh~ Ahhhhhh~” Billie moaned, the twisted grimace of pain on her face relaxed until she gave a dumb, relieved grin. “That’s heaven~” She sighed, leaning back and resting herself against the wall, spreading her legs.
The feeling of relief was unmatched, unlike anything Billie had ever felt before. She felt her whole body grow numb, her legs growing wobbly like jelly. The relief could be felt right between her legs, from the spout where her water poured out like a bursting dam. A jolt of pure pleasure ran up her back, causing her to shudder.
“Uuuu~” She sat, legs spread, revealing her ladyhood and the golden rainfall that fell from the slit between her legs.
A few stray drops dribbled from a tuft of her pubic hair. Her stream intensified, a golden rain, long and thick, smattered the inside of the box and splashed her thighs with a strong sprinkling of pee while the rest fell into the murky waters below with quite the audible piddling.
It sounded like she’d been holding the entire ocean inside her for the whole day. Billie may have been a tall girl, but even she couldn’t contain much in her bladder. Her stream seemed to never end. In fact, it seemed to grow in intensity, multiple streams sputtering from the pale slit between her thighs.
Such delightful sounds. Lacey couldn’t help herself and soon she found herself gawking, watching Billie’s legs tremble gleefully as a shower of steaming piss fell into the darkness below. Pressed against the hole, her looks much pudgier than they really were.
She certainly hadn’t been lying - she did have to piss like a racehorse. Like seven racehorses even. The small room resonated with an ever-growing hissing as her piss kept coming, pouring from her maidenly spigot like somebody had left her tap running.
Suddenly, with a sharp-toothed grin, Billie clasped her legs shut, the fat of her thighs jiggling softly as she shielded her immodesties from Lacey’s leering eyes.
Even when Lacey couldn’t see, she could still hear, listening to the muffled splatters of piss washing wood. It was still quite loud, even when it was muffled by the heft of Billie’s well-endowed thighs.
“If you want to keep looking, it’s going to cost you.” Billie swept aside her fringe, showing her emerald eyes for the first time. She glared, her eyes burning as she gazed at Lacey.
“I-I’m not.” Muttered Lacey, feeling a burning embarrassment that made her cheeks pink. There was nowhere else to look, but finally she forced herself to look away and up at the ceiling.
At least a minute had passed before Billie finally finished. Lacey only knew a minute had passed because she’d been trying to keep count so she could know how much time she would have to pee, but she’d lost count after she started leering between Billie’s legs.
The watery sounds of piss spraying against splintered wood came to a grand conclusion after what felt like an eternity to Billie. Now there was only silence, occasionally a dribble or two, and Billie let out a sigh of relief and shuddered, noting that it had been a good, and desperately needed piss.
With a dopey grin, she clicked the heels of her boots together and played with a tissue in her hands for a second, much to Lacey’s dismay as each second she fiddled with that tissue was a second she could be using to pee.
Billie leant back and gave her dripping wet lips a thorough wipe. “All done.” She said, throwing the damp tissue between her legs to join the rest of her waste.
She got up from the privy and bent down to pull her trousers up. Again, she struggled to pull them up, wrestling with them and cursing quietly while her hands pulled at them.
While she pulled her trousers up, Lacey looked past her and toward the wooden box. She could see the steam rising where Billie had doused the wooden insides. The smell of fresh piss was quite strong.
A prison privy - this kind of foul deed would follow her for the rest of her life. She still flared up a bright red thinking about the petunias she peed on a few summers ago.
“I need to go too.” Lacey squeaked and began her grand quest to inch past the girl twice her size.
But before she could inch past Billie, a hand came toward her, barely missing her. The entire room shook. A fist struck the stone wall inches away from her face, hitting it with enough strength to leave a mark.
Lacey leapt back, and the shock of almost being socked by a mighty fist caused a tremble in her bladder that was nearly enough for her to leak.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Billie growled in a low, deep voice.
Lacey felt her heart pounding against her chest, pure fear was dominating her body. “I… I’m using the privy.” She squeaked through a fearfully formed lump in her throat.
That didn’t seem a convincing answer to Billie, who's dumb grin shifted into some far more malevolent, like a creature changing faces she drew a nefarious gaze. “I don’t believe I said you were allowed to use it.” Her smile had grown sinister, as if the devil himself were grinning. “Around here, if you want to piss, there’s a toll to pay.”
“W-What toll?” Lacey stammered, struggling to remember a single utterance of a toll. “Y-You didn’t m-mention a toll.” Her legs were trembling, and she grew cold.
“Didn’t I say earlier that I was in charge around here? If I say there’s a toll…” Billie paused, brushing aside her fringe and showing her glaring eyes. “There’s a toll. And it’s five silver.”
“F-Five silver? To use the privy?” Lacey blurted out, struggling to keep her voice down. She’d never heard such a ridiculous thing in her life.
But conversation wouldn’t suffice for Billie, who unfurled her free hand while the other continued to block off Lacey from getting to the privy. “Five silver.” She repeated.
Lacey felt an unpleasant wince from her bladder that rocked her whole body. Perhaps it was from the stress of this torrid situation. She doubled over, pressing her hand against her dress and whimpered softly.
This was teasing, more so than her bulging bladder could bear right now - the privy was inches from her and she found herself being barred from using it by a girl twice her size who demanded payment like some kind of Slumlord.
“I… I don’t have five silver.” Lacey admitted through the weakest of whimpers.
Suddenly, a horrendous shudder had her whole body shivering. Lacey bit her lip, her bladder trembling.
Sweet relief was an inch away, and it was driving her crazy. She was itching, more than anything, to get her butt seated over that hole and just release, letting it all flow out of her.
But it wasn’t meant to be, not while Billie was between her and the privy.
Billie’s grin faded and she tilted her head, staring longingly toward Lacey like she was disappointed. “No silver. No privy.” She said with a solemn shrug of her shoulders. There wasn’t even the tiniest crumb of care for her cellmate, who stood doubled, pressing her hands deeper against the crotch of her skirt.
“You can’t c-charge someone to pee!” Lacey continued to protest, knowing she was just wasting her time.
“Oh, I can.” Billie said menacingly, leaning in, her warm breath heaving on Lacey’s neck. Her grin grew and she again uncovered her eyes. “Or else… this happens.”
“What happens?” Lacey feared to ask, but she inquired anyway, her voice trembling as she feared the unexpected.
There was silence, and a few seconds passed. Suddenly, there was a knock against the door, a loud banging that ruptured the steel. “Okay girls! Your two minutes are up! Let’s go!”
It was only the guard, who continued to pommel the door and demand that the girls button up their kegs and leave the privy.
To hear it was only the guard was relief to Lacey, who took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. The way Billie had spoken, she feared it was something far more sinister.
The guard struck the door again. “Come on! Knickers up girls!”
“Time’s up.” Billie giggled.
She was right, and Lacey hated that she was right - Time was up.
Lacey could only gulp, her face drawing a pale colour as the guard continued to bang on the door. This wasn’t fair, not in the slightest - she hadn’t even gotten to pee yet. She was still dying to go, her bladder unrelieved, but she knew the guards wouldn’t care.
The guard kept banging, and banging, and banging. She had no choice but to come out, leaving behind the privy. The thought of having to leave the privy unrelieved did nothing but conjure up an undesirable feeling of fullness that caused the watery contents of her bladder to push down on her poor spout.
Billie swept aside her fringe, and with a teasing smile gestured to the door with her eyes. “Better not keep her waiting. You don’t want yard duty.”
Both girls, though it was only Billie who’d taken a piss, were done. Lacey left first, waddling out, struggling to keep her composure from cracking beneath heavy desperation. She tried to stand up straight, hiding her urge for a pee from the guards.
Beneath her dress, her thighs were shaking, beads of sweat trickling down her bare legs. Her whole body had seized up, the pressure on her muscles was too much and she struggled to hold it. She could feel the sheer volume of her bladder pushing down against her maidenly spout, the only thing stopping a leak was willpower.
She had no choice but to endure it. For now, she clenched any muscles she could, making sure her whole body was seized up. She felt the unpleasant twitches of her anus as she clenched.
The guards were waiting, and the ginger haired warden looked her in the eyes, glaring with some uncertainty. “Done?” She asked.
She wasn’t, but she couldn’t say anything. She knew they wouldn’t care. What was it to them that one of the prisoners didn’t drop her knickers and piss within their arbitrary time limit? “D-Done.” Lacey answered with a strained voice, gritting her teeth as she spoke.
“And Billie?” The other guard, tapping her fingers against her baton.
Before Lacey could answer, the privy door swung open and Billie emerged, buttoning up her trousers and meeting the guards with a shining smile, her eyes once again hidden beneath her fringe. “Right here.” She replied cheerily, stretching out her arms. “Well that was certainly refreshing, nothing better than a good piss before bed.”
“You’re all done then, Billie?” The guard asked again.
“Yep. Tank’s empty and I’m ready for bed.” She patted her pudgy tummy and sighed.
“You too?” The guard raised her baton in Lacey’s direction.
Again, before Lacey could reply, she was interrupted as Billie wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled Lacey close, bringing her face delightfully close to her heaving chest. “She’d done too.” She pet Lacey’s stomach, causing her bladder to twinge and Lacey to whimper quietly.
The guards didn’t seem to notice the discomfort she was in and they walked the girls back to their cell. Again, they were led with one guard in front and the other behind.
As they walked past the courtyard, Billie walked up beside Lacey and whispered in her ear. “No need to worry. They’ll be back to take us to the privy… in the morning.” She cackled mockingly and patted Lacey on the back, again stirring her bladder, stirring violent discomfort between her legs.
“In the morning…” Lacey whimpered, the very thought of enduring a whole night was enough to make her spigot quiver feverishly.
A whole night lying in bed, restrained to her cell, denied the relief her bladder so sorely needed.
They returned to their cell, the guards slammed the door shut and left the girls to their beds.
Billie threw off her trousers, kicked them across the room, once again showing off her long soft legs and jumped onto her bed. She lifted her legs up, again giving Lacey an unflattering view of wincing hole, and turned on her side.
“Have a fun sleep, and make sure you don’t piss the bed.” She cackled.
Lacey ignored her, though she couldn’t promise that she wouldn’t wet the bed, not right now. But she didn’t want to think about it. She climbed up the ladder to her bed and lay down on the lumpy mattress.
Without anybody to see, Lacey finally lifted her dress and lay there with her hands sandwiched between her thighs, holding herself.
At night the city was quiet. Unnervingly so. Nothing could be heard but the cawing of the crows in a nearby belltower. The streets were still, the only motion came from the flickers of the flames in the lanterns, and the buildings were dark, their curtains pulled over and the lights out for the night.
There was nothing for a girl to do but be deep within her own thoughts.
Unfortunately for Lacey, who lay there with her hands still sandwiched between her thighs, her fingers and palms hot and clammy with sweat, she struggled to find anything pleasant in her thoughts. Her mind was firmly fixed on one thing and anything she thought of brought her back to one thing - the dam that was about to burst in her knickers.
Thoughts of the pleasant countryside beside her family home became nothing more than thoughts of the long, stretching grass, the precious privacy they offered, perfect for a desperate girl to hike up her dress and squat down in.
She recoiled at the thoughts in her head, wrapped up thinking about herself squatting down in a tall patch of grass, the wind blowing against her nethers as she took a long, relieving pee outdoors.
Thoughts of her days to the market with the maids quickly delved down into visions of herself crouched behind one of the old buildings, marking the old stone wall with a nice, hot stream of piss in the cold winter air.
It was all too much; for both Lacey and her bladder to bear. Eventually, she stopped thinking.
She lay awake, staring up at the stone ceiling of her cell. Beneath her in the bottom bunk, Billie was fast asleep. Even if she wasn’t plagued by the bursting keg that was her bladder, Lacey felt she would’ve found it difficult with that “creature” sleeping in the bottom bunk.
She snored like a beast possessed, growling and sometimes snarling in her sleep and that still was not the worst of it; Every now and then she’d grunt and rip a fart so violent it would rattle their bed and once she was done she’d sigh happily and start snoring once more.
And then, Lacey started thinking once again. Billie - she was in this situation because of Billie.
What she wouldn’t give to have shown some bravery earlier, some balls, to have pushed that brutish bully aside, telling her to stuff that toll where the sun don’t shine, and sat down on the privy to a long-awaited pee without listening to a single word of that toll nonsense.
But she wasn’t that kind of girl. She was nothing like her siblings; she couldn’t handle confrontation, she never showed the courage or resolve they did. If it had been either of them, they would have thrown Billie out of that privy with her trousers still wrapped around her ankles.
Once again, perhaps for the fifth time tonight, Lacey felt the weight in her bladder pushing down on her maidenhood. She bit down on her lower lip, cringing at the overwhelming discomfort. It was closer to pain than anything she’d felt tonight.
She had to do something, she could feel her spigot twitching, growing closer to a relieving leak.
In silence, she lifted the hem of her dress and lowered her hand, pulling aside the silk of her knickers and slipping the tips of her fingers between her lower lips, feeling the clammy heat against them. With a soft whimper as she entered herself, she pressed her fingers against the soft pink of her maidenly spigot and pushed them against herself.
It offered her some relief, but it wasn’t enough. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her hands between them. Her legs were hot, the feeling of sweaty fat wet against her wrists.
There was no way Lacey could do this all night - writhing in her bed with her fingers pressed between her lower lips, fingering her maidenly spigot. It burned, she could feel the weight of the water in her bladder pushing down on maidenhood again. She grimaced, letting out a soft moan as a strong wave swept over her whole body, causing her to press the palm of her hand against herself.
“Uuuu…” She whimpered, shuddered like she was cold, and turned on her back.
It was getting worse. She was fighting a war against herself, and the pushes were getting worse. The waves of desperate that sent her into feverish fits were close to breaking her. Her bladder was begging for relief, and she was only one bad shiver away from leaking.
At best, Lacey imagined she could only last another half hour or so, and that’s being generous. She could feel it between the soft shivers of her clammy thighs; all it would take was a wave strong enough and her whole body would cave, her muscles would give in to the temptation of sweet watery relief and she’d soil herself.
There was no choice: If she wouldn’t be allowed to use the privy until morning, then she’d have to find… other methods of relieving herself. Thankfully, there was one solution that Lacey had been eyeing up for a while, though she detested the idea - An old rusted bucket in the middle of her cell.
She rolled over onto her side and gazed at the bucket, staring at the splintered wood in the moonlight. It was a sight as tempting as any, one that made Lacey’s lip quiver as it conjured thoughts of sweet relief. “That’s w-what it’s there for… r-right?” She told herself.
Never in her life had she used a bucket as a lavatory, and up until now, right when she was on the verge of yellowing her pristine silken knickers, she’d never entertained the idea. They weren’t acceptable vessels for a lady to tinkle in, but desperate times called for desperate measures and as she felt an impatient twinge between her legs, Lacey knew this was as desperate a time as any.
“I’m going to do it…” She whispered, steeling herself from the shame of what was to come.
After taking a deep breath, she threw aside her sheets and shifted slowly across her bed and toward the ladder. She climbed down, one hand on the ladder and the other between her legs, plugging her spigot.
The snoring beast did not stir in the bed beneath her. Billie lay unconscious, her blanket thrown aside, draped on the floor, revealing her naked legs glimmering in the moonlight.
It appears she didn’t enjoy sleeping with her knickers on either, the only covering she had between her legs was the hem of her long white tunic and even then Lacey could still see tufts of black pubic hair above her slit. It seems didn’t enjoy shaving either.
Lacey slowly placed a foot on the floor, and immediately recoiled in surprise as her bare feet met with stone as cold as ice.
“Eep.” She cried out, suppressing it by covering her mouth.
Still, Billie didn’t budge at the sound. She groaned, her lips twitching, and rolled on her side. She reached behind her and stuck a hand between her round, pudgy cheeks. She started to scratch her arse, digging her fingers deeper between her cheeks and giving her hole a good scratch. Her dumb grin returned as her fingers seemed to go deeper than Lacey cared to think about.
While Billie scratched her arse, Lacey stood in the shadows, waiting for her to stop. She’d stopped moving, freezing in place the second she’d heard Billie stirring.
“Oooh…” Billie sighed, pulling her hand out from between her cheeks and rolling over onto her other side, now exposing her pale arse to the moonlight.
“Okay.” Lacey sighed, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from her forehead. “Uuu… I really need to pee.” She whimpered, her clammy thighs quivering, struggling to support her weight. She stared at the bucket across the room, grinning as she fantasized about the relief she was about to experience.
Just a few steps and she could pee to her heart’s content.
However, upon taking her first step, she felt something grab her wrist. She had no idea what it was, and the only response Lacey could muster was to leap up in fright. It took all of her strength, both mentally and physically to stop a fearful leak from escaping.
She yelped, her whole going cold. Once again she stood frozen in fear, the only part of her that moved during this frightful ordeal were her lower lips, quivering as they longed for that first taste of relief.
“Where are you off too?” It was Billie, and she didn’t sound too happy.
Like a rat caught in a trap, Lacey didn’t move. She remained silent, refusing to make any sound even as Billie tightened her grip around her delicate wrist.
The only response Lacey could muster was to bite her lip. Fear was causing her to struggle, wrapping her tongue up in knots like a ripe. She couldn’t speak a word.
“Out with it!” Billie yelled, tightening her grip around Lacey’s wrist.
“I… I need to relieve myself…” Lacey finally mustered the courage to speak, though she was timid like a mouse.
“Is that so?” Billie relinquished her grip on Lacey’s wrist and pushed her back. Judging by how she spoke, Lacey could tell she was grinning, and not in a friendly way. “Well, we’re not allowed to use the privy until morning, so where are you going to do it?”
“I…” Lacey smacked her lips, feeling her mouth go dry. “I… was going to go in the… in the bucket.” Never had any words sounded so shameful - A Lady, a Noble, a child of Lord Emon and she was forced to admit to a commoner that she intended to take a pee into a rusty old bucket.
The very instant she heard Lacey say the word bucket, Billie’s grin grew from ear to ear, the moonlight adding a sinister air to her smile. It harboured intentions that Lacey couldn’t even begin to imagine.
“That bucket over there?” Bille said, pointing a finger toward the bucket. “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m quite fond of that bucket. It means quite a lot to me.”
“I… what?” Lacey had no idea how to reply. What kind of person was sentimental for a rancid old piss bucket? What kind of nut job had she been locked up with.
“But I suppose if you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go. You’re more than welcome to use it.” She grabbed Lacey’s arm again and this time pulled herself toward her. “For three silver.”
“E-Excuse me?” Lacey again was lost for words, but deep down she knew she should’ve expected this. This wasn’t the first time Billie had tried to get money out of her. Still, even when she heard it the second time, that did not stop it from sounding as absurd as hearing it for the first time.
“You heard me.” Billie giggled. “The bucket costs three silver.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Lacey blurted out. “That’s as ridiculous as charging me five silver to use the lavatory! I’m not paying that!” For once, Lacey stood up for herself and refused to listen to another word.
She stormed off toward the bucket, her hand fiddling beneath her dress to get her knickers down.
However, she only made it a few more steps before she was again interrupted. A tall shadow cast itself over her. When she turned around, she saw Billie sitting up on her bed, her smirk fading.
Even she was sitting down she looked tall, and without pants and the majesty of her untrimmed bush on view, she was still a terrifying presence. “Three silver.” She repeated, baring her teeth like a snarling beast. “Take it or leave it.”
“I don’t even have three silver!” Lacey huffed. “How on earth would I even get three silver in here? They took my purse when I was arrested.”
With a lewd grin, Billie gave her slit a gentle pat. “That’s not my problem.” She giggled. “When you’ve got silver we can do business… well, you can do your business.” She lay back down in her bed and turned on her side. “Until then… you can talk to my arse.”
No, this time Lacey wasn’t going to let herself be bullied by this brute of a girl. She’d already let herself get into this horrible situation and she wouldn’t stand for it any longer. She was dying for a pee and nothing was going to stop her from using that bucket. With a stalwart gaze on her face, Lacey sucked up any fear she had left in her and charged onward toward the bucket.
“Well… y-you can’t stop me.” Lacey said, holding her head up high. Maybe it was just from being so desperate, but she was going to let nothing stop her. She would pee!
The bed frame moaned, creaking under Billie’s weight as she once again sat up. “What was that?” Her voice was cold, like a deadly beast had been awakened from its slumber.
That cold, merciless voice was enough to cause Lacey to freeze. The Noble stood, feet rooted to the ground by fear alone. She trembled, a fearful shiver running up her body. She was almost certain she felt a leak escape.
“Hehe…” She giggled nervously, the colour draining from her face. “I said,,, y-you can stop me, and I’ll just be going back to bed.” Lacey’s attempt at bravery though valiant, had failed spectacularly, and with quivering lips and a bulging bladder unrelieved, Lacey dragged herself back to bed.
Denied the use of the bucket, Lacey waddled back to bed, doing her best to conceal how desperately she needed to go. She may have failed at being brave, but that didn’t mean she was going to give Billie the satisfaction of seeing her break under her stupid rules.
It was a struggle, a truly monumental struggle for the Noble. She kept her thighs squeezed tightly together, letting her clammy legs rub against each other. It caused her to walk awkwardly, like her feet were weighed down. Each step she took was a violent knock against her full bladder, giving her a cruel reminder of how full she truly was.
She could feel a small bulge protruding from her lower tummy. It was hard like a rock. Her bladder couldn’t hold anymore, she was right at her limit and she had to let it out. Somewhere. If she couldn’t do something soon, within the next few minutes at the most, she knew how this would end - with a sopping wet pair of knickers.
She climbed back to the top bunk, taking a moment to push herself against the ladder as a powerful wave against rocked her whole body. The only relief she got from the cry of her bladder was the pressure as she pushed the rungs of the ladder between her legs.
Once she was back in bed, Lacey lay down on her side, fearful of the pain she’d feel if she dared to lie down on her tummy. Between her legs the urges welled like a powerful storm. A strong, watery wave rocked her little boat. Again, she crossed her legs and pressed her fingers up against her spigot, plugging her maidenly spout. She ground her teeth until the discomfort passed.
She tried to think of a solution, something she could do to appease Billie. There had to be something she could do to forgo paying her stupid toll. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, lying in deep thought for a short while.
All day Lacey watched Billie dealing with people, though she kept it to herself. All she knew was that Billie was selling things and once the day was over, she happily counted out the silver she’d made.
Suddenly, Lacey had an idea. Maybe that was it - If Billie fancied herself a “merchant” then perhaps she’d be open to some light bartering. Being the daughter of a Lord, Lacey had plenty to trade; even her skivvies though soaked through with sweat, were worth more than a measly three silver.
She turned on her side and gently inched herself to the edge of the bed. “What if we traded?” She asked, her voice frail and soft now that she was at her limit.
“What if we did?” Billie replied with a clear tone of disinterest.
Lacey was struggling to talk already. Every ounce of strength she had left was focused between her legs, clamping off her quivering dam and keeping water where it belonged. She couldn’t even argue. All she could do was hit and hope, praying that Billie would want something in exchange for letting her pee in the bucket.
“My boots… Dragon Leather - that’s worth way more than three silver.” She whimpered, grimacing as she heard the desperation in her own voice.
“Dragon Leather?” As from a dragon?” Billie inquired, now sounding somewhat interested.
“Y-Yes.” Lacey whimpered, biting down on her lip. “They’re yours if I can u-use the bucket.”
There was a moment of silence, one that lasted longer than Lacey would’ve liked.
“Yeah right.” Billie scoffed. “Do you think I’m that gullible?” She lifted a leg and ripped a bed-rattling fart. “That’s all I’ll offer you for your “Dragon Leather” Take it or leave it.”
“Ooh…” Lacey whimpered, defeated.
If she wanted to appease Billie, she’d have to bring something better than her boots, and there was still something that she had to trade. The very thought made her blush, and if she wasn’t on the brink of pissing herself she wouldn’t have considered it. “Well… w-what about… my k-knickers? R-Real Veruvan silk.”
“Your skivvies?” Billie said with a cackle. “Actually…” She went quiet for a second, obviously absorbed in thought. “Tell you what, I’ll buy your skivvies off you. If you piss in them.”
“W-What!?” Lacey nearly screamed. There were no words to describe how she felt hearing something so vulgar; her cheeks flared up red and suddenly she felt faint. “If I piss myself!?”
“Yep.” Answered Billie. “There’s quite a few people who’d pay a fortune for a pair of soiled skivvies.”
Lacey didn’t need any longer than a second to give her answer. “I’m not going to sell my soiled underwear to you!” She yelled.
“That’s a shame.” Billie yawned and the frame of the bed creaked. “You know, with all this talk of pissing, it’s making me need to go.” She stood up from the bed, scratching her arse sleepily.
She strolled across the cell, toward the bucket and kicked it into the moonlight. She stepped into the light, making sure Lacey could see her. Only her chest was covered, and in the silvery light her arse glimmered, as did her strong legs and bare feet.
At first, Lacey hadn’t noticed that Billie had quite the legs on her, though the only time she had seen them was when Billie was seated on the privy. Her legs were strong, but slender, growing slightly plumper around her thighs and butt, drawing attention to her rear.
When she turned around, Lacey could again see Billie’s maidenhood, her lower lips clearly visible beneath the hem of her tunic, surrounded by a forest of pubic hair.
Billie hovered over the bucket, wiggling her plump backside over it, savouring the next few seconds. She lowered herself down and plopped herself down atop it, the fat of her thighs slowly sinking into the aged wood as she shuffled her butt to get comfortable.
Then, the faintest sound of tinkling resonated between her legs “Ahh~” She sighed.
She lifted her head back, sighed, and played with her hair as she did her business in the bucket. She bit down on her lip and strained, the trickling between her legs intensified, growing heavier, like a heaving downpour she pissed a mighty stream against the wood of the bucket.
“Ooooh~” She sighed again, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on her hands.
Lacey gulped, the sounds proving stressful on her poor bulging bladder, cutting right through her.
As Billie’s water splattered noisily against the bucket, the sound resonating loudly through their cell, Lacey seized up; she wrapped herself up, almost curling into a ball and lay with her knees pressed right up against her face. She let out the weakest whimper and squeezed her legs as tightly as she could, crushing her hands between the clammy fat of her thighs once more.
It was such a tantalizing symphony of sounds. It sounded like Billie was enjoying herself. Lacey could bear listening any longer. She buried her head into her pillow, muffling the watery splatters raining from Billie’s spigot. Her whole body was stirring, writhing, wriggling, all under the sheets of her bed as she forced to listen.
A few seconds passed, though to Lacey it felt like an eternity. Time seemed infinite, like she was to be locked in this position - curled up in a ball, shivering, her fingers digging between her lower lips.
Billie filled the first few inches of the bucket, the sound of piss pattering against the wood turned to a light splashing as her stream was now striking the fresh puddle she had produced.
“Ahh~” She let out a hearty sigh, shifting herself on the bucket and spreading her legs. She lifted herself up, half-squatting over the bucket to allow Lacey a teasing glance of her stream in the moonlight, letting her witness that which she so desperately desired.
The sounds Billie made - the sweet sighs of relief, the heavy splattering of piss against wood, it weighed down on Lacey, breaking down not just her bladder, but her whole being like a hammer against the most feeble of stone.
She turned to face the wall and pressed the pillow over her ears until she could hear nothing.
What Lacey wouldn’t have given for Billie to just disappear. If she did, then she’d be free to hike up her dress, kick down her knickers and plop her butt atop that filthy bucket for a good, long, unending piss.
She was spurred on by teasing thoughts until she could envision it, her maidenhood quivering feverishly at the thought. She was pushed to the brink of soiling herself, the thought growing ever more tempting just so she could savour the delicious relief after being forced to hold it for so long.
And then, under pressure, Lacey did something she’d never done before. Against the watery noises of Billie pissing, she blurted out the words without first thinking. “I’m Lord Emons bastard!” She said, clear as day, her cheeks burning and her heart racing a mile a minute.
She was sworn to never reveal she was a bastard, and she’d never admitted it before, let alone to some peasant perched atop a bucket taking a piss.
Billie heard her, and she went into a position of deep thought. She sat on the bucket, the sound of piss quietly tinkling beneath her and rested her head in her hands. “Good to know, but what’s that got to do with anything?” She shrugged her shoulders without an ounce of interest.
“It means that I can pay you handsomely - Whatever you want! Gold? Gems? A pardon? Name it and you can have it… if I can use the bucket.”
“If you can give me a pardon, why are you still here?” She leant forward, now resting her hands against her bare knees and sitting with her legs crooked. “Surely the daughter of a Lord wouldn’t be spending the night in jail?”
“She’s smarter than she seems.” Lacey muttered to herself. She knew she couldn’t say anymore about what had happened. “It’s… complicated.” She replied.
“Uh-huh.” Billie shook her head, completely unconvinced. “Well none of what you’re offering me does much when I’m in prison, does it?” There was a quiet sound like cloth being torn. “You’re promising me a pardon while you’re still locked up?” She chuckled. “Even better you’d sooner give me a pardon than three measly silver?”
“I’m promising you a lot… more than three silver.” The burning between her legs intensified to the point Lacey was forced to press herself against the mattress, crushing her hands between herself and the mattress. “But you… only get it… if… if I can use the bucket.”
Billie stood up, spread her legs, and wiped the dribbles from between her legs, thoroughly wiping as if she was caressing herself. “Oooh… nothing better than a good piss, right?” She said with a feigned moan, her only intent being to tease Lacey. “Just sitting down and letting it all pour out of you. It’s so refreshing.” She raised her arms and stretched. “I really needed that.”
Her teasing continued to strike at Lacey, digging right down to her core. Billie was right - there was nothing better than a good piss.
It caused Lacey to think only of the intense pressure pushing against her spigot, the shivers around her lower half as her muscles grew weak, and worst of all, the hot spurt that she had accidentally let leak into her knickers.
“Are you even listening to me?” Lacey hissed, the desperation burning through her.
Her Cellmate clearly wasn’t. Billie stood for a moment, scratching her maidenhood and sighed once more. She said nothing, slowly lifted the bucket so the sloshing of its contents could be heard quite clearly, and made her way to the barred window at the corner of their cell.
“Hey!” Lacey continued to try and get her attention.
Billie continued to ignore her and emptied the bucket out of the window. Her piss rained down onto the streets below, hitting with the stone with a mighty splash.
That big watery splash wasn’t even the worst part for poor Lacey, who fixed solely on the sound of dripping as a tiny puddle dribbled from the window and down onto the floor of the cell.
Drip! Drip! Drip! It fell slowly, in a rhythm, every few seconds. Drip! Drip! Drip!
Relieved, Billie strolled back to her bed, patting her tummy. “Not to worry, you’ve got a couple of hours until morning, so either pay the toll or try to hold it until then.”
“Ahh~” Lacey squeaked, her whole body trembling at the thought of waiting even a few more minutes, let alone a few hours.
And then, it happened again. Lacey felt her lower lips twinge and then suddenly she felt her fingers growing warm and wet. Her eyes widened in fear, but this time she did nothing to stop it, letting it happen. Slowly, it trickled down fingers, along her palm and fell onto the lightly soaked silk of her knickers.
She’d leaked again, this time there was more, covering her whole hand. She couldn’t even feel ashamed about it; the relief was just too good, enough that covered her face with her pillow and moaned quietly into it, hiding her relieved cries.
“Oh, silly me, forgot to do something.” Billie sighed and got up from her bed once again.
Something rattled and then Lacey heard a metallic clink. She opened her eyes and against the stone wall, she saw a shadow, something small and square, dangling from the ceiling.
Hey eyes widened, the sight of that swaying object made her spigot wince once more, and again another spurt escaped, dousing her fingers with a fresh dribble of warm piss. “Uuu…” Lacey moaned, crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs feebly, without any more strength.
It was the bucket; Billie had hung up the bucket from an old lantern hook on the ceiling. It was up high, at a height that only Billie could reach. There was no way Lacey would reach it, even on her tiptoes.
That was it, that was the sign that she may as well give up.
“Well good night.” Billie said with a feigned tone of kindness.
As soon as Billie fell back to sleep, Lacey let out a soft whimper. She writhed around in total agony, whimpering. Her lips quivered and she could only quell it by biting down on her lower lip. Between her sweaty, squirming thighs, her damp fingers wriggled deep between her lips, pressed against her dripping wet spigot.
She fingered her soft spot with as many fingers as she could, using whatever strength she had to keep another spurt from spilling into her knickers. She could still the last two soaking into the silk of her knickers, giving her lower lips a soft, wet kiss.
The next leak would be more than a leak. Lacey could feel it. The next one would be her undoing, the turning of the tap that lets the water run free.
She pushed her fingers deeper, right to the tip of her spigot, until they could go no further. She could feel that final leak coming. This was it. She could feel it as her bladder twinged. Her whole body was growing weak and at last she had no more strength to stop it, all of her willpower too had been extinguished.
She was going to wet herself, a grown girl, a Lady of Lord Emon’s court and she was about to piss the bed like a little girl.
All there was left to do before the inevitable soiling was to bury her head deep in the rough fabric of her pillow, hiding herself within the darkness. Lacey pushed her face into the pillow; she didn’t want to see the world while she was doing it.
A tear ran down her cheek and soaked into the pillow; she squeezed herself tighter and continued to finger her soft spot, readying herself as she could feel a wave as strong as the sea rocking her little boat.
And then, with a trembling tongue, and her whole body on the brink of collapse, Lacey lifted her head from the pillow and let out the weakest whimper. “P-Please… l-let me use the bucket.” She begged to Billie, her voice going soft like a child. “I… I need to go. I’ll do anything… just let me p-pee… p-please.”
Never had she begged, but right now at the brink of pissing herself, she felt helpless enough to try. What did she have to lose? Even when her Cellmate tried to shake three silver out of her and then taken delight in teasing her and her bladder, Lacey continued to believe she could fracture this girls icy heart.
There was silence in the chamber, the only sounds came from the bed frame creaking as Lacey danced in desperation.
Finally, Billie sighed. “Okay… I’ll give you a freebie.” She said, her voice low and with a hint of regret. “It’s one use only, understood? Make the most of it because your next piss is going to cost you.”
Billie stood up and walked across the cell, a hefty shadow strolling the dark. She walked toward the bucket, reached up and lifted it down from the lantern hook, chucking it to the floor. “There. Now make it quick.” She gestured to the bucket, now sitting freely on the floor.
Without time to say anything, Lacey seized this moment of kindness. She kicked aside her blanket and wormed her way along her, slid down the ladders and ran toward the centre of the room. The sight of that little wooden bucket sitting in the moonlight was too much for her bladder to handle.
She was weak at the knees, her whole body shivering like she had a fever, and her mind was clouded by nothing more than thoughts of sweet relief in that puny wooden bucket.
The thoughts too proved to be too much for her toppling bladder, and Lacey leaked again. It was the biggest leak, like a flood, bursting from between her legs and dousing her fingers until they were soaking wet. It poured down her hands and soaked into the seat of her knickers. “Uuu… just another second…” She cried, begging her bladder to contain itself just a little longer.
It was impossible, she felt another leak, larger than the last, and then another. Her hands grew wet and warm, as did her knickers, soaking through with a growing stain of hot piss.
Lacey no longer cared about her dignity. She no longer cared about looking like a lady, nor did she care about composing herself in the presence of rabble. Right now, all she cared about was getting herself down over that bucket and relieving herself so she could once again know the blissful feeling of emptiness.
She’s never been so excited to see rusted steel and splintered wood before.
Under the moons silvery light, Lacey hiked up her skirt, flashing Billie a sight of her stained, silky frillies. She could only use one hand, the other was still thrust between her legs, giving her quite the bulge beneath her knickers.
She didn’t care if Billie saw them, even as she made a lewd comment about how cute they were.
She threw her skirt up and grabbed the hem with her mouth, biting down on it to keep it from floating back down. With feverish fingers she tried to pull down her knickers, struggling to move them as she fought against the shivers that made her thighs jitter.
There was another leak, and Lacey was powerless. Completely powerless. The seat of her knickers were now soaked completely through, staining the soft white a warm yellow. She could feel it, the warm, wet embrace of the damp patch clinging to her thighs, making it even more of a struggle to remove them.
It was the closest that Lacey had ever gotten to a real fight - a fight that had to be fought with sweaty palms and her nether regions as hot and clammy as a warm summer day. But that wasn’t going to stop her. Finally, after struggling, she managed to hook her fingers beneath the silk clinging to nethers and yanked them, grimacing as the dampness rolled down her legs.
“Oh… Ooh…” She whimpered with a faint cry of success.
The sight of her soaking silk knickers hung around her knees was enough for her bladder. All that mattered to her was that her knickers were off. Lacey paused for a moment, feeling her whole body grow weak. At last, it all came flooding down like a bursting dam. She felt everything in her bladder descend, rushing toward her maidenly spigot. “Ahh… It’s c-coming out!” She cried, cheeks flaring.
She could feel a warm sensation between her legs and her lower lips growing wetter. She couldn’t stop the leak that followed, the stray spurt dribbled between her fingers and struck the stone beneath her legs. Lacey froze, realizing that was not the end of it.
There was another leak, only this time it didn’t end. It doused her fingers, a shower of pee dribbling down her palm, but it kept coming, pouring between her legs until her hands were soaked.
“Ah… Ahh…” She cried with a tremor of relief in her voice. She was going, peeing on the floor, her stream was splattering the stone between her legs, dampening her ankles. “Oooh~” She continued to cry, walking on toward the bucket.
At last she was standing over it, but there was time to savour this victory. Lacey quickly stood over the bucket, letting some of her pee fill the bottom of it. The relief was tremendous, only growing stronger the more she let go. Her legs were trembling, her knees giving way, but that didn’t stop her.
She squatted down, straddling the bucket to keep balance and plopped herself down atop the ring. Her cheeks sank into the ring, and the heavy sound of her flowing river was muffled by the soft fat of both her butt and thighs as she sat with her legs closed.
The ring of the bucket was still warm after Billie had used it, and she could feel a few stray patches of wetness around it, but right now Lacey didn’t care.
She managed to avoid completely drenching the floor and at last she was here, the wooden throne that she’d been pining for all night. Her lips formed into a crooked smile, quivering as she was thrust into a feeling of unexplainable bliss.
Resting her hands atop her knees and leaning back, Lacey at last could relax and let nature run its course. All of the fluids she had been holding were now pouring into the bucket, filling the cell with a muffled, but quite audible tinkling.
“Ooooooooooh~” Lacey moaned, throwing her head back.
She slumped down on the bucket, letting the overwhelming feelings of pleasure take over. Her whole body went numb, her legs were like jelly, trembling. Between her thighs, it rained a glorious golden storm, the heavy flood of piss pelted the splintered rim of the bucket with quite a force.
She could feel her bare thighs being splattered by the tiny splashes of piss that struck the side of the bucket. Lacey could only shuffle back an inch, stopping when she felt her butt hanging over the side of the rim. Even then, the force of her stream was too much to stop pale, slender legs from being doused.
Right now, Lacey didn’t care. Even if the feeling was grossly warm, Lacey couldn’t care.
A jolt of overpowering relief shot up her back and through her whole body. She felt it most between her legs, her maidenhood twinging with delight. Her thighs were growing wetter, dribbles of stray pee were running down her legs and dribbling onto the rim of the bucket. She could feel it between her buttcrack too - stray dribbles of warm pee that crept toward her knot before falling into the bucket.
She straddled the bucket tightly and grunted, pushing down on her bladder and straining. Her anus winced as all of the pressure went on her lower body. It was enough force that she drew dangerously close to breaking wind, feeling a little bubble right on the knot of her butthole, but she held it.
The hissing sounds intensified, even after a solid thirty seconds, Lacey was nowhere near done, her stream still going strong, filling the bucket to its halfway point.
The scent of fresh piss was beginning to fill the chamber, as was a light air of steam that rose from the heat of her water resting in the bucket. It lingered, leaving the air feeling a tad hotter.
“Hmmm~” Lacey continued to moan and relaxed her grip on the bucket, letting herself lean forward and resting her hands atop her knees.
She could finally feel the balloon that was her bladder growing smaller, deflating. The small bulge that she felt protruding from her tummy was shrinking, growing with every passing second she filled the bucket.
Through this minute long orgy of blissful, watery relief, as Lacey indignantly filled the old splintered bucket with glee, Billie remained quiet. She lay on her bed, watching Lacey pee, enjoying it with a wide grin on her face.
She didn’t think to say anything, or to act at all. She simply lay there in her bed, taking delight in a desperate girl at last getting her long awaited relief.
Time passed quickly for Lacey, and at last her thick stream was reduced to a few dribbles falling into a steaming sea of yellow. The sound of water striking water became a quiet tinkling once more.
Lacey sat there, her dress hiked up over her knees and her damp knickers wrapped around her ankles. She sat quietly, legs crooked, resting her head in her hands until she was finally empty.
She couldn’t believe it - it was over. At last, after a whole day of torture, it was finally over. “Ha… Ha… Ha…” She panted, gasping for breath.
Straining herself had been exhausting and she needed a moment to take a breath and regain her composure.
The rising steam from the heat of her piss wafted up, warming her bare arse in a pleasurable way. Lacey grinned, the feeling of the heat tickling her cheeks. She straightened up on the pot and stretched, clicking her heels against each other.
All was right in the world again. There was nothing to do now but bask in the relief that followed after a desperately needed piss.
There was nothing to describe how Lacey was feeling. There were no words, no actions, no anything to describe the overpowering relief that had taken over her. All she could do was sit there, panting for breath, letting the occasional shudder of pleasure take her.
Her whole body felt warm and a bead of sweat was dripping from her forehead.
She felt like she had just gone through a rigorous exercise. The kind of physical exertion that would’ve had the best men falling down and fainting. Heavens knew she felt like she could collapse right now. She was exhausted, tapped out, her whole body fatigued both physically and mentally.
She finally knew how it felt - to hold it to the brink of wetting herself and then to let it all out. She finally knew the sweet water relief, the delightful pleasure as her bladder shrunk as she was surrounded by a liquid symphony of her own making.
This feeling - this is why people loved to brag about the amazing piss they’d just taken. For so long, she had believed it to be nothing more than juvenile talk, but at last she understood why they did, like she’d cracked the code of the universe.
Once she had caught her breath, and her mind was unmuddled from the haze that sweet relief had left her in, she looked up, toward Billie who was sitting in her bed. “T-T… T-Thank y-you…” She still struggled to give her thanks through her sighs and pants. “Ah...ha...ha…”
“Think nothing of it.” Billie grinned, though this time there was something friendlier about her smile. “Besides, I’ve always wanted to see a lady take a piss. You really do piss like us common folk, huh?”
“A Lady?” Lacey furrowed her brow, confused.
“Yeah.” Billie nodded and leant toward the edge of her bed. “You said you were Lord Emon’s bastard - that’d make you a Lady even if he did put his arrow in a whores quiver, right?”
“Right…” Lacey nodded in agreement. She had completely forgotten that she having this conversation while on the bucket. “You didn’t believe me before, so why believe me now?”
Billie giggled. “No back alley girl has a pair of knickers that dainty.” She pointed between Lacey’s legs. “You weren’t kidding were you? Veruvan silk.”
“What? How…” Lacey glanced down and at first sight, she felt her cheeks burning red. Her knickers were wrapped around her ankles, the delicate white silk now coloured a light yellow. “Ahh! Don’t look! Don’t look!” She cried, bending over to hide her stained delicates from view.
She kicked them off and slid them beside the bucket to deal with them alter. “I’ll take that as a compliment…” Lacey paused as she reached up to grab a shred of cloth from the window sill. She took one and was just about to wipe when she noticed Billie watching from her bed.
“C-Could I have some privacy please?” Lacey said, now feeling somewhat comfortable talking to Billie. “J-Just while I… w-wipe.”
“I guess.” Billie shrugged and covered her head with her pillow, leaving herself a small gap so she could spy.
Lacey wiped and threw the shred of cloth into the bucket. Billie watched her through the small gap beneath her pillow, feeling a light tickle in her maidenhood as she watched Lacey wipe herself.
The bucket, which wasn’t exactly too big to begin with, was almost completely full. Lacey glanced down between her legs, seeing her own reflection in the pale water. Her own piss was mingling with the fragments of Billie’s, turning the mixture of their fluids a light, cloudy yellow.
At last, she was finished. Lacey stood up from the bucket and let her dress fall down, covering her. She looked across the cell, noticing a small trail of dribbles, each one larger than the last until they finally finished between her feet. Lacey blushed, but she didn’t think too much of it. Right now, feeling relieved, she picked up her soggy knickers and went back to her bed.
As she climbed the ladder, the bed frame rocked, and again Lacey saw a fist in front of her. It missed her and once again struck the wall, stopping her from climbing another step. “Hold up…” Billie said, returning to her menacing form, her voice low.
“W-What?” Lacey squeaked, that panic she had felt earlier in the privy returning.
Billie’s smirk grew, and she turned her fist, grinding it into the wall. Slowly, her palm opened, revealing several gold coins.
“That’s…” Lacey couldn’t believe it.
“Ten gold.” Billie replied, shuffling the coins in her palm with her fingers. “You wanted to sell me your knickers earlier.” Her smile grew softer.
Lacey had completely forgotten about that, and hearing it again did nothing but cause her to feel humiliated. “T-Ten g-gold?” She stammered, unsure what to say. “F-For my p-panties?”
“And I’ll waive the privy toll… for a week.” Billie grinned again, this time that friendly grin had returned, like she was talking to a friend.
“Just for my p-panties?”
“You said they were Veruvan silk, right?”
Lacey didn’t have much more to say, and after thinking it over, she finally decided to sell her panties to Billie. It was ten gold, and she had been teleported far from home without much more than a few measly silver. And after tonight, after the display she had unknowingly put on for Billie while sitting on that bucket, selling her soiled skivvies no longer felt like the sin she’d thought of it as.
Billie took the panties and waited until Lacey climbed back into her bed. Once the coast was clear she took a deep breath, steadying her beating heart. “The soiled knickers of a Lady.” She whispered to herself, squeezing the soiled skivvies in her hands.
This was a moment she had been waiting for. At last, she had the soiled skivvies of a Lady, though they were not thoroughly soaked, it was enough for her to enjoy.
As the clock in the town rang out for three in the morning, Billie slid under the covers, and with Lacey’s pee-soaked knickers beside her, she let her fingers wander south between her lower lips.
With a sinful smile, Billie began to pleasure herself.
The End |
It's my first attempt to write a story from the third person, so excuse me if anything feels inauthentic. Also, English isn't my native language, and I'm sorry in advance for any mistakes.
"Phew, that was a looong meeting," June said, walking out of the room before Mia, "I'm so happy we can finally go for a lunch. I'm starving."
That was Mia's onboarding meeting as a new employee. It took much longer than expected, and for the last half an hour of it she just couldn't pay attention... because, honestly, she shouldn't have drunk so much coffee and dispenser water before it. June, her supervisor for the upcoming few weeks, seemed a nice person, but Mia was too shy to ask where the bathroom was - she hoped to find it by herself. And now that June had waited that long to have her lunch, it would be equally impolite to make her waste more time, or to refuse to go with her. Mia felt her face turning a little red from conscience and pressure.
"Okay, let's move," June continued, "I'll show you where we usually eat. It's a nice lunch bar."
Actually, a cafe wasn't a bad idea. There would be a WC there, for sure. Mia immediately got more confident upon the thought that the relief was near... Although at a small pace, she followed June, looking just cool.
Woah, was that place crowded! It was business lunch time, and it looked like everyone from every office in the area was there. June unhesitantly took the shortest line to the counter. Mia looked around, getting closer and closer to the bursting point. What was that mob around the corner?! Oh no... It was the bathroom line. For a second, she was about to tell June that she needed to go, and take the line. But June would probably answer "oh c'mon, we'll be back to the office in no time" or something like that. And even if she wouldn't say anything, she would definitely be annoyed by having to wait for Mia... It would be so awkward! No, there was no other way but hold through the lunch. Mia clenched her fists and hoped it wouldn't take long.
"I just love the ginger lemonade they serve here!" June exclaimed cheerfully. "You need to try it, it's awesome. I'll take a liter for us."
"Oh, count me out, I don't want to drink anything," Mia squeaked, forcing a smile.
"Just a little, to wash the food down. I promise you'll like it."
Finally they paid and sat at the table. Mia managed to keep from moaning and putting a hand on her crotch, and soon felt a bit better, probably because of the seat pressing firmly and soothingly against her sore peehole. She even got genuinely engaged in a conversation with June and drank somewhat more than a few gulps of the lemonade, which really turned out great.
And... of course that was something she regretted deeply as soon as she stood up. Her bladder immediately felt like a kettlebell. Mia staggered and squeezed her legs as hard as she could, but it didn't help at all. She really, really needed to use the bathroom, otherwise she would wet her pants. Any movement could cause leaking now. She hopelessly glanced at the WC line, and yes, it was even longer than before.
"Are you okay?" June asked. "Let's go, there's a lot I need to show you today."
"Yes, sure," Mia mumbled, doing her very best to stand straight. Their building is not too far away, she thought. Just one more step. Just one more step...
Finally there! Mia exhaled so loudly that everyone must have heard it, but she didn't care. Soon she'll take the most long-awaited pee in her whole life. Just a quick elevator ride. Just a few seconds.
...With a jerk that almost made Mia's bladder pop, the elevator stopped. What?! No! This can't be real. This can't be happening! She pressed one button after another frantically, but of course it was of no use.
"Seems like we're stuck," June sighed. "Are you panicking? I hope you're not claustrophobic?"
"No," Mia gasped out. She was leaning against the wall, huge drops of sweat running down her face and neck, teeth clenched in a grimace. Every muscle in her body ached from tension, but it couldn't help, she just couldn't hold anymore.
"Oh, I see..." June said sympathetically, "you need to pee... You should've gone after lunch, I'd have waited for you! Is it really that bad?"
"Ah, no, not at all," Mia whined, knowing it was an obvious lie, but too embarrassed to admit the truth. Her face was on fire. Trying to hide her condition was already useless, though; she was definitely leaking. And about to cry, too. Mia took a deep breath.
"How long do you think it can take?" she asked almost apathetically. No matter what the answer can be - five minutes or five hours - she doesn't have this time. She's pissing herself.
"Such thing haven't happened before," June replied, "so I have no idea. Mia, I'm sorry but I can clearly see it's an emergency. I know it's not the kind of help that is easy to accept from a random person, but, listen, I have a pack of adult diapers in my bag. Bought them this morning for my grandma. Fancy one?" June pulled one diaper out and waved it in the air.
Mia stared at her in an utter shock. "No, June, I can't do it!" The next moment she felt a big spurt escaping her exhausted bladder and screamed helplessly. She was too scared to look down, but realized that her light blue jeans were turning darker between her legs. Mia couldn't help tears running down her cheeks. Soon they'll be saved from this elevator, but nothing can save her from humiliation. It's her first day on her dream job, and the last as well. She won't be able to deal with all these people after facing them in completely soaked pants. Quitting is the only option. Except...
"June, please," she whispered, "give me that thing." With a compassionate smile, June handed it. "Promise you won't watch." "How could you think I'd want to!" grunted June, acting very insulted, and covered her eyes with both hands.
So, it was unthinkable, but Mia was about to do it. She unzipped her jeans - by touch; she couldn't even see her pelvis because of a bulge so big she hardly believed it could be stored inside her body. She was ashamed to even look at the diaper in her hand, but she had no choice. She unwrapped it and put it between her legs.
The moment it touched her privates, the stream got unstoppable. Mia peed and peed and peed, without thinking of the sound, the smell, or diaper capacity - she couldn't do anything about any of these things anyway.
Finally, it was over. She zipped her pants back and tucked the diaper inside as deep as she could. The wet patch was relatively small, and she hoped there would be a dryer in the office bathroom.
"June... Thank you so much."
"At your service," June grinned, "I'm your supervisor, remember? Now what's that sound? Are we moving?"
In a few seconds, the doors opened, and Mia saw a bunch of colleagues cheering for their escape. Still slightly light-headed, she could only think of how lucky she actually was. "I'm off to a good start, after all!" |
By the end of another hour, Sean was on the verge of pissing himself. He had no clue as to how he managed to not lose control all this while. Probably, the desire of saving himself from embarrassment helped him to hold on. His stomach was so bloated from the enormous amounts of urine in his bladder. He was full. So full that he clenched all his muscles with whatever strength he had.
He sat on the edge of his chair and rocked back and forth. He had heard of the term "bursting to pee", but until now, he never really had the opportunity to experience it in its full glory. There were times when he was desperate, or when he ached so bad from wanting to pee, or when he felt like he really needed to go, but this time, he was bursting!!! Literally. The urine had descended to his shaft and he could feel the liquids relentlessly pushing at his pee hole. The only thing that still held it in were the occasional strokes to his penis, thereby rendering it hard. Yes, he was finally fully erect and utterly desperate to urinate. Somehow, he had to get to the toilets, or he would end up emptying his bladder right there. On his chair. In his pants.
Richard glanced over at Sean and saw him jiggling his legs uncontrollably. He was pale and red in the face at the same time. His eyes trailed down to Sean's super tight crotch and saw his rigid member standing up and throbbing.
Sensing Richard's eyes on him, Sean cast a wayward glance and saw him smiling. "What?" he snapped.
"Nothing." Richard smiled even more and nodded his head. Leaning towards Sean with an elbow on the chair, he whispered, "you really love me, don't you?"
Sean simply swallowed. He was in the right mood to unleash hell on him but doing so could burst his bladder. "Please let me go pee buddy, I can't hold it anymore, please... I need relief.... right now!" He could hardly talk, he was struggling to contain himself.
"You want to pee?" asked Richard quietly.
"Badly," he stated.
"How bad?"
"See look, I don't want to play these silly games. I was already desperate for a piss in the car, all I wanted was to get down, run to the bathroom and pee, and you didn't let me. And that was more than two hours back."
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad do you need to go?"
"Are you dumb? I said I don't want to play!" Sean shot back.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how bad do you need to go?" Richard repeated firmly. He wasn't going to back down.
"Twenty. Happy? Richie, I'm going to go pee whether you like it or not. I'm not going to piss myself in front of all these people like you want me to." His eyes watered from being hit by a massive wave of desperation. He squeezed his crotch and rocked back and forth to control himself.
"Now when did I say that?" He asked coyly. "I never asked you to piss yourself in public, on the contrary, I had asked you to do otherwise."
"Oh, just shut up, Richard!" Sean hissed frantically.
Richard threw his head back and chuckled quietly.
Holding his wiener, Sean bobbed his legs up and down. He wasn't in the position to keep toying around. He had to go urgently. Anymore waiting could end up in humiliation.
Richard enjoyed his lover's predicament in silence, then reached out for Sean's crotch and cleared off his hands before holding it himself. Being hard and erect, it didn't take much to grasp it in his own. "Full erection, check." He slid up and down Sean's stiff penis, making him want to pee worse than before.
"What are you doing? Don't do that!" He hissed dangerously, shooting frantic glances around the hall. The place was packed with people and though all of this happened under the table, chances are that 'someone' was due to find out. Richard did things to him that made his urge to urinate unbearably urgent. Panicking, he clenched his thighs shut.
Enjoying his plight, he reached out for Sean's bladder and felt its structure. It was round and bloated. The waistband of his pants were tight, a clear sign that his bladder was filled to the brim and bursting. He gently pressed down on it, forcing the urine to push its way out to the tip of his penis. "Richie, no, I'll... don't do that! I'm losing it!" Sean cowered in his seat as his desperation reached a new level of urgency.
Richard swallowed. Sean's desperation was doing things to him. He held his penis like a wand and slipped and slid over it, all the way from the base to the tip.
Sean moaned quietly, dying from the need to empty his bladder. His touch also sent waves of pleasure and relief coursing down his pee cum sex organ. Eyes watering, he clenched his lips before letting out a long, quiet puff.
"You guys okay?" Came a voice from across the table, shocking them. It was one of their friends at the party. He was seated at the same table as them. It was a large table meant for 16.
Richard's hand immediately paused under the table, but stayed right there, on Sean's penis. "Yeah, we're fine, why ask?" He was alarmed, but handled the situation so smoothly that no one could make out.
"Nothing, you kind of look disturbed, especially Sean," he stated.
"M-me? No..." Sean lied. For a moment, he had considered telling the truth, anything to free himself from his predicament. However, that would mean leaving the table with a full blown erection.
"Sure?"
"Yeah man, I'm okay," responded Sean in a strained voice.
Mr. Interruption, or how they'd like to address their 'friend' for now, started a long and unnecessary conversation about old times. The others at the table joined in, making things even harder for Sean.
Richard, nevertheless, slowly resumed his activities under the table, challenging Sean to not piss himself in this situation.
But Sean had other things on mind. |
Nightwing and Robin(Damian) were on patrol, they've been on the rooftop for about half an hour by then.
It was rather cold, the two of them both wanted to get done quickly, but they had to stay on alert, as there were talks of a breakout at Arkham Asylum that night.
Damian was growing the most anxious among the both of them, normally he can withstand the conditions, but tonight he had another pressing issue.
Tonight, along with the cold, another sensation overcame him, the need to pee. At the moment, it wasn't urgent, but was at risk of becoming so soon.
It was thanks to the Hot Choclate he drank earlier, Dick tried to warn him, but Damian was freezing, and needed something to warm him up.
Now he is stuck out here, on a rooftop, not alone either.
Sure, he could go find a corner on the roof to go, or ask to go find somewhere more private, but he was an Al Ghul, he had his pride.
In the Al Ghul family, you had to be strong, like a perfect soldier, you cannot have a weakness, and conveying the urge to pee was seen as such.
And if you had an accident, that was even worse.
Damian learned that the hard way when he was 6, and had an accident while training, then was hit for it.
No, he cannot let Dick know of his predicament, he does not want to be seen as weak.
Dick knew something was wrong, he watched curiously as Damian danced around, and when Damian thought he wasn't looking, he grabbed himself a few times.
"Uh, Damian?" He looked at the boy, who in turned straightened up immediately upon being spoken to.
"Yes Nightwing?" Damian looked at him. "Do you uh, need to pee?" The man in blue asked.
"I'm fine," Damian insisted. "Whatever you say," Nightwing sighed, "just don't hold yourself back for my sake, it's okay if you need to."
"I said I'm fine!" Nightwing frowned, clearly he wasn't, but he wouldn't cave to his needs, and Dick didn't know how to convince him otherwise, he just hoped the boy didn't end up having an accident.
15 minutes passed, the boy's need only grew.
He wondered how he could get away, without Dick's notice, but it was hopeless.
Why did they have to come here anyway? If the criminals broke out, they could come then, but it's too damn cold out now for this shit.
"It's okay Robin, just go," Nightwing said, with a slightly annoyed voice. He knew Damian could be stubborn, but this was a little much.
Damian badly wanted to listen, but he knew the instant he caved, he would be deemed weak, and he couldn't risk that, not with what he had now.
"I don't need to, it's just really cold out here," he insisted yet again.
'You won't give up, will you?' Dick gave him a strange look, and Damian didn't know what to make of it.
"Look, I've had to go on patrol, even Batman has had to do it too, it's really not a big deal."
'It was a lie,' Damian had convinced himself, 'He just wants to exploit how weak I am, so he can use it against me later.'
As time passed, it became apparent that this whole stakeout was becoming a dud, but Nightwing didn't have the courage to say so, and Damian was too focused on his own problem to say anything.
Dick was finding it harder to watch the boy, he looked miserable, and Dick could not understand why he would not go.
Dick also had to go himself, and was tempted to go so he could make a point that it was okay.
Damian's need was growing increasingly worse, he could only wait anxiously for them to end the patrol session, which didn't seem to be anytime soon.
Dick's patience was thinning, he could tell Robin's need was getting worse, and he wished the kid would just go.
Eventually Dick gave up with telling the kid, figuring he should figure things out on his own, though if the boy did end up wetting himself, he had no idea what he would do.
"Wait, I see something," Damian said, temporarily forgetting his predicament, looking below at a figure wearing a black suit, sneaking into an abandonded building.
"Let's go!" The new boy wonder said, and withdrew his grappling hook, but was stopped by Nightwing before he used it.
"Wait, let's see what they are going to do." Nightwing said, watching curiously at the figure stepped inside.
They didn't have to wait long for the answer, soon 3 more figures approached, one seemed to be carried by the other 2, unconcious, or barely concious.
Now the situation was getting serious.
"Let's go!" Nightwing made the call this time, to Robin's disappointment.
They were now on top of the building that those people went into. Robin managed to hold on, but his bladder was hanging by a thread, the movement made his bladder make it's presence known, now is the perfect oppurtunity to go, as the situation they were about to get into could get dangerous real quick.
Perhaps he should just go, Dick may laugh, he may not let him on missions again, but he couldn't bear the thought of pissing on himself in front of him, that's way worse than him just knowing of his need.
They peeked inside, over a small hole in the ceiling.
A man was tied to a chair, 3 other men were standing around him, taking turns saying something to the man.
Damian decided to give in, the time to go was right then, he was beginning to tell Dick, when the man interrupted him.
"Time to strike!" He gave the order, Damian didn't react, just shook his head. "I-I can't, I need to go first." The words were out now, he admitted the truth.
Dick internally groaned, "there's no time now," he said, "you should have gone when asked, now be a big boy and hold it," He only meant it in a teasing way, but he didn't know how much Damian hated those words.
Dick had said the forbidden words, the ones he despised most, it brought back a terrible memory.
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"Grandpa, I need to go to the bathroom," Damian said to R'as, Damian was six and currently training with R'as Al Ghul at the temple.
"You are a big boy now, Damian, so you need to control your bladder like a big boy," He said firmly. Damian groaned and squeezed himself, he had to go very badly, but his grandpa wasn't letting him go, he was worried he may not make it.
He didn't, and grandpa was beyond mad when it happened, causing Damian to feel utter shame, he was also hit several times for it.
That was the last time Damian wet his pants.
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Now here he was, 12 years old, and about to wet himself again.
They entered the building immediately, no questions asked, just got straight to work.
"Stop, get away!" One of the men yelled, "we just want our money back, and he wasn't givin' it to us."
"Yeah," another man agreed. But the team wasn't listening, and soon 2 out of 3 men were knocked out, now there was only one man left.
Damian was becoming aware of something rather unpleasant, while taking down the two men, the velocity of his and Nightwing's movements caused him to leak some. 'Shit,' he thought 'I hope nothing else comes out.'
But he jinxed it, because a few more drops leaked with that thought, much to his horror.
Before they knew it, the last man was taken out.
Sweet freedom, now Damian can finally go relieve himself, but the victory was short lived, because when he started to walk, his bladder seized.
It began to come out, and there was no possibility of stopping.
It slowly started to saturate his entire suit, his Robin suit, he definitely will not be able to wear it again.
It felt so good to finally release everything, but with the good feeling came the bad, as horror began to come over him.
Now Dick had seen him do it, and he's going to be hurt, and he'll really be labelled a baby forever, maybe he won't even be allowed on patrol again.
Dick had his back turned to give the kid his privacy while he went, and silently groaned to himself, now he's going to have to deal with cleaning him up. And how in the world is he going to manage Robin and these men?
Soon the stream stopped, Damian looked up at Dick with fearful eyes, "I'm s-sorry," he said, then ran off to go hide.
'Okay that was odd,' Dick thought to himself, he hoped the boy is okay.
He searched the building, finally he found Damian in a little corner. The poor boy was shaking, seemed to be having a panic attack.
"Damian!" Dick said, causing the poor boy to flinch.
Not minding the state of the boy, he took the shaking boy in his arms, and held him until he calmed.
"Damian, it's me Dick," he said, "you're okay now." He could feel the wetness seep though his own uniform, but he didn't care, Damian's well being was more important.
Eventually Damian quit shaking, but was still quietely sobbing. They sat there like that for another 10 minutes, until the sobbing quieted down.
"You okay now?" Dick asked. "No," came Damian's feeble reply.
"You're okay now, this can be cleaned, easy." He assured the boy. "T-that's a lie, Damian said, "You think I'm a weak kid who can't control his bladder, internally you are laughing, now this is probably the last time I'll get to come on a mission with you."
Dick was confused, "Now where did you get a silly idea like that?" He asked.
"In the Al Ghul family, you are weak if you admit you need to go during something important, and you are denied the request until it's over. If you don't make it, you are even weaker for it, and hit for being so weak." Damian replied.
Dick was shocked at that answer, "you were hit for having an accident?" Damian nodded.
"That's awful, here, Damian look at me," he instructed the boy, who did just that.
"This is not the Al Ghul family, we are the Wayne/Grayson family, it's okay to have an accident, some things can't control. It doesn't make you less, even I had a couple accidents, and when I was older than you. Hell, one night I even had to go so badly on patrol, and it was cold and raining, so I wet my Nightwing suit, no one else noticed, plus it warmed me up some." Dick laughed, he was a little embarrassed having just told that story.
"Just don't go spreading it around," he said as an after thought. "You really did that?" Damian cocked an eyebrow, Dick nodded. "Wait until I tell Tim and Jason."
"You wouldn't," Dick gave him a look. "Nah," Damian said, "but I hope that's not the same suit." He joked.
"Speak for yourself," Dick said. "But yeah, this is a different one," he admitted. "Good, I'm retiring this suit when we get home, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Damian replied.
"Thanks, and yours is safe with me as well, though Alfred might see." "I'm not worried about Alfred, he probably knows way more than we will ever find out about each other, or even father especially."
"Yeah, that's true," The older of the two agreed.
"Thanks Dick, you really helped, Damian smiled, he genuinely meant it.
"Your welcome Damian, now let's get home, I bet those clothes aren't comfortable," he stood up, Robin followed suit.
"You're right, but what do we do about them?" Damian gestured towards the knocked out villians.
"I'll call Gordon, and tell him there was a family emergency, and he'll need to take over."
"Makes sense, but what about..." Damian looked at the puddle, not wanting to finish his sentence, didn't want to be reminded of his secret shame.
"Hmm," Dick looked around for something, there was a hose near the wall, but long enough it will reach.
He pulled out the hose to the bodies, then Damian turned it on, Dick poured it over the main agressor's pants, just enough until the puddle was just big enough that it blended with the original puddle.
"There now they can't tell," Dick smiled, then made the call to comissioner Gordon.
It was roughly 15 minutes later they arrived at the Wayne Manor.
"Welcome home Master Dick, sir Damian," Alfred said, cue Dick's prediction, he had noticed the boy's pants.
"Shall I run you a bath sir?" A look of fear covered Damian's face, and he quickly pulled his cape over the spot.
"It's quite alright Damian, I've helped raise 5 kids, I'm quite accustomed to this. And besides, everyone's had a moment or two like this, there is no shame in it, I will go draw it promptly." He smiled at the boy, and internally something flickered, Damian's reaction felt nostalgic, it heavily reminded him of Bruce at that age.
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Bruce 10 years old
Bruce was standing next to the bath that Alfred was drawing, a wet pair of pants and underwear lay by his feet. "I'm sorry Alfred," he looked at the floor. "Quite alright sir, just take a bath, and I will take care of this mess." The Butler replied.
This was the first of many incidents that occured as a result of his parents passing. Alfred thought it was a regressive thing, but no matter, he never felt annoyed, and supported boy, helped him clean up whenever it happened, until the boy grew out of it, almost a year later.
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After his bath, Damian went to bed, Dick tucked him in.
"Don't go, sleep here tonight" Damian said, weakly, of all nights, he didn't want to be alone tonight.
"Alright, just for tonight," Dick said, walked over, and crawled into bed with him.
Normally he would think of Damian as too old for this, but tonight the boy had gone through an ordeal, and was especially vulnerable, he really needed the company.
"Goodnight Dick." "Goodnight Damian."
T/N I've had this headcanon forever that the Al Ghul's thing about pride and without flaw includes no showing the need to go to the bathroom, and especially no wetting.
I also had an idea in the back of my head for Dick and Damian to go on patrol, ending with an accident, so this was born, and I brought the ideas together. |
For those of you who don’t remember or are new, Meredith, or Mary, was a 27 year old mother of 2. She was recently divorced, as she married the father of her children thinking she had to, not because she loved him. This story takes place a year before Mary’s incident at the shopping center, before she was... “officially” divorced. As I stated in my first story, Meredith married someone she was not in love with, but felt she had no choice. Now, at 26, with two kids under two, she had finally worked up the courage to begin to discuss leaving. In fact, she was already seeing someone. And why not? Even with two young kids and a job keeping her up all day and most of the night, she was still a beautiful girl. She had sandy blonde hair that came down a little past her shoulders, and she had a very big butt, always her best feature, even with her 36 D boobs and a hairless vagina. She had just gotten her hair done and she was feeling and looking beautiful. She wore a low cut blue shirt that showed off her rack, a little pink thong from Victoria Secret, and a tight pair of little khaki shorts
She had told her husband she was going out for a well earned night out with her girlfriends. Which was true, but what she did not mention, the guy she’d been seeing would be there too. The group was Mary’s best friends Emily and Cori, their husbands Mark and AJ and their mutual friend William.
Mary had known William since school days. They dated briefly during Fall of their junior years, and had remained good friends over the years. Then, about 2 months prior to tonight, Mary had seen William at the wedding of Cori and AJ. William had just gotten out of a two year relationship, Mary felt trapped in her marriage and was ready to get out of it. Naturally, it didn’t take long after some catching up, for the two to grab a room in the hotel and hook up. It was the most loving and passionate sex Mary had had in years! It was the first time she’d felt loved. Hell it was the first time someone had gone down on her since before she had kids!! Ever since then, Mary and William had been seeing each other more and more often and having lots of fun together. Tonight, the friends were going to a few bars and unwind.
Soon, the gang had settled in and were starting to get pretty drunk. Mary was thankful for her new man. After playing a few games of pool with her friends, when her and Emily had to pee
“I’ve been holding it and I’ve gotta piss bad” Emily announced.
“Me too” said Mary “That pool game distracted me but I gotta go!”
To the girls annoyance, they found a small line.
“Fuck this isn’t good” Emily said
The girls stood in silence for about a minute.
“Please hurry!” Mary asked politely.
“I’m like trying to not make it obvious that I’m grabbing my crotch” Mary said
“Yeah I’m afraid if I uncross my legs I’m gonna pee my pants” Emily said.
Finally, a flush. Emily ran in and instantly let out a sigh of relief. Mary on the other hand was literally dancing in place. At long last, after what felt like and hour, a flush came and Mary sprinted in. She had made it.
After another few hours of drinks and fun, the clock was nearing midnight, and the taxi had arrived. The group of friends pulled in. With one too many, Mary sat on Williams lap. Their two would be the last stops, anyways. First was Emily and Marks house, only about a 5 minute drive from the bar.
“I should have peed before I left” Mary said to her man.
“Well we are going through Taco Bell” Cori announced. “I’ll pay for the ride but I’m getting food”
As they sat in line, Mary began shifting her legs. Her need growing worse.
“This was the last thing my bladder needs” Mary said after a short make out with William. “I just had my second kid 4 months ago my bladder is small!”
“It was small before that” Emily retorted.
Finally Cori and AJ got their food and the taxi dropped Emily and Mark off. Now it was to Cori and AJ’s. Which was good news and bad news for Mary. Cori’s house was only 2 minutes away from Mary, but it was another 15 minutes from Emily’s! Mary was beginning to feel like she wouldn’t make it.
“Oh my god” she said “I feel like I can’t even move. Like my eyes are watering”
“Well you still look beautiful” William said with a quick kiss on the cheek. “Besides, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen ya wet your pants” he said with a smile
“You can say that again!” Cori said
“Remember in class when you laughed so hard you peed? You had to wear your gym clothes” William remembered
“Yeah we were also in 8th grade” she said.
“9th grade.” Cori corrected
“Whatever”
“Then there was the football game” AJ said.
“Me and William were dating then and he got the game winning interception. If I’d had went pee I would have missed it so it was worth it” Mary said
“Your sisters bachelorette party like 2 years ago you peed the bed and your pants all on the same trip!” Cori reminded
“Yeah that one I can’t defend” Mary laughed. “Can we stop talking about all the times I’ve pissed myself please? I’m about to do it again”
Suddenly Mary felt a quick jolt as William, in a way of flirting, briefly tickled her. Mary laughed and felt a small spurt jet out of her and into the light fabric of her thong.
“Do you want me to pee on you?” Mary laughed “I’m not kidding tickle me again and you will have piss all over your lap and I’ll just say I told ya!”
“I’m not paying the extra fee to clean it up so you two keep your hands off each other long enough to get home” Cori demanded.
Soon they pulled into the driveway of Coris house. Finally, the home stretch for Mary. She now had both hands firmly pressed against her pussy lips to try and keep from wetting herself.
“Oh my god I’m gonna pee my pants” Mary said out loud “I’m gonna wet myself all over this taxi and pay to clean it up”
William assures her “we are only two blocks away.
A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up to her house.
“Hey” William said as she want to get up, pulling her back close to him “I just wanted to let you know I had a blast with you tonight. I want to keep doing this”
“I had an amazing time with you tonight. You make me feel like myself again” Mary said back, briefly forgetting her urgent need to piss.
“I think I’m kinda starting to fall for you a bit, you know that?” William told Mary
“I like being with you” Mary said.
“Can I give you a good night kiss?” He asked her.
Mary’s response was to sit back on to his lap and begin making out. But soon, the desperate need to piss snapped her out of her romantic daze.
“I’ve got to go. I need to peeeeee!” Mary said.
Hopping out of the taxi, Mary ran towards the front door when she felt a small leak.
“Oh fuck. Please be unlocked” Mary said out loud to herself. Sure enough, her husband had locked the door.
“That mother fucker! He knew I was coming home!” Mary stated “Hey asshole! I told you to leave the door unlocked for me remember?”
Mary then felt another shot of pee leak out of her worn down bladder. This time she could not stop it without her hands. Out of time, she raced around to the back door. There was a code the get in the back gate.
1615” Mary punched in. Shit! Wrong number! Now she had to wait 15 seconds to type in the right code of 1616. Those 15 seconds was all it took, a simple slip of the finger had cost her. Mary started to leak more uncontrollably, the stream getting heavier and heavier as her piss flowed out of her vagina, completely soaking through her pink thong and creating an unmistakable, giant wet spot all over her cute, tan shorts. Mary had no choice now. She stood there frozen for the next minute or so as her bladder emptied. Running down the insides of both her sexy legs, getting into her shoes, and forming a large, undeniable puddle on the ground. Her piss trickled to a stop, finally. Mary stood there wet, humiliated, relieved and mad! She punched in the correct code and walked gingerly inside to the mud room where she began to take off her wet shoes and socks.
“Mary?” A voice boomed from the top of the stairs.
“Thanks for leaving the door unlocked for me” Mary zinged sarcastically.
“Why are you all wet?” Her husband Chet asked.
“Fuck you” Mary said of his questioning.
“Why are you all wet?” Chet repeated “did you piss yourself?” He asked
“What does it look like!” Mary shouted.
“You got that drunk that you fucking just wet your pants?” Chet assumed
“No, I didn’t.” Mary said angrily as she walked past him towards the bathroom. She took off her shirt first. “I was holding it in the taxi and went to the front door where I found out my husband locked me out of the fucking house” she stated as she peeled off her soaking wet shorts. She was now standing only in her saturated wet pink thong. “This is your fault” Mary said as she stripped of the remains of her wet clothes.
“Oh bullshit. Maybe next time you’ll spend a little less time with your new boyfriend and a little more time making sure you use the bathroom” Chet replied.
“Go fuck yourself” Mary said “I’m done with you”
She closed the door, and stepped in to the shower. She knew, this was the final straw. Chet didn’t even care if she came home or not. And that helped make her have an embarrassing accident. Besides, she had someone who she loved and who loved her back.
“Wait until I tell them I fucking pissed myself again” she thought to herself with a smile. |
(This is a newly written story which I have shared elsewhere. I hope you enjoy it.)
Lady Ann Heathcote-Gibson reached for the cafetière and poured herself another cup of freshly ground Colombian. Apart from a G & T in the evening before dinner, it was the one little indulgence she allowed herself. Breakfasting in the drawing room of Welford Ferry Manor, looking across at the ivy-clad tower of St Michael’s, was nothing unusual for Lady Ann.
Now 37, she’d unexpectedly inherited this glorious pile some sixteen years ago, shortly after graduating from Oxford. Older people in the village still spoke fondly of her grandfather, Sir Gregory Gibson – ‘Old Squire Gibson’ as they called him. There was more than a touch of sympathy too. Lady Agnes, his wife, had died shortly after giving birth to Lady Sarah, Ann’s mother. That was in 1958. Sir Gregory gamely engaged the services of a nanny - and then a governess - until Lady Sarah was old enough for boarding school. Not a man to show his emotions in public, he was painfully aware of his status as a single parent and, in private, quite frank about the inadequacy of his capacity to fill that role.
There was a feeling in the village that Lady Sarah had married Harry Heathcote when she was far too young and, if anything, married beneath her. It was felt that the absence of authoritative maternal guidance had left Lady Sarah far too exposed and handicapped by an over indulgent father who compensated for his shortcomings as a single parent by letting her have everything she wanted. Harry Heathcote wasn’t a bad man but he lacked the stability and maturity which his position demanded, especially after Sir Gregory died. Marrying into money had done nothing to restrain his taste for adventure or an inclination to show off. As a Silver Wedding present, Lady Sarah treated him to the light aircraft he’d craved since leaving the Air Force. Little did she realise that his poor judgment and tendency to show off would cost them both their lives on a November Saturday morning when visibility wasn’t really good enough for a spin in that plane.
News of the accident left young Ann, now Lady Ann as she’d inherited a title, both grief-stricken and with her plans in disarray. A job in London and with it a flat in Mayfair had to be abandoned as she took on her new role as Lady of the Manor. There was much business to attend to and big shoes to fill. At the outset, Lady Ann realised that she couldn’t – and shouldn’t – attempt to be everything that her mother and her grandfather before her – had been. On top of running the estate and his London legal practice, Sir Gregory had been churchwarden, chairman of the district council, chairman of the school governors and lord lieutenant of the county. Shortly before his death, rumour had it that his was likely to be invited to serve as High Sheriff before long. Lady Sarah hadn’t attempted to fill all her father’s old roles, but she’d ran the estate well and kept up his reputation for kind, even handed dealing, despite being hampered by a playboy husband.
At the outset, Lady Ann had sought to preserve her family’s hard-won reputation in the village. When Arthur Briggs, the eldest of her tenant farmers, decided it was time to retire, she let him stay on in the house for a peppercorn rent whilst selling off most of the attached land to a developer. This decision had met with some criticism in the village but Lady Ann instinctively felt that the benefits would outweigh any potential drawbacks. As in so many small villages survival of the school, pub and, indeed, the church, hung by a thread made ever narrower by an aging population. Whether the school survived or not would ultimately be down to County Hall and, in the final analysis, the Secretary of State. However, Lady Ann technically owned the pub - or at least the land on which it stood- and most of her ancestors were buried in the chancel of St Michael’s Church. It was therefore in her interest to keep as much of the village infrastructure going as she could. If that meant growing the village by fifty new houses and introducing a dozen affordable homes, so be it. She continued as her forebears had done to allow village fetes on the manor lawn and PCC meetings took place in the relative warmth of her parlour rather than draughty St Michael’s.
In keeping with her position, Lady Ann rode with the local hunt a couple of times a year, although nowadays, thanks to Mr Blair, it was drag hunting. Of course, hounds would be hounds and the occasional fox met its maker at their hands, but that was bound to happen once in a while. Bert, her trusty gamekeeper, kept an eye on the land and organised beaters ahead of the occasional shooting parties which she allowed to take place, whilst not participating herself. Long gone were the days when the big house employed servants on a grand scale, in fact they’d ended when her grandfather was a boy, but she kept on the services of a part time gardener and a cleaner who came in once a week.
Most mornings Lady Ann would rise at six thirty, walk Toby her trusty border collie, exercise her horse, check on her remaining tenants, have breakfast and be at her desk writing or doing her consultancy translation work by nine. This morning she was in a reflective mood though and breakfast was a little more leisurely.
If providence favoured it and she looked after herself, there was no reason why she shouldn’t be lady of the manor for another fifty years. However, she was unmarried and had no direct heir to inherit. At 37 the old biological clock was ticking away and the window of opportunity was narrowing. True enough, with long blonde hair, a slender figure and penetrating blue eyes she was easy to look at and, with a net value somewhere north of eight million, a most eligible lady. She loved the single life though, not least of all because, like the single market, it had four freedoms. Freedom to fart in bed, freedom from in-laws, freedom to be the village big shot instead of the big shot’s wife and freedom, within reason, to do as she pleased. Expressions of interest from potential suitors had not been in short supply but they’d all been politely declined. This had given rise to a little speculation about her sexuality and the odd rumour that she might be a lesbian. Chuckling to herself, Lady Ann couldn’t help wondering how they’d react if they learned the truth, something that none of them, she was sure, could possibly imagine.
As she collected her thoughts there was a clattering of the letter box and Toby barked, as he invariably did, when the postman came. There were no bills, begging letters from charities or missives from old friends this morning though. Instead there was a rather formal looking envelope. Opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was from the Lord Chancellor’s office and contained an invitation asking if she would consent to serving as a deputy lieutenant of the county. Lady Ann sat down and considered the matter but she didn’t have to think long. As a deputy lieutenant she would not only have a badge but be entitled to use the honorific style ‘DL’ on correspondence and formal documents. To those in the know, however, DL also stood for diaper lover, something she’d been all her adult life. By accepting this high honour, she could at once assist the lord lieutenant in his duties when required to do so, whilst at the same time coming out, albeit in a slightly cheeky way, about the thing that gave her greatest pleasure. She was well padded this morning but could feel the wetness spreading as that strong Colombian coffee made its way southwards. Soon she would have to change into a fresh diaper, but not before typing up a response to this letter. How could she not accept? |
An age old idea. Let me know if you guys want me to continue with this story.
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9:30 AM. English class. Staring off into space instead of listening to the lecture. I really would like to pay attention, but I just couldn't anymore. I noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye. Three desks forward and one to the right and there's Janice's leg jiggling up and down. I looked up at her desktop to see a large but empty water bottle, and then I looked further up to see her face checking the clock. Poor girl. Still 20 minutes til break, and Mrs. Roman is notoriously harsh about letting people out during class. I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that she didn't know the half of what she was in for but the blood rushing to my boner was stronger.
I watched Janice for bit. She was a cheerleader and even had her uniform on currently as all the cheerleaders did when we had pep rallies. Suddenly she crossed her legs and began bouncing them together, checking the clock again. 9:35. I wondered if she had drank that entire bottle of water since she last peed. I looked at Janice and focused. I had gotten pretty good with my newfound skills at this point, about a year after acquiring them. Yeah, you might think saving the world or something would be a better use, but the fact is that I'd end up a lab rat and I'm just not down for that. So I decided to live my life and discreetly reap the benefits of my "gift."
I looked at Janice's abdomen and imagined a force forming around her bladder. I could feel it like I was holding it myself. I rocked it back and forth slightly, feeling the sloshing inside. Janice let out a tiny gasp and leaned over her desk, her hand shooting between her legs. Poor thing. Her bladder did feel as full as that water bottle. She was bursting much more than she let on.
Janice checked the clock so I did too. 9:42. She must be worried about making a mess of that cheerleading uniform before the pep rally. Only 8 minutes til relief, Janice. She bit her lip. She still had her hand discreetly between her legs, surely pressed firmly against her urethra to keep the flow back. For the next 5 minutes, I sloshed and massaged Janice's bladder gently. She squirmed in her seat as I squeezed her full bladder and furrowed her brow, clearly no longer able to pay attention to class or hide her desperation. 9:47. I squeezed. I could feel a squrt of liquid exit the balloon I was playing with, surely right into Janice's panties and skirt. She grabbed herself with both hands and let out a small moan, leaning as far forward on her desk as she could. Everyone nearby turned to look and her face turned bright red. I almost felt bad but not bad enough. I squeezed again, a longer spurt this time. Janice's hand suddenly shot into the air.
"Yes, Janice?"
"Um, I-" She was practically trembling. I guess she was pissing herself in class currently. "Can I use the restroom please?"
Mrs. Roman frowned and looked at the clock.
"There's literally 3 minutes of class left! You're a big girl, you can hold it for 3 minutes." She returned to writing the homework problems on the board.
Janice's face burned red. I continued to massage and play with her bladder and she squirmed and writhed in her seat desperately, surely feeling like she was on the edge of pissing herself at any moment. And she was. I could feel the amount of liquid in her bladder and the pressure must have felt enormous. I noticed her hands moving up and down, like she was now rubbing her pussy for relief. I continued to tease her, but I eased up a bit.
9:59. Janice had her bag packed already and was watching the clock ready to run to the bathroom. I felt cruel as I imagined what I was about to do.
10:00. The bell rang. Janice jumped, despite having been anticipating it, and I felt the pressure in her bladder decrease. Another spurt lost into her panties. She seemed to give her pussy one last rub and squeeze and then stood up, making a break for the door. Most students were still seated and packing up. Suddenly the unthinkable happened.
"Janice, can I talk to you?" Mrs. Roman said as she began walking over from her desk, holding what appeared to be a test in her hand. Oh god, this was too perfect. Too cruel, but too perfect.
"Actually Mrs. Roman I really need to-"
I squeezed.
Janice bent over at the waist, raising a leg to squeeze her thighs together, her hands pressing on the top of her thighs but surely wishing to be between them.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Roman asked, and reached out to touch Janice on the shoulder.
I saw as Janice saw that everyone was looking now.
"Yes I just-" She tried to say, but I squeezed again. A little bit, then more and more. It was time to make it all come out.
Janice gasped and a dark patch could be seen forming between her legs. She seemed to stand frozen as it grew bigger and bigger, until eventually little rivers of pee began to run out from under her skirt and down her legs to the floor. She snapped out of her trance and tried to head for the door. Poor girl. She took one step and I used my powers to grab her ankles where they stood, legs spread wide. Pee began flowing like a torrential downpour out the sides of her panties and straight onto the floor, splashing loudly onto her socks and into her shoes. It was just for a second but it was enough to open the floodgates completely and as I let her go, she rushed out of the room leaving a trail of pee behind her. Her white cheerleading skirt, socks and shoes were now all wet and yellow.
I looked down at my pants to find a wet spot of my own. Damn.
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It is a common rumour among those seeking to become guardians of the queen that the trials you must face will test everything about you. Physical strength, mental fortitude and stamina are things to be expected when you are training to guard the most important woman in the realm. What Sierra, cadet 1st class of the Royal College of warfare, did not expect was a test of bladder strength. When she had summoned by Lillith, Captain-General of the royal guard and a baroness, for a one on one lesson she assumed it would be the usual tests. Some intense sparring practice followed by an exam on what she learned during her time at the college. but what she found in the barren, stone-floored training hall surprised her. Lillith stood naked in the middle of the room, pale sunlight pouring down on her from the stained glass window high above them.
Sierra's face turned blood red, and she averted her eyes to the window high above. "My lady, please accept my apologies" Sierra stammered embarrassed for seeing her leader in such a state of undress. "I had no idea that you were not ready for my arrival and will quickly leave if you wish." Sierra prepared herself to be harshly disciplined for her apparent mistake, but, strangely, it never came. "Cadet Sierra, you have done no wrong, lower your head." Sierra swore she must have heard that order wrong "But my lady, you are in no clothes." She heard Lillith come closer, but she would not dare look to see how close. "Cadet, I am supposed to be naked, so look at me. Besides, if you can't bring yourself to look at another woman's naked body, could you bring yourself to cut down a criminal?"
Sierra swallowed and lowered her head. "My lady I am prepared to do anything in my service to the crown, I did not know that any test would involve you being naked." Sierra's cheeks were on fire as she laid eyes on Lillith's body for the first time proper, last time was only a short glance at Lillith before her gaze went skyward. The 28-year-old captain trained more than she slept, and the results could easily be noticed. Her 5,7 figure was lean and muscular, with a 6 pack many bodybuilders would kill for. Her dark blonde hair reached down to the small of her back, although Lillith often wore it in a ponytail when on duty. Her pearl green eyes were both beautiful and welcoming to her friends and piercing and menacing to her enemies. Her voluptuous C cup breasts had drawn the eyes of many nobles over the years, but, they were wise to keep such thoughts to themselves after what happened during the new season's dance. Finally, her attention was brought to Lillith's crotch. Her most secret area was hidden from Sierra's view by a large tuft of messily kept hair of the same colour as that on Lillith's head.
"Ahem." Lillith's cough snapped Sierra out of her daze, and she quickly came to attention. "Apologies my Lady," she said, quickly spreading her legs and clasping her hands behind her back "Cadet Sierra Leronious reporting as summoned." Lillith nodded in response "Very good cadet, at ease" she ordered. Sierra relaxed her stance but still stayed on her toes, you never knew what these tests would involve. "You have been summoned here for a very special test today cadet, one that will test two attributes you never would have guessed would be something tested. Please take a guess as to what they are." Sierra glanced around, looking for anything in the room that might help her infer the nature of the tests. In the centre of the circular room, marked by an ornate pattern of great complexity, sat two covered jars. There was nothing special about them, no design or engraving on them, they could be empty for all she knew. Her eyes darted around, no sword racks, target dummies, bows and arrows or muskets. The room was as bare as Lillith's body.
"My lady, I see no combat training gear nor any material for study. Are we learning hand-to-hand combat?. Captain Annya gave us our advanced lessons two weeks ago" Lillith shook her head "A good guess cadet, but we shall not be doing unarmed training today. What we shall be doing is something you might think unorthodox, even bizarre." Sierra took in a deep breath "My lady, I am willing to do anything in my training, no matter how odd it may be" she declared loud and proud. Lillith smiled "A good attitude to have cadet; especially for one seeking to become a royal guard." Sierra was glowing at the praise she received "Thank you, my lady, I will do whatever you order." Lillith turned on her heels and strode over to the mysterious jars, beckoning Sierra to follow her. She motioned for Sierra to look into the jars, which she promptly did. Inside, reflecting the sunlight seeping in from above, was 800ml of water.
"2 jars, 1600 millilitres of the finest water in the land, purified to perfection by the royal mages and exactly 3 degrees Celsius" stated Lillith. Sierra was puzzled, why did she need this? "My lady, forgive me, but I do not understand. Is this water to pour over me as a test of my resistance to the cold or to bath in?" Lillith waved her hand "Neither cadet; they are to drink." Sierra was left with no answer and even more questions. "My lady I don't get it, I make it a priority to be properly hydrated, and this looks a little bit excessive. I would not drink such a large amount before going on duty because it would cause a mighty need to relieve myself." Lillith clapped slowly "And its precisely that urge we are going to fight today; for 2 and a half hours you must hold your urine."
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After finishing Love can bloom from wet shorts (More Madison and Annie will be coming later), I was a bit lost on what to write next. I looked at my ALOA work and decided that the Tennessee story was shit so I had it deleted (The full story will be coming soon, sorry for making you guys wait so long for more shipgirl omo) and am going to rework it. While browsing omo art on Gelbooru, thinking about how I was gonna write the continuation to the ALOA, I came across some art by Dodomesu (https://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4662823&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4664017&tags=dodomesuhttps://gelbooru.com/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=4667945&tags=dodomesu) which inspired me to create some fantasy omorashi. This series of stories I plan to stretch across various fantasy races and jobs (eg Elves and Humans Barmaids and Royal guards). I have made up some of the names and created a little world in my head (hence why Lillith is spelt with two l's) where this is set which I hope to flush out throughout the story. I hope you guys enjoy this first part. CIAO.
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Sierra had heard many things throughout her training to become a Royal Guardian, but what Lillith just said had taken the metaphorical cake. While the nature of these trials could be unpredictable, a holding challenge was something the cadet had never even dreamt of happening. Having a strong bladder was a useful thing to have for any guard, they would be required to go many hours without relieving themselves, but Sierra did expect such a thing to be brought up in an official capacity. A remark about the importance of holding one's waters in lectures or even some advice on how to better cope with a swollen bladder, sure that would be normal. But to have an actual holding challenge as part of her official training was something she would dismiss as a bad joke had it come from one of her fellow cadets. But alas this was no joke; it came directly from the lips of the captain-general.
Regardless of whom it came from, Sierra was still dumbfounded. "My lady, surely I must have heard you wrong; you want me to hold my urine?" she questioned. Lillith shook her head " No cadet, despite how absurd it may sound you are going to hold your waters" she replied, her voice calm and collected. Sierra still looked a bit confused "Do you want the official or unofficial explanation, cadet?" she asked. "Both please, my lady."
"Well, the official explanation is that all of the royal guards must undergo a mandatory 2-hour holding session, or longer if they wish. This is to improve discipline while in a state of desperation, to see if the guard in question needs to work on their holding ability, and finally to see how individuals react to a mighty need to use the bathroom."
Sierra pondered for a moment on what Lillith had told her. "It makes sense to me now, my lady; but what is the unofficial explanation?"
Lillith looked the cadet straight in the eyes her piercing stare was unnerving at the best of times and downright frightening at worse. "Cadet Sierra, what I am going to tell you must not go beyond this room; any discussion of it is strictly forbidden to any other cadets. You may discuss this event with instructors, but you must not even mention what this test entails to any of your fellow cadets. Do I make myself clear?"
With such a stern voice and razor-sharp glare, how could she not be clear thought Sierra "Perfectly clear my lady." Lillith nodded in acknowledgement and cleared her throat.
"The Queen has, shall we say, an interest in women having a full bladder. She enjoys it when a girl either makes it to the chamber pot just in time or wees herself where she stands, on purpose or accidental. As royal guardians, we are oath sworn to fulfil every need of the Queen, just like her handmaidens and other close servants. Five weeks ago, she approached me with a request: all of the female guardians must attend a banquet in honour of their service. At the banquet, she explained her "kink" as she called it to us all and asked that we indulge her fantasies. She didn't order us to do it; she asked us as equals. It gave me a hint of pride to see not one of us refuse. Her Majesty wept tears of joy as we down glass after glass in unison."
Sierra listened in awe at the tale Lillith told her. Not one woman made it out of the private dining chamber dry. The Queen herself had joined in the wet shenanigans and peed in her flowing green dress 3 times before the night was done. Lillith, in particular, was a star of the very wet show; her contest vs knight-sergeant Lyandra was quite a spectacle. The two women held their waters while staying perfectly still while remarking about how desperate the other must be. It ended with Lyandra in a large puddle of her making, her clothes utterly ruined by the sheer volume of urine.
"And where did you let your water's flow, my lady," Sierra asked, a hint of excitement in her voice. Lillith had a lewd smile on her face as she answered. " Lyandra was left quite aroused by the relieving experience and begged me to do it on her."
"SHE WHAT!!?"
"Lower your voice cadet" snapped Lillith."I am sorry my lady; please continue." apologised Sierra, hanging her head in shame. "As I was saying" continued Lillith "I did my business upon her; then, like many others that night, we had sex in our puddles." Sierra bristled with embarrassment but held her tongue. "For 8 hours it was nought but piss, sex, and making merry; oh what a wonderful evening. Anyway, the next morning we were all summoned again to see her Majesty. At the request of the Queen, all female royal guardians who are willing to do so of their own will provide sexual favours to the queen. The primary focus of these favours will, of course, be urine related; but sexual encounters will also occur."
Sierra's face was on fire as she processed what Lillith had told her. Her private regions grew slightly wet as she imagined what the Queen must look like exposed. She was already a paragon of beauty when draped in her regal attire, the thought of what lay underneath made Sierra's head spin. The months of learning staunch discipline paid off as she forced herself out of a hormone-filled stupor. "I assume that the unnamed second aspect of this trial is to test something of a sexual nature, my lady." Lillith crossed her arms under her breasts "You are correct cadet Sierra. However, this test will only proceed if you consent to commit acts like the ones I have described."
Sierra could not agree fast enough "I agree to everything my lady, of my own free will" she declared. "What would you have me do first?" Lillith glided closer to Sierra, the sway of her hips having an almost hypnotic effect. "First things first, you may call me Lillith throughout the entire test. It would not be appropriate for you to call me "my lady" during some of the things we are going to do. Is that understood?" Lillith was no so close Sierra could hear each calm breath she took; a stark contrast to her heavy breathing. "Yes, my la-I mean Lillith." Lillith giggled at Sierra's slip up "Very good Sierra." Lillith's hands grabbed onto Sierra's armoured shoulder pieces and pulled herself close. Sierra's heart was racing, her face on fire, her eyes wide. She was freaking out internally; the most beautiful woman she had ever seen was about to do....... nothing. Lillith had pulled away and now stood beside the 2 jars. "That was just to rile you up, the real fun comes later." Sierra was beckoned over by Lillith who extended her arm to sweep over the jars. "Drink them both, Sierra" she ordered with a smile. Sierra brushed strands of deep blue hair out of her face and picked up the first jar. For the queen, she thought as she began to chug the first jar.
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The dining scene may be another to tell on this thread in the future. Let me know if there is any fantasy base scenarios you would like to see in this story (No kidnapping or extreme non consensual stuff please). |
Alastor was dressed in a a red tail coat, black dress pants, a white shirt, a top hat and bowtie. He was in his room, sitting on the side of his bed with his legs crossed. He's just had two glasses of wine and he had to pee quite a bit. He was now pouring some more red wine in his glass,sipping it gracefully. He was a little too lazy to be bothered to get up right now. He was enjoying the peace and quiet, until suddenly, the door opened loudly and the striped spider pornstar, Angel Dust, came inside.
"Angel, my dear, while I don't mind the attention, I'd much rather urge you to knock first next time" he said, his grin getting wider, as to signal that he was getting mad.
Angel just ignored the warning and started looking around the room,trying to piss Alastor even more. He suddenly stopped when he realized that the radio Demon was getting quite uncomfortable. Legs crossed, slightly tipsy, tapping his left foot slightly.
"Nature calls, huh, Al?" he said in a snarky tone, ready to take Alastor's pride down. Alastor blushed and put his glass of wine down,his smile still not leaving his face.
"hah, I don't know what you're talking about" he snapped trying to act casual crossing his legs. He could feel his bladder filling up more & more. It was putting a lot of pressure on his abdomen. He couldn't let Angel know about his current predicament.
"Oh, I imagine it must be really embarrassing for a demon of your stature to have to go potty like that" Angel teased again. Al gulped and his face turned as red as his hair.
"I advice you to be careful with your words, Angel, my dear" he stated quietly, hoping to get him to stop. He couldn't help but cross his legs once again. He could feel his bladder ready to explode at this point. He started tapping his right foot, trying to pass it off as a normal action.
"Yeah, right" said Angel while laughing heartedly.
Alastor couldn't no longer sit here and take this mockery. He immediately got up from his bed and started walking towards the bathroom. He didn't care if Angel knew about his urgent condition. He could no longer take it anymore & having an unfortunate accident right then & there would have been a lot worse. He got mortified even at the simple thought of something like that happening to him. But it didn't last long as Angel didn't hesitate to grab his arm right before he even got to the bathroom.
"Whoa, where are you going? I'm pretty sure that a powerful Demon like you wold be able to hold it for a bit longer" teased Angel again, with a huge grin on his face. Alastor ' s smile started cracking but he tried really hard to keep it on.
"As a matter of fact, my dear fellow, I just need to freshen up for a moment" he said rapidly trying to maintain his dignity. He immediately turned back but Nagel grabbed his arm once again.
"No, you don't" said Angel while pinning Alastor to the wall with his hand. Alastor couldn't belive this. He had nowhere to go in that moment. He was sent into total submission as Angel twisted his arm. Alastor had nowhere to again. He could feel his bladder threatening to explode and he had a really hard time trying to keep everything in. The pressure was just straight down agonizing at this point. He crossed his legs & jumped around slightly, no longer caring about what Angel was thinking. He was about to burst. He didn't know for how much longer he could all that golden ocean of pee inside his bladder. A part of him wanted to beg Angel to free him but he didn't want to resort to himself to such a humiliation.
"Let me go... Now" he said demandingly, his eyes turning all black and menacing, hoping to get Angel to stop.
Angel just laughed at his suffering & only pressed his claws on the other Demon 's lower side of the abdomen. Alastor' s eyes widened in shock and desperation. At this point it really hurt. His bladder was ready to give up any second. He would do just about anything at this point simply to be allowed to go pee.
Angel decided to make his situation worse and coming close to his ear and whispering "Shhhhh". Alastor whimpered slightly upon hearing the sound. He could no longer take it anymore & quickly crossed his legs. He smudged himself, trying to escape the restraints but Angel 's arms were too strong even for him. Tears started forming in his eyes.
"P... Please" he asked quietly in a very humble tone, which was so unlike him. He's never had to resort to begging someone for mercy like this.
Angel just laughed with zero simpathy
"Ha, no way ! You're way too cute when you're all flustered & desperate. I bet you're bursting after 2 cups of wine. Your poor bladder might not be able to hold it in much longer" said Angel with a grin.
Alastor cringed at the words and bit the lower side of his mouth but he tried not to let it show that his words were getting to him.He tried not let Angel know that his efforts were actually effective and getting to him but it was almost impossible at this point. He wanted to fall on his knees, cry & beg the spider to let him use the restroom but even then, he still wasn't going to. He dint want to risk coming across as weak no matter what. He will never give Angel that satisfaction. But on the other hand, it would've been so much worse if he ended up with wet pants. He couldn't even imagine that.
Suddenly, a few small spurts escaped from his bladder and slightly soaked his pants. Alastor blushed & immeidtaley tried closing his urethra. He was hoping that Angel didn't notice. But in the end, it seemed that his efforts were just not enough. He could feel like his urethra was about to give up any moment. And then it happened! He could no longer hold back the flood. The gates opened and a strong stream of yellow warm pee started flowing into his pants, soaking everything around him. The stream went on for almost a minute. His face turned into an even deeper shade of red & his eyes widened . He couldn't do everything besides standing there as the stream was still going strong. He could no longer stop and for a moment, the whole room was only filled with the sounds of his pee. Alastor looked down in shame & embarrassment as he finished peeing. After everything was over, the silence was suddenly broken by Angel laughing in a very mocking and condescending tone.
"Oh wow, Al. Looks like one of the most powerful demons in hell just had a little accident. I definitely need to show this to everyone" he said while taking a quick picture using his pink cellphone "Toodles" he said while running out of Alastor 's room and towards the hotel lobby, eager to show everyone what the almighty Alastor has just done. Once Angel left, Alastor looked own at his soaked pants & fell to the ground. Without a second thought, he covered his face with his hands & started crying wholeheartedly. He's never been so humiliated in his entire life & now entire population of hell was going to know about what just happened. He knew there was no point in denying this at that point. |
A/N: My first re-posting from AO3-- originally posted in a much worse form on DeviantArt.
My dear imaginary audience (for imaginary you must be, unless you’re B. Wooster himself,) I imagine that you’re of the intelligent variety. You don’t allow yourself to be duped. You aren’t told by chortling chums that it’s raining sausages and head out into the streets with your finest china. “Peter,” you say, if your c. c.’s name is Peter, “Peter, you jest. Nothing so absurd has happened since the days of Exodus. You’re telling a fib, my good man, and I suggest that you cease at once.” You’d be right to take a dismissive attitude, and you would no doubt be commended for it.
You couldn’t be faulted for assuming the same attitude towards this scrap of prose. You’d be perfectly right to dismiss the improbable happenings and shocking revelations herein, for they are decently improbable and fairly shocking. You’d be right until your humble author informed you that this is an account torn directly from his experience, and that it is absolutely, brilliantly, mortifyingly true. Maybe a description has erred here or there, but the general contents are factual as Bertram Wilberforce knows how to present them. They could scarcely have been vivid enough for him to ruin several sets of sheets and pajamas and perfectly good baths in their honor if they were pure fiction!
The starting gun sounded, as it so often does, at the threat of matrimony. I burst into my Berkeley Mansions abode around noontime, crying out for Jeeves at such a pitch and volume that I could have impressed my Aunt Dahlia in her hunting days. A disaster had occurred. Madeleine Bassett had once again deigned to drift down from her cloud of perfumed romance and had been spotted roving the land in search of her specific dream rabbit. I had it from the lads at the Drones that she was headed Wooster-ward, and I knew that the only solution was to throw her off the scent with distance. Two or three hours by car, at least, to have her tiff with the Fink-Nottle poop repaired and those huge fish-eyes trained on him or some other poor soul again.
“Jeeves!” I called, plucking my driving cap from its rack and hurling myself back into the threshold. “We’ve got to leave, now. Madeline Bassett’s been reported to have caught onto my blood like a different breed of her sort, if you take my meaning. We must hie us to safer locales.”
The above-referenced paragon of manservants appeared in the midst of my babbling explanation, and, for once, his mere presence didn’t manage to relieve my anxiety. He had been in the kitchen polishing shoes when I made my entrance, if I were to surmise by the slightly miffed expression (i.e., the slightest quirk of the left eyebrow,) and the black Oxford, half-mirror finished, taking up residence in his hand. Jeeves considered my breathless form for a moment before replying coolly:
“Of course, sir. I will be with you in a moment. There are some things I’d like to fetch for the journey.” Needless to say, I was impatiently incensed by this talk of “things.” Couldn’t he sense that this was a matter of direst urgency?
“This is no time for things, Jeeves; we’ve got to go this minute!”
“Very good, sir.” My insistence moved him this time, and with what I think may have been a sigh (unless it was the whisper of a neglected shoe being placed delicately by the kitchen door,) my man nodded and joined me at the threshold. He followed a step or two behind me down the stairs and out the front door, freshly gloved and bowler-hatted and without a whit of a changed air about him. Nothing whatever could have indicated his being somehow ruffled by our impromptu journey. I would argue, lest the pride of the Woosters should suffer a blow, that I couldn’t have anticipated the events of the afternoon unless I’d been a veritable C. A. Dupin. Jeeves’ face was then as it always was: sculpted and strong and inscrutable as a chunk of marble.
As always in times of great stress, when I believe my valet’s serener style of driving won’t do, I insisted upon taking the wheel, and drove as hastily as one could through London’s midday traffic. Once we’d reached the outskirts of the city and could begin really stretching the car’s legs, Jeeves turned to me and spoke. Courtesy dictated a glance at him; I saw him clutching the rim of his bowler hat with a black-gloved hand to keep it from flying off into the ether. The hat, that is, not the hand.
“Sir,” he began, voice raised a bit over the hearty pounding of pistons, “where is it we are going, precisely, to evade Miss Bassett?” I smiled at the road, reveling a tad in the cunning of my plan.
“The young master’s outdone himself this time, Jeeves! Not only is this scheme suitable for escaping La Bassett, but it’s perfectly revel—relen—”
“Relevant, sir?”
“That’s the chappie! It’s perfectly relevant to our interests. There’s this place, you see, a summer house that Bingo’s just got his mitts on and is looking to rent. He recommended it to me just last weekend. Supposedly, the place is absolutely brimming with atmosphere. He’s going to show us around when we get there. Or so he says. I’ve some trouble believing that he’ll be ready to show at any moment, what with ‘June’ or ‘Julia’ or whoever it is cluttering up his brain these days…. Anyhow, we should be arriving in a couple of hours, give or take.”
Jeeves coughed into his fist—a little louder than the gentle bleat of a sheep on a distant hillock—and joined me in gazing at the road without another word.
A good forty-five minutes or so passed in near-silence. As my desperation for departure from the metrop. began to dissipate, I became increasingly aware of Jeeves’ unusual behavior. The quiet between us led me to sneaking peeks at him, and what I observed made said peeks increase in frequency as our journey wore on: Jeeves seemed restless. I’d never known him to move much during our travels before. Typically, he would settle in and we would have a matey conversation, or else he would gaze at the countryside or pick up an improving book. Yet on this occasion, he seemed unable to settle (if the frequent stirring of limbs was to be believed) and had not a thing to say. Though we were flying down the road at a decent clip, Jeeves’ hand left its place securing old size-fourteen and clutched his knee instead. I couldn’t help but notice how said h. convulsed whenever we hit a rough patch in the road, together with a twinge of the noble brow.
I could get along without pointing out these peculiar acts at first; however, when Jeeves gave a decided (if small and dignified in its Jeevesian way) groan, and the tips of his fingers rose to his waistcoat just over his midriff, I was troubled enough to speak up. We had just encountered a particularly jarring bump, and, though it shook the tailbone a little, groaning seemed unnecessary, even to one as vocal as B. Wooster.
“I say, Jeeves, are you feeling all right?” Naturally, one asks such questions by way of expressing concern. But I think that something in mine insulted Jeeves, for his response was to sit up even more erect and reply with a sort of clipped terseness I’d never heard him employ before.
“Thank you, yes, sir. I am experiencing some slight vertebral pain, but, otherwise, I am well. The discomfort should pass with time.”
I didn’t quite have an answer to that—Jeeves had made it clear that he had no desire to discuss his affliction—but I made an effort to keep the conversation flowing anyhow. Not on the topic of aching spines, naturally, but on lighter, diverting things. The sorts of things I would normally have an amiable chat with my valet about: my latest golfing exploits, Boko and Nobbie’s next visit to London, and, stretching myself to my intellectual limits, the release of Spinoza’s next and finest. All received curt “yes, sir”-s and “very good, sir”-s in return, without a drop of commentary or insight. When even the subject of purple socks was met with near-apathy, I decided to give it up as a bad job and allowed this new “quiet” motif to settle between us.
Despite his suggestion that time would heal all, Jeeves’ condition visibly deteriorated over the next hour. He began to flush bright red about the ears and cheeks, and doffed his hat, revealing a pale and slightly shiny forehead. Jeeves didn’t just remove the chapeau, but held it with lap with both hands and began tapping it rhythmically. I had to work to disguise my shock. Prior to this incident, I’d believed valets as a species incapable of fidgeting.
But fidget Jeeves did, minutely at first, and increasing steadily in intensity as time strolled by. The restlessness that had been curtailed when I’d first made inquiry into Jeeves’ condition returned with renewed vigor. There came a point at which he was hardly sitting at all, twisted instead into a curious position with his back arched and his legs pressed firmly together, crossed at the ankles. (“The things one has to do for one’s spine,” I mused.) The sighs, though very quiet, were falling thick and fast, and, when I chanced to look at his face, the baby blues appeared to dance around the open, hilly landscape as if seeking… something.
Since I’d already questioned him once, and hadn’t exactly been gifted with a chummy response, I refrained from giving tongue to any further comment. But Jeeves’ decidedly rummy way—which, I exaggerate not, yielded a whimper from him as he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed one foot on top of the other—definitely tested the Empathy clause of the Code of the Woosters. In spite of the Code, I was trapped in silence. I was sure that if I prodded him again, Jeeves would only become shorter with the young master. No doubt, if I followed that path, this would all end with his refusal to let me so much as utter the word “hospital.”
Thankfully, I didn’t have to suffer very long before Jeeves spoke. I say that he “spoke;” I should say instead that he gasped some words at me through an obviously rigid larynx.
“Sir... how long shall it be until we arrive, now?” I peeped sideways at my man—whose face had come over a sincerely sickly combination of white and bright red since last I looked at him—and answered with measured calm, trying my vocal cords at the same tone he’d employed when I’d been crying for us to make our flight not two hours before.
“Oh, I’d say another half hour or so, if I’ve got my directions right. Not to worry, Jeeves! It’ll only be a little longer. I’m sure that Bingo wouldn’t mind if you had a bit of a lie-down while he shows me ‘round the place.”
Jeeves shifted back, and his eyes seemed to lock stock-still ahead of him. With an unsteady hand (though one supposes that said unsteadiness could be attributed to the vibration of the car,) he withdrew a handkerchief from his breast pocket to press at the sweating red patches over his map. The other looked as if it would crush the hat still sitting tidily in his lap. Jeeves squirmed oddly in his seat, bounced an uneasy leg a few times, and, after another minute or so, he addressed me in the most low and frankly desperate voice I’d ever heard of anybody, all trace of its normal formality and pleasant veneer washed away.
“Please....” He paused to breathe; the silence drew my eyes again, and I noticed with a sudden jolt that one of his hands had disappeared beneath the bowler hat. I looked away at once, of course. Then back again. “I am sorry sir... terribly sorry, for this... indiscretion. But you must stop.” Although I depressed the brakes as Jeeves requested, I too began to question him, bewildered.
“Whatever for, Jeeves?” He had turned his attention from me again, reverting back into that tense near-sitting position with his eyes shut tight. His hand was still conspicuously absent from the scene. “We’ll be at Bingo’s in twenty minutes. You can rest then.”
“Please, sir, I... have to urinate,” he stumbled out in a sharp breath, his face turning, if possible, more deeply red about the ears and cheeks. What with Jeeves’ embarrassment and the very nature of this predicament, I felt my face flush too, and didn’t say anything as I stopped the car by the roadside. The landscape about us was completely open, not a shrubbery or tree or any other convenient foliage in sight. Just rolling hills and low, golden grass.
Perhaps steeling himself to stand, Jeeves remained in his contorted state for a good few moments with his long legs openly crossed. (I openly stared, but that, surely, is another matter entirely.) When he at last stood, it was with near-inhuman swiftness, and Jeeves didn’t even bother to close the door behind him. He took only a few, jolted steps from the vehicle before casting off his gloves and, one presumes, working at his trouser buttons. There was the shifting of fabric, and some labored breathing, and then there was the distinct and awfully loud sound of a stream pouring into a puddle in the mud beside the road.
I was still (understandably) extremely embarrassed by it all, and looked away to give my man some semblance of privacy. I was also (less-understandably) beginning to feel a little hot under the collar, and found it necessary to echo Jeeves by relocating my headgear into my lap. The sound, the image of Jeeves’ total discomposure, the long, deep breath I heard escape from him as he found relief—all of these served to stoke a flame that I never knew existed in the Wooster psyche.
It went on for ages, and, even through the haze of half-mortification and half-bemused arousal, I had to wonder how I could have missed all the signs so plainly presented to me. I’d wager I stopped him relieving himself before leaving the flat; I’d swallowed the “vertebral” drivel without a murmur, and even when he was on the verge of the unthinkable, I needed to be told before I fully understood. It was the miracle of belief, I suppose: belief that marvels such as Jeeves truly exist above the needs of us mere mortals.
After a disconcertingly long while—what seemed minutes, but probably could be capped at one—the gushing diminished into pattering raindrops, and then ceased altogether. The prospect of Jeeves’ return to the car shuddered through me like a death knell. Incredible awkwardness was on the horizon. I think that Jeeves prolonged his stay at the roadside for this very reason. For several moments he remained with his back to me, tugging at his jacket, pulling his gloves on again, and slowly retrieving the bowler that had been hurled from his lap to the ground beside the car. He’d lost it in his haste to exit the two-seater, and held it in both hands again, appearing to examine it for damage before replacing it on his head of sleek black hair.
The poor man could hardly meet my eyes on turning around. He was flushing as before, though the remainder of his face was significantly less pale. Despite the fluttery feeling in my stomach (and other, ruder places;) despite the fact that this Wooster rarely lives up to the might of his ancestors at Agincourt, I managed to break in with some words of assurance.
“Are you feeling all right now, Jeeves?” I questioned cheerily as ever, and offered him a smile. Jeeves met my eyes sharply. Then, with a dry twitch of the lips, he folded his re-gloved hands in his lap and settled peacefully into his seat.
“Thank you, yes, sir. Much relieved.” |
Nguyen Van Cuong looked at his beautiful girlfriend and appreciated just how lucky he was. Nguyen Thi Anh was slender and beautiful, with flowing black hair and perfect skin, and dressed so cute, too. And she even shared his favourite fetish - omorashi. She would hold her wee for him until she burst, and moaned in pleasure as the wee flowed down her legs, and was happy to tell him any cute desperation stories she had - and her recent job had certainly given her plenty. She had just been promoted at her office, and had little time to ever take a toilet break - and there was only one ladies' toilet in the office. She had got very desperate on several occasions, to the point of almost having an accident, but thanks to her holding experience had just about managed to stay dry. One of her colleagues had not been so lucky, and was left sobbing with urine flowing down her legs. Having seen her poor colleague's humiliation, she had decided on some new precautions.
"Tell me if you get desperate today," he said. "And especially if you don't make it..."
"Oh, I won't be worrying about that," she said. "I'm wearing special underwear today."
She lifted her gorgeous red skirt to reveal an adult diaper.
"I'll be using this as my toilet," she said. "No need to worry about queues when it's right here under my skirt."
"That's so hot," he said. "I'd love to change you when you get home."
"I'd love that too," she said, kissing him passionately.
"Just be careful not to let anyone see under your skirt," he said.
"I'll be very careful," she said.
Anh got on her bicycle and cycled through the Ha Noi traffic to the office. Being very careful not to show her underwear when climbing the stairs, she briskly walked up to the office and got to work. She made herself a large cup of coffee and started to drink it. She had a big bladder, and it would take a long time for it to fill up. But if it did, she wouldn't have to worry about the toilet when she had one under her skirt!
Sure enough, by lunch time, she really had to go, but there was a queue for the toilet. Rather than squirm in line, she decided to just hold it and let loose in her diaper if she really couldn't wait. She sat down and ate her lunch, chatting with her colleagues.
"They really need to build another ladies' toilet here," said Tran Thi Binh, her gorgeous colleague who had suffered misfortune before. "I still haven't got over that awful day last week. Fortunately I managed to get the smell out of my skirt..."
"I'm really sorry for you," said Anh, shifting a little in her seat at the thought of how desperate her colleague had been. "They really do need to make some changes."
"They really do," said Binh. "It's got so bad I've had to do exercises to help myself hold it. I've even considered diapers."
"Well, I wouldn't be that drastic," Anh said, blushing a little.
"You girls are such pussies," said Nguyen Van Chinh, a stocky, stubbly man. "I don't have any problems holding it. If you didn't take so long in the toilet then there wouldn't be so much of a queue."
"Thanks for being so understanding," said Binh, sulking. "And you're wondering why I turned down a date with you after you laughed at my awful accident."
"Come on, a grown woman piddling in her knickers is funny," he said.
"Not if you're the one doing it," she said. "It was the worst day of my adult life. I broke down in tears."
"Binh was really hurt emotionally," said Anh. "You should be more sensitive."
"Your bladders should be less sensitive," he said.
As the afternoon wore on, Anh's desperation grew more and more intense. Normally she would be worried, but with her diaper she felt confident. She could just let go while going about her business and everything would be fine. She felt an intense urge in her bladder and put her hand over it. It wouldn't be long before she lost control, but it didn't matter. She'd just carry on and let go when it got too painful. She strolled over to check up on Binh.
"Hey, have you done those graphs yet?" she asked.
"Yes," said Binh, looking up from her computer. "Look here."
As Anh bent over to look at the computer, the pain was just too much, and she started to spurt into her diaper. Trying not to show the ecstasy of release, she looked attentively as more and more wee spurted into her diaper, filling it with wet warmth. Her sphincter finally relaxed and started to wee in a cascade. The warmth was comforting, and no one knew about it!
Then she felt hot wee flowing down her legs. Her diaper was overflowing. It was made for the elderly, not 27 year old omorashi lovers with 2 litre bladder capacities...why didn't she test the diapers first? She gulped in horror as the wee splashed onto the floor.
"Anh...you're having an accident..." said Binh. "I'm so sorry..."
"Um...yeah...I...don't know what happened, I just lost it..." said Anh, tears coming to her eyes.
"I know it's so hard to hold it sometimes," said Binh.
"I'll...go and get the mop..." said Anh, traipsing off to the cleaning cupboard. She winced as she saw Chinh look down at her piss-streaked legs.
"You pissed yourself too?" he said, chuckling. "What is it with the girls here and tiny bladders?"
"Fuck off," she said, and tried to push past him. In doing so, she tripped over his foot, and fell forwards, her skirt flying up over her waist and revealing her diaper to the whole office.
"And you're wearing a DIAPER?" said Chinh. "Man, I might piss myself too laughing at this!"
"Fuck you..." she said, tears flowing from her eyes. She hadn't cried for years, but this humiliation had utterly broken her composure. She wished her boyfriend was there to cuddle her and tell her it was alright. She picked herself up and got the mop, before taking it back to her puddle.
"Hey, it's OK," said Binh. "I'll clean it up. You go to the toilet and get yourself clean as much as you can. Your skirt's still more or less dry."
"Thanks," said Anh. Her diaper was heavy with wee as she opened the toilet door. She removed it, dried her tears, and tried to get herself clean as much as she could. She would finish the rest of her day, then come home and seek comfort from her boyfriend.
Anh sighed with relief as she finally left the office. Her colleagues had been chuckling about her all afternoon. It felt like she would never get over it. It felt weird to get on her bicycle with nothing on under her skirt. She tried to comfort herself thinking of her boyfriend, and set off for home. When she got in, he saw her tear-streaked face and hugged her at once.
"What happened?" said Cuong. "You've been crying."
"My diaper overflowed..." she said. "I disgraced myself in front of all my colleagues."
"Oh, you poor little girl," he said. He clutched her tighter. She felt his cock sticking into her hard, and reached down to undo his flies. He opened up his trousers and slipped out his cock, and carried her to the bed, where he gently put her down and lay on top of her. She felt his cock firmly inside her and gasped from the pleasure. He thrust hard into her for a couple of minutes, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. The humiliation had made her so sensitive that she soon climaxed intensely, and her came soon after. They then kissed again.
"I know I've got you, at least," she said. "But I'm definitely trying a new brand of diapers next time." |
Part 2: [Insert Creative Title Here]
Shelby dragged herself and her uncomfortably full bladder to the front of the room. Of course the meeting was today. She had signed up for this stupid position in hopes that it would give her a better chance at being the class valedictorian, and she had never felt more regret in her life than she did now looking back on the decision she made. At least she wasn't the actual speaker today. She took her place behind her podium as the designated slide-flipping person, and patiently waited for her underclassmen to file in. An incredibly strong pang in her bladder jolted her back to reality, causing her to abruptly cross her legs and jam her hands into her crotch. Shelby quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed her childish act when she realized he podium was completely blocking her body from view. She mentally sighed in relief, and realized she could maintain this position for the rest of the meeting.
"Great, it won't be as bad as I thought. I'll just hold myself until the end of this stupid meeting and then I'll finally get to pee..." she muttered to herself. However, the thought of urination caused an extra loud complaint from her bladder, causing her to yelp quietly and tighten her grip on her pussy.
"You OK over there?" a voice called from her left. Shelby turned and saw her friend Karen, the speaker for the meeting.
"Y-yeah, just nerves," said Shelby as she smiled weakly.
Karen walked over to Shelby and whispered quietly, "I kinda have to pee. Hopefully I can make it through this", she said giggling.
Shelby attempted to laugh at Karen's confession, but she could not get her mind off the thought of urine, urination, her bladder relieving all of its contents, oh the bliss...
"I WANNA PEE! NOW! I'VE BEEN HOLDING IT FOR SOOO LONGGGGG!" her brain screamed at her. At this point, Shelby had strengthened her grip so she was literally hodling her pee hole shut. She shuddered, and continued to endure through her watery and painful trial. She hadn't even noticed the underclassman filing in, or the presentation even starting, until she realized Karen quietly looking at her. Shelby snapped back to reality, realizing she was the slide person, then realizing she wasn't holding the presentation remote since both her hands were acting as a makeshift dam. Fumbling around, she released her deathgrip on her private parts in attempt to grab the remote and flip to he next slide. This was a poor decision, as a small stream of pee trickled out and into her panties.
"COME BACK! COME BACK NOWWW HANDS PLEASEEE!" her brain moaned, but all the eyes in the room were on her. Karen looked behind her and realized the slide had been changed, and grabbed the attention of the audience and began speaking again. At this point, Shelby had optimized the placement of her hands, her left to act as her bladder barricade, and the right to act as the remote controller.
"Hnnngh it felt so much better with two hands..." she thought to herself. As the presentation dragged on, beads of sweat began to run down her forehead. 99% of her effort was focused on keeping her bladder in check and the measly remaining 1% was being used to flip the slides whenever they needed to be changed. Shelby was supposed to answer any questions after the presentation, so it would be wise of her to actually pay attention, but underclassmen generally never cared and never asked any questions, so she continued to exert the majority of her effort to not cause a flash flood in her underwear. After another agonizing four slides, the bell decided to spare Shelby's tired bladder and let its voice ring out through the school.
"Aaaand if you have any questions you can ask Shelby over there!" Karen concluded, as she started briskly walking towards the door. Shelby saw a few underclassmen saunter towards her.
"No, no, no why now?!?!" she whispered. On any day, she would have been excited to help these young students out, but today, her bladder was simply not having it. She brushed past the started and confused freshman and made a beeline for the exit. Once she was out of sight, her hands dove right back into her nether area, like a heron diving for fish. She awkwardly half hobbled half ran to the girl's bathroom, but to her dismay, the singular stall was occupied. Her disapointment and panic quickly multiplied when she saw Karen in front of the stall door, frantically knocking.
"Pleeeaaase hurry I'm literally about to wet myself," Karen desperately pleaded. The only response was a steady stream of liquid forcefully hitting a porcelain bowl and heavy breathing from the other side.
What was only 45 seconds felt like twelve years, as the stall occupant finally walked out. Karen clumsily dashed into the stall, fumbling with her zipper, until a loud repetitive beeping began to sound. The fire alarm.
"Oh come onnn really???" Karen groaned. Although Shelby stayed silent, her bladder more or less expressed this sentiment by sending an incredibly strong pang throughout her body.
"Attention students," the PA speaker said. "This is not a drill. An unidentified individual has been spotted carrying a firearm around campus. Please run to the nearest closed area and hide. I repeat, this is not a drill. Remain until you receive further instructions."
Karen burst out of the stall with tears in her eyes. "I don't even know how long this is going to take I'm actually going to wet myself..." she stuttered through her panic and shock of not getting her sweet relief. Her eyes then traveled down to Shelby's pants, where Shelby's hands were still firmly cemented near her love shaft. [I'm running out of synonyms for crotch send help D:]
"Hey do y-"
"We can't do anything about it. Let's go," Shelby briskly interrupted, dragging her friend outside her bathroom and into a nearby janitor closet."
After hearing another female's torrential downpour a few seconds earlier, Shelby could only focus on pee. She didn't know how much longer she could last, but this torturous intermission between her and her bathroom break would not be very helpful.
--to be continued(probably)--
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Part 3: Long Awaited End
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The janitor closet was pitch black. Everything seemed to go silent for a few minutes. The school was so peaceful despite the current situation. Then Shelby heard the shuffling of clothes and the tapping of shoes, the unmistakable sound of Karen's pee dance. A few minutes later, Karen began to whimper. She tugged on Shelby's sleeve and whispered, "I can't hold it anymore."
"You have to!" Shelby hissed back. "It's not like you can pee he-"
Shelby was interrupted by the sound of a certain liquid hitting the ground. She realized the urgency of her friend's situation and it was a quite painful reminder of her own.
"We'll work something out," she muttered as her eyes began scouring the darkness for anything that could help. There was absolutely nothing. Some paint cans, and a mop.
"A... mop?" Shelby thought to herself. Then it hit her.
"Here, use this," Shelby said as she shoved the mop towards her friend.
A blank look spread on Karen's face. "Do your... thing on the head," Shelby tried explaining.
"That's sooooooooooooo gross! No way am I ev-" Karen was stopped by a sudden bladder spasm. The splattering of liquid on floor lasted for longer than the first occurrence.
"You either soak the mop or you soak your underwear," Shelby blatantly stated.
"Ughhhh..... you're right..." Karen admitted. Through a series of leaks and moans, she slowly adjusted herself to face the mop. Then, in one swift motion, she pulled her pants and panties down. Or tried. The hissing of liquid on cloth seemed to reverberate throughout the closet as the geyser of piss met an unforseen obstacle. Karen frantically tried to readjust her garments, finally succeeding after a long ten seconds. At this point, it was over for Karen's clothes. Her violent river of urine had entirely soaked her underwear and jeans, but the flow was just getting started. Karen's bladder had finally been allowed to release itself, and it contracted with such force that her stream completely overshot the mophead and was now hissing out through a crack in the door.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Karen moaned in ecstacy. She didn't care how much of a mess she was making. She was just glad her watery trial was finally over and there was nothing between her and sweet release.
"You're going to get us killed!" Shelby hissed, but Karen was already in her own world.
Shelby, on the other hand, was not doing so hot. It was hard enough holding a horse's bladder worth of pee in, but the sound of Karen's bodily process was pushing her to her breaking point. As the initial hissing transitioned into splashing due to her friend rapidly adding to her puddle of bodily fluid, Shelby's bladder muscles decided they had had enough. A spurt of her load slipped out of her private parts and kissed her panties. Not enough to leave a spot, but enough to signal that she was fighting a losing battle. But Shelby was a defiant girl.
"I haven't wet myself since sixth grade, and that was in a swimming pool, so that doesn't even count!" She thought.
"I've always been able to make in time and this is no exception! There was the time I peed out the window when the water was out, and-"
Shelby's monologue was rudely interrupted by her bladder. But her bladder was done pleading. It was demanding relief, and it wanted it now. Unfortunately for her bladder, Shelby's willpower was stronger. She jammed her hands back into her crotch and scissored her legs together. She could feel her pussy pulsing from the pressure and her wet panties uncomfortably pressed against her labia, but no more pee would make it out of her hole.
If Shelby had a guardian angel, this was definitely the time it came through. The loud voice of the PA came on and announced, "The individual carrying the firearm has been identified and is not... actually carrying a firearm. We apolgi-"
Shelby shoved a dazed Karen aside, football tackled the door of the closet, and rushed out, hopping her way over to the nearest toilet. To Shelby's dismay, hopping was a very ineffective method of transportation, and a line for the one stall built up before her very eyes. Shelby was not putting up with any of these plot devices forcing her to hold in her pee any longer, so she hopped to the adjacent boys' bathroom.
"I just need to release my pee somewhere!!! A urinal would be more than fine! Its not like any girls will be using them, and boys can pee super fast!" she thought.
Her hope was shot down when she saw five girls lined up at each of the five urinals, spraying them (and the floor) down to their bladder's content.
"Omigod, thank god they *hah* let us use the boys bathroom," one remarked.
"Yeah the lady on the announcement was so kind and understanding! We girls can't hold it forever..." another said.
"But I feel so bad for the janitor," a third chimed in. "We uh, kinda suck at aiming."
Shelby hopped at max speed out of the bathroom as laughter rang out from her previous location. At this point, she was just looking for a surface she could unleash her ocean on which would cause the least damage. She parkoured through the mass of people, clumsily traversing through the hallway so she could reach the school yard and let it flow somewhere there. At least, it was parkour if you exclude the lack of dexterity, finesse, and most importantly, pee holding. The bursting beauty emerged from the sea of people, and made a beeline to the nearest bush. Her pride became a nonfactor, as so many eyes were upon her, some confused, some realizing the situation. Her bladder, so close to relief, squirted out just enough to dampen the backside of her pants, making it clear to all what was about to happen.
Shelby knew she didn't have the time to get comfortable, squat, and void. Her bladder was at its last straw, unafraid of ruining her reputation then and there. She yanked down her jeans, and her rapidly dampening panties soon joined them. Her wet and naked butt was on a public display, and so were her nono parts, but Shelby could care less.
Because after a whole night and an agonizing four hours, she could pee. And pee she did.
A water cutter jet of piss exploded out of Shelby's poor peehole. The sound of her urination put the Sierra Falls to shame. Her bladder was voiding so hard she thought her peehole would be permanently widened from all that force. She denied all the haters who said "Girls can't pee standing! It's biology!" The force of her bladder muscles pushing all her pee out turned her stream into a beautiful sin curve, destroying the bush leaves with a chaotic rustling sound. Pee droplets went everywhere. They flowed down her butt, some flew past the bush, others chaotically diverged from the main stream, forming a rainbow. But Shelby was too distracted to notice the chaotic beauty she was producing for the world to see. She was in heaven. The relaxation of her bladder sent a quivering sensation throughout her entire body. An area below her peehole began to secrete its own liquid. Her knees began to quiver from the sheer pleasure and she promptly fell down, giving the lower part of the bush a taste of her golden shower. A puddle began to form at the base of the bush, as Shelby's precious package dripped off the leaves and settled. Four minutes later, Shelby's bladder finally started to ease up. The sound she was making was now comparable to a baby rattlesnake. Her stream lost its seemingly murderous intent and calmly began to lose distance until she was just peeing into her panties. Finally, after a five minute trip to heaven, Shelby returned and looked at the awestruck crowd.
She looked back down at the oceans she had made, on the bush and in her panties, and weakly said, "I uh, kinda suck at aiming" and promptly passed out.
Legends say that the bush that Shelby rained down on no longer needs water to grow.
~Fini
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A/N: Hey hey, this is my second re-posting from AO3! An "Ace Attorney" fic. One that will have a second chapter at some point. Hope that you enjoy it if you read it!
Phoenix Wright, ace attorney, young, bright-eyed and enthusiastic defender of the unjustly accused, blinked rapidly as several drops of sweat tickled their way down the side of his face.
The flood of perspiration sprung from many sources: Phoenix was up against his old friend and rival, Miles Edgeworth, yet again. He’d made it to the third day of a major murder trial, his last chance at clearing his client’s name, and he hadn’t made the least bit of headway. Worst and most sweat-inducing of all, to even arrive at the scene of his defeat, he was forced to force each rotation of the unoiled pedals of his bike on an unforgivably bright morning in mid-July.
By the time Phoenix arrived in the front lobby of the district courthouse, he was absolutely drenched. His trademark spikes had taken on a significant droop—and that was to say nothing about the rest of his body. He would’ve liked to have taken a look in a mirror, maybe freshened up and tried to do something with his hair. But the bathroom on the floor was blocked off, marked with a hastily-written “Out of Order” sign, so, instead, he settled for spending several minutes mopping his face with a leftover fast food napkin and running his fingers through his flaccid coif.
Phoenix’s associate and favorite Spirit Medium, Maya Fey, spotted him from across the room and approached with a smile, looking fresh and cheerful as ever. Phoenix had begun flapping the sides of his suit jacket to get some airflow over his marshy torso.
“Hiya, Nick!” Phoenix struggled not to glare at his young friend. Maya, perceptive as she was of things that Phoenix could barely guess at, wasn’t always perceptive of the severity of a situation. “Ready to give Edgeworth what-for?”
“Maya,” he said, with as much gravity as he could force into two syllables, “I really don’t know what’s going to happen in there today.” Maya stepped back, eyes wide, and she frankly stared for several seconds before responding.
“W-what? But Nick... you said that you had a sure lead... you said you knew exactly what we were going to bring to court today!” Perhaps he’d been a little too heavy-handed. Phoenix could already hear the tears and lip-trembling creeping into Maya’s voice.
“Look, I know what I said. But I couldn’t get there. The police still had the place staked out last night. The officer at the scene told me they wouldn’t be clearing out until this morning.” Perfect, he’d thought then, and now. Perfect for keeping evidence out of the defense’s hands. They really are in the pocket of the prosecution up there.... “I need to get to that overlook. I know it sounds crazy, but I have a hunch. The sight angles in the key witness’s deposition just don’t line up with a clear view of the murder. But I can’t prove anything until—”
BANG!
An imperious figure in burgundy swept into the lobby at that moment, effectively silencing Phoenix’s explanation. Miles Edgeworth had arrived—if one could call such a bombastic entrance mere “arrival.” The prosecutor had thrown open both of the glass doors, causing them to crash into the walls behind him, and was stampeding across the room with such intensity that his grey fringe flew back over the top of his head.
“Stagno—Gumshoe—in the witness lobby. Now!” He barked as he passed, without lifting his head from the inside of a bulging manila folder. Phoenix and Maya tracked Edgeworth’s progress as he tore by and punctuated his performance with a hearty slam of the hallway door.
“What’s all that about?” Maya wondered. “I mean, he’s already won, hasn’t he?”
“Maya!”
“I’m just saying... it’s not like there’s much more prepping they need to do, is there?” Phoenix shrugged and glanced at his watch.
“Two minutes ‘til. He’s probably just afraid they’ll be late.”
“Wonder what could’ve made Edgeworth almost-late in the first place?” Maya said, tapping her cheek.
Phoenix shrugged again. He couldn’t begin to guess. It wasn’t as though he really knew anything about Miles Edgeworth anymore. Phoenix’s best theories revolved around agonizing over tea choices and the perfect drape of the cravat, but anyone who’d even seen Edgeworth could’ve guessed as much. Maybe it didn’t matter. Communication was a two-way street. If Edgeworth cared at all about reviving their friendship, he could’ve made some effort. He didn’t have to ignore all the friendly greetings and invitations he’d been offered over the past several months....
There was no reason to care anymore, Phoenix decided. He had friends. He didn’t need Edgeworth’s validation. Not in the least.
“Docket number K-12019000567: Mortimer Douglas. All parties please proceed to Courtroom Two.”
The intercom’s voice was of the warm and gentle sort, but it neither warmed nor gentled one excessively sweaty defense attorney.
“I haven’t talked to my client at all!” Phoenix cried, even as his legs began dragging him in the direction of the courtroom. Maya failed to hide a snicker.
“No, no. You were busy, weren’t you? Busy daydreaming about Edgeworth’s morning....” Had she not been almost a foot shorter and considerably smaller than him, Phoenix would have considered a shove in response. He decided instead to walk into the oven of a courtroom with as much dignity as a faintly blushing attorney could muster.
Far from the bull he’d been on entering the courthouse, Edgeworth had receded back into cool precision behind the prosecutor’s desk. At the Judge’s prompting, he primly stated the prosecution’s position, and Phoenix was left staring at a solid block of plausibility that he couldn’t imagine chipping through. A couple of minor witnesses took the stand and were quickly dispatched. Despite inconsistencies in one and outright perjury in the other, Phoenix hadn’t been able to shake the foundation of the prosecution’s argument. He couldn’t even begin to imagine any counterarguments that didn’t hinge on evidence, try as he might.
All was as it always was when he faced off against his childhood friend: A regular shit-show. Just as he’d begun toeing the edge of the Cliff of Despair, Maya interrupted Phoenix’s languishing with the smack of paper to the side of his face.
“Ow!” He protested. He openly glared at her this time. “What was that for?”
“To jog your brain a bit!” Maya cried. “Don’t you think there’s something strange going on here?”
Phoenix began rifling through the facts of the case in his mind. A young woman, Marina Fontes, had been found dead, dashed on some sharp rocks at the bottom of a waterfall. The lone suspect—Phoenix’s client—was her on-again off-again boyfriend, a clueless but earnest young man called Mortimer Douglas. Suspicions abounded among the friends of both parties; most of what was said on the witness stand so far had been less “testimony” and more “gossip.”
There was no way Phoenix could disbelieve his client. Even after he’d heard multiple witnesses state that they’d seen Douglas near the scene and he’d gotten an earful about the character of his client, he believed in him. At the very least, the prosecution no longer had anything particularly convincing to compound their star witness’s account. Everything had come to hinge on the credibility of one Papa Stagno, the man they were waiting to appear in the courtroom; the man claiming to have seen the murder as it happened... and Phoenix was without hard evidence against him. He had a suspicion. He believed that the sight lines Stagno had set up in his deposition didn’t really make sense, but without an accurate diagram or a photograph, he had no way of proving it.
“No, I don’t see anything really ‘strange,’” Phoenix admitted, “other than the police getting in the way, I suppose. I really thought that Gumshoe was through with trying to shackle the defense. But I guess he’s got to do whatever he can to keep his salary above nothing these days, and, besides, we already knew about that. I’ll give you that the last two witnesses—”
“No, not about the case!” Maya scolded. “I was talking about Edgeworth.”
Phoenix shook his head at the abrupt shift in conversation. “What about Edgeworth?”
“Everything!”
“Maya, just spit it out. What are you trying to say?”
“I’m just saying. I’ve seen this sort of thing before,” Maya said, as though she were about to launch into a lecture on the subject of whatever it was she was “seeing.” She scrunched up her face in concentration and narrowed her eyes in the direction of the prosecution. “Yep. No doubt about it. Edgeworth needs the toilet.”
Phoenix couldn’t have been any more grateful that he wasn’t trying to eat or drink anything just then. He definitely would have aspirated something. Probably choked to death. As it was, he only gagged a little on his own saliva.
“Um... excuse me?”
“I think he’s gotta pee. Pretty bad, by the looks of it.”
“Maya!” Phoenix could feel his face prickling unpleasantly at the suggestion. He’d never thought of himself as a prude. That was Edgeworth’s territory. But bringing up something like this in court—! Maya was far more troubled than Phoenix had ever imagined. What’s more, she was lacking something vital. “What evidence could you possibly have to think that?”
Maya glanced across the courtroom, then back at Phoenix with determination on her face. Nobody should have been so determined to prove something so humiliating.
“He’s hardly said anything this whole time. The witnesses have been doing all the talking.”
Phoenix made a dismissive noise. “This is the last day, isn’t it? He’s just throwing every lead he’s got on the stand right now, trying to get someone to support his key witness. He doesn’t need to ask them anything!”
“Whatever. Have you seen his face? He’s been glaring at nothing through the whole cross-examination—”
“Edgeworth’s never not glaring. I really thought you knew that about him by now.” Maya puffed out her cheeks indignantly.
“Well he doesn’t always stand with his legs crossed, does he?!” She shot back, and tilted her head sharply to the right. Phoenix followed the movement with his eyes.
Maya was right: Edgeworth was standing, glaring at the wall, with his right leg pressed hard into his left at the knee. Phoenix felt his stomach lurch. As he watched, the prosecutor shifted his long legs against each other stiffly, as if to cross them fully—at the same time grey eyes lifted to meet blue. Edgeworth’s eyes widened and he immediately snapped back into a pose of strict attention. Was there a bit of a blush on his cheeks...?
No, Phoenix decided as he looked away. Maya was doing just what Edgeworth and his kind did: She strung together a story, hung loosely from bits of unrelated but credible-sounding evidence, and tried to make it read as gospel. Phoenix had been defending for too long to allow himself to be sucked into wild stories anymore. What had he seen, after all? Just an uptight man embarrassed that he’d been caught out of character. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.
“Maya,” Phoenix sighed, crossing his arms. He could feel his sweat-soaked shirt clinging nastily to his chest as he moved. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve never even seen Edgeworth use the bathroom.”
“What, you mean you’ve been waiting for it?” Maya giggled. Phoenix reeled back and proceeded to add another bucket or so of sweat to his already disgusting ensemble.
“What?! N-no! I just mean... I never have. Not when we were kids, not since we met again. He always used to say that he just ‘didn't need to....’” Maya made a feminine sort of fart noise with her mouth.
“That guy was never normal, was he?”
“No, not really.”
“Your Honor!”
A baritone voice—a less-than-pristine baritone voice—rang out through the courtroom. All eyes fell on Edgeworth, who managed to look as put-together as he always did, despite the waver in his tone.
“The prosecution would like to request a short recess in which to prepare its final witness. There wasn’t ample time for the prosecution to gather information from this witness prior to the commencement of proceedings this morning.”
The Judge turned a quizzical look on the prosecutor. “And why is that, Mr. Edgeworth?”
Edgeworth almost didn’t react to the question. Only Phoenix, who had once seen his old friend in the depths, noticed how one of his long white fingers began tapping his arm as he replied.
“The prosecution was unavoidably detained this morning, Your Honor.” The Judge continued to gaze, prompting further explanation. “I... overslept, Your Honor.”
“Hmm,” the bearded gentleman hummed, over the deafening silence of the defense’s collective shock. “Very well. The prosecution’s request is granted. I will allow both parties ten minutes in which to prepare their final arguments.”
Edgeworth made a sweeping gesture with his arm, as if to bow, but seemed to think better of it, and offered a quiet “thank-you, Your Honor” instead. Once he’d retreated back into the prosecution’s chambers, Maya laughed out loud.
“‘Overslept,’ eh? I bet that’s another thing you never knew he could do.” When he didn’t respond, Maya clapped Phoenix on the back. “Earth to Nick! I’m talking to you, you know!”
Phoenix struggled to get his footing back before he replied: “Sorry. I was just thinking. I don’t really want to meet with Mr. Douglas. I mean, I really don’t want to meet with Mr. Douglas. Without the evidence, I’ve got nothing else for him... he’s practically a dead man walking....” He sighed, and put his arms down again. Rivulets of sweat began trickling down inside his sleeves. “I’m going to change. Wait for me outside the courtroom, will you? I’ve got a spare shirt in my basket.”
With that, Phoenix jogged out of the room, giving the defense’s lobby a wide enough berth that he could clearly hear baritone grumblings from inside the prosecution’s. Once he’d navigated through the packed courthouse, tripped over a stray toddler or two and made it outside to retrieve his fresh shirt, five of the recess’ ten minutes had already slipped by. With the bathroom on the main level still closed, there was really no time to get downstairs, clean himself up and change, so Phoenix reluctantly headed back to the hallway in front of Courtroom Two.
There, he found Maya and Dick Gumshoe shooting the breeze. The huge detective waved at Phoenix as he approached, highlighting the fresh sweat and mustard stains on his already filthy trench coat.
“Good to see ya, pal! How’s things?” Phoenix shrugged.
“Getting by, I suppose. What’re you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be helping with the witness interrogation?”
“Ha! Nah, Mr. Edgeworth said I’d just hamper him.” Gumshoe replied, chuckling. “He’s been real nasty today. I wouldn’t get in his way if I was you, pal.”
“Do you know why Mr. Edgeworth was late this morning?” Maya prodded.
“Nah, not really.” The detective looked a little downcast. “I mean, he was down at the precinct pretty late last night. Or really early this morning. Must have been. Every single teabag in the breakroom was gone when I checked in! Anyway, I guess he must have overslept, like he said. You saw him come in at two minutes ‘til! We really had no time to prepare those last witnesses. But Mr. Edgeworth’s not gonna take it easy on you with Stagno, pal!”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Phoenix suppressed a nervous chuckle before rounding on Maya, “But you’ve got to see what I mean. You really let your imagination run away with you back there.”
“What are you talking about?” She retorted, “He got here with two minutes to spare! You don’t think he missed his chance to—”
“No, Maya. I think he just came in late, was unprepared, and got flustered about it.” It all sounded perfectly logical when he said it out loud. Not that Phoenix liked to find himself debating the alleged bodily functions of Miles Edgeworth. But if Maya was going to be so insistent, it seemed like his duty to prove her wrong. “We’re always cutting it fine, sure, but Edgeworth actually cares about that sort of thing. I think you’ve made something out of nothing here.”
“Didn’t you see him back there?” By this point, Maya had become incredulous to the point of yelling. “I’m still surprised nothing accidental happened.”
Phoenix was on the edge of a biting retort for the ages when the door to the prosecution’s lobby burst open. The person within wrenched the door ajar with such strength that it bounced back against the wall, and a furious puce-hued shape sped from behind it, through the hallway and out the double doors. Phoenix only caught a glance of the prosecutor’s face—flushed, sweating and scowling—before he disappeared into the front lobby.
Before anyone could raise a comment or even begin to laugh, several things happened: A loud exclamation erupted out from just beyond the lobby door, in distinctly Edgeworthian tones. A moment later, the intercom sounded again: “Docket number K-12019000567: Mortimer Douglas. All parties please reconvene in Courtroom Two.” Finally, there was another exclamation, this one clearer, sharper, and extremely German.
As the trio stared, the door to the front lobby opened sedately, and Edgeworth appeared in the threshold. The prosecutor was standing very stiff—more so than usual, even—and colored very red around the cheeks and the ears. He didn’t acknowledge Gumshoe or Maya as he walked inside. Instead, he stood directly in front of Phoenix, in that particular way he had that made him look like he had a pole rammed straight up his spine, and didn’t exactly meet Phoenix’s eyes, opting for the strategy of glaring somewhere in the vicinity of his rival’s forehead.
“There will be nothing but trouble for you if you attempt to question my witness, Wright,” he said lowly. “It would behoove you to allow him to say his piece and accept the consequences.”
Phoenix made a dismissive noise and put his hands on his hips. “You really think I’m going to fall for that, Edgeworth? I’ll question him as much as I need to get to the truth.”
The prosecutor shuddered faintly and stared at Phoenix’s forehead for a heavy, silent moment. He ultimately left the matter at that, turned on his heel, and began to take small steps in the direction of the prosecution’s courtroom door. Gumshoe followed him, chattering happily. Maya cast a meaningful look at Phoenix.
“What?” The defense attorney shot back. He felt his face prickling again under her gaze.
“Oh, nothing,” said Maya airily, “I was just wondering how far you’ll get into the cross-examination before Edgeworth wets himself.”
“Oh my God, Maya,” Phoenix groaned, “Do you really want that? Even if you’re right—”
“—I’m obviously right—”
“—do you really want that to happen?”
Maya shrugged, and thought for a moment. “I don’t know. It’d be pretty funny.”
“Uh-huh.” Phoenix didn’t like to think about it. Not just because it was disgusting and humiliating. Not just because it was, admittedly, a little funny. No, it was because the thought of his old friend, his most pristine, put-together acquaintance, the faultless Demon Prosecutor... the thought of that man being controlled so fully by his bladder was alarmingly hot. And he wasn’t about to let anyone know he thought so. “Look, could you just hold onto my shirt while we’re in there? I’m going to change if we get another recess.”
“Oh, we’ll get another recess,” Maya giggled. “No doubt about it. Did you see the way Edgeworth was walking? I give him ten minutes, tops.” The defense attorney pulled down his jacket and hoped that he wasn’t blushing too noticeably. If worst came to worst, he could always blame it on the heat of the courtroom.
Thankfully, Phoenix didn’t have to reach to look dignified before the court. Not with Edgeworth already there, seething at the empty witness stand. Maya had to clap a hand over her face to keep from bursting out laughing.
“Court is back in session for the trial of Mr. Mortimer Douglas!” During the recess, the Judge had rolled up his voluminous sleeves to his elbows and set up an oscillating fan under his bench, causing the thin material to whip around him like a huge black wind sock. “Is the defense ready?”
“The defense is ready, Your Honor.”
“And the prosecution?”
Edgeworth straightened up, scowled, and nodded silently.
“Very well then! The prosecution may proceed.”
The prosecution proceeded. Haltingly. “The... prosecution... calls its final witness, Mr. Gherard Stagno.”
When summoned, Mr. Stagno approached the witness’ bench. He was a small, stooped man of around eighty, with a deep tan, wispy white hair combed over his head, and a distinct limp, which hampered his progress significantly. It took him a good minute to cross the courtroom, and another to actually take the stand.
“Mr.... Stagno.” Maybe Maya was right. Phoenix hadn’t seen Edgeworth struggle so much with speech since the last time a tremor shook the courtroom. “P-please state your full name and occupation for the record.”
“Ah, buongiorno, mio bel ragazzo!” Stagno turned to the prosecutor with a nearly toothless grin and waved, as if he hadn’t recently been being chewed out by said member of the prosecution. “My name is Gherard Stagno—but all know me as Papa, for I am a papa or grandpapa to so many! I always have them down at the river, my lovely Boccagrande, always entertaining all the Stagninos, swimming and fishing and canoeing. There was a time just a few months ago, at the first of springtime, when we—”
“Witness!” The prosecutor hissed. Edgeworth had skipped several steps of mounting frustration and landed squarely in his deadliest tone. “Please, for God’s sake, stick to the relevant facts.”
“Ah, si, si—you know, my friend, you’d do better with some time by il fiume. Like this, you’re bound to drive yourself to an early grave!”
Edgeworth’s scowl deepened. “Th-that is none of your concern! Give your testimony, Stagno. Now.”
“Very well, very well! You want to know about the murder, yes? Well, it was just about a week ago. Yes, yes... a week ago, when the weather was so very strong. Right at the bank of my lovely river! He was flowing mightily that day.” The old man smiled dreamily. “We’d just had a bit of a ‘downpour,’ as you Americans call it. He, Il Boccagrande, was about as swollen as he could be without bursting out over his banks, no measly trickling down the rocks....”
“Objection!” Edgeworth cried, much to the bewilderment of the judge and the amusement of Maya. The prosecutor hadn’t yet broken his stiff, upright stance, but Phoenix could make out the tremble in Edgeworth’s index finger as he brought his arm back to his side. “The prosecution objects to the witness’ rambling! He must only report on facts that are relevant to the case!”
“Ah, but you see, my most impatient legale, these facts—they are very important,” Stagno replied, wagging a finger in Edgeworth’s direction. “Cruciale, you might say. The river—he isn’t strong enough to carry away a body when he is running low, as he is in this accursed heat!”
The Judge banged his gavel once and turned to the prosecution. “Objection overruled. The prosecution will refrain from interrupting testimony unless absolutely necessary.”
At that point, Maya had to duck under the defense’s table to hide her silent fits of laughter. Phoenix shook his head, but couldn’t exactly broach any argument. Throughout Stagno’s testimony—an especially long-winded testimony, peppered with unfortunate details about the flowing of the river and the pouring of the rain—the prosecutor’s limbs jerked frequently, as if he were struggling not to tie himself into knots. His twitching, once-pale face had come over almost as pink as Phoenix’s tie, and his fingers rapped incessantly on whatever surface they came to rest on. When he thought no one was looking (though Phoenix frequently was,) Edgeworth would snake a hand down his side, over to the front of his thigh, and nearly cross his legs.
Only nearly, though. Never did he actually do anything incriminating. Somehow, the iron will of the prosecutor managed to win out over everything... even when the witness enthusiastically took up the subject of waterfalls. (Not to say that the man was entirely unaffected by the subject of waterfalls. When Stagno began describing the “mighty deluge” of the river, and the way the water “emptied ferociously” into the basin below, Edgeworth’s eyes squeezed shut, and Phoenix was pretty sure he heard a foot stomp somewhere behind the prosecutor’s desk.) There really wasn't any room for doubt anymore. Water-based terms, no matter how evocative, didn't set off the average man that way.
Long after Maya had tapped Phoenix’s watch and shrugged, marking the passage of ten minutes, the testimony ran on. When it was at last time for the cross-examination, Phoenix looked Edgeworth in the eye from across the courtroom. The prosecutor glared his longest, darkest glare. Phoenix smiled. How long could Edgeworth’s iron will hold out? Curious, and amused, and turned on in the most baffling way, the defense attorney resolved at that moment to question Stagno on everything. Detail after detail, nothing would go unexamined. Who knew? Perhaps he’d actually find something to turn the trial around along the way.
“Papa Stagno,” Phoenix began, lingering over each syllable, “you say that the river was ‘swollen’ on the day of the murder. Can you tell us more about that?”
“Si, si! On that day, Il Boccagrande was running high from his mouth to his waterfall. I am surprised, still, that he never overflowed....”
Maya never actually stood up and took her place beside Phoenix on the defense’s stand during the cross-examination. She was absolutely consumed with mirth. Phoenix found a way to needle every detail Stagno had thrown into his testimony, and Edgeworth was powerless to respond. In words, anyway. The twitching at suggestive river-related terms proved that he was still listening, though he had fallen almost entirely silent. The only sounds that came from the prosecution’s side of the room for the entirety of the ordeal were heavy breaths and the quiet click of heeled dress shoes against the marble floor.
Eventually, Phoenix returned to pertinence:
“Can you tell us what exactly you could see of the murder from your vantage point?” He couldn’t say he’d begun to take pity on Edgeworth, exactly... but the trial had to conclude eventually, and all the unnecessary pressing didn’t seem to be getting him anywhere on any front.
“Ah, well, Signor Spinoso... Papa Stagno saw it all!” For the first time, the witness sounded less-than assured. For the hundredth time, Edgeworth glared between the defense and the witness and furtively bit his swollen lip. “He saw this Mortimer—a frightful man!—he saw him toss the young Marina in the water! He saw her carried like so much spazzatura down in the flood, down over the gushing waterfall... he heard her scream, and she disappeared! That’s all there is to it, Signor Spinoso. All of it.”
This was it—precisely the lie he’d been waiting for! Phoenix was quite sure that Stagno couldn’t have seen the bank clearly and a body being carried all the way down the river, not if what he’d glimpsed from afar was true. Stagno was the only man purported to have actually seen Douglas throw Ms. Fontes in the water.... Even without the evidence, he had to try. He had to object, to cast doubt on Stagno at the very least—
“OBJECTION!”
All the eyes in the courtroom turned sharply on the prosecution. (Even Maya’s, though she had to crawl around the corner of the defense’s desk to look.) Phoenix’s own objection died in his throat as he watched.
“Your Honor,” Edgeworth began, voice as taut as a bowstring, “the prosecution... would like... to request... a ten-minute recess.” The Judge raised his eyebrows into his non-existent hairline.
“Mr. Edgeworth! The prosecution has been granted a recess already! What is the meaning of this?" The blank expression that came over Edgeworth’s face nearly had Phoenix laughing, too.
“Er... Your Honor...” Edgeworth began, running a hand through his silvery hair and leaning almost double over the prosecution’s desk, “you must admit that it is extremely warm in this courtroom, and that the... w-witness... is a man of advanced years. No doubt he needs a water break after such... lengthy... t-testimony....”
“Perhaps you’re right... but two recesses seems a little excessive to me!” The Judge proclaimed. “What is the defense’s stance on this matter?”
“Hmm....” Phoenix hummed loudly, and affected his best “thinking” face. He locked eyes with Edgeworth after a good thirty seconds. Somehow, the sheer force of Edgeworth’s gaze hadn't yet set him on fire. “I suppose that the defense has no objections....”
“Very well. Court will reconvene after ten minutes. But neither party is to speak to their clients or witnesses at this time.”
With a sound bang of the gavel, the court dispersed. Maya popped up from behind the defendant’s table and looked out across the courtroom.
“Well, I guess that’s over,” Phoenix mumbled. On the other side of the room, Edgeworth was trying (and failing) to act as if he weren't running for his life as he bolted out the door. Maya doubled over in laughter as soon as he’d escaped. “Can I have my shirt back? I’m going to go downstairs and change.”
“Oh my God, did you see him? I thought he was going to punch the bailiff on his way out!” She cried. Chortling, Maya handed over the fresh shirt. “Oh man. Edgeworth’s never going to live that down.”
Phoenix chuckled his agreement before heading off towards the back stairs with his shirt. He’d discovered them after one of his first trials at this courthouse: His shirt had become soaked with sweat, just like today, and he’d been desperate to change before he left. After about an hour of awkward traipsing around the crowded public toilets on the first floor, Phoenix had wandered down the set of disused stairs and discovered a single-person bathroom on the bottom floor containing an old sink, toilet and urinal. It had been locked when he’d first come upon it, but was opened simply enough with a coin, and had essentially become his ever since. No one else seemed to visit it; Phoenix had even gone so far as to bring in his own cleaning supplies, so neglected was his little corner of the courthouse.
With the nine minutes or so left in the recess, Phoenix took the time to take off his tie, shirt and undershirt, and scrub himself off with a handful of wet paper towels. He’d become absolutely rank during the trial, and definitely couldn’t afford to dry clean two sweat-soaked shirts.
He definitely couldn’t afford the medical bills associated with jumping clear out of his skin, either, so it was fortunate that Phoenix just avoided it when someone began twisting his bathroom’s door handle. Before he could tell whoever it was to move along, that “whoever” began knocking with impatient violence, and forced out some words:
“Nrrrgh.... Open up, please....”
Phoenix recognized that voice and its absurd attempt at composure.
“Uh... Edgeworth?”
“Wright?!” Phoenix could practically hear Edgeworth’s scowl through the door. He did hear a pair of expensive dress shoes tapping frantically against the concrete outside, and a string of German words hissing from between clenched teeth. The door handle began turning frantically again. “Open this damned door!” Phoenix didn’t even try to disguise his shout of laughter.
“Why’s that, O Great Prosecutor?” He asked lightly. “Something you need to say to me?”
“Wright, for God’s sake....”
“What’s that?”
“...It’s... ngh... my affairs are no concern of yours!” Edgeworth shot back. Phoenix laughed again.
“Oh, was that an ‘affair’ of yours? Almost pissing yourself in front of the whole courtroom?” Phoenix chuckled. He may or may not have heard actual growling on the other side of the bathroom door. “Wow. I really didn’t think you could invent pretentious labels for everything....”
“Wright... you will... open the door this instant, or I’ll—I’ll—!”
“You’ll do what, exactly?” Phoenix couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so amused. “Hate to break it to you, but I think I’m the one in a position to bargain here.”
“What the Hell are you rambling about?!”
Phoenix picked up his undershirt, shook it sharply, and pulled it on with thoughtful slowness. “Well... you need me to let you in, don’t you?”
“Nrrrgghhah—!”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, I could just let you in... but I think I’d like something from you first.”
“Whatever... it... issss....” Edgeworth’s voice seemed unwilling to remain in its usual measured baritone, and was creeping up into a treble-ish whimper. “No... a thousand times, no... I don’t ‘need’ anything from you!”
“Really? Well I guess you can just find another bathroom, then, can’t you? You’ve got almost seven minutes left....” Phoenix snickered, and waited, listening, as he picked up his fresh shirt. Ginger steps moved a little ways from the door, only a few feet down the hall by the sound of it, and returned again almost immediately. There was a long near-silence, filled with the subtle music of shifting fabric and creaking leather. Just when the defense attorney had begun to wonder if his prosecutorial adversary given up, or even—God forbid—finally wet himself, there was a loud thud on the other side of the door, and Edgeworth spoke again. His voice was low and close, almost sneaking into the room with Phoenix.
“Please... Phoenix, please, I need to... just... please, spare me this humiliation....”
Admittedly, Edgeworth did a good job at appealing to Phoenix’s bleeding heart. But a determined defense attorney, even one like Phoenix Wright, who had effectively taken almost all of his cases pro bono, didn’t give up in the face of a little begging.
“I will, Edgeworth, I will... if you get me another day in the Douglas trial.”
“What?!” The trembling treble had returned with a vengeance. “Th-this... this is extortion!”
“I know. Funny, isn’t it? I’d really thought you’d’ve got something like this over on me long before I could do it to you.”
Another growl ramped up into frantic speech. “I’ll have you held in contempt of court... disbarred—!”
“I’d love to see you explain that to the bar association.” Phoenix grinned at the thought. “‘Oh, but you must remove him from practice at once, Madam President! Mr. Wright got in the way of my affairs....’”
“I swear to God, Wright... if I believed in your... fatuous client’s innocence... I would assist you... but I do not, and I cannot, and... Holy Christ—!”
“Hey, don’t you think you should be nice to me and my client right about now?” Phoenix cut into the hard, wheezing breaths on the other side of the door. “Or don’t you mind ruining that fancy pink suit of yours?”
“You... you... nrrrgh... mein Gott....”
“Come on, Edgeworth. You know you want to! Just one more day. Just a few more hours to find the truth, and the bathroom’s all—”
“Heh.”
If Phoenix had been interviewed just then—though, thankfully, he wasn’t, what with the undone shirt and the slight tumescence in his pants—he would have said that the very last thing he'd expect to hear from Edgeworth was a laugh. Enraged swearing? Yes. Whining and tears? They were a distinct possibility. But laughing? What could possibly induce a man on the verge of total humiliation to laugh?
“Um... Edgeworth?”
“Heh, heh... heh ha ha ha ha!”
Oh, shit. He’s gone insane.
“Ohh, I’ve got you now, Wright!”
“Uhh....” Phoenix didn’t like the sound of that. Nor did he like the sound of metal scraping against the lock of the door. Nor the sound of the spring giving way, nor the bang of his bathroom door against the concrete wall outside, nor, even, the secondary bang when it slammed shut again.
With nowhere else to go—he didn’t really have the nerve to escape into the courthouse with with his shirt still hanging open—Phoenix decided he should just get out of Edgeworth’s way. He dodged right, only to find himself being pushed roughly back to the other side of the room in front of the mirror. Rather than planting himself in front of the urinal (the expected choice, and, therefore, Phoenix thought, the last one Edgeworth would make,) Edgeworth unzipped and ripped his pants down and dropped onto the toilet with his hands over his face.
The defense attorney, meanwhile, stared into the corner of the room and started trying to do up his cuff buttons with limited success. After a good thirty seconds with no sounds at all but Edgeworth’s quiet wheezing, Phoenix snuck a glance over his shoulder. Edgeworth was still sitting there, breathing, and... nothing else.
“Shut up, Wright,” the prosecutor hissed, without looking up.
Phoenix lifted his hands in protest. “I definitely didn’t say anything.”
“Just... nghhhh....” If he’d ever sounded on the verge of tears, it was then. A whine caught in Edgeworth’s throat, and he shook his head in his hands.
Phoenix turned away again and tried to focus on his shirt again. Could he do anything to help? Did he really want to? Well, yes. He always wanted to help his friends when they were really in trouble, regardless of how prickly and pig-headed they could be, but... what could he do, exactly?
When nothing more than a few more barely-audible whimpers had escaped by the time he was finished doing up his shirt, Phoenix turned around and took half a step closer to his broken rival. He’d never seen anything quite as pathetic as this: a grown man crouched low on a dilapidated old toilet, practically sobbing into his hands. It painted a more pitiful picture than any witness on the verge of conviction, than any ramen-deprived Maya—and all this from the Demon, the genius; the man who embodied perfection more than any von Karma ever had. All this from his friend, a man he'd cared about for nearly eighteen years. He had to do something....
“Hey, Miles,” Phoenix began, in his best attempt at a soothing voice, “are you...?”
Without warning, the deluge began. A shaking breath later, Edgeworth’s hands fell from his flushing face, and an obscene groan ripped from his throat. The prosecutor’s iron frame at last began to relax, and he leaned fully against the dusty porcelain tank behind him, head tipped back and mouth slightly open. Thankfully his eyes were still tightly-closed, so he didn’t have to witness Phoenix whipping back around into his corner, trying his hardest to downplay a sudden displacement of blood.
The defense attorney did his best to center himself by doing up his tie, but found it difficult, what with the shaking hands and the sounds of relief flooding his ears. When the sounds, at last, tapered to a trickle, then finally stopped, Phoenix had bungled his Windsor knot about four times and was left staring, wide-eyed, at his own reflection. He heard the toilet flush and five hundred-dollar trousers being zipped up, even steps approaching him, and was pushed firmly out of the way once more as Edgeworth commandeered the sink.
“You are a fool, Wright, thinking that you could extort me,” the prosecutor remarked languidly. “Don’t think that I won’t be reporting you for this.”
Phoenix had given up on his tie. When Edgeworth had pushed him aside, he had, of course, looked at him. He’d looked all the way down his frame, in fact.
“Umm... Edgeworth....”
“To even think that a respectable defense attorney would employ such degenerate tactics!”
“Edgeworth....”
“Perhaps if you’d approached me about your thoughts regarding Mr. Stagno’s deposition with some civility, we might have worked something out. But I’m afraid we’ve come too far for that. This case will be closed today, and you will—”
“Edgeworth!”
“What?” The prosecutor snapped, looking at Phoenix at last. Phoenix was making a vague pointing gesture that did, eventually, draw Edgeworth’s gaze downward, in the direction of his legs. His eyes widened, his face blanched, and a hand convulsively raked through his grey hair, all as realization dawned.
There was an obvious wet spot on the front of his trousers. Not a small one, either, but a great, dark stain that emanated radially from a point near his inseam and snaked all the way down to his mid-thigh. Suddenly, the Genius Prosecutor was on the verge of collapse again.
“So,” Phoenix grinned, “how about that extra day?”
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Phoenix made it back into the steaming courtroom with about ten seconds to spare. His tie was barely tied, and his hair nowhere near its usual spikiness, but he’d made it. The Judge looked around the assembly in bemusement.
“Has anybody seen the prosecution?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Phoenix supplied. “Mr. Edgeworth took ill during the recess and was obliged to leave. The defense moves that court be adjourned for today and reconvene tomorrow.”
The Judge shrugged, though his inflated sleeves rendered the gesture almost unnoticeable. “Very well. An extension will be granted for this case due to these unforeseen circumstances. Court will reconvene tomorrow at 10 AM.”
With a bang of the gavel, an unhappy crowd was dismissed, and an ecstatic Maya began bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.
“That was amazing, Nick! Looks like you won’t have to hide from Mr. Douglas anymore!” She beamed. “But... what happened to Edgeworth? And your old shirt?”
Phoenix smiled. “Sometime, Maya,” he said sagely, “you’ll find that someone else's needs are greater than yours.” |
A/N: Guys I wrote another chapter of this
Please tell me if you think it works! It's the first fic I've written from the perspective of a sufferer, so I'd really like to know. Thanks very much!
Miles Edgeworth, ace attorney, was a man of logic and reason. It was no great stretch for him to look at the details of any matter and piece together precisely what had happened and what would happen from that point. He prided himself on putting facts and understanding of the probable progression of things to use in every situation, no matter how trivial, and portending the outcome with utmost accuracy.
It was natural, therefore, that he should imagine that the obvious fullness of his urinary bladder might fade into unimportance if he kept himself from dwelling on it.
He’d woken not twenty minutes before inside an evidence examination room in the bowels of the police station. He’d hardly intended to pass the night in that claustrophobic little space, but he had. The consumption of numerous cups of repulsive caffeinated black tea had failed to keep him awake past four AM; he’d fatuously fallen asleep over a bit of evidence, and, at this late stage, he was made to speed his way to the courthouse, unwashed, dressed in the same clothes as the day prior, and with barely half an hour before the trial began.
This was to say nothing about the foreboding tension now resting, low and persistent, in the center of his pelvis.
He put said tension out of his mind as soon as he identified the symptom. It was simple enough, if he only depressed the gas pedal of his beloved sports car a little more than was necessary and put on far more early Stravinsky than was necessary. A few expert lane changes and expansive chords from a satisfyingly raucous brass section did a great deal by way of distraction. They were powerful stimuli, powerful enough, he told himself, that there was no need whatever to contemplate the discomfort constantly needling his midsection.
At length the stimuli, powerful though they were, began to lose their potency. Ten minutes away from the courthouse, and already the constriction of his waistcoat had become... remarkable.
Think of the case, then, he told himself. Marina Fontes: A young woman who had been brutally murdered when she was thrown into the Boccagrande River. The suspect: Mortimer Douglas, an absolutely obtuse specimen of humanity that no doubt had difficulty stringing coherent words together under normal circumstances; through a sea of crocodile tears, the man was close to unintelligible. Ms. Fontes had died when she was swept away by the current of the overfilled river, down around a bend and over an exceptionally steep waterfall....
Edgeworth was seized by the irritating desire to press his knees into each other. He resisted.
Don’t be a child, he reproved himself. You can manage this.
Regardless of when he arrived, it would be necessary for him to wait. It was quarter ‘til by the time he looked at his car’s clock again. The trial began at ten, and he was about five minutes away from the courthouse. He would need to park, then, even if he made it inside the building with enough time in which to— he knew himself. He knew that he didn’t manage well “under pressure,” as it were, and, besides, the only restroom close enough was... very public. If there were anyone else there—well, there was no point dwelling on it. It wouldn’t be necessary. It wasn’t necessary. Unpleasant as matters were, he was in no imminent danger of disgrace.
It’s a simple thing, really, he reasoned. I need only request a recess and make my way out. Simple. Easy. Nothing to be concerned about. What with his corroborating witnesses, as well as his star, there was no reason why he shouldn’t manage to end this whole sorry, shameful business within a half hour of his arrival.
Ten minutes. He pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare, and made for the prosecutors’ zone. He’d already begun turning smoothly into his usual space when he found that there was no space at all—it was occupied already by a tiny, colorless sedan that appeared to have limped its way into the lot and died there. As it clearly didn’t belong to any of his fellow prosecutors, Edgeworth was sorely tempted to step out and put the back bumper out of its misery with a swift kick, but he refrained. He was late enough already.
Another five minutes of circling passed before Edgeworth managed his way into a cramped space at the end of the lot, snatched his case file, and made his way across to the courthouse as quickly as he could with his nose buried in documents. There was yet some preparation to be done with the witnesses—specifically, a Mr. Gherard Stagno—before the trial began. Edgeworth didn’t even look up when he entered the building. He merely let his file down for a moment to throw open the glass doors before him and charged inside.
“Stagno—Gumshoe—in the witness lobby. Now!”
He vaguely noted the sounds of some feet heading in the same direction as he, and, so, assumed that his demands were being carried out. Indeed, when he looked up, Detective Gumshoe and the witnesses were already present and accounted for, staring at him from their perches around the lobby. Edgeworth stole a glance at his pocket watch. Two minutes.
“All right,” he said, without feeling either of the syllables he spoke, “you: Mr. Cascata. Be sure to emphasize the exact time at which you heard the screams. And Ms. Flanders, don’t forget to inform the defense about your opinions on the defendant’s character. Mr. Stagno—”
Gumshoe raised his hand feebly. “Um, Mr. Edgeworth, sir—”
“Be quiet, you dolt. I haven’t enough time for your inane remarks.” Edgeworth checked his watch again. Damn it all. “I haven’t any time for your inane remarks. I must be getting on. Expect a recess soon. And for the love of God, please go over the pertinent points with the witnesses before they’re called.”
“Y-yes, sir,” Detective Gumshoe replied meekly, and took to scratching at the back of his head.
This isn’t a problem; not at all, Edgeworth told himself, while every step up towards the courtroom door seemed to add another hundred grams or so to the burden within him. I will be out again inside fifteen minutes.
Edgeworth made it up to the prosecutor’s bench with no incident, though that was hardly saying anything. He’d barely made it on time. Phoenix Wright and Maya Fey were already facing him on the other side of the courtroom as he arrived, looking as perfectly asinine as ever, and the trial proper began just as he set down his file and laid out some pertinent papers.
“Court is now in session for the trial of Mr. Mortimer Douglas,” the Judge declared from the bench. “Is the prosecution ready?”
“Naturally, Your Honor.”
“And the defense?”
Wright let go some meaningless remark to the effect that he, too, was ready—but Edgeworth knew better. Wright was hardly “ready.” He hadn’t been these last two days, and there was no doubt that he would struggle against the three witnesses the prosecution had lined up for the final session. There was nothing more to do but stand back and watch the trial progress.
“Would the prosecution please review the events of the trial up to this point?”
“Gladly, Your Honor.”
With nary a glance at his notes, Edgeworth recited the goings-on of the past two days’ worth of conflicts and resolutions and questions raised with only the occasional jab at the defense’s shoddy work. In a minute or so, he had the matter neatly presented to the court and a witness on the stand. The first, a rabbity sort of creature with wide dark eyes and a great cloud of brownish hair, gave her testimony and was quickly dispatched for relevance—or, rather, a notable lack thereof. The second shouted his remarks boldly from the stand, but that didn’t stop him from having his daring claims needled at and eventually punctured by the defense. Despite its initial assurance, it seemed that the prosecution was beginning to flounder.
The prosecution was in no hurry to rescue itself from the depths, however. Edgeworth allowed the defense’s comments to go by without so much as a word to the contrary, other than a half-hearted attempt at preventing Mr. Cascata from being discredited entirely. The prosecutor was far too busy floundering in depths of his own. It turned out that “standing back” wasn’t the best strategy for keeping one’s mind off of biological necessities.
It can’t be too much longer, he told himself. Mr. Cascata had been removed after making the unwise decision to insult the judge personally, and they were waiting on Mr. Stagno to finish his preparation and enter the courtroom. It will be over after him. Just a little while more... just don’t think about it. Think of something else. Think of anything else.
The courtroom was warm and sticky, he noted. Perhaps it should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. His fingers were. They’d become frigid over the course of the latest testimony. That, surely, was the reason why his hands longed to fidget so, and why a cold sweat had begun prickling the back of his neck, and why his right leg was slowly creeping over his left, and—
What are you doing?! A sudden shock jarred him back to his senses: The combined realization of his own indecent behavior in court, and, worse yet, the flicker of his gaze that told him that Phoenix Wright was looking at him. Staring at him, even. He could do nothing to prevent the rush of blood he felt entering his cheeks, nothing at all but to make an attempt at straightening up and concentrating once more. Perhaps even on the case.
So, Edgeworth tried to concentrate: He picked up one of the pages from his desk and gazed at it. Any effort to do more than simply look at the thing proved useless. Words entered the lenses of his eyes and got lost somewhere between the vitreous humor and the retina. Something had to be done.
“Your Honor!” Edgeworth called in the Judge’s direction, cutting through the very soggy silence. He loathed the tone his voice had taken on; it was as though he were announcing his predicament to the world in every waver. “The prosecution would like to request a short recess in which to prepare its final witness. There wasn’t ample time for the prosecution to gather information from this witness prior to the commencement of proceedings this morning.”
The Judge turned towards him and furrowed his brow. Does he know? Does Wright know? The whole courtroom, even? “And why is that, Mr. Edgeworth?”
“The prosecution was unavoidably detained this morning, Your Honor.” The Judge wouldn’t stop looking. He knows. Doubtlessly. “I... overslept, Your Honor.”
“Hmm.” The bearded gentleman considered the proposal and Edgeworth himself for a long moment before rendering his verdict. “Very well. The prosecution’s request is granted. I will allow both parties ten minutes in which to prepare their final arguments.”
Thank God. Edgeworth could have sighed his relief, but he didn’t. Instead he intended to bow, as was his wont, but the movement involved in raising his arm warned him that any further stress applied to his midsection was incredibly ill-advised.
“Thank-you, Your Honor,” he offered, and turned about on his heel to head back to the prosecution’s chambers. There, he was immediately assaulted, sight, smell and sound, by Detective Gumshoe.
“Mr. Edgeworth, sir!”
“Not now, Detective,” Edgeworth growled, pushing his way past Gumshoe and toward the opposite door.
“But Mr. Edgeworth, sir, there’s something I gotta tell you about Mr. Stagno’s testimony—” The impossibly large man insisted upon hindering Edgeworth’s progress through the room; he was forced to level his steeliest glare at him.
“I said: not now.” Edgeworth felt his right leg twitch convulsively inward again, and struggled to keep his hands resting properly by his sides. Out of my way, get out of my way this instant you beleaguering buffoon, unless you wish to make me— “You’ve prepared him sufficiently, haven’t you?”
“W-well, that’s the thing, sir!” The man’s air of embarrassment told all: he hadn’t been able to prepare the witness at all, let alone sufficiently by Edgeworth’s standards.
“What?”
“Well, sir, you see, I wasn’t really able to figure out if he knew what he was saying, you know, being a bit old and not so great with English and all, and I really wanted to ask you first if—”
“Fine, Detective!” Edgeworth shot, and threw his file onto the rich, dark table in the middle of the room. “Fine. I shall take over Mr. Stagno’s preparation, since you seem to be incapable of it.”
“But sir, don’t you want me to—?” Edgeworth shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.
“You will only hamper me, Detective. Without you, I shall have his preparation done in under five minutes. Go on—you’re free to go.”
“Well... all right, sir....” Gumshoe groused, and proceeded to cross and exit the room as if it had been nothing.
Left alone with the witness, Edgeworth observed him cursorily. Gherard Stagno. An aged Italian man who claimed to have seen the defendant throw the victim into the Boccagrande River. A man who now sat, smiling senselessly, at the table before him. Already, Edgeworth began to curse his decision to make up for Gumshoe’s deficiencies himself.
“Buongiorno, Signor Edgeworth!” The man greeted with far too much cheer. “You may remember me, Papa Stagno! I gave you all the very good information about that wicked Signor Douglas, yes? Ah, it is a lamentable thing that happened. Povera Signorina Fontes. The girl, she didn’t deserve such a fate. But I’m ready to give you all the best of testimonies in her—ah, my good man, are you feeling quite well?”
Edgeworth’s eyes shot open at Stagno’s inquiry. In preference to sitting down with his witness, Edgeworth had chosen to stand. When standing motionless had seemed to grant gravity an even greater advantage over the hundreds of milliliters of liquid within him, he had begun pacing in short, quick steps. When even that provided nothing by way of relief, he’d closed his eyes and furrowed his brow and set the entire capacity of his brain to continuing to retain the cursed capacity of his bladder.
With a great effort, he managed to halt his stilted steps around the room, and even to look at his witness, but only if he leaned heavily over the back of one of the room’s well-hewn chairs.
“Y-yes, yes, of course, Mr. Stagno. I was simply considering the matter at hand.” A shame that the “matter at hand” wasn’t one to which Stagno was actually a party. “There is much that you must be aware of before you take the stand.”
So, Edgeworth completed his preparation of the witness. And not a single thought about the case or the man before him passed through his mind as he did so.
He spoke, naturally. He heard the words tumbling out of his mouth: Orders, barked; the same orders he pushed onto each of his witnesses before they took the stand. Orders he could barely make out over the pathetic litanies and the feckless expostulation ringing louder and louder in his head as the seconds crawled by. Each moment seemed to have become a physical thing. By the horrible magic of his body, every one of them was transfigured into some great, viscous presence that refused to move faster no matter how desperately he pleaded.
As he felt himself nearing the end of his didactic monologue, Edgeworth’s mind began to wander. He began to reflect, to plan... to fantasize. Just a few words more, his mind insisted; just a quick demand for any questions, and he would at last be allowed to escape. He would be unable to seek total privacy, but he’d given up that privilege long ago. He would be forced to condescend to the public restroom. But, then, it was only a little after ten. Most trials scheduled for that hour would have begun already, and most would not have broken for a recess yet. The stalls were rarely occupied. He only had to finish this conversation and make his way there. There, he would finally relieve himself of this maddening physical burden; at last he could be free to use his mind again... and it would feel so terribly good....
“That will be all, Stagno.” Edgeworth declared abruptly. The witness frowned beneath his drooping white moustache.
“But Signor Edgeworth, there is just one more thing that—”
The sounds Stagno was making didn’t register to Edgeworth’s ears anymore after that, and those that had reached him hit his eardrum and dropped right back out of his head. He was entirely focused. Focused upon keeping himself upright and steady; moving as quickly as he could manage with precise, practiced deportment, as though endeavoring to keep from spilling an overfull cup of tea. His senses, but for the demands from within, continued to fail him. He would hardly have noticed if his own father had been standing amid the people he passed on his way through the hall to the front courtroom lobby.
He was so close. The restroom was in sight. He only needed step a few more times, and—
“Verdammt!” Edgeworth cried out, as his foot impacted something, and his steps were stopped. The item in question: A pathetic bit of cardboard on which was written “unending shame and humiliation” in too few letters. This restroom, it seemed, was out-of-order. He didn’t know where there was another. He’d never bothered to learn.
Where else—where is there somewhere—I need—right now, I need—
“Docket number K-12019000567: Mortimer Douglas.” The intercom crooned dispassionately. “All parties please reconvene in Courtroom Two.”
“Scheiße! Scheiße, scheiße, shit….” The prosecutor growled, and hissed, and raked both his hands furiously through his hair. Only the long gazes granted him by the people milling around the lobby kept him from actually stamping his feet in frustration—and from burying a hand between his thighs.
What could he do? There were literally no options remaining to him. This restroom was closed; he could find nowhere else, for he’d run out of time and knowledge of other places, and he couldn’t possibly bring himself to request an extension for this reason. They—Wright, the Judge—they already knew, perhaps, but that didn’t mean that he could debase himself further by acknowledging it. He simply had to await another recess, or for the end of the trial. Any other possibility was so unseemly that it forbore thought.
But thoughts assailed him anyway: Forget the trial. Just for a few minutes, forget the trial; forget your witness. Don’t go back. Make them wait, as you have done. Go downstairs, go upstairs; go outside, for God’s sake! And thoughts replied: Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible; I must, I cannot; how far gone must a man be, to consider public disgrace outside his place of work?
Edgeworth did all he was capable of at that moment: He straightened up (pointedly ignoring the continued stares,) adjusted his constricting garments, and started another path of careful steps back through the door to Courtroom Two. All the way there, he had to fight to produce rational thought against the flood of arguments streaking through his brain and the dual sensations of incredible, throbbing pressure and cool air breathing on his heated face.
Inside the door, he was met immediately with Phoenix Wright. Of course he was. If he planned to suffer the greatest humiliation of his life, it couldn’t possibly be without that man present to witness it.
Edgeworth stepped up to Wright and looked vaguely at him. Not in his eyes, but, rather, around the apex of his left widow’s peak.
“There will be nothing but trouble for you if you attempt to question my witness, Wright,” he told him solemnly. “It would behoove you to allow him to say his piece and accept the consequences.”
“You really think I’m going to fall for that, Edgeworth?” Wright demanded in return. “I’ll question him as much as I need to get to the truth.”
The mere suggestion of a drawn-out cross examination made a shudder wrack down Edgeworth’s spine, a shudder that ended agonizingly in his pelvis and demanded that he remain perfectly still. He did, for a moment, then took up his tentative steps towards the prosecution’s lobby again. Gumshoe had begun saying something, chattering about “sight” or some other such nonsense that Edgeworth could hardly have cared about if he’d tried.
As soon as he entered the prosecution’s lobby for his file, Edgeworth was harangued by a furrowed-browed Stagno.
“Signor Edgeworth! I still have a thing to tell you about the case, a thing that I think is very important you should know before—”
“There is nothing more that I need ‘know.’” Edgeworth assured him as he moved rigidly across the room. “Keep to the facts. Give the defense your testimony, and do it as quickly as possible.”
“But, Signor—”
“Stagno!” He hissed from the doorway, “If you still wish to be called, kindly keep your mouth shut until you’re told to speak!”
With that, Edgeworth crept into the courtroom and reluctantly set down his things again. There was nothing for it. He would simply have to wait, interminably; to settle for focusing the entirety of his conscious thought upon the witness stand, willing Stagno to be present and to have already given the damning facts of his testimony to the court.
“Court is back in session for the trial of Mr. Mortimer Douglas!” The Judge declared upon his arrival, and looked ambiguously around the courtroom at large. “Is the defense ready?”
“The defense is ready, Your Honor,” Wright averred, with appallingly perfect calm.
“And the prosecution?”
Edgeworth intended to reply with just as much assurance as Wright... and found that his voice failed him. The rock-hard tension seizing his abdomen had taken hold of his vocal cords, as well; he could only nod in response to the Judge’s question.
“Very well then! The prosecution may proceed.”
Edgeworth’s voice did return to him, but only in small measures: “The... prosecution... calls its final witness, Mr. Gherard Stagno.”
Stagno was called, and he soon entered the courtroom. Or, rather, he moseyed into the courtroom, with long, shuffling steps, as if he were dragging himself through several inches of heavy syrup. He’d never showed any difficulty in moving before....
“Mr.... Stagno. P-please state your full name and occupation for the record.” The stone around Edgeworth’s voice box had cracked, leaving behind a raw, wavering mess.
“Ah, buongiorno, mio bel ragazzo!” Stagno turned, smiled, and waved gaily towards the prosecution’s bench. “My name is Gherard Stagno—but all know me as Papa, for I am a papa or grandpapa to so many! I always have them down at the river, my lovely Boccagrande, always entertaining all the Stagninos, swimming and fishing and canoeing. There was a time just a few months ago, at the first of springtime, when we—”
“Witness!” What is he doing?! “Please, for God’s sake, stick to the relevant facts.”
“Ah, si, si—you know, my friend, you’d do better with some time by il fiume. Like this, you’re bound to drive yourself to an early grave!”
“Th-that is none of your concern!” Can the man really have forgotten his instructions so quickly? “Give your testimony, Stagno. Now.”
“Very well, very well! You want to know about the murder, yes?” And why does he insist on smiling so? “Well, it was just about a week ago. Yes, yes... a week ago, when the weather was so very strong. Right at the bank of my lovely river! He was flowing mightily that day. We’d just had a bit of a ‘downpour,’ as you Americans call it. He, Il Boccagrande, was about as swollen as he could be without bursting out over his banks, no measly trickling down the rocks....”
“Objection!” Subtlety eluded Edgeworth in those moments. But as he neared the horrible convergence between his ability to care and the heights of desperation, he failed to notice. “The prosecution objects to the witness’ rambling! He must only report on facts that are relevant to the case!”
“Ah, but you see, my most impatient legale,” Stagno sighed affectedly, “these facts—they are very important. Cruciale, you might say. The river—he isn’t strong enough to carry away a body when he is running low, as he is in this accursed heat!”
The Judge slammed down his gavel and nodded sagely in the direction of the prosecution. “Objection overruled. The prosecution will refrain from interrupting testimony unless absolutely necessary.”
Edgeworth’s hands shook mightily, and he frankly stared at the witness. Oh my God. They’re going to let him speak about—
“Grazie, Signor Giudice!” Permission granted, Stagno prattled on enthusiastically. “As I was telling you: The rain, she was absolutely torrential for an entire day before this terrible business! She poured and poured... Jupiter wasn’t satisfied with her torrent through the whole of the morning and night! Naturally, she filled Il Boccagrande to the point that he would spill over if she had continued on; I could hear him, loud the next morning, thundering gallons and gallons down into the pond below!”
It was unbearable. There was no other word for it. Even if he had had the presence of mind for it, Edgeworth was prevented from removing his mind from thoughts of his own need, chained there by the corporeal sensations— the now-constant trembling; the throbbing, incorrigible weight—and by the testimony whose painfully evocative words demanded his attention.
“So, you understand, I couldn’t see at all out of my little place by il fume during that day. She came down in veritable sheets—she fell hard, in great, large drops that splattered down the riverbank and sang across the roof of my home all evening. I could hear nothing but her mighty deluge the whole night long! I planned to wait the night, to see that she stopped, but she continued pouring; I couldn’t wait the whole evening through!”
I can’t wait, I can’t any longer—I’ve been so damnably full since this morning; I can’t possibly wait forever....
“And then the river! I’ve never seen Il Boccagrande quite so full—I was afraid that he would spill over his banks and carry my little home away with him!”
If only there were some way to escape... to make it out during this testimony... to drown out the bleating of this witness... anything at all....
“Midway through the day, I could already begin to hear Il Boccagrande—just a little bit through the rain, you understand—I could already begin to hear him, emptying ferociously into his basin!”
God damn this case.... If only it involved some kind of physical evidence... something, anything that isn’t a handkerchief or footprint casts... a vase, a bucket; a vessel of absolutely any sort.... Something that could be easily removed from beneath the bench....
“The river, he started to run over a little, I swear it! Just a little bit, the barest trickle that began to creep around the edges of my home… I worried that he might flood inside the house for a time, but, thankfully, he refrained....”
What?! Don’t even think such— how could such absurdity ever have bored its way into your mind? You’ve gone insane. This little bit of liquid you’ve been carrying has driven you insane—is there water in your brain, perhaps?
It is more than ‘a little bit of liquid’—it is the accumulation of a whole night, a whole night examining evidence; a whole night of drinking the dregs of those awful tea bags—
That is very much your fault. How many did you consume—four or five cups? What possessed you? That can’t have been necessary. Now look at what is! You’re practically beside yourself. You’re going to void right here, in front of the entirety of the courtroom; in front of Wright, and it shall have been entirely your fault.
Faults do not matter; the fact is that—
Edgeworth caught his traitorous hand sneaking around his hip and lingering at the front of his thigh; he caught it thus engaged several times during the course of the testimony, and each time drew it back to his side with fresh surge of disgust. Twitches assailed nearly every one of his joints, and his throat transfigured every one of his breaths into a heavy sigh. Thankfully, by the time his attention was called fully back to proceedings, Stagno’s oral dissertation was just winding down.
“...And I heard Signorina Fontes scream, and trail off, down in the spouting water, no doubt over the falls to her sad, sad end.”
There was a long moment of silence. Most of the courtroom seemed to be holding to see if any further testimony would come dropping out of Stagno’s mouth. Edgeworth was holding, desperately, for the end of it.
“That is all, amici miei.... Unless the good legale has a question for me?”
Edgeworth’s head snapped up and he immediately sought Wright’s gaze. The man stared back... and he, like the witness, smiled intolerably.
No... please....
“Papa Stagno, you say that the river was ‘swollen’ on the day of the murder. Can you tell us more about that?”
No doubt the court record would make this question read perfectly innocuous. It wouldn’t note how Wright sauntered over to the witness, grinning as he did so; it wouldn’t note how each word poured out of the defense attorney’s mouth as swiftly as cooling glass.
“Si, si!” Naturally, Stagno was all too happy to oblige Wright. “On that day, Il Boccagrande was running high from his mouth to his waterfall. I am surprised, still, that he never overflowed....”
Edgeworth had never known Hell such as this.
Oh, he’d known pain in his life. But never had he been made to endure something at once so mentally and physically taxing; something that commanded the entirety of his body, and yet insisted that it remain unspoken. It was no ailment for which he could expect some leniency; it was no mental or emotional disturbance for which he could request time away from the bench. It was a thing of his own making, a childish scenario that he had crafted with his own hands... and he had to endure it. All the way through Wright’s abnormally meticulous cross-examination, all the way through the inevitable requests for response and the Judge’s deliberation, it had to be borne. The sensations as well as the barrage of his own thoughts.
Never before had such horrible, degraded, perverted notions run through his head, not even when he had been on the brink of adulthood. Never before had he fantasized about simply being allowed to urinate; never before had his brain supplied him with such deviously tempting thoughts: of standing perfectly alone in his own washroom, consuming the delicious sensation of release; leaning his arm and his hot forehead against a cool wall, groaning with the heaven of relief; sitting, perhaps, that his legs didn’t fail beneath him; feeling everything, every single cell within him as it fell and relaxed and assented, each a willing victim to a tide of irresistible pleasure....
All at once, it became too much.
“OBJECTION!”
He barely heard his own voice calling out, and only afterwards did it register that he might have objected to absolutely anything in that moment. But that horrifying edge was approaching with such speed that, no matter what he had interrupted, no matter how irrational it seemed... he had to do it. He would do anything, anything at all to avoid—
“Your Honor, the prosecution... would like... to request... a ten-minute recess.” Edgeworth ground out, and fought against a near-irresistible impulse to squirm. The Judge raised his eyebrows at him; it took all of Edgeworth’s limited concentration to pay heed to his words.
“Mr. Edgeworth! The prosecution has been granted a recess already! What is the meaning of this?" You want me to explain?! You know quite well already!
“Er... Your Honor...You must admit that it is extremely warm in this courtroom, and that the... w-witness... is a man of advanced years,” Edgeworth reasoned, with as much gravitas as a man clinging onto a precipice of disgrace could manage. “No doubt he needs a water break after such... lengthy... t-testimony....”
“Perhaps you’re right...” Yes, yes; please— “but two recesses seems a little excessive to me! What is the defense’s stance on this matter?”
God damn you!
“Hmm....” Edgeworth locked his eyes upon his opponent. Wright had thrown on a theatrically contemplative face and began stroking his chin in silence. He allowed several seconds to pass in this fashion.
I shall end him. I swear to God, when all this is over, I shall see to it that he never works again....
At last, Wright responded with a touch of mercy: “I suppose that the defense has no objections....”
Edgeworth let out a heavy breath and made one last effort at straightening his posture. He could have kicked or kissed his opponent for his decision. As it was, he did neither, and would be incapable of doing any such thing until after the recess, anyhow.
“Very well. Court will reconvene after ten minutes. But neither party is to speak to their clients or witnesses at this time.”
The moment he felt secure enough to move again, Edgeworth executed an abrupt about-face and strode erratically out of the courtroom. He tried again for an upright stance, but could only maintain it for a pace or so. The moment he escaped the probable visible range of the courtroom, he fell instinctively into swift, deliberate, crouching steps.
Thank God, thank God, I can make it, I can... I just need... a place, somewhere—
So distracted was the Edgeworth, by his thoughts and by his bladder alike, that he managed to run directly into Detective Gumshoe on his path through the prosecution’s lobby. He hadn’t seen him, for he had been largely looking down, measuring the progress of his feet in the direction of probable salvation. Edgeworth’s entire body was jarred painfully; a choked groan burst out of him, and he couldn’t keep his body from collapsing around the hard swell of his bladder, or a hand from grasping frantically between his thighs, desperate to do anything at all to stem the impending tide.
For the first time in his life, Detective Gumshoe showed some perceptive ability.
“Sorry, sir! Oh....” He stopped, and no doubt stared. “Uh... sir...?”
A pained sort of noise wrung its way past Edgeworth’s tightened vocal cords.
“...Sir? Do you, uh....” The detective scratched his head again (loud enough to be heard) then leaned forward a little bit and spoke (loud enough to be utterly humiliating.) “Do you have to... uh... ‘go,’ sir?”
“Nggh... o-of course not! I’m... f-fine....” Edgeworth panted, and made a sorry attempt at rectifying his appearance. He managed to tear his hand back to his side, but his posture refused to be corrected without some quelling protests from his insides. Almost instantly, he was crouching into his knees again.
“Umm... all right, sir....” The detective made to step away, but Edgeworth stopped him with a silent, frantic gesture until his voice returned to him.
“W-wait... Detective....”
“Sir?”
You cannot ask him, you cannot tell him; you cannot— “Where... is there... another r-restroom? The one in the lobby is—”
The Detective laughed a sudden, hearty laugh. Edgeworth could only hope that the man’s joy was equal to every dollar of the five-hundred he’d just cost his monthly salary.
“Aw, sir, you should’a asked me before!” Gumshoe chortled insufferably. “There’s this little single-use bathroom down on—”
“Where? Where is it?!” Edgeworth demanded, gazing fiercely enough at the detective that the man recoiled and swallowed the rest of his laughs.
“J-just down on the basement floor, sir... down the back stairwell from the lobby....”
“Very... v-very....” Edgeworth, perhaps, should have said something else; perhaps even finished his sentence. But he couldn’t. It took every bit of might he had to reinstate some forward motion that didn’t squeeze the entire contents of his mistreated bladder out of him and onto the finely-polished floors.
Navigating the stairs was a tricky business, but he managed to descend them without incident. On reaching the promised door, however, the sight of its restroom sign forced him to stop where he was, and take in a few, deep breaths against a sickening bloom of desperation that shook his every muscle.
Not now, not now... you’re so close.... Just a moment more, a moment, and....
When the surge passed just enough to allow movement again, he fell onto the door, and wrenched its handle. It didn’t open.
No, no, no no no no....
“Nrrrgh....” He couldn’t but sound his predicament to the person within. He hadn’t the strength to resist anymore. “Open up, please....”
“Uh... Edgeworth?”
That voice. That blithe, charming, maddening voice.
“Wright?!” It was true: It had to be him. No-one else could possibly be granted the honor of witnessing this magnificent moment of self-destruction. A few words, indistinguishable even to himself, hissed out of Edgeworth’s mouth before he could form another coherent sentence. “Open this damned door!”
The man laughed. Of course he did! The situation was highly amusing; no doubt, to a man who wasn’t on the very verge of public humiliation, a man within the restroom rather than without, it was absolutely hysterical.
“Why’s that, O Great Prosecutor?” Edgeworth could feel the mocking capitalization of every word. “Something you need to say to me?”
Edgeworth sighed sharply, and closed his eyes, and couldn’t quite stop his knees from bouncing his entire body, as though the sustained defiance of gravity might save him.
“Wright, for God’s sake....”
“What’s that?”
“...It’s... ngh....” Don’t say it. Don’t degrade yourself for him; don’t allow him the satisfaction. “My affairs are no concern of yours!”
Another laugh, and another sneering remark: “Oh, was that an ‘affair’ of yours? Almost pissing yourself in front of the whole courtroom?” Of course he knows. You already knew that he knows. “Wow. I really didn’t think you could invent pretentious labels for everything....”
“Wright... you will... open the door this instant, or I’ll—I’ll—!”
“You’ll do what, exactly?” Admittedly, nothing immediately manifested in Edgeworth’s mind. But he hoped that whatever he eventually designed would bring Wright as much agony as he’d suffered that morning. “Hate to break it to you, but I think I’m the one in a position to bargain here.”
“What the Hell are you rambling about?!” Edgeworth snarled.
There was a pause behind the heavy metal door. A pause long enough to allow Edgeworth to notice just how shallow his breaths had become—and how frantically his footfalls echoed down the empty hallway.
“Well... you need me to let you in, don’t you?”
An agonizing surge overcame Edgeworth and a cry clawed its way out of his throat against his will.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” The cheeky bastard. “Now, I could just let you in... but I think I’d like something from you first.”
Edgeworth shook his head violently, despite the couple of inches of steel separating the pair of them. “Whatever... it... issss.... No... a thousand times, no... I don’t ‘need’ anything from you!”
“Really?” Wright snickered. “Well I guess you can just find another bathroom, then, can’t you? You’ve got almost seven minutes left....”
He would try. He had to try, since Wright issued him the challenge. Edgeworth turned away from his door to deliverance and made a valiant attempt at following the path he’d taken down the hallway, back in the direction of the stairwell.
He’d only made a few, shuffling movements down the hall before he realized that this venture was impossible. He would inevitably disgrace himself if he attempted to leave—he wouldn’t even make it back up the stairs. Shudders wracked his back, each synapse another tiny, tantalizing finger brushing up and down his spinal column that teased and begged him to find release. He had to remain here; he had to crawl back to his spot of supplication before the door and beg for it to open to him.
At last, with no-one in the hallway with him, Edgeworth dared to twine his long legs around each other fully. It didn’t help in the slightest. His mutinous hand joined the effort, unbidden, and he grasped himself openly through his trousers; the infinitesimal amount of relief it brought was nearly his undoing. It made a heavy, wheezing breath fall out of his mouth, and prompted his spine to contort his body yet more preposterously, curling into and around itself. He would not fail now, not when he was so damnably close....
Wright already knew. Wright had said it. It was true: He had to urinate. He had to. More desperately than he could ever remember. It would happen no matter what transpired, and he begged that it would happen with some degree of decency within that room. There was no point denying it any longer, or attempting to save face before that man. Hadn’t he lost all of his dignity before him already?
Lost, but for this one, tiny hope of salvation to cling to, Edgeworth dropped his head, allowing his sweating brow to audibly impact the cold metal.
“Please....” Were he a touch more observant then, he would have despised the plaintive quality of his voice. As it was, he could only hope that it managed to reach past the door and into Phoenix Wright’s vast wells of sympathy. “Phoenix, please, I need to... just... please, spare me this humiliation....”
The wait for an answer seemed an eternity; the answer itself: a death sentence.
“I will, Edgeworth, I will... if you get me another day in the Douglas trial.”
“What?!” No no no no no— “Th-this... this is extortion!”
“I know. Funny, isn’t it? I’d really thought you’d’ve got something like this over on me long before I could do it to you.”
It is anything but “funny,” you contemptable—you loathsome— “I’ll have you held in contempt of court... disbarred—!”
“I’d love to see you explain that to the bar association.” Wright put on his best Edgeworthian voice as he went on: “‘Oh, but you must remove him from practice at once, Madam President! Mr. Wright got in the way of my affairs....’”
The man insisted upon torture... but he employed such devilish methods. Could Wright not have chosen real, explicit devices with which to extort him—the rack or thumbscrews or the chevalet—anything else that would make this suffering feel justified, that it might not be accompanied by such abject humiliation?
“I swear to God, Wright... if I believed in your... fatuous client’s innocence... I would assist you... but I do not, and I cannot, and....”
It had begun.
Edgeworth had thought it was nothing more than another furious pulse by his bladder; another angry order that would have to go unheeded. But it was more than that. There was liquid. A miniscule, damning spurt of it. He could feel it, rushing hot and tantalizing past his urethra, into the fabric of his underclothes—not for more than a second, and yet it commanded the entirety of his perception.
“Holy Christ—!”
His hands, only a pair of the many bodily members he had sought to control through this whole sordid affair, worked of their own accord: One of them tore at the last button of his waistcoat while the other opened his belt and fly just enough that it could plunge down and grasp him by the base, in hopes of preventing the flood by manual means.
Somewhere out in the ether, Edgeworth could just hear Wright’s voice mocking him still:
“...Don’t you mind ruining that fancy pink suit of yours?”
Edgeworth squirmed wildly, and gasped out what few words were available to him: “You... you... nrrrgh... mein Gott....”
Was there truly no escape? Was this really where it ended? A man once called a “genius” felled by a simple biological function—a function that could have been completed politely within just a few feet of him?
With what little presence of mind he had left, Edgeworth resolved to move away from the restroom door again. Not to escape, for that cause was entirely lost, but to provide some space for Wright to navigate the imminent evidence of his failure. As he shifted backwards, he lifted his eyes from the floor, just a little. He could see the handle of the door as he moved back; he could see the locking mechanism....
And he was saved.
It was a lock of a sort he’d seen before: A safety lock, one that was meant only to be closed from the inside, but, if the need arose, it could be opened from the outside with a screwdriver—or even, in extremis, a small coin.
“Heh, heh... heh ha ha ha ha!” Laughs tore out of him, thoughtless and uncontrolled. He would make it. After all of the suffering and humiliation; after all of the torture at the hands of an alleged friend, he would make it. “Ohh, I’ve got you now, Wright!”
The hand inside his trousers tore itself away and began scrambling in his pocket for a coin; the other remained, splayed over the solid bulge below his navel. He vaguely registered a bit of wetness slicking the tips of his fingers as he searched—sweat, no doubt, practically dripping down his hands that shook once from horrified restraint and now from manic excitement. He managed to get hold of a slightly moistened dime, immediately jammed it into the lock, and turned it. It opened.
Thank God, thank God—
Wright was there, standing, blocking him from his goal; Edgeworth raced past him and thrust him bodily towards the other side of the room and, at last, could push aside his clothes and seat himself on the toilet and—and—
Nothing.
No, no no no... please, I have to... I have to, I have to; I must.... I shall die; I shall burst...!
It wasn’t exactly an unfamiliar sensation. If Edgeworth found himself in the immediate presence of others, or if he were very anxious, or if he’d simply tried to restrain himself for too long, his muscles might refuse to cooperate. Those same fibers and neurons that had done nothing but demand relaxation became suddenly recalcitrant, unwilling to ease when the order was consciously made.
He leaned forward, covered his flaming face with his hands, and willed his body to simply cede. But it would not. He’d made it, finally made his way to a proper place, and his body had willfully transfigured itself into an impenetrable vessel of urinary retention.
A sound—a very soft, whispering sound, as of fabric and fingers—painfully reminded him that he wasn’t alone.
“Shut up, Wright.” Good God....
Wright mumbled in response, “I definitely didn’t say anything.”
“Just... nghhhh....” Edgeworth hadn’t managed to drive himself to this kind of extremity in some time—years, in fact. He’d almost thought himself cured of this wretched thing. But, no: Once again, his mind, his faultlessly clever mind was unable to devise a way to empty his bladder.
Please, please, for God’s sake... you don’t have to hold it anymore... just let go, damn you, just—
A soft voice began to reverberate in the room, interrupting the silent pleas; a gentle, tentative thing that didn’t even startle with its sounding. Its words were indistinguishable through the screams still sounding from within Edgeworth’s head, but the voice clearly tried to effect calm....
It succeeded.
Edgeworth’s muscles, still trembling violently with their impudent efforts to impede the flood, relaxed the barest amount with the soothing sound—and it was enough.
He could scarcely resist anything any longer: The near-gasp that fell from him at the first moment of release or the indulgent groan that rent the air immediately after; the almost soporific warmth spreading through his veins that coaxed him into leaning back and closing his eyes tight, lest he should miss a single breath of the marvelous sensations diffusing into him. Least of all could he resist the process itself, the great flood pouring out of him and the glorious emptiness it left in its wake.
He’d needed it. He’d said this, but only to generate sympathy; he hadn’t really believed it. But it was true. The pleasure wasn’t merely a self-indulgent one: He had earned this uncontrollable, devastatingly good feeling, and no longer had to feel ashamed. How could he, when he had come through his despicable trials and succeeded?
After a disconcertingly long while, Edgeworth finished, stood, did up his trousers again, and strode easily over to the sink. Wright was blocking his path again, earning the man another light push in the opposite direction.
“You are a fool, Wright, thinking that you could extort me. Don’t think that I won’t be reporting you for this,” Edgeworth said languorously, delighting in the newfound ease of his own voice. Everything was easy again.
“Umm... Edgeworth....” He heard Wright speaking behind him. He heard his words clearly, in fact, and could easily understand them. But he couldn’t face him just yet.
“To even think that a respectable defense attorney would employ such degenerate tactics!”
Wright persisted through his own admonishment: “Edgeworth....”
“Perhaps if you’d approached me about your thoughts regarding Mr. Stagno’s deposition with some civility, we might have worked something out.” He believed it to be true. Edgeworth couldn’t have said that he believed that Wright could possibly have had something compelling to present to him, but he believed in the sentiment. “But I’m afraid we’ve come too far for that. This case will be closed today, and you will—”
“Edgeworth!”
“What?”
Edgeworth turned from the sink and faced Wright at last. It was his turn to do something embarrassing, it seemed: the man was making a cringing kind of gesture, pointing down. Down... and forward. Towards Edgeworth’s trousers. His gaze was forced to follow the awkward movement of Wright’s hands.
Du lieber Gott—!
His body did things unbidden once more: The blood that had just been allowed to flow freely throughout his body fled inside again, that his extremities shook with a sudden chill; one of his hands dragged itself hard through his hair. All because of that awful sight: his damnation. It was very clear, there; obvious, in the dark wet stain that spread from his inseam all the way down to his thigh. Wright had noticed it. Therefore, everyone would notice it.
Edgeworth was still working his way through the exact odds of undetected escape from the courthouse when Wright spoke again.
“So,” he said, a smile clear in his voice, “how about that extra day?”
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In the end, Edgeworth refrained from ending Phoenix Wright. But it was a near thing, touched with hysteria and the very beginnings of tears. They ultimately struck a bargain: Phoenix would get the extra day for his precious shred of evidence, and Edgeworth would maintain his dignity... by hiding behind Wright’s sweat-soaked shirt. This he would have to return, and he would have to retrieve his file and briefcase from Wright again before the day was out....
Seeing that man ever again would no doubt be too soon. |
I guess I’m average
I wake up every morning go to school
I go walk home most days
I don’t have the best looks but I’m not out of shape
Just an average girl
I wake up on a cold morning Its November so it’s around 30 degrees or so and i was colder than usual i looked at the clock to see that it was nearly 2 in the morning anyways i sat up and felt the urge to pee i barely awake stumble to the bathroom and do the usual thing till i got a strange feeling
I snapped awake and glared at the screaming alarm clock 6:00 it showed i heeded its call and sat up under the heavy covers
For some reason it was oddly humid under there. despite this i stood up and took a glance in the mirror only to see something wrong that being a massive wet splotch between my legs and i proceeded to take another look to see a bit more than a stain on my rear i squeezed my legs together feeling the mess.
And for the final time i woke up my hand immediately shot to my crotch that was luckily dry i scattered out of bed and threw everything together and rushed to the bus
She was at it again the local bitch venessa it is a bitch name[no offense to anyone reading] And she lived up to it but currently she was enjoying extorting todays boyfriend
she managed to break almost every rule the dress code in most part but the teachers didn’t care she was “such a nice girl” and “the perfect student” they only saw one side of her the side that sucked up to them
Nonetheless the bell rang and i rushed to class only to find the teacher had just left caring not for his students so I decided to go to the gym not for a class or anything just to throw a ball
i stepped into the closet only for the door to slam shut and it seemed that i was venessa’s next target I would have tried to reason if not for the swift kick To the chest i stumbled back falling against a shelf knocking the unstable thing apart it collapsed it fell into peaces on top of me She said something about yesterday’s Boyfriend but i wasn’t really paying any most in part to three things first the incredible amount of pain i was in second my sight fading to black and lastly the hot piss dribbling into my panties then it all went black
I woke up in a blinding white room as my vision faded back in a was in a hospital bed a nurse looked over and asked “are you feeling all right”
“yeah just a little sore what happened”
“Oh a shelf fell on Your waist and tore up a few bones and some muscles but nothing we haven’t already fixed”
“ oh...okay then”
“Don’t mind the arm and leg restraints they are only a precaution to make sure the bones set properly”
I hadn’t noticed but my legs were held tightly apart the same with my arms
And i tried to settle down and get comfortable but it was difficult the pillows were worn out and hospital gown was soft but way to short
“Hey whats with the outfit” i demanded
“Your old clothes were...stained”
“And don’t worry its only a precaution”
“What is” i said trying to crane my neck
The nurse held up a mirror showing my a bulky yellowish diaper with a brownish stain
“A precaution that needs to be changed” she said and opened a cabinet pulling out another similar diaper...but wait why was that one pure white does this mean i shit myself i squirmed only to find a sizable mass smooshed against my ass, as i squirmed i felt the mass of shit grow nor did i have any control of it
I felt the nurse wipe clean my privates i would like to say i hated it but that would be lying
Anyway I was sent home a day later With some... protection
nonetheless i got home and decided it was time for sleep, despite it only being 8 PM i took off the diaper immediately and went to sleep.
I had a dream a tornado or something anyways i woke up and...
/To be continued/
I sat up to the sound of my blaring alarm,i felt the warmth of the bed drawing me back to sleep but despite it i began rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I heard a knock at my rooms door I wandered over to the door and flush it open, it was my mom “oh well i was going to say that you don’t need to go to school this week but it seems you aren’t to keen to wearing the protection i asked the people at the hospital to give you” she said in an run on sentence “but i will be punishing you for making me do all this laundry” she said pointing at the bed and between my legs,and then i realized what that warmth was as the insides of my thighs were soaked but i didn’t have any time to think about it,
My Mom shoved me onto the dry side of my bed and peeled my pants off and swiftly cleaned my privates off then she walked out of the room for a second and returned holding a large bag she reached in and grabbed a box of diapers pulled out two and some weird looking panties along with what looked like a thick pad.
She expertly put put both on me with that pad between my legs she said something about it being a booster pad but i wasn’t really paying attention then she slipped on those plastic panties then put one more thing on top a pink diaper cover that Held everything in place and she put a lock on it! Why would she do that it’s like she wants me to wet myself!
“This is your punishment i will change you every morning and night” and she left the house for work soon after.
After a bit i left my room none of my clothes fit over the massive thickness of the diapers and i wasn’t going out not in this so i began to prepare breakfast.
An hour pasted and i sat around being ashamed mostly anyways i felt the need to use the bathroom arise but didn’t really care i was busy with an online game
Soon it was around two o clock and i really started needed to use the bathroom as i stood up i heard a loud knock at the door along with yelling “hey its jen i have something for ya” jen was one of my best friends i just hoped she would go away if i didn’t respond but then i remembered she had a spare key just as the door unlocked i dived under a blanket on the couch as she walked in “i know your home” she yelled as she strut into the living room jen was considered extremely pretty and was know for being unnecessary flirty and had a pretty major kinky side and she was known for one other thing...having huge fucking boobs. she was wearing a simple black top and a normal skirt “oh there ya are” jen said “ i got out of school early to come see you” “hey why are ya hiding under that blanket” “dont look!” I yelled “I’m uh naked” wrong choice of words this wouldn’t be too off she was into this kinda thing and I indulged her too often
She hopped on the couch and reached up under the blanket and i felt her hand gently touching my neck as she felt her way down gently stroking my Brests and caressing my stomach and suddenly her hand jolted off me and her eyes widened “are you wearing a diaper” she whispered with her eyes wide i dropped the blanket bushing violently
Jen looked for a moment...then shrugged “eh i don’t really care” “though that is kinda kinky” she said before walking off “Im going to use the toilet” she said walking off after a minute she came rushing back “uhh why are the bathroom doors locked” she stammered “they are?” I said the pain in my bowls growing worse she rushed for the door but when she tried the knob it jammed she started panicking about then she sat down on the couch her legs clenched tightly and i was about the same
She looked at me and said
“are there any other bathrooms” jen asked
“No i responded
“Are you Sure” she asked repeatedly
“Can you STOP!” I yelled
Jen stood up her legs still clinched together “i didn’t want to piss my panties in front of you!” She said raising her voice “at least your wearing a diaper!”
Those were the wrong words “I WOULD PREFER TO SHIT MY PANTIES THEN HAVE TO WEAR A DIAPER” i snapped and then proceeded to break down into a puddle of tears letting loose in my diaper filling it up with an absurd amount of shit so much so that it bulged out then spread out flat against my ass. I heard a trickle and looked up to see jen on her knees crying as her piss spilled onto the tile floor soaking her skirt shoes and socks in the warm yellow liquid as tears spilled down her face I walked over and dropped to my knees splashing into her urine i leaned in and hugged her. We hugged for a minute until she started to pull away...but she leaned in and kissed me on the lips and i returned for a few minutes it was perfect.
We mopped the floor and she had a quick shower after throwing her clothes in the wash she put on some of my panties but almost immediately after putting them on she wet herself “hey i can’t control it!” She said so i found that bag in my room and pulled a pull-up out of it i tossed it to her and left the room i cleaned my legs off and turned on the wash having almost forgotten about the shit im my diaper
As i sat back down on the couch suddenly i heard jen say “like what you see” and i saw her wear the pull-up other wise naked posing sexily at the end of the hall and i stared as the pull-up grew yellow she looked down surprised as i was
/to be continued/
*// author’s note anything you would like too see its my first time writing a story of this gerne so please tell me what I did wrong or right anyways its about time to change my own diaper so goodbye for now//* |
*three days later*
/Jen/
I was hanging out with a few friends today and of course wearing a pull-up i had gone to the doctors yesterday they said something about damaged muscles and such I could still hold it most of the time but every now and then my body will just go without me knowing, but i guess I’m in the same boat as my friend, but the pull-ups aren’t all that bad I just love how they feel between my thighs soft and cool but when there wet its a different story they are so warm and smooth on the inside while soft on the outside why doesn’t everyone wear them, its just so convenient even at school or studying they even protected me when i fell asleep in class and woke up nice and warm same with long car or bus rides, though I don’t want to go number two in them it seems like a pain to clean but I have to be carful I have a big bladder and can leak a pull-up after a few hours.
But back on topic I was out with some friends after school just hanging out I was wearing a skirt and some knee socks, when i remembered “hey there’s a new restaurant we should check out!” and they said something that i didn’t quite understand but never the less we found are self’s leaving the restaurant it was pretty good, but they didn’t have any drinks I liked but Sarah seemed to drink her fill
We ended up at a vending machine getting sodas and things went on until we had made are way to town square when Sarah tapped me on the shoulder.
Sarah was a nice looking girl with medium length red hair
“Hey any possibility we could head to your house its the closest”sarah asked
“Why?” I asked
“I need... need to...pee badly” she said desperately
“Fine lets go” i said trying not to laugh at her misfortune, I happened to be in the middle of wetting my diaper my self, but hey I could wait as i cut off the stream
We walked through the near identical suburbs while I snickered under my breath at Sarah as she squirmed her legs held close together, it was fun to watch and I decided to play around with her some and of course my building desperation was only helping
I made the wrong turns and took the most complicated route home as beads of sweat poured down Sarah’s face her expression a mask of desperation but after a time I started to need to go to the bathroom so lead her home
We were about 5 feet from the door when a sudden downpour of rain hit Sarah stopped for a second and took a deep breath in and whispered something but then lightning hit and i grabbed Sarah and rushed inside, Sarah’s eyes few open as she gasped at first a small dark puddle between her thighs stretched down her legs in long dark wet streaks and pooled in her shoes before leaking out onto the tile flooring and showing as such a nice shade of yellow on the white floor, I began to chuckle then broke into a full blown laugh I doubled over clutching my chest as in a fit of laughter I didn’t notice or care about the piss pouring out slowly into my diaper... but then i felt something drip on my leg as I looked down to see rivers of urine flowing down my legs my diaper leaking its contents as the piss saturated my knee socks and dripping into the floor and I shot back up and rushed upstairs to my room only for after the first step I felt my bowls loosen and I stood still for a solid minute knowing if I moved it would come out before I realized that I couldn’t stop it and lunged for the bathroom but a fell over something landing on my face my skirt flying up and giving Sarah a perfect view of my pull up I saw her look at it the pull-up being a small girls size clung perfectly to the contours of my body showing her a huge bulge shoot out into the back before settling between my legs.
We both got up and looked each other over me wearing a leaky messy diaper and her with lines of urine traced along her white jeans.
I lead her up to my room and started to undress her “wait don’t look!” She said as I was about to pull down her pants but that didn’t stop me as I slid her jeans down showing some cute pink frilly panties with a large dark stain on the bottom “cute!” I said taking them off her and wiping her clean.
I was still in my diaper when i got her fully stripped and cleaned before reaching into a drawer and handed her a change of clothes.
/Sarah/
Me and Jen were walking to her house... well me staggering anyways trying to keep my legs together and walk at the same time, but Jens house seemed further then usual but as we reached her house I couldn’t do it anyway as a sudden downpour of rain hit I realized this was my chance to relive the pressure a little without jen knowing “I can’t believe I’m going to do this” I whispered as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in but as I released the flood gates jen lightning struck and jen shoved us inside as soon as I was aware of what happened it couldn’t be stopped as hot urine spilled into my panties and down my panties oh I could hear jen laughing as I turned my head to look at her I saw she was doubled in laughing while wetting herself and as soon as she realized jen froze wetting her panties as badly as I did but then she took off heading up stairs but jen stopped on the first step stood still for a minute before bolting for the bathroom but she slipped on my puddle landing face first on the floor her skirt flying up and she wasn’t wearing panties at all! She was wearing a diaper! Is she some kind of baby I wondered as I heard a small click but I was distracted no matter how hard I tried to look away my eyes were drawn to her diaper as... wait what was that as a large bulge took shape in her diaper then I realized did jen just shit herself?
We were in Jens room as she started to take my pants off but I remembered what panties I was wearing “wait don’t look!” I cried but she didn’t listen taking a good look at my pink wet panties but she gave me a change of clothes and now it was my turn to clean her up
I slipped off Jen’s socks and pulled off her skirt tossing the wet clothes in a empty laundry basket and I took her shirt and bra off as well before getting around to the diaper, but I had a thought we all know jen has a kinky side so I well ummm I
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Spanked her as I reached down between her legs and started grabbing pushing and prodding her.
/Jen/
Sarah was never the most kinky but I didn’t expect her to spank me but it felt soo good but to put it crudely when she uhhh started grabbing and mushing the mess between my legs I almost immediately came in my diaper
*two hours later
Me and Sarah had gotten cleaned up and I got changed and
“Hey Sarah want to stay over this weekend it Friday and my parents won’t be home”
“Sure let me just text my mom about it” and she stepped out of the room with her phone
*that night*
We locked the house up and got ready for bed as Sarah striped down to sleep in just her panties and I wore some red flannel pajamas with the shirt unbuttoned “lets make a deal if you wet the bed you wear diapers tomorrow night if you don’t I’ll cook you breakfast” I said jokingly “deal but be ready to cook tomorrow I haven’t wet the bed since I was six” she responded “good night” I said “night” she replied...
After an hour I made sure that sarah was asleep and sneaked down to the kitchen and quietly poured some warm water in a bowl before sneaking back up the stairs before setting it on the night stand and slowly lifting Sarah’s hand waited a minute and put the bowl away and went to sleep
*that morning*
we sat up in bed as our seven o clock alarm blared
“Ready to make me breakfast” sarah said mockingly
“Prove you didn’t wet the bed” I responded
“Fine then” she said
“Look I didn’t we-“ she said as she pulled the covers off and looked down at her wet panties
“Your going to hold up your end of the deal right?” I said
Sarah looked shocked but nodded
“Eh lets go get breakfast” I said and climbed out of bed suddenly Sarah started laughing “you wet the bed as well!” She chuckled and sure enough my pants were soaked through and a smile spread across my face “here lets got back to bed for a little” and we cuddled for ten minutes or so but nothing more.
We walked into the store it was a part of a large chain and had moved into this town recently
I lead Sarah into the hygiene section and we joked around a little but after a little I asked her to make a choice but a rude voice chimed in “here you little baby’s should wear these” as from behind us venessa was holding a box of goodnites
“Fuck off we aren’t buying for ourselves” I said
“If you weren’t Well you are now” venessa said smugly
“Make me” I claimed
“Maybe I will” she said holding up her phone with a picture of me face down on the floor with my diaper full
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT PICTURE!” I yelled
“Doesn’t matter now go buy two box’s of the diapers or it goes on social media” we didn’t have a choice in the matter as she followed us through check out with a fake smile on her face
“Now into the bathroom” venessa demanded and we had to obey
As she herded us into a stall she opened the package of goodnites and pulled one out and pinned sarah to the wall with one hand and pulled a switchblade and cut Sarah’s skirt off then her panties then venessa threw sarah to the floor and spread her legs apart sliding the goodnite on Sarah it was too tight but fit without tearing and practically displayed her fine body
venessa let pinned sarah down to the floor and held her switchblade to her throat
“Piss yourself you little diaper baby” she said holding the knife closer and a hissing sound stopped her as the wetness indicator on the goodnite disappeared venessa climbed off her and took a picture before unlocking the door and saying “consider this a warning”
And left with the unopened box of goodnites
/morgen/
It was a rare November heat spike it was nearly 110 degrees and only the morning so I decided to go down to the beach and I threw on one of my bikini tops and my mom wasn’t done with this whole punishment thing so I put on a nylon skirt I didn’t mind getting wet and some oversized panties to cover my diaper
The beach was not as crowded as usual but there was still plenty of people and I went through the regular beach activity but avoided volleyball didn’t want to show everyone whats under my skirt but after a little I went to the bathroom to shower the sand off me but as I stepped into a shower stall behind me someone closed the curtains I turned to see venessa holding a duffel bag
“Hello again” she said “lets cut to the chase you broke my rules and its time for your punishment” she said before slamming me into a wall and pulling a switchblade on me “piss yourself you diaper baby” “wait you would probably like that I’ll just” with a quick slash from her switchblade and my skirt was no more, venessa looked at the panties that were barely covering my diaper and said “ that won’t do at all” as she sliced them off too then she looked down at my diapers that were still locked tight “shit” she murmured to herself “I’ll see you when your done being a perv” she said as someone Walked into the bathroom, it was a girl about my age with short brown hair venessa looked over and said “oh you will do perfectly” as she drew her knife again and grabbed the girls throat and cut her bikini off and weirdly there was a pad that had been shoved down the girls panties it was soaked with urine and hit the floor with a wet smack, venessa opened her bag and pulled out a rope then bound the girls hands together along with her legs and venessa walked over to the bathroom door and barred it shut then with a grin in her face venessa reached into her bag and pulled out a dildo and she walked over to the girl.
*ash*
I always had a little bladder trouble but nothing to bad just a few leaks when I was particularly active so I wore an absorbent pad it was a bit big but almost unnoticeable and it even held one thousand ml so it would last all day
I was at the beach nothing unusual on a day as hot as this and my bladder was leaking the whole time, I was there so as I was about to leave I went in the bathroom to change but when I walked in someone grabbed me and tied me up then what she did I don’t want to talk about, so she walked out and said “let this be an example for you” as I was on the ground panting the other person in there had looked as scared as me, I tried to move but my whole body felt sluggish and my insides were hurting but the other girl morgen helped me up and we wrapped towels around our selves and left for morgen’s house
I explained that my name is ash and we got along nicely and morgen said “want to stay the night and go to school together tomorrow” “sure my parents won’t mind” i responded, we were both sitting cross legged on the floor while playing a racing game
morgen looked over at me and I admit I was holding it “hey ya know one good thing about diapers” she said “I never need a bathroom break” she followed while clearly wetting her diaper “ya know what” i responded “so neither do I” I said wetting the panties morgen had loaned me, my urine spilling down my legs and onto the floor
/to be continued/
/hey that was a long chapter but is there anything you would like to see next for the series and sorry if it got a bit sexual anyways I hope you enjoyed and I need a nap/ |
Written in one sitting at the spur of the moment. I attached the image that inspired it.
Iris needed a lot of money and soon. She was ashamed the only way she'd figured out how to get it was starring in an obscene video. She took solace in the fact that she was promised she wouldn't have to show any sex organs or perform any sex acts. All she had to do was eat and poop.
She stayed at a hotel for the weeklong shoot. It was a nice place, and the director's people paid for everything, but there was something scary about knowing she couldn't leave the premises without forfeiting thousands of dollars. She was filmed at every meal. She had to eat what they gave her. She was filmed every day being examined by a leggy blonde in a sexy nurse outfit. She was filmed every time she went to the bathroom. Between skillful camerawork and the strategic placement of props and body parts Iris' womanhood never made an appearance. However her anxiety and shame were still at high levels every time she peed and she was sure they'd go through the roof when she pooped. She didn't know when that would be. Between the meals the maid served her and the pills the nurse gave her Iris' bowels had slowed to a standstill.
The director liked costumes. There was always the Swedish nurse (who Iris doubted was medically qualified) and the French maid (who boasted a fake accent and real breasts) to see to Iris' needs. The so-called star of this poopy video played a different role each day. On the first day Iris had to dress as a Playboy bunny and eat two dozen carrots. The camera rolled while she sat on the toilet that evening and the following morning, but she couldn't poop. The nurse informed her of the increase to her weight and waistline, reminding her of just how much disgusting waste was festering inside her body. That was only the first day.
Iris asked if she could wear something less risqué the next day and so she was given mouse ears and adorable pyjamas with paws and a tail. She was feeling gleefully childish until the maid removed the lid from a silver tray to reveal a wheel of cheese the size of birthday cake. When she remembered how much money was at stake she ate through that stinky yellow horror right down to the last nibble. She sat on the toilet a few more times before her next meal, but nothing solid would come out. The nurse's examination revealed Iris was growing marvelously in the area of the stomach and intestines.
On day three the maid was wearing cute pigtails and did Iris' hair up to match. Iris' costume this time around was a dirndl and her meal was a string of preservative-laden sausages. The director was nice enough to let her stop eating when she announced she was nearing her puking point. They did the toilet scene a little different that day. The maid brought in an authentic Bavarian chamber pot and Iris sat down on it and strained until she was short of breath. Not so much as a fart came out. The nurse examined her, excitedly announced her abdomen's statistics, and expressed sadness that the production couldn't afford the medical imaging equipment needed to intimately document a crammed colon. She hastened to add that Iris' constipation posed no health risk and there was no need to evacuate her bowels anytime soon.
On the fourth day Iris was given a saucy sailor suit to put on, shown a vintage pin-up she was supposed to emulate, and given a pile of hardtack to eat. She'd had enough.
"You hired me to poop so let me poop!" she yelled as she knocked the plate out of the maid's hand. It looked great, so the director made the maid pick everything up and she and Iris redid the scene for the cameras.
Finally he answered the woman's question. "You'll poop whenever your guts say so. If you're still plugged up on day seven you get your choice of laxative or enema. If you really wanna be a star in these videos I suggest the enema."
"What do I have to do to get a laxative now?"
"Give up half your payment."
Iris was hurting for money, but she was hurting worse for a dump. She made the decision. The nurse brought a bedpan and an extra strength laxative. The director stopped them right before she swallowed. He'd just had a brilliant idea. They could end the shoot early if there was a grand finale.
Iris waited in dread while the preparations were made. The director assured her she could quit at any time if it got too intense for her. The climax of this dirty little film turned out to be even worse than Iris' nightmares.
In came two women she'd never seen. Big mean-looking women. One was wearing torn clothes and a bunch of spikes and the other was dressed head to toe in leather and carried a whip. Iris would've pooped her pants if she'd been physically capable.
"Don't worry, the weapons are just for looks," one said in between whip-cracks.
"Don't take this personally, we're just struggling actresses like you," the other said.
Iris didn't find this reassuring. She screamed for the director. He decided this was a good time to show her what her payment would look like in cash.
"Do your worst, bitches!" she said once she'd gotten an eyeful of hundred dollar bills.
The two young women proceeded to bully her while the cameras rolled. The poor woman got pushed around and smacked around and wasn't allowed to fight back. Once they thought she had enough bruises and pulled muscles they tied her up and made a mockery of her body. The punk girl took off a sock and stuffed it in Iris' mouth, which wasn't fair because now she had no freedom to say "I quit!"
They exposed Iris' none-too-slim midriff to the camera and wrote the words "constipated toxic waste storage" on her skin. Neither actress knew how to draw hazard symbols so the cameras had to stop while the annoyed director drew them himself. The girl in leather teased the bound woman with a plethora of torture devices before eventually selecting a two-gallon jug of prune juice. The sock was removed and the victim was force-fed.
When the container was finally drained and the tube was out of Iris' mouth she started to protest to the director, but next thing she knew there were two socks in her mouth. The rough pair yanked Iris' panties down and plopped her body down on the toilet. It took three takes to get it right because her skirt had to stay on so her naughty bits would be covered. Iris was thankful for this tiny morsel of dignity.
She sat on the pot for an hour while her digestive tract did its work. When the movement started it was like passing boulders and when it was finished it was like passing lava. The pain brought tears to the eyes of the budding actress and the smell brought tears to the eyes of one of the cameramen. She got queasy and threw up a little, but had no choice but to gulp it back down. The toilet bowl filled up so full that its user ended up sitting on a cushion of filth, and still more came out of her. The feelings, sights, sounds, smells, and tastes Iris experienced were hideous beyond description.
When the noises had stopped for ten minutes the director decided his star was finished relieving herself. "Great job! You earned every penny. You're free as soon as you complete the final scene with the nurse."
"Somebody needs a sponge bath!" the nurse said perkily as she removed the ropes from her patient. "Uh-oh, anal bleeding!" she remarked when she lifted the limp body off the toilet seat.
"Next time I'll audition for the part of the maid," an exhausted Iris joked once her mouth was free of socks.
"I wouldn't if I were you," said the maid who had just entered the scene. "Who do you think has to clean the toilet?"
Edited January 29, 2020 by Jimmy Olsen
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US Air Force
Classified information
Name:Sora windelnasse
Sex:female
Age:19(extremely skilled)
Experience:standard training and played an active roll in operation “sliver sheen”
Medical conditions:none officially diagnosed but clames she “sweats“ unnatural amounts around her crotch during long flights also often wears a modified flight suit because of a constant rash in her inner thighs that she has “no idea how it happened”
Other information: washes clothes more often than usual and demands a private bunk
Mission: fly experimental craft 4I145r for more then four hours conservatively
The commander looked at the file for a few minutes as i stood there practically paralyzed he glared at my file as disapprovingly, after a minute or two he pulled a stamp out of his desk and hit it against the paper “mission approved” he said “dismissed” as soon as he said this i felt immediately relieved as i rushed off to my bunk, halfway through the base i heard “hey sora come take a look at this” i looked over to see three or four pilot’s looking into the front of an aircraft “what is it” i asked walking over only to see some that somehow some idiot had managed to set up a alcohol distillery in a plane “what should we do” they asked each other before deciding to split it between the four of us so we went down to the canteen and drank up
I stumbled through the dorm building hallways looking for my room number 203 and last thing I remember I was running for the door and everything else was fuzzy. I was waking up in what was hopefully my room and slowly sat up my head pounding I sat up and reached to pull the covers off something smelled off and as i lifted the covers it hit me urine and the bed was wet so the clear answer was... yeah i pissed the bed... again probably because of the beer and several empty cans on the bed stand, ok makes sense this wasn’t the first time it happened about once every few months not commonly enough to have to wear anything on a daily basis bit enough that I may own one or two...protective garments anyways I cambered out of bed to see that oh I am wearing protection...and where did i get that I thought looking down at my clothes i was nude besides a pink sagging pull up diaper. Ok maybe I owned these beforehand but they were a 500 hundred pack that i got them when i was thirteen right before I mostly stopped wetting the bed so it would be wasteful to not use them... fine ok I wore princess diapers when I was thirteen... and still wear them sometimes.
I climbed out of the showers and checked todays memo and four hour test flight at nine o five and its...nine o one.
I sprinted to the flight zone one minute left luckily I reached it on time to throw myself into the cockpit and look somewhat prepared as some technical workers did the pre flight check soon the commander stalked up(he had a weird thing about sneaking) “are you prepared” he said with his corse voice “yes sir” i responded as he handled me a bag of gear some water,emergency kit ect
I shut the glass dome of the cockpit and it sealed shut and I ran through the pre takeoff safely measures soon it was free to fly
It was a small enough craft wasted space and it was advanced enough the it practically flew itself and sure enough it shot off the runway like a arrow and soon auto pilot took over
/30 minutes later/
I was only realized how thirsty i was after taking a sip of water and i quickly downed two and a half bottles before I was satisfied
/one hour later/
The plane flew itself as i leaned back in my seat “wow that water just ran through me” i murmured to myself, but soon i felt every minute count by as a increasing pain formed in my bladder I kept trying to hold it in but time seemed to slow down but my consecration was broken and a jet of hot urine shot into my panties the voice over the radio said “your flight is completed please return to base” “yes I’ll make it after all ! “
After some inspection my panties seemed to have absorbed my accident i rushed to base the radio ringed out again saying “ please hold on landing a plane broke down on the main runway” and my hope was shattered as the massive bulge in my bladder was pressed down on my the tight fabric of the flight suit but again radio chimed and my bladder gave out as i tore for the now open runway drips of urine slipped out slowly leaking out into the already wet fabric of my panties. as the plane rumbled to a stop i opened the cockpit my bladder finally letting go as i lunged out onto the tarmac ahot jets of urine sputtering into my flightsuit and small droplets trailing behind me, as i sprinted to the bathrooms and slammed into the door hoping it would open sadly it was locked and i fell to my knees finally my bladder released all the urine left in a forceful stream completely soaking the legs of my suit and of all the possible times the door opened as some women stepped out to see me on the ground lying in a yellow puddle she snickered slightly and squatted next to me and quickly unzipped her jumpsuit down to her waist her breasts fell out as she swiftly pulled it down a little to flash me her panties that happened to look a lot like a diaper she zipped it back up and lead me into the restroom with her
/this may or may not be continued i will leave it up to you guys and thank all of you I hope my story made you happy even if only one person reads it./
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(there are some small changes)
“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. Heiro 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
Heiro 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 happened to have 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 |
The story takes place during the 19th century in a forgotten village somewhere in the alps.
The build up is quite slow (that's why I divided it in 3 parts) It might take a while until the story get's going but please try to stick to it, the upcoming parts will be more exciting.
PS: Same as always, english is not my native language so apologies if there are mistakes.
CHAPTER ONE: EMBARASSMENT
"Mother!", Sofie (22) called from outside her house. The door was locked and she couldn't get in. The girl forgot her keys at a friend's house where she just came from. It was a long way and Sofie didn't want to go back again to take the keys just to do the same walk one more time all over again.
"Mother!", she screamed this time, nobody seemed to be home and even a look inside the dusty window revealed her mother's absence. Sofie's mother Laureen has always been quite a busy woman so it wasn't unusual for the young woman to find a locked door as she got home. Still, Sofie was frustrated, because not only did she forget to take the house keys with her for the first time in her life, she also needed to relieve herself quite urgently as well, something that happened quite often whenever she got home.
She knew it was going to take a while until her mother returned so without thinking twice Sofie moved to the back of the house. She snuck on the backside of their woodshed making sure nobody was around when she then pulled her skirt up, her underware down, took a deep breath and started to relieve herself. Her urine splashed gracefully on the dryish ground creating a puddle that slowly moved underneath the wooden planks and into the old shed. Sofie was enjoying the relief more and more when all of a sudden: "Sofie?!" The girl turned to the right and saw her mother staring at her with surprise. "Mother!" she said shocked and immediately stood up, interrupting her stream while making her skirt fall to the ground, hiding everything. Slightly speechless Laureen said: "What are you doing ... where you just peeing here?!"
"I .. I ... I had to. The door was locked and I ... I felt the need ..."
"But why didn't you go inside?"
"I forgot my keys at Mary's house and I thought you were gone."
"Well ... No, I was here do ... doing some gardening."
"Where you in the shed?", asked Sofie incredibly embarassed. She knew her mother heard the splashes.
"Yes", Laura was still a bit shocked, many years had passed since the last time she saw her daughter urinating right in front of her.
"I'm sorry mother. I really had to go."
"Don't worry, Sofie. It happens ... But please, next time you need to relieve yourself like this don't do it in our garden. Alright?"
Sofie nodded as her face turned red. Overflown with shyness she asked Laureen for the keys. Her mother smiled a little and gave them to Sofie. She said "thank you" and moved away from her quickly while Laureen, behind her daughter's back, took a closer look at the big puddle she just made.
"I'm going back to Mary to take the keys", said Sofie hours later.
"Now?", asked her mother "It's getting dark soon."
"Mother, it's summer, it's gonna be dark after 10pm ... and now it's almost seven o'clock", she said.
"But Mary doesn't just live here around the corner."
"I know, I know, but I'm gonna do it anyway."
"Fine, but take care."
"I will", Sofie got a bit annoyed. She said goodbye to her mother and got out of the house.
Sofie's friend Mary and her family lived on an isolated farm, high up on the hills and among the trees above the village. The walk was exhausting since the path was quite long and steep. Sofie didn't care, she still had to process what happened earlier that day and couldn't believe her mother caught her grown up daughter peeing behind the shed. She started to wonder how long Laureen had been staring at her before even saying anything, after all, Sofie didn't even see her mother before she called her name.
Sofie was embarassed and criged everytime her mother's suprised expression crossed her mind. She tried to distract herself as much as she could, by just enjoying the nature all around her. The beautiful trees, the last sunrays of the day that turned the big mountain walls red, the silence and the overall evening atmosphere. For a moment Sofie felt relaxed and in peace when all of a sudden something strange caught her eye. On a rolling hill right above her she spotted a silhouette, dark, still and observing. At first the young woman thought it was a deer but after a closer look the silhouette turned out to be human.
Sofie started to feel uneasy, and the silence all around her didn't help.
"Mary?", Sofie called with a trembling voice.
The person kept standing still. Even though she couldn't recognize a face Sofie knew the silhouette was staring at her. She was feeling more and more uncomfortable and wanted to keep going but her curiosity decided to stay and observe. It was a strange moment.
Shortly after, without any premonition the figure started to move. It was moving along the hill's profile and Sofie couldn't keep an eye off it. A strange feeling of relaxation and warmth overcame the girl as her eyes, almost hypnotized, moved along with the silhouette. The warm sensation increased as Sofie realized that underneath her skirt lots and lots of urine was slowly pouring down her legs and into her shoes. Scared she tried to stop the flow by pressing her hands against her crotch as thight as she could but the urine kept pouring out of her uncontrolably. Sofie panicked, it felt like she just lost the power over her body.
End of part one. |
This was a long, long ago request from @diaperwetboy101, which I finally promised to fulfill by the end of January (made it!). Of course, @Piddly did a delightful version (here), but I wanted to keep my promise. Enjoy!
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Devin Arthur bounced his leg rapidly, willing the tram to move faster. It was the second day of the qualifying rounds for the Australian Open, and Devin was excited to get back to work as a ball boy.
The tryouts had been more brutal than Devin had anticipated. Tennis matches were notorious for their length, and even the young ball boys and girls had to prove they had the agility, focus, and stamina to quickly retrieve and distribute dead balls throughout the entire match. He’d gone to tryouts with several of his mates from school, but only he and Veronica, a girl from his year at school, had been chosen.
At 15, Devin was on the older end of the age spectrum for ball kids, but then again, he wasn’t quite as into tennis as many of the younger hires. Devin played on his school team, and, like most Australians, he was a fan of Lleyton Hewitt, but he wasn’t looking to use this opportunity to “get close” to some of the big players, get some tips, and/or catch the eye of major coaches. He was just in it for the experience. And because it made his schoolmates jealous.
The first day had gone well, Devin thought. He’d been assigned to Court 11 and had gotten to see 5 different qualifying matches, both men’s and women’s. The weather had been beautiful, and even those low-level matches had been well-attended. Devin admired the intensity with which each player approached their game, no matter how unlikely their odds to advance.
Today’s matches, presumably, would be even better, with many of the highest-ranked players scheduled. Of course, there was no guarantee that Devin would be assigned to those matches – they weren’t given their courts until they got to the park. The weather was meant to get quite warm, so today’s events were scheduled to start fairly early: 8 AM.
And so Devin was on the tram, headed to Melbourne Park on his own. They’d been told to arrive by 7:30 at the latest to get their assignments and get into position. With up to 13 active games at any one time, even sharing the schedule with the dozens of ball kids was a process.
The tram pulled to a stop, and Devin slid out the doors, making his way through the milling crowds. The early start time definitely kept some people away, so the stands wouldn’t be full (or however full they were going to get) for at least another few hours. Still, there were plenty of people around, and Devin could feel the palpable excitement and anticipation, even for the day’s qualifying matches.
Holding onto his water bottle, Devin joined the cluster of ball kids standing around Antony, the 20-something guy in charge of the ball kids. Devin grinned to himself; Antony looked just as bitter and frustrated as he had yesterday. Devin got the impression that being in charge of the ball kids wasn’t seen as quite as prestigious as being a ball kid.
Or maybe Antony just didn’t like kids.
Whatever the reason, Antony was sneering at the youths surrounding him as if each and every one of them smelled strongly of sulfur. The kids were all chattering with each other, oblivious to their leader’s disdain.
At 7:30 on the dot, Antony began loudly reading court assignments without so much as a “Good morning” preface. The group was mostly the same as yesterday, but, for whatever reason, they weren’t placed on the same courts. Devin wondered if they’d been observed yesterday, and these new assignments were somehow based on their performance.
Before he had enough time to fully work out his performance-based assignment hypothesis, Devin heard “Arthur – Court 10! Base!”
Devin nodded, but Antony wasn’t even looking at him. He glanced around and saw that kids seemed to be moving as soon as their names were called. Apparently, no one needed any extra instruction today. Devin half-shrugged and turned toward his assigned court. Court 10 was smack in the middle of the cluster of smaller, non-practice courts, so he had to weave past the crowds filing into other spaces.
As a base, Devin would be positioned at the corner of the court, ready to collect balls from the “nets” positioned at the sides of the court and then toss them back to the players. Being a base usually didn’t involve as much running as being a net, but you had to be quick and pay constant, close attention to the players, some of whom had very little patience for poorly-tossed balls.
The day was clear and Devin could already feel the air warming up. He took a swig from his water bottle, making a mental note of where the drinking fountains were. The breaks between matches weren’t long, but he’d have enough time to run and refill.
The qualifying matches were on a tight schedule, so the first players were already warming up on the court. Devin straightened his shoulders and took his place at the corner of the bright blue court.
The first match – a women’s match – finished in two sets, as many of the qualifying matches did. Despite being brief, the action was still rigorous, and Devin had to wipe a sheen of sweat from his forehead. He didn’t bother listening to the names of the next players; he just wanted to get a quick drink and prepare for the next round.
The next match was more competitive and took a bit longer. The sun rose higher, heating the park, and Devin managed a few more quick gulps of water between points. When the match finished, he was bit surprised to find his water bottle empty. He glanced up, and, seeing that the previous players were still packing up, decided he had enough time to run to get a refill.
Devin was quick (one of the reasons he’d been selected as a ball boy), so it took him less than 90 seconds to run to the nearest restrooms, fill his bottle at one of the drinking fountains, and run back to Court 10. He grinned at his own speed, taking another sip of water as he rounded the stands to take his place at the back of the court.
“What are you doing?!?”
Devin choked on his water and started to cough violently. He looked up to see Antony glaring at him, clutching his clipboard as if it were made of solid gold.
“I…” Devin sputtered, trying to bring his cough under control. He frowned, caught off guard by Antony’s intensity. “I went to get more water.”
Sure enough, Antony glared. “You do not leave until your designated break!” he snapped, looking for all the world like Devin was a soldier who’d abandoned his post and endangered his battalion. “This open does not have time to wait for the whims of ball boys!”
Devin nearly laughed at Antony’s dramatic phrasing, but stopped himself when he saw the manager’s complete lack of irony. “Alright, mate, no worries,” he said, moving to step around Antony. “I’ll stick around until my relief comes.”
Antony’s glare intensified. “See that you do.”
Devin turned back to the court, shaking his head a bit in bemusement. He definitely hadn’t missed anything – the next players were just arriving – so he didn’t quite understand what all the fuss was about. Still, he thought, taking one last gulp of water before the match began, it was Antony’s job to keep all the ball kids organized. It was probably pretty frustrating when people didn’t stick to the schedule.
The befuddlement passed quickly enough, though. Devin wasn’t usually one to dwell on frustration, and the next match was about to start, drawing his focus to the court. It was another brief outing, the higher-ranked player greatly outmatching her opponent. For the second game, the winner was on the opposite side of the court, meaning that Devin had to chase down quite a few balls that snuck past her opponent. By the end of the game, Devin was breathing hard and grateful for the break.
He took a deliberately smaller-than-usual sip of water between games. His first break was schedule at noon, and it was just past 10:30 now. The replacement would show up right on time, even if it wasn’t between games; they’d just have to maintain focus and make a smooth swap. Then, Devin would get a half hour break to get lunch and get more to drink.
And, he realized, go to the toilet.
Devin shifted a bit in his crouch. Thinking about his break made him realize that his bladder was feeling pretty full. He hadn’t gone to the toilet before the first game, and he’d downed well over a full Nalgene’s worth of water so far.
The next match was about to start, and Devin marveled a bit at how quickly the games were moving. It wasn’t uncommon for qualifying matches to be fairly lopsided, but even the points seemed to be coming quickly so far. Not that it mattered – Devin’s access to a bathroom didn’t depend on how quickly games finished. He was stuck at the court until his replacement came.
The first serve was sent, and Devin locked onto the game. He chased down the balls flawlessly, sweating in the late-morning heat. He knew he probably shouldn’t drink more, but he could feel the skin of his face heating up. He gulped down more water, almost on instinct. By the time the match ended, his water bottle was empty once again, and his bladder was dangerously full.
Devin’s eyes darted around the court, watching the players shake hands. He knew the closest restroom was roughly two court lengths away – he could definitely make it there and back before the next match started. He only had about a half hour before his scheduled break, but since finishing his water, he was quite desperate. He was unconsciously jiggling his left leg, and he didn’t want to be distracted for the next game.
Making up his mind, Devin turned to leave the court…only to stop abruptly under Antony’s pinched glare.
“Can I help you?” Antony sneered.
“I…” The shock of running into his boss had distracted Devin’s hold, and he very nearly lost a leak into his pants. Unnerved, he decided getting to a toilet was more important than pleasing Antony at the moment.
“I really need to go to the Gents,” he said, nearly begging. “I’ll be quick.”
Antony gave an aggrieved sigh, curling his lip in disgust. “You most certainly won’t!” he snapped. “The next match is going to start, and it’s an important one. Donald Young. Promising American. The stands are full!”
Eyes wide, Devin took in Antony’s insistent monologue. “But…”
“Go!” Antony all but shouted, making Devin jump.
He turned back to the court, heart pounding. He’d very nearly leaked at Antony’s outburst, and now he was seriously questioning his ability to hold it until his replacement came.
Devin narrowed his eyes and took his place in the corner. By the time the match started, he’d realistically only have about 20 minutes to work, and then he could take a break. And he could definitely make it for 20 minutes.
Only his bladder didn’t agree. His need felt disproportionately more urgent than it did 5 minutes ago. Standing up straight, Devin tried to press his legs together surreptitiously. He was definitely past the point of needed external support to help him hold, but the 2,000 or so fans didn’t exactly make for a private scene.
As the players took their places, Devin tried to convince himself that no one was really paying attention to him, anyway. He tried to pretend that his shifting, wiggling movements were either completely unnoticed or, if noticed, were written off as regular, non-desperate movements. Nothing to see here.
Unfortunately, the game play seemed pretty equal, so it wasn’t even like Devin got a break by having most of the balls on the other half of the court. Seemingly every other play had him either running after a ball himself or waiting for a return from one of the nets.
Devin felt his first real leak about five minutes into the match, and he nearly cried out in fear. His focus on regaining control nearly made him miss a ball one of the nets rolled in his direction. The bobble earned him a look of disgust from the player – Donald Young, Antony had said – while he waited for it to be tossed back to him.
It was as if he was out of sync with the whole world around him. Devin could see all the action happening, but he couldn’t connect to it. Only his bladder – his swollen, tortured bladder – existed now, and he was on the very edge of losing all control.
The next serve was sent, and Devin was being taunted by the wet fabric pressing against his skin. He couldn’t help but glance to the side, hopelessly looking to see if his replacement was somehow early. Of course, no replacement was in sight, and Devin’s lower lip started to tremble.
He looked back at the court to see his counterpart toss the ball to Rochus, Young’s opponent, for his next serve. Rochus tossed the ball in the air and slammed it forward with a grunt. And at that exact moment, Devin’s shaky hold became a nonexistent one, and urine started actively, consistently trickling into his pants.
The standard noises of racket hits, player grunts, and wordless crowd reactions faded into the background as hot piss streamed its way down Devin’s leg. He simply stood there, legs together, as he slowly wet himself. Tears filled his eyes as he realized that his accident was creating a puddle, one that was now creeping toward the borders of the court.
With a vicious backhand, Young broke Rochus’ serve, and the crowd applauded in appreciation. Before the applause had even died down, though, Devin heard gasps and murmurs that very clearly indicated growing awareness of his accident.
He stood utterly still as an auditory rush of disbelief filled the stands, still peeing through his shorts. His eyes shone, the surface tension holding back both the tears and a total emotional breakdown. He heard the ref call for time, and that sound – an official time out called on account of his accident, not for any game-related reason – was the last straw.
Devin ran.
He ran from the court, past the stunned spectators, his last sight the image of his disgustingly large puddle, standing out like an oil slick on the blue court.
There was a crowd around the bathrooms, and Devin didn’t even think before turning away, running all the way past the show court to the Function Centre. The doors were open, but the crowds were sparse, so he was able to run into the meeting room where they’d had their ball kid orientation just a week ago.
The door swung shut behind him, and Devin stopped, breathing hard. His shorts were soaked and heavy, and he had no earthly idea what to do now. He was too stunned even to cry.
After a minute or so of panting and panicking, Devin heard quick, angry steps approaching the meeting room. Seconds later, the door was batted open, and Antony stormed in, looking positively apoplectic.
Antony sputtered for a few moments, before finally forming words. “What…how could…are you…”
But he was cut off as an authoritative-looking woman with a walkie-talkie clipped to her belt walked into the room. Antony stopped talking immediately as the woman quickly took in the scene in front of her.
“Parker,” she snapped at Antony. “Outside. Now.”
Cowed, Antony followed the woman back out into the hall. Devin sniffed, his lower lip still trembling.
They apparently didn’t walk far, because Devin could clearly hear the voices of the woman and Antony through the meeting room door.
“Are you mad?” the woman sounded furious. “Can you please tell me why I have a delay caused by a puddle on Court 10 and a ball boy standing in my conference room in wet pants??”
“I…he…” Antony stammered.
“There are toilets less than a hundred meters away! Why wasn’t he given a break?”
Devin heard Antony snort indignantly. “His break was at noon.”
“That’s his full meal break!” the woman was nearly shouting. “Why did he not run to the toilet between games?”
There was a pause, and Devin felt an odd mix of guilt and validation So he was meant to be allowed to leave between games. Which meant that he didn’t have to…
“I was trying to keep things on schedule,” Antony finally answered, his voice reedy.
There was another pause before the woman spoke again, her voice fierce. “If you are telling me that you actively denied this child a chance to use the toilet, you are absolutely finished here. Strike that. You’re finished anyway. Give me your clipboard. You’re done.”
A shudder passed through Devin, a physical manifestation of his adrenaline crash. His heartbeat felt irregular, and he couldn’t even sort out his breath, much less his emotions.
The door opened and the woman stepped back into the room, her gentle face belying the ferocity Devin had heard just moments ago.
“Devin Arthur?” She took a step towards him, but not too close. “I’m Mary. I’m one of the event managers for the Open.”
Devin knew he should at least say hi, but he couldn’t speak.
“I’m so sorry, Devin,” Mary continued, and she sounded sincere. “This never should have happened.”
Devin kept his head down, but a tear dripped off his nose and onto the carpet.
“It won’t happen again,” Mary insisted. “I promise.”
Devin hunched his shoulders. He couldn’t even think about the possibility of stepping onto a court again. He just wanted to hide.
“Do you have someone here with you, Devin?” Mary asked, not put off by Devin’s silence. “Or someone you can call? Your mum?”
Devin’s voice was shaking when he finally answered. “She’s at work,” he mumbled. “I…I took the tram.”
His voice squeaked on the last word. He hadn’t even thought of the possibility of having to get back on the tram and ride all the way home in wet pants, in front of everyone.
“Alright, okay,” Mary soothed. “We can mange this. Don’t cry, now.”
Almost frantically, Devin wiped at his eyes. He didn’t want to be any more trouble.
“Stay here,” Mary ordered gently. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
So Devin stood, still unable to move and unsure of what he was going to do. The confirmation that yes, he should have been allowed a visit to the toilet, did him no good now. He’d completely pissed himself in front of thousands of people and possibly ruined a match in the largest sporting even in the Southern hemisphere.
After a few minutes, Mary returned. “Here,” she said simply, and Devin finally looked up from the floor.
Mary was holding a pair of shorts, likely from the gift shop.
“They didn’t have any underwear,” Mary explained, “but these will at least get you home.”
“Thank you,” Devin whispered, taking the shorts, trying not to focus on the humiliation of needing to accept a gift from a complete stranger after peeing on himself at age 15.
“I’m so sorry, Devin,” Mary said softly. “What was done to you was very wrong, and I feel awful about it.”
Mary’s walkie-talkie crackled, and she turned toward the door. “Don’t worry about anything,” she insisted as she walked out. “We’ve got today covered, everything’s fine. We’ll have someone call later to make sure you got home okay.”
And then she was gone, off to take care of real issues, not teenage ball boys who pissed themselves in the middle of a match.
Devin sniffed again and peeked out the door to make sure no one was in the hallway to the toilet. He dashed in to change, fighting the urge to just chuck his gross, soiled shorts and underwear into the bin.
Dry, but definitely not feeling clean, Devin made his way out to the tram stop, avoiding all eye contact. He heard some clapping coming from one of the distant courts.
The Open would go on. But Devin knew he could never bear to be a part of it again. |
She took her underpants off and kept pressing harder agains the bare skin of her genitals. Hands, legs and clothes got wetter and wetter, she saw the urine overflowing out of her shoes. It just wouldn't stop. Sofie knew immediately that this wasn't normal. At some point she stopped holding back the flood and just let everything out like a fountain of liquid gold hoping that it would stop soon. She held her skirt up as much as possible in order to not ruin it and spread her legs for the stream to pour down on the ground in a straight line. Underneath her there wasn't a puddle but a tiny river of yellow, foamy urine that flowed all the way down the path. Panic was written all over Sofie's face since she had no idea what was happening to her. Suddenly the stream got stronger ... and stronger ... and stronger. Sofie started to feel a sense of relief which became more intense after each second that passed. An overwhelming sense of pleasure overcame her unexpectedly. Her senses went crazy and the first moans broke the silence around her.
The stream got out of control and the girl was spraying urine all over the place, Sofie was shaking, but everything in that moment, the sense of relief, felt so good, so heavenly good that an orgasmic wave of pleasure hit her, so intense that she couldn't hold the skirt up anymore and it fell back into place while getting sprayed on by the strongest gush of pee she had ever experienced. In that moment the young woman reached the pinnacle of pleasure and moaned as loud as never before.
A few moments later everything stopped. The endless stream of urine reached it's end, the excitement within Sofie was gone and she felt weak, very weak. She got dizzy, her eyesight was blurry but she saw the sillhouette on the hill who started to run in abnormal speed towards her. In that moment the girl broke down and lost consciousness.
CHAPTER TWO: THE STRANGER'S GAMES
Sofie slowly started to regain her senses again. She heard her body slowly moving on the grass and felt the softest evening breeze tickling her skin as her eyes slowly opened. Something appeared in front of her as her eyesight got stronger. It was a face, a beautiful pale face of another young woman that looked at her with a cute little smile and the most beautiful emerald eyes Sofie had ever seen. The pale woman gently stroke Sofie's cheek as she was waking up. But the girl's relaxed mood changed quickly as she realized the pale woman wasn't wearing any clothes. Shocked she sat back up and crawled away from her. In that moment Sofie realized that she was naked as well. The girl instinctively tried to cover her precious breasts and tender genitals from the stranger in front of her. In doing so she felt the wetness from before on her thighs, feet and between her legs. The pale woman kept staring at her without blinking once, her cute smile got creepier the more she looked at Sofie.
"Where are my clothes?!", Sofie asked suspicious.
"Don't worry, we're all alone here. Noone will see us", the pale woman said with the softest of voices.
Sofie started to look around while the fear began to show on her face. The girl found herself in the middle of a vast meadow far away from everything and everybody, she was still near home since she recognized the mountains all around her, but somehow the place felt foreign to her.
The stranger stood up and slowly walked towards her.
"Who are you?!", said Sofie panicky without letting the woman in front of her out of sight.
"My name is Dana", she said while walking around Sofie, gently touching the girl's soft skin with her pale fingers "...and I think I fell in love with you."
As soon as she said that Sofie jumped up and moved away from Dana while still trying her best to cover her body parts. Dana started laughing gracefully and with a calming tone she said: "Don't be afraid, dear. I am nude as well ... and I already looked at your splendid body with admiration while you were resting in the grass."
"Why don't you have clothes on?", asked Sofie careful and confused as never before.
"Because I don't want to hide my beauty."
Sofie was speechless. She had no clue what was happening and was frightened by the woman in front of her. Tears started to roll down her cheeks: "Tell me who you are ... Dana."
"I wander around forests and villages, at dusk and at dawn, to pick out certain people to satisfy my needs and stimulate my lust whenever I feel the urge to."
"You rape people?", asked Sofie frightened.
"I do not, my dear ... My heart craves for those who share the same passion as I. When I play my games I want them to play along, I want them to enjoy what they are doing and feel the same heat as I do because only a mutual predilection creates the most sublime experience ... and that's not how rape works."
"You did that to me earlier", signs of anger shaped Sofie's voice.
"I must admit I lost control of myself for a moment then, as I saw your lovely face along that path I let my strongest desires take over my actions and I couldn't help but admire the beauty of your struggles in that one moment."
Sofie was lost of words, so much was going on in her head right now that she couldn't organize her thoughts.
"I'm not a human, Sofie, I'm a ghost, a spirit if you want, I've been dancing with the strangers of this valley for hundreds of years", whispered Dana careful. Sofie made a few steps back, the fear returned: "Why do you know my name?"
Dana began to explain, slowly and thoughtful: "I know you mother, child. We met before in the past years. I've been waiting to meet you since you were a child."
Sofie was freaking out inside but tried to remain calm and listen what the woman had to say.
"I don't mean any harm, Sofie", Dana carefully tried to aproach the girl "I just want you to join me on my games, same as your mother did ... She enjoys it and I know you do aswell, because I have been observing you your whole life."
Those words were to much for Sofie, she couldn't bear the tension inside her and fled from Dana. She ran across the meadow as fast as she could in the direction of the village but she wasn't far away as she felt a pressure in her groin that grew quickly. It was her bladder filling with urine. Sofie got slower and slower until the urge to relieve herself made her unable to run. She didn't want to give Dana the satisfaction of seeing her pee, she didn't want to acknowledge the fact that maybe she gains pleasure by peeing as well and so she held it in. One hand pressed against her crotch while her thighs were squeezed together. Sofie didn't stop she kept on walking trying to get her naked body back into the village, still out of sight, even though the need was growing fast. Bended over and now both hands between her legs she tried to move forward but Dana was following her and the closer she got the more Sofie struggled. At some point it was to much, and the young woman couldn't move anymore. She stood there in the middle of the meadow, sweating and desperate to empty her bladder. Her legs were crossed and Sofie was bouncing up and down trying to hold her pee in. She was dying for relief but she was scared of Dana, who was already behind her. The pale woman reached Sofie and embraced her from behind. She delicately began to touch Sofie's upper body. Dana's hands stroked her shoulders, moved down the back and then glided to the front over Sofie's tummy and breasts. She felt the girl's goosebumps on her trembling body. Sofie was gasping for air but she didn't want to let go of the pressure.
Dana got even closer to the girl and Sofie felt her cold body pressing against her back.
She calmy began to whisper into her ear: "Relax, Sofie."
"No", Sofie said with a dying voice.
Danas hands where slowly moving down Sofie's crotch as she felt her big bulge underneath her fingertips.
"Sofie, I can feel your need." Dana's voice in her ear made the girl's senses tingle.
"Please ...", Sofie whispered.
"Your bladder, Sofie, she's screaming."
Sofie groaned. The desire of letting go was strong but she was afraid to give Dana the satisfaction she wanted even though the softness of her embrace felt wonderful. She still tried to escape but Dana pulled Sofie back to her and continued to whisper close into her ear: "Please Sofie, don't leave me. Let me stay by your side until the end and touch you."
Dana looked over Sofie's shoulder and enjoyed watching how she pressed her hands against her crotch doing their best to hold back the liquids. The pale woman smiled as she noticed some drops of urine sliding down Sofie's thighs. She knew that it was about to happen and so she began to tease Sofie by sensually whispering into her ear: "psssssss"
Sofie gasped.
Dana's hands once again moved down Sofie's bladder until she reached the girl's hands and softly tried to move them away from between her legs.
"No, nonono ... No", Sofie whispered desperately.
"Psssssss ... aaaah, oh the relief, Sofie."
"Please, Dana ... Your hands ... argh!"
"Pssssssssssss"
In that moment it happened, exhausted and aroused by Dana's voice, Sofie couldn't fight the urge anymore. A new, powerful stream of the warmest and purest urine once again shot out of her with force.
"Aaaaaaah ... Lord!", Sofie moaned.
"Oh Sofie, my sweet Sofie, I've been waiting for this moment for so many years!", said Dana aroused while holding Sofie tight like a good friend.
"You like it, don't you?" she whispered once again.
In that moment Sofie got rid of her stubbornes and out of breath she nodded and then answered with a quick but passionate "yes".
Dana began to move her hands back down the girl's sweating body again and started to fill them with Sofie's urine over and over again in order to rub the girl in with it. She started from Sofie's genitals and moved her way up to the breasts and from there further up until the neck. Stroking finally, with a gentle touch with her wet finger, the girl's lips.
The warmth on her body calmed Sofie's soul and the excitement made her body shake.
Urine kept splashing onto the ground and Dana felt Sofie's puddle gliding underneath her feet.
"Pee ...", the girl whisperer extatic.
"Yes, Sofie you're peeing ... and I love you for that", gasped Dana passionate.
"Aaaaah my pee .. it feels so good!"
"I know, let everything out, don't waste it."
"So good ... Lord, it's sooo good!
Pee on me, Dana!"
"What?"
"I feel your need, Dana. I know you're desperate aswell."
"I've been holding it in the whole time, Sofie! I am bursting!"
"Wait untill I finish."
"No I can't! I desperately need it!
"Wait!"
"No."
Dana quickly moved in front of Sofie and dragged her down to the ground while she was still emptying her bladder. The moment Sofie layed her head down on the ground Dana sat down on the her stomach and began to cover Sofie once again with a thick layer of urine. The girl lifted her head as much as she could to watch Dana's pee shooting out of her vagina. The pale woman moaned with excitement and joy and savoured the greatest sensation somebody could ever experience.
"Let it all out, Dana."
"I will"
"Please, enjoy it!"
End of part two. |
(It's a long one people!)
Mike pressed his legs together in the car as he drove. The traffic had been banking up for a while now, and he'd chosen today, of all days to challenge himself to a hold. He woken up that morning hornier than he'd been in a long time and ready for a bit of fun, and had set the intention to hold in his morning piss as long as he could. He hadn't expected work to get so busy. And he hadn't expected to be able to hold it all day. But with the amount of work he'd had on, he'd completely forgotten to drink anything substantial. He'd hadn't even had a coffee until the afternoon, when the temp had brought around a coffee order to the office. He'd been sitting on a full bladder all day, but it wasn't until he'd started on the coffee that he started to get truly uncomfortable.
He'd spent the rest of the afternoon squirming as he sipped his coffee, and though he was fairly desperate by the end of his shift, he wasn't ready to end his fun. The drive home was another hour, and he could definitely hold that long. In fact, he could hold longer if he needed. That wouldn't do. He wanted to be truly and utterly dying by the time he got back to his house. He hated holding when he had the option to pee in a toilet. It was much more exciting for him if he had to hold it. And driving was the perfect excuse. For the first time in months, he had the house to himself, and he planned to have as much fun as he could.
So just as he left the office, Mike grabbed himself a large bottle of water. If his timing was right, he could drink it over the hour's drive home and be close to exploding as he drove into his driveway. His bladder gave a sharp twinge as he looked at the water. Soon, all of that would be inside of him, making its way to his already stretched bladder. He gave it a poke as he passed by the toilets on the way out, and had to stop to give himself a squeeze through his pocket. His bladder was round, and protruding, but there was still a little give in it. Perfect. The drive home was going to be just what he needed after months of constant company. Finally, he could indulge himself.
During the first half of his drive, Mike steadily drank the liter bottle of water until it was finished, eager to begin the real test.
As he downed the last of the bottle he threw the empty in the back so he wouldn't be tempted to use it later, and it was then that his bladder gave its first sharp spasm. Mike gasped, and grabbed himself through his pants. His belly was distended enough now that the waistband of his trousers was uncomfortable. He gave his belly a cautious prod, and felt the tautness just underneath his skin. He was close to capacity now. By the time he got home in half an hour, he'd be absolutely frantic. Mike frowned. There was a chance he might not make it. After holding all day, his bladder was getting fairly tired. But underneath his worry was excitement. He squirmed a bit in his seat and felt the shock waves reverberate around his bladder. He was going to be so desperate by the time he got home. He would have to hold it in until then, though. It was a company car, so he definitely couldn't allow himself to piss his pants. It was going to be a close one, but he had no other choice.
He hadn't accounted for the traffic.
Five minutes after he finished the water, the traffic on the freeway slowed to a crawl. Mike swore and painfully put his foot on the brake. The movement put more pressure on his bladder. At least he had an automatic, or he'd really be in trouble. The cars were backed up over the rise of the hill, and until he crested it, there was no way of telling how far it went on. His bladder throbbed dully, and he shifted in his seat to contain it. Hopefully it wasn't a long delay. He would be pushing it to get home, even if the way was clear. If he had to wait any longer, he would be in serious, serious trouble. He might even have to abandon his trip and pull in to a public toilet.
At the thought of releasing early, his bladder cramped. Mike groaned loudly, twisting his thighs together and bending over the steering wheel to keep control. He could feel the litre of water he'd drank slowly trickling into his system. The slosh of water in his stomach promised much more to come. He didn't know if he had room for any more.
The cars started to creep forward, and Mike whined under his breath as he accelerated at an alarmingly slow rate. The crest of the hill was just ahead. The cars stopped again, and Mike fidgeted in his seat. He was close to an 8 out of 10, he thought. Maybe a bit over. But whatever happened, he couldn't wet in the car. It would soak right through the material seats and he'd never get the smell out in time to hand it back over to the boss tomorrow. Another trickle of the water forced its way into his tight bladder, and it had Mike thrusting in his seat to try and relieve the discomfort. He was really getting desperate now.
The cars crept forward again, and Mike crested the hill.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed like it was his own personal mantra. There looked to be a crash about a kilometre ahead, forcing the traffic down from four lanes to two. It had taken him about 5, torturous minutes to move less than 100 metres. It was going to take him an extra thirty minutes at least to get through the traffic, let alone all the way home. Mike was already jiggling in his seat. He'd never make it that far. He'd just have to try and hold on until the next exit and find a McDonald's or something. It was his only chance.
He turned on the radio for some distraction. It gave him a beat to squirm to at least. But every tree on the nature strip was already calling out to him, and the sloshing of water in his belly was lessening as it made its way though him. His bladder clamped down again, hard.
Mike grabbed his dick and squeezed, tensing his muscles against the onslaught. The cars moved forward another 50 meters, and he held himself until they stopped again. His pants were making creases in his belly now, his bladder protruding grossly from underneath his skin. It looked like he had swallowed a football. It felt like he had swallowed a cannon ball. He barely pressed his fingers to his abdomen and could not make a dent without doubling over as the urine forced its way into his urethra. His bladder was so tight it had no give.
Mike undid his trousers, to ease the pressure. It didn't help. Even his, normally loose-fitting underwear was unbearable against his skin.
They moved forward another 100 meters.
The music wasn't helping any more. He needed to piss. Now. He'd never needed to piss so badly before - not when he hadn't been free to wet himself. But he couldn't piss here. He absolutely couldn't. Mike fanned his thighs so vigorously they could have started a fire. Urine pushed at the opening of his urethra as he squeezed his cock in a death grip. “Don't piss, don't piss, don't piss,” he chanted, as if it would help. Another squirt of the water entered his bladder, and the pressure at the base of his cock became unbearable. He moaned in one, long, broken sound as he fought back against the waves of urgency. The wave passed, and he went back to fanning his legs frantically.
The cars moved forward another 100 meters. Mike was letting out little hums of utter desperation with each out breath. It was impossible. He couldn't last much longer.
But somehow, he had to. Just until he could reach an exit. Just another 700m and he'd be free of the traffic. His bladder cramped again, and he tensed every muscle until he was shaking. He could feel himself start to sweat under the strain. Piss was forcing its way to the tip of his penis, making him half hard with desperation. Mark groaned as he made it past the cramp dry. He didn't know how much more he could endure. It was only a matter of time now.
The cars moved forward another 50 meters and stopped. Mark couldn't stop moving in his seat. If he stopped, he would absolutely piss himself. But he couldn't allow it. He couldn't piss in the company car. He absolutely couldn't. Even though every nerve was screaming at him to let go, and every drop of water that moved from his stomach to his bladder threatened to make him explode, he had to hold it. He had no other choice.
His bladder cramped down long and hard again, trying its best to empty itself. Mark bent double against the agony, and squeezed himself so hard he was afraid he'd do permanent damage. The part of him that was excited for the hold was now terrified of not making it as he panted and shook with the strain. Despite his best efforts, he felt a trickle spurt past his grip to wet his underwear. Every part of his body begged him to let it continue. All he had to do was accept his defeat and he could be emptying himself torrents upon torrents of pee. But Mike growled and grunted, and tightened his defenses further, cutting off the trickle with herculean effort. He could hold it. He had to hold it.
The next wave came within seconds of the last one, and in that moment, Mark knew was wrong. He couldn't hold it. Fuck. His bladder was already rock solid, and trying to fit more in every minute. Every movement sent ripples of exquisite pain through his bladder, which was now looking more like a basketball from above. The piss was pressing at his opening with the force of a tidal wave, and all that was stopping it was his hand, his pretzeled legs, and his quivering muscles. He needed to piss. Now.
The cars moved forward another 50 meters, and another spurt broke free of his control as he maneuvered the brake and the accelerator. For a second, he teetered on the brink of release, before he clawed it back. Beads of sweat coursed down his forehead, as he panted and whined with every breath. He looked around the car frantically. There had to be something he could use, anything.
Then he spied the water bottle. It was in the far corner of the back seat. If he stretched, maybe he could reach it. He had to try.
So he undid his seat-belt, and reclined his seat. Every movement he made caused his bladder to scream. He couldn't release his dick. He couldn't hold it in without his hand any more. Slowly, Mike stretched backwards towards the water bottle. His bladder, already past capacity, had no room to stretch. His stomach muscles pressed down on it as he reached, and Mike could start to feel himself losing it. “No, no, no, no,” he chanted and sat up, clamping down on his penis with both hands as his opening fluttered. A thin dribble spurted out. Tears flowed freely down his face as he fought tooth and nail to hold on. An extra push, and he was able to stop the stream. He let out a sob at the effort. A wet patch the side of a saucer had appeared on the front of his trousers.
The cars moved forward another 100 meters. He somehow managed to drive forward while keeping both hands buried in his crotch. When he stopped, he noticed the coffee cup in his center console. It was half full. His bladder cramped down hard again as he spied relief. But what was in the cup didn't leave much for him to release. If he started, he wouldn't be able to stop again that soon. He knew it. There was only one other option. If he poured it out the window, everyone would know what he was doing. He'd have to drink it first.
Mike didn't even think twice. Even as his tired bladder clamped down in agony around the oceans of piss he was holding in, he grabbed the cup and started to swallow. Every mouthful felt like it was going directly into his bladder. He could feel his muscles start to give way. Suddenly he felt strangely tingly and numb, and he knew. This was it. He couldn't hold it back any more. As the last mouthful passed his lips, Mike fumbled the cup down to his fly, glad that he'd already undid his pants. He could feel the pee starting to burst out from beneath his clenched fingers as he fought to free his cock. He could hear himself letting out little hmm's of distress as he tried to hold it back just a second longer. The moment he angled the tip of his penis into the cup, a torrent of piss exploded from him. He moaned in ecstasy as he finally relaxed his control. Piss frothed and splattered in the bottom of coffee cup as he panted in orgasmic relief.
But it wasn't to last. The coffee cup was filling fast, and he wasn't ready. He still needed to piss so badly, and his bladder had now had a taste of relief. It didn't want to stop. But he had to. Slowly, and painfully, he clamped down his trembling muscles and regained control of his bladder. His stream started to thin as it got to the top, and finally came to a stop.
Urgency pulsed through him, begging him to let go again. He couldn't help the sob that escaped him. But he held the urine back. His muscles were tired, but his bladder had regained a bit of its elasticity. He was still fidgeting, but he didn't need to hold himself. He might even make it all the way home now.
The cars ahead started to move, and Mike stowed his cup in the cup holder and inched forward. It took him another 20 minutes to clear the traffic jam, and the water he'd drunk had steadily been joining the rest of the liquid in his bladder. He was nearing capacity again, but the open road had given him new hope. It was only another 25 minutes until he got home. He could wait that long. Especially now he was moving at a steady pace.
10 minutes later, and he needed to hold himself again. Just 15 minutes left to go. He could probably make that. As he saw the exit marker on the freeway, 7 kilometers, he felt the first leak dribble out. Fuck. Mike jiggled in his seat as a new wave of urgency hit him. He needed a new plan. His cock was stiff with desperation, half visible through the wet material of his underwear. It gave him an idea.
Mike started to squeeze and stroke himself, trying to get hard. It might buy him a few more minutes. His bladder was constricting inside him, trying its best to empty itself, but he squeezed harder, then kept on stroking. The pleasure of stimulation warred with the agony of desperation as he drove. Every minute was a countdown to getting home. 5 minutes now.
He turned off the freeway and stopped at the traffic lights. He fisted himself as covertly as he could, knowing that if he stopped, even for a second, he would lose it. His bladder, had gone from throbbing to one continuous cramp. His muscles were tiring rapidly. His erection, though as close to orgasm as he could allow, was struggling to maintain itself. A quarter of his being wanted urgently to give in to his impending orgasm, but the rest of him desperately needed to release the torrent of piss boiling inside his over-stretched bladder. Right now.
Mike stroked himself slower and slower as he teetered on the edge. He was barely hard any more, but if he grabbed himself any tighter and forced it, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming. Every bump and brake made his bladder scream, and push at its confines. But he was so close. He was just two streets away.
Mike started counting the minutes home. Just one more minute. You can wait one more minute.
He was barely touching himself with more than a finger now, holding back his orgasm as fiercely as he was denying his bladder.
Just 30 more seconds.
He could see his driveway now. His bladder shuddered as the cold coffee he'd drunk forced its way in. It felt fit to burst. His muscles were overwrought with the need to cum, and the need to hold it back.
Mike pulled into his driveway, whimpering and rocking back and forth as he waited for the garage door to open. Being so close to relief seemed to increase his urgency ten fold. He needed to piss. Now!
He gripped the tip of his cock and stroked once, just enough to stave it off, and almost came instead. As the garage door opened, his heart dropped. His room mate's car was still parked inside. Both Jade and Dean should have left this morning for the festival. He'd seen them go. Here he was, seconds away from exploding, and he had company. Somehow, he drove the car into the garage next to his room mate's car and pressed the button to close the door. Before the garage door had even closed, Mike jumped out of the car. He immediately bent double, and squeezed his legs together. He was barely two steps from the car when he felt his muscles start to give way. “No, no, no,” he whispered, and grabbed his cock in a death grip. The grinding of his hand in his crotch brought his impending orgasm to the fore. He couldn't hold it back much longer.
“Mikey, is that you home?” he heard Jade call from the garden. He locked up every muscle he knew he had and choked back a pained cry. He couldn't piss in the garden where she could see. And he couldn't wet himself now. Not in front of them. He embarrassed himself enough in front of his hot room mate without wetting himself like a baby in front of her. He prayed to whatever gods he knew that he could get through to the toilet without her stopping him, or he'd have no chance.
A trickle of piss sprang forth from his cock as he gripped it tight, his bladder finally demanding payment. With as much speed as he could muster, he made for the back door, holding himself painfully tight inside his pocket. Piss pushed at the tip of his cock with an urgency that made him shudder. His muscles started to go numb, and he could feel himself losing the fight again. Without looking back, he bolted for the door and ripped it open, not stopping for the call of his room mate in the garden behind him. He could make it. He had to make it.
The toilet door loomed in front of him, and he could feel spurts of piss bulge out from beneath his white-knuckled grip. Just a step further.
He twisted the knob. It was locked.
“Sorry, I'm in here,” came Dean's voice. “Won't be a minute.”
Mike barely contained a cry as he bobbed on the spot. He didn't have a minute. He didn't even have another second. He was going to wet himself. Scratch that, he was wetting himself. Right now. Right here. Mike ran for the back door, a constant dribble now escaping his tortured body. His only hope was to make it to the garden. He had to make it outside. Mike ripped open the door for the second time as his bladder clamped downed with unforgiving finality. Jade stood on the step, her hand still reaching for the door handle. He couldn't get past her. He suppressed his need with everything he had left, shaking and sweating as he tried to buy time.
“Oh, Mike. I thought that was you,” she said, her brow immediately creasing in worry. “What's wrong?” But before the door had even closed behind him, he was lost. The grip he had on his cock moved a hair's breadth, and his orgasm tore through his body with force, and he felt his knees almost buckle. At the same time, his very prominent bladder clamped down like a vise. Ejaculate forcefully cut off the flow of urine for a few seconds as he fought back the urge to thrust, spiking a mixture of pain and ecstasy through his body. It was the most intense thing he'd ever experienced. And then his bladder, broke through his defenses. The piss started in a thin trickle at first as it tried to work its way around the echoes of his climax, and then it started to gush.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as the torrent finally burst forth. He couldn't stop it any more. He didn't even want to try.
“Oh,” he heard Jade gasp and step back. “Oh wow.”
Urine hissed out and soaked his trousers, puddling around his feet on the front step. Wave, after wave of euphoria crashed down on him as he felt his bladder finally start to deflate. It took almost a full minute for him to regain any semblance of control. Jade had left the garden, presumably out of disgust.
He almost didn't care. He felt relieved for the first time all day, even though he hadn't emptied himself completely. His bladder still wanted to expel the rest, but he'd embarrassed himself quite enough today. He couldn't even speak, he was so relieved. His trousers clung to him alarmingly, and if he'd been alone, he would have used them to good effect. But it wasn't to be.
A second later, Jade came around the corner again, this time with towels. She stepped right into the puddle and handed them to him with a chagrined look. “Sorry I got in your way, Mikey. You must have been bursting.”
Mike gave a half smile, his cheeks reddening. “Not any more,” he joked, though it was very nearly a lie. He still needed to empty himself at the earliest opportunity. “There was a big traffic jam on the freeway,” he gave by way of excuse. She didn't really need to know any more details than that. He definitely wasn't about to tell her he'd made himself desperate on purpose.
Jade's flip flops slapped in the puddle as she stepped back. It was like she didn't even care that she was standing in his piss. “Well, it happens,” she waved it off, and looked down at the puddle. Mike grasped the towel in awkwardly in his hands, waiting for the laughter. But she surprised him again.
“That's a hell of a lot of pee. You must really have been dying for the loo,” she said, and he thought he caught a faint note of wonder in her voice. He definitely didn't miss the blush that dusted her cheeks and the back of her neck. Wait. Did she...like this?
Mike decided to test the theory.
“Yeah. I was. I forgot to go this morning, and then I just got distracted at work,” he said, letting the towel hang over his arm, exposing his sodden trousers. Her delicate eyebrows shot up.
“You've been holding on since this morning? Wow!” OK. She was definitely impressed, and not shy about it at all. “That traffic jam must have been torture, then.”
Mike felt his breath catch in his throat as she looked up at him through her lashes. “I've never been so desperate to pee in my life. I thought I was going to ruin the company car.”
Jade was definitely blushing now, and she stepped back into his puddle, letting her flip flops splash in the liquid. “I'd have liked to see that,” she grinned, and bit her lip.
“Maybe next time,” he grinned back, his heart beating fiercely in his chest. He could hardly believe this was happening.
“Definitely next time,” she corrected him, and casually drawing circles in the puddle with her toe. “I'll be counting on it.”
Mike swallowed, a sudden spike of lust echoing through his veins. “What are you doing tonight?”
Jade grinned. “We read the festival times wrong. Dean's going tonight, but I was tossing up between tonight, or tomorrow morning. What did you have in mind?” she asked coyly.
“It's just that,” Mike shifted a bit. “I did drink a lot of water on the way home.”
Jade's eyes sparkled with mischief. “Did you?” she said impishly.
“I did,” he replied. His tired bladder twinged as he felt the water and the coffee continue to filter down to join the pee he'd been able to hold back once he'd regained control. “I kind of have to pee again already,” he confessed. "Quite a bit."
Jade licked her lips, and slowly and deliberately stepped forward until she had her hands on his hipbones. Her thumbs pressed inwards onto his tired bladder, and he flinched at the mixture of pleasure and pain that they wrought.
“I think you should hold it,” she whispered in his ear. “I think you should hold it for me.”
A shudder of pure lust wracked his body as he turned to look into her dark eyes. “How long until Dean leaves again?”
“Half an hour,” she replied. His exhausted bladder panged around the water that continued to trickle in.
“I'm not sure I can last that long,” he confessed. Jade leaned in a just barely dragged her lips across his. He could almost taste her lip gloss on the heat of her breath.
“You can,” she smiled. “You will hold it for as long as I tell you to hold it.”
Mike watched her as she took the towel and pressed it gently to his soaked legs. There was only one thing to say to something like that.
“Yes. I will.” |
Thought I might post the second from the opposite perspective - not much desperation, just a proposition or two.
Jade brought out a spare pair of trousers for Mike as he stripped down in the back garden. She'd only moved in a few months ago, but it hadn't been long before she'd noticed that Mike often fidgeted his way through a movie when they had a night in, rather than get up and got up and use the bathroom. She might have thought it was accidental, except that he never ever set aside his beer, even if they were only half way through the movie. Even if he was already clearly desperate. He still kept drinking along with her, no matter what.
It fascinated her. Most of the time, she missed half the movie, because she was too busy looking at Mike trying not to squirm out of the corner of her eye. Even after squirming through a movie, he'd usually make himself busy washing the dishes, or go for an evening walk, rather than go directly to the bathroom like most people would after holding on so long. She didn't understand why he didn't just go and relieve himself. He clearly needed it. But she couldn't deny that she loved it when he kept holding. It made her want to follow him around and keep him occupied until he couldn't hold back any more. But so far, she'd never seen him lose control. Until today.
When she'd seen Mike rush in with his hands clenched deep in his pockets, she knew he must have been close to losing it. He might even be losing it at that very moment. She had to see it happen. So she followed him towards the house. She heard the frantic knocking as she climbed the steps, and heard Dean's reply. Dean was in the bathroom. Perfect!
Jade could hear Mike's frantic shuffling steps and piteous whimpers as he bolted back towards the garden door. She barely had the time to step back from the door before it slammed open. Mike's face was the very picture of utter desperation as he spied her blocking his path. A small wet patch had already spread down his leg, but somehow, he was still holding on. His belly was protruding behind the open button of his trousers, and she realized with shock that it was his bladder. It was huge! Jade dampened as a sudden wave of arousal flooded her body. She wanted to touch it - to see what it felt like - to see the expression on his face as she pushed down. But that would definitely giver her away. Instead, she had to delay him. If nothing else, she wanted to see him soaked.
“Oh, Mike, I thought that was you,” she said, trying to keep the heat out of her voice. His face was crumpling in agony in front of her as his legs crossed double. He bent and shifted and danced in front of her as he tried to see a way past. “What's wrong?” she asked, angling her body to block the path more thoroughly. As if she didn't know what was wrong. She just needed to delay him a few seconds more. Surely he couldn't hold on much longer.
She was right. A second later he groaned and his face scrunched up in pain. Or was it pleasure? A second or two after that, he started to swear under his breath, and she heard a loud hissing from waist height. Jade stepped backwards so she was on the second step, a bit closer to eye height with Mike's bladder as it emptied itself with the force of a fire hose. How could there be so much coming out at once? It was incredible.
“Oh wow,” she heard herself say, and immediately clamped down on her reaction. Mike panted in front of her as the urine just kept coming and coming. It was running down the concrete steps now, pooling on the landing. How could one person hold so much? Her cheeks grew hot as she looked from the puddle, to Mike's blissful face. Incredible.
She wanted to watch him finish, and see the realization of what he'd done wash over his face, but she needed to leave before he came back to himself. If she hurried, she could at least paint herself as helpful and concerned, rather than hot and bothered.
Jade quickly went to grab some towels from the bathroom, almost running in to Dean on his way out. If Mike had been able to hold it in just one minute more, he'd have made it to the toilet. But given the melon-sized bladder she'd seen pressing tightly against his unfastened waistband, she was surprised his control hadn't given out sooner. Just thinking about it made her ache with a fierce lust. She really wanted to go back to her bedroom, lock the door and think about it for the rest of the night, but she had to get some towels.
She told Dean to go and unload the dishwasher while she put the clothes on to wash. She couldn't let him go outside and see Mike. She could do that much for him at least.
She grabbed the dirty towels from the bathroom to cover her excuse of doing the washing, and a clean towel for Mike to dry himself down with, and then went back outside.
The puddle was huge. Apparently Mike had been holding back a small lake right before he'd burst in front of her. It made her wonder exactly how much he must have been holding back every time they watched movies together. If he could hold this much before he exploded, then it must take a lot to make him squirm. And he squirmed a lot during their movie watching sessions. Jade suddenly couldn't wait for their next film night.
Jade stepped into the puddle and handed Mike the clean towel, admiring the way his sodden trousers clung to his calves. She pulled a face as she forced herself not to give in and reach out to touch them. Instead, she said: “Sorry I got in your way, Mikey. You must have been bursting.”
He looked ashamed, and still a bit uncomfortable. “Not any more,” he half laughed, and rubbed his neck. “There was a big traffic jam on the freeway.”
Jade tried not to show how it effected her as she imagined him stuck in traffic, bladder distended and desperate to release as the traffic moved ever so slowly forward. She wished she could have been in the passenger seat.
“Well, it happens,” she said in a flimsy attempt to hide her desire to splash around in the puddle. There was so much of it. “That's a hell of a lot of pee. You must have been dying,” she let slip, before she could help herself. Her face immediately felt hot, as if she'd confessed her desire aloud. She almost had.
“Yeah. I was.” he replied, and suddenly he had her full attention. He was going to tell her about it! She could almost hear the blood rush under her skin. “I forgot to go this morning, and then I just got distracted at work,” he swung the towel over his arm, almost deliberately. His pants still glistened in the sun, adding one drip at a time to the puddle. Wait, was he...?
Hold on. Since this morning? He'd not peed since last night? He'd needed to pee since this morning. She couldn't help the expression of wonder that passed over her face. “You've been holding on since this morning? Wow!” She wanted to know more. And for some reason, she thought he wanted to tell her. She wasn't about to stop him. In fact...
“That traffic jam must have been torture, then,” she injected a little heat into her voice. Just enough that he'd pick up on it if he was looking for it. But then again, men were never that good at picking up signals. Maybe she should be a bit more obvious...
““I've never been so desperate to pee in my life. I thought I was going to ruin the company car,” he offered after she all but winked at him.
“I'd have liked to see that,” she grinned impishly, and bit her lip as she felt the warm liquid splash around her flip flops. She felt like they might be on the same page finally. At least, she hoped they were.
“Maybe next time,” he grinned at her, his hand gripping the towel tightly in front of his crotch.
Oh yes. They were on the same page. But just in case there was any doubt...
“Definitely next time,” she insisted. “I'll be counting on it.” She saw the blush creep up his neck as she dragged her toes through the puddle.
And then told her something she could barely believe. He hadn't emptied himself yet. That massive puddle she had been standing in was not even the whole amount he had been holding. He still had to pee. She couldn't help it. She had to touch him. She watched the shiver wrack his body as she dug her hands in around his hips, her thumbs searching for the bulge that had protruded from his waistband earlier. It was not firm by any means, but his bladder was obviously still very sensitive to touch. She wanted to see it full again. Immediately. She wanted to touch it when it was taut and quivering. She wanted to push into it and see what noises he would make as he tried to hold it all inside.
So she told him. She told him that he would not pee again until she allowed him to, and saw his eyes darken as he agreed.
Jade handed Mike the pair of trousers she'd picked out for him. Tight ones. She'd made sure of that. She saw the look of apprehension on his face as he took them from her, and realized what she had planned. Half an hour until Dean left.
Jade grinned at Mike as he bent to put the pants on, and went to water the garden by the steps. The water from the hose would explain the puddle, just in case Dean came outside, and the towels in the wash could go in with Mike's soaked pair of pants.
Mike came back over to her after changing and she saw him shift uncomfortably at the sight of her watering the garden. The skinny jeans were tight against his legs, and snug over his hips and stomach. It had barely been 10 minutes since his accident, but he already looked fidgety. Jade bit her lip as he adjusted himself in front of her.
“You need to go again already?” she asked quietly, and he nodded.
“I didn't let everything go earlier, and I did drink an entire bottle of water and half a coffee on the way home.”
Jade's eyes widened. He hadn't caught when he'd mentioned it earlier, but she was sure of it now. He'd deliberately made himself desperate. He didn't just hold his morning pee through the day. He'd planned ahead and brought a bottle of water with him to make him more desperate on the way home.
“Plus, my bladder's a bit tired now, so it really wants to just let everything go,” he continued, pressing his fingers into his abdomen gently. There was a little give beneath his fingers, but she could see that it still made him wince.
“You seem to know a lot about this,” she turned the hose on to a single stream setting, letting the water trickle out and splash. She saw him swallow as he watched. “You like to hold it, don't you?” she let the water run over her hands, making interesting noises as it pooled in her palm.
He couldn't keep his eyes from it as he nodded.
“I noticed,” she smiled, and motioned for him to hold out his hands. He held them out and she ran the water over them as he washed them. He shifted his legs together minutely as he shook them dry. “It's hot,” she admitted. “Seeing you get desperate through a movie – it's hot.”
“You noticed that?” he looked up at her shame-faced as he dried off his hands.
“To be honest, I don't remember half the movies we've watched.”
“Were you watching me?” he asked, and she couldn't deny it.
“I even slipped you more beer when you ran out.”
“Shit. That was deliberate? I was trying to pace myself to I wouldn't get too full early on, but every time I finished my beer, you'd have another one ready for me.”
Jade laughed, embarrassed as she turned away to hang up the hose. “It was a game at first. I thought you were being stubborn, so I wanted to make you admit defeat and pause the movie. But you never did.” Jade turned back to him and gave him a half smile. “And then you started delaying it longer – going for walks, or doing chores when you were clearly dying to pee. I even timed it so that I would be in the shower when you got back from your walk once. I hoping to hear you plead through the door, but you never even knocked.”
“Fuck!” he said as sudden understanding lit up his expression. “I almost pissed myself that night. I heard the shower going, and barely made it back to the garden. I was almost sprung by Dean when he came home, too.”
“Too bad I missed it,” she lamented. “But you can make up for it tonight. I have a movie or two I've been meaning to watch, and I bought a six pack of beers just yesterday.”
Mike pressed his legs together. “I'm not even sure I'll last until Dean leaves,” he gave a nervous laugh. “How long until he goes out?”
Jade looked at the time on her phone and said “about 15 minutes.” Mike swore again and shifted uncomfortably.
“Can I pee first, and then do the hold through the movie like a usually do?” he looked down at her hopefully, and she could see the splay of his fingers as they dug under the tight waistband of his pants to relieve the pressure.
“No,” she replied immediately, and he hummed in distress. “Are you really that full again? Already?”
“Sort of,” he confessed. “I won't lose it yet, I think, but I can never be sure with a second hold.”
“Then you'll hold it until I say?” she suggested, and watched him nod in pained agreement as he tugged the waistband of his pants free of his skin again. “Can I touch it?” she asked.
He looked at her curiously, and followed her gaze down to his aching bladder. “I guess,” he agreed, and removed his hand from his waistband.
Jade reached out to touch Mike's belly, and cupped the flesh there. Just beneath the warm skin, she could feel the organ, round and tight, but with a little give in it when she pressed harder. Above her, Mike hissed through his teeth.
“Careful!”
Jade pulled her hand back quickly, and saw Mike's hand make a grab for his crotch. He stopped it before he got there, and managed to control himself with a clench of his muscles and some frenzied wriggling.
She wanted to touch it again. She wanted to push him down and grind into it until he was a whimpering mess. But there was time to work up to that. For now, she needed to see how far she could push his limits.
“Do you think you could watch a movie with me?” she asked coyly. She saw the doubt on his face immediately, but she could work with doubt.
“I don't think...”
“Do you think you could make it through a movie if I gave you some...help?” Jade emphasized her meaning by slowly and deliberately tracing her hand up the front of Mike's tight jeans.
She saw him reconsider, and smiled. Yes. She could definitely work with doubt.
“I can try,” he answered finally. “But we'd have to start the movie right now.”
Jade grinned. “I have no objection to that,” she replied, and gave him a soft squeeze through his trousers.
“Any idea of the movie?” he asked huskily.
Jade grinned.
“I have a few ideas.” |
The story became longer than expected so get ready for a part 4 in the next few days.
... and remember, I'm not a native speaker so apologies for possible mistakes.
CHAPTER THREE: DANA
After their intimate moment together, Sofie and Dana layed exhausted on the wet grass, both soaked in urine and a few drops of sweat.
"I knew you would enjoy it", said Dana satisfied.
Sofie wanted to say something but hesitated. The pale woman noticed and asked: "What is it, Sofie?"
"I ... I just don't understand. You do this to everyone? And to my mother as well?! ... Wha ... I mean ... How ... Wh ... Who the hell are you?! And why do you do all this?!"
Dana laughed a little: "I see you're confused, love ... Let me tell you my story maybe you will understand."
"You really are a ghost?"
Dana took a deep breath and began to tell:
"Yes, yes I am, even though I'd prefer to be described as a spirit. My life came to an end hundreds of moons ago. I was a young woman just like you, men where turning their heads everytime they noticed my presence. They wanted me, they chased after me and they were intimidated by me. I felt like I could control each and every one of them by playing with their deepest desires, but most of these men vanished the moment I told them my most forbidden passion: my longing for urine, for bursting bladders and sighs of relief. That was all I wanted. I had no interest in everything else."
"You mean, you never wanted sex?"
Dana shook his head and continued: "I've had intercourse with men in my early years but the satisfaction I recieved from it was never enough. It was the act of urination that let my needing soul feel the most extatic. I didn't want sex and thus men didn't want me. They were disgusted by my love for urine, they laughed in my face and humiliated me by sharing my secret with everybody else. The word spread throughout the valley and my name got thrown in the dirt. Eventually I wasn't the beautiful woman from that one village anymore, I got described as a freak, as a sex offender ..."
"What?!"
"Listen to me, Sofie, if you play your game instead of theirs, the community will turn their back on you ... keep your secrets to you and don't share them with anyone if you want a happy life. Trust is good, but no trust is better ... remember that."
Sofie nodded slightly intimidated, then she asked: "And then what happened to you? There must have been at least one man in the whole valley that loved peeing."
Dana started giggling: "You know, Sofie, having the whole valley know about my tastes sometimes had it's perks. There were a few good men among the shadows that approached me secretly every now and again to spend some tender moments together and everytime it happened it was a joy ... That was the time I realized how much better your passion feels if you can share it with someone who cares as much about it as you ... and it was also then when I made my first experiences with some audacious maids."
Dana giggled again.
"Women came to you as well?!", Sofie wondered.
"Yes, every few months some women joined me and we went on adventures."
Sofie smiled and after another brief pause she asked again: "And how did you die?"
Dana gasped a little and moved on with her story: "Even though I met some people I could share my interests with, I still got mocked and abused by everybody else around me and the more I isolated myself from others the louder their voices got, my friends started to neglect me and my family was embarassed to have me. I suffered, Sofie. Their mockeries and hate speeches became unbearable so I set an end to my life and greeted death with a sweet embrace."
"It's sad to hear that, Dana."
"Don't be sad, Sofie. Dying was the best that ever happened to me. The devil was kind and condemned my soul to a life in the material world."
"You mean on this world? ... and you will never go to heaven?"
"I commited suicide, Sofie, heaven was never the place I was meant to be ... but neither was hell apparently. I was destined to walk on the face of this earth for eternity."
"And you decided to spend your days here by satisfiying your needs with others?"
"Exactly. That's why I said dying was the best I could do. Since then I've bee wandering throughout our villages, looking for passionate people to spend my evenings and morings with. I have the powers to control the situation how I want and when I want."
"And you only do that with people who have the same interests, right?"
"Exactly ... If they don't I just secretly stalk them relieving themselves in their homes or in the bushes. They won't notice me and I can get as close of a look as I want."
"Do you play with men and with women?"
"With men and with women."
"And who's more fun?"
Dana laughed a little: "Every gender has it's own little treats. Men are easier to get as you can imagine, they play along and admire your body like a woman would never do. Some let you hold their penis while they're urinating ... which is a very enjoyable experience if I may say so."
"Really?"
"Yes, they all feel so nice and soft and when the urine gushes out you can feel some slight vibrations going through the muscle. Sometimes they even get erect, which is not as exciting since you can't really control them as you'd like ... but it's fun to watch them grow." Dana laughed, even Sofie giggled a little: "If that's the case I should try it out as well one day."
"You should, Sofie. It's an arousing experience."
"And what about women?"
"Women are nice to touch. They have soft skin and voluptuos bodies, every curve is an adventure. And the way they moan when they finally urinate is incredible, pure passion."
"Same as I did before?"
"Yes, you brought the heath inside my soulless body for a brief moment."
"I never thought ghosts can pee aswell."
"They can, If they want to ... and also whenever they want to." Dana spread her legs and began to pee into the grass to demonstrate Sofie her abilities. The girl sat back up and observed Dana's urine.
"It looks so ... clean", Sofie said.
"It's basically just water."
"It definetly looks like it."
"No, I am serious it really is just water ... you can drink it if you want."
Sofie looked back down at Dana still laying in the grass.
"Go ahead, try!", said the ghost.
"I ... don't really want to."
"Trust me, Sofie. It's delicious."
Sofie was sceptical, even though she just discovered her love for peeing she wasn't feeling the need to drink it. She still had the taste of her own pee on her lips after Dana stroked them with her wet finger, and Sofie didn't really like the taste that was slipping into her mouth the whole time.
Dana noticed the girl's hesitation and took action. The pale woman sat back up as well and formed a cup with her hands which she then filled with her incredibly clean urine. Dana moved the "cup" carefully towards Sofie's mouth and whispered with a smile: "Try it." Sofie hesitated but her cuoriosity was stronger. The girl opened her mouth and Dana poured the urine into her until the last drop. Sofie swallowed the liquid and was surprised to find out that it really did taste like water ... and it was cold.
"You want some more?", asked Dana.
"No no no, I had eno ... are you still peeing?", Sofie looked down at the ghost.
"Yes. I can start and stop whenever I want."
Sofie didn't really know what to say and just nodded interested.
"What about my mother, Dana?"
"Oh right!" Dana giggled: "I almost forgot."
"You know each other?"
"Whe knew eachother even before you where born."
"How?"
"I stalked every single person in your village in the past years. I was trying to find urine enthusiasts because I needed some new friends. I looked and observed, I tested and tortured them ..."
"What?!"
"I wasn't a litteral torture haha. Everytime I find a fascinating person I fill his or her bladder up to see how the person acts in those moments of desperate need."
"So, wait, let me guess. You fill their bladder and try to find out if they enjoy it."
"Right!"
"And how do you know if they do?"
"I just watch how they react to a full bladder and look at their faces when they empty it. You can tell a lot by the way a man crosses his legs or a woman rolls her eyes on the pot."
"Really?", Sofie was sceptical.
Dana nodded: "If you do this for a long time experience will give you the answers."
"And I guess my mother was one of those people you were looking for."
Dana sighed dreamily: "Your mother always held her crotch in such a sensual way I couldn't help but watch her in need over and over again."
Sofie giggled a little.
"You know what I am talking about right?", asked Dana.
"Well, yes ... but I never ... got aroused by it", Sofie laughed nervously.
"Of course not, she is you mother ... but I did and we went through some lovely moments together in our early years."
"How did you meet?"
"The same way I met you. She was walking through the forest and I took over her bladder from the distance ... and then, again same as I did with you, Sofie, I undressed and teased her until we passionately covered our bodies in urine."
"Hm ... is that how you do it with everybody?"
"No ... Haha ... I thought if it worked on your mother it might also work with you ... and it did."
Sofie laughed a little: "And she has come to you ever since?"
"Every time she leaves the house."
Realization overcame Sofie in that moment: "That's why it always takes so long until she comes back."
"You got it, haha."
Sofie got silent, and started thinking.
"I see that there's still something that keeps your mind busy, Sofie."
"Yes ... Have you been making one of those "tests" of yours on me as well?"
A bit ashamed Dana said: "I did."
Sofie nodded slightly, still deep in thoughts: "Since I was a child?"
"Noo, I did not" Dana said calmly: "When you were born I wondered if you might grow up to be such a wonderful woman as your mother ... and the older you became the more I wished to meet you one day but it wasn't until you turned 15 where I consciously started to lay eyes on you. I didn't do anything don't worry, I might be a spirit but not from the evil kind. I just really enjoyed the thought of one day having the thrill of experiencing the heath of a mother and her daughter."
"At the same time?!"
"No, Sofie don't worry, I ... I actually never even thought of that to be honest." Dana got quiet for a brief moment, Sofie gave her an idea but she didn't want to show it.
"Anyway", Dana continued: "The older you got the more beautiful your body turned out to be and the more intense my desire became ... You turned 18 and I began to tease you whenever I could."
"I understand now."
"Does it all make sense?"
"I always though I had a weak bladder but it was you the whole time?"
"Yes!"
"And you where with me whenever I peed somewhere?"
"Sometimes, yes"
"Oh ... That's kinda scary."
"It's only scary if you know about it."
Another nervous laugh from Sofie.
"And when did you realize that I enjoyed it, Dana?"
"This afternoon."
"What?"
"I was there when you arrived home desperate. I was actually going to see Laureen when I spotted you. You peed behind the shed and the way you closed your eyes and gasped softly when it all came out I knew. I just knew and I was so happy ... and now here you are."
Sofie smiled and then something else came into her in mind: "You were there today. Did you see how my mother caught me?"
"I did. I loved your red face afterwards haha."
"But ... but did she call my name immediately as soon as she spotted me or was she looking at me for a moment before saying anything."
"Oh, Sofie, I don't know. My eyes were locked on you and your beautiful stream, I got scared as well when I heard her."
"Oh ... Well, fine. No problem."
"But I saw her looking at your puddle flowing into the shed when you left."
"She looked at it?"
"Yes"
"Hmmm ... and then?"
"Well ... then I appeared and we peed together on the housewall, haha."
"You both peed on the wall?!"
"Yes, standing up, like a man. Laureen told me she never did it before so we gave it a go."
"Oh ... uh ... I don't know what to say, ha ha."
"Better say nothing, Sofie. I know that hearing about your mother's actions is uncomfortable for you, so I'll try to not talk about it anymore. It's just very enjoyable to think about it."
Sofie looks at Dana smiling. Her face caught a bit of her attention:"You look aroused, Dana."
"I really am a bit aroused."
End of part 3 |
So I wanted a role-play but couldn't find a partner so I've decided to curse the world with my crap writing instead. Basically Aziraphale and Crowley end up with a new charge after a kid in desperate need of shelter finds her was to the bookshop. Post not-pocalypse. This is the first proper fix I've written, so please be nice. This bit is kind of slow but there will be more wetting/messing/desperation in later chapters. Strictly non-sexual cause she's a kid and thats gross. Enjoy :-)
Chapter 1
Aziraphale talked about places smelling of love just often enough for it to be annoying. Especially when he insinuated Crowley’s equivalent would be picking out spookiness.
Indeed, just as angels could pick out certain feelings around a place, Demons could sense a different set with similar accuracy. Spooky, was not one of those feelings.
But fear and stood out like pinpricks along the sides of his ribs, almost like poorly performed acupuncture. And tonight Crowley’s skin was rippling and prickling with the feeling of scared human.
He’d been steadfastly attempting to ignore it, they were after-all in SoHo nearing Christmas, and he assumed he was picking up nervous shopkeepers and pedestrians en masse. He’d also been avoiding telling Aziraphale, as he was sure the angle would charge off to help, and he wasn’t ready for such excitement barely a month after the near end of the world. He was sure the humans could sort out their own problems.
Well, he was pretty sure anyway. The feeling was persistent, and didn’t appear to be moving despite the clearing of the streets as the clock ticked later. If anything it was getting more desperate.
He shifted on the sofa, unwittingly elbowing his angel in the process. Aziraphale jumped, he’d been so deeply involved in his book that the demons movements had startled him.
“I think perhaps it’s time for bed dear, not that this isn’t lovely, but a bit more space might be nice.” He offered, trying to find a tactful way of removing Crowley’s boney elbow from his ribs.
“Hmmm” Crowley hummed, not really paying attention. The feeling had gotten closer, if he didn’t know better he’d say the source was sitting on their stoop.
Aziraphale stood, trying to urge Crowley along. It wasn’t uncommon for Crowley to be a bit non-verbal when he was tired, so he assumed the demon just needed to be led.
Crowley, however, did not move. He stayed in his awkward position on the couch, glaring at the door. Aziraphale followed his gaze but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
“Is that locked, Angel?” he asked, still staring at the door.
“Obviously dear, it’s nearly midnight, even my hours are not that strange.”
Crowley narrowed his gaze, trying to will himself able to see through the door, before deciding it would take slightly less effort to just go look.
“Would you mind a bit of tea before bed?” he asked, knowing Aziraphale wouldn’t refuse and would insist on making it the human way. He figured he could check the stoop and gently shoo or bribe whoever was there away, without having to endure Aziraphale’s desire to take in strays in the middle of the night.
“Of course dear.” Aziraphale smiled and turned towards the kitchen.
Once the Angel was out of sight Crowley sauntered to the door and pulled back the curtain, just enough to peek one snaky eye out. At first he didn’t see anything, it was raining heavily and the world looked like a rather singular shade of grey. Then he saw the pompom of a hat poking up from beside the stairs.
The door flew open, Crowley would leave most adults out in the rain but this wasn’t an adult’s hat, and he had some rather rough memories of children and rainstorms.
“You look rather cold,” He said, peering down at the small human on the sidewalk. Cold was an understatement. They looked soaked to the bone, even through several layers of clothes. At this point they were nearly a human-shaped puddle.
“I’m sorry, It’s just your light was on and I thought it would be safer than in the dark, I’ll go, I’ll get out of your way.” Came the frantic reply as the bundle of tattered fabric tried to get to its feet.
“You’re not exactly in my way, I wasn’t planning on standing next to the stoop in a rainstorm,” Crowley replied, trying his best to sound playful instead of snarky.
“But I’m sure you don’t want me out here either. I’m bad for business.”
“There’s not much business here at midnight, not at a bookstore at least. Want to come inside?” he offered.
The bundle looked at him hesitantly, going into closed shops with strange men did not seem like a good idea, but it did look warm and dry and the kid was desperately ready to be warm and dry.
“Look, I won’t bite, and you don’t have to stay, but at least come wait for the rain to stop, dry off a bit. We were just about to have tea,” Crowley tempted, dusting off an old set of skills.
The bundle continued to look at him nervously, clearly wanting to take the bait but still a bit hesitant.
“I’m sure we’ve got some biscuits as well, if you’re hungry.”
That seemed to seal the deal and the bundle nodded, climbing the few stairs a bit unsteadily. Crowley offered a hand but the child flinched back instead of taking it and he quickly put it down.
They re-entered the shop, Crowley a bit more than damp and the kid positively dripping, and immediately came face to face with a very confused angle holding a novelty teapot Crowley had gotten for him sometime in the 70s.
“Crowley…” He started, not quite sure what to ask, before his gaze shifted to the mass of blankets, that was now trembling, and dripping a puddle onto one of many rather shabby rugs.
“Hello there, dear gir…bo…” Zira trailed off, the child was quite genderless under the heap of wet things.
“You must be positively freezing” he added, raising his fingers to perform a quick miracle and throwing a somewhat pissy glance at Crowley for letting the child stay in wet things.
Crowley was thankfully quicker however and managed to grab his husband’s hand.
“Yes, I’m sure you are, Zira, why don’t you grab a nice, normalsweater for our guest and I’ll start a fire.” He said pointedly, sure that anything even vaguely supernatural would send the child skittering back out into the rain.
“Take off the outside bits and put them there kid.” Crowley instructed, pointing to one of the few chairs not covered in books, “and we’ll get you warmed up.”
Crowley’s voice had taken on a tone Aziraphale had only heard a time or two before and he was reminded that this was the demon who’d sheltered children from the great flood. The demon who’d been a nanny and then a tutor for the better part of a decade. Aziraphale was good at compassion on a large scale, but Crowley’s talent with children was something he did not possess. Wisely enough he decided to let Crowley lead.
The had child slipped out of a few layers, staunchly refusing to take of the sopping wet cap or offer a name. The choice of clothes and cap had at the very least gven them an indication of gender.
Aziraphale had poured tea and offered a mountain of blankets and Crowley had gotten a roaring fire together faster then seemed possible. The kid was looking warmer, but was clearly exhausted and uncomfortable, sinking into the couch with a pained look on his face.
“Are you sure you won’t tell us your name dear boy?” Aziraphale urged, trying to get a verbal response and receiving a headshake instead.
“Fair enough, I didn’t much like my first name either” Crowley offered, briefly wondering if he could pass the knit blanket off as electric.
“What about where your parents are? Did you get lost? I’m sure they must be worried sick.” Zira pressed on.
That received a more vigorous response; the kid sat straight up again and prepared to bolt. Crowley glared at the door making it clear that it was not to open.
“They don’t care, I mean, they’re not worried please don’t call them.” The reply was far more frantic than angel or demon would have liked.
The quick movements appeared to have taken in out of the kid, and he winced, nearly flopping backwards. Aziraphale noticed this and began to fret more than he had been already.
“Are you hurt dear boy? You look like you’re in pain.” He asked, as gently as possible, willing the child to answer, which would have worked if he hadn’t also lifted a hand towards the kid’s forehead to check for a fever and for injuries.
Said child flinched violently backwards shaking his head, and might have fallen of the couch completely if Crowley hadn’t been just a touch faster than human. Thankfully Crowley’s thinking matched his speed and, in the brief moment his hand touched the child’s he probed enough to get an idea of what was happening.
He immediately wished he hadn’t. He was hit by a wave pain that felt like taking a bowling ball to the ribcage. There were other smaller bursts as well, but the one at the center shook the demons imagined calm. He had no idea how the child was sitting so still.
“Kid I know you’re hurt.” Crowley said, recovering his breath. “Let us have a look, I promise it won’t hurt.”
The violent headshaking resumed.
“I’m fine, I should go, thanks for the tea and everything but I’m really fine and …” The kid babbled, trying to make a run for the door, but not making it further than a few wobbly steps before sinking back to the floor.
“Listen kid, normally I’d take you at your word, really I would, but I’m gonna have to insist.” Crowley said, squatting to put them at the same eye level. As subtly as he could he snapped his fingers
“I thought we weren’t doing miracles dear?”
“It’s only slight, and that was before I knew, keeping the secret won’t help if the kid dies now will it” Came the snarky reply.
“Put your arms up kid.” He said gently, knowing it would still be taken as a demand.
The child tried to do what was asked, looking trancelike but still whining in pain. Crowley muttered a few choice words and snapped again, miracling away the sweatshirt he’d been trying to remove along with the rest of the kid’s clothes. He knew humans were weird about nudity but demons were far less concerned and he couldn’t assess injuries without seeing them.
A massive, angry looking purple bruise spread across the kid’s ribs, and other, smaller and somewhat less concerning injuries covered almost everything else.
Crowley also noticed that the kid wasn’t a boy, at least biologically.
Aziraphale stepped forward, trying his best to keep composed, but finding himself fighting back tears and anger all the same. He would never understand the cruelty humans could muster.
“How on earth did this happen child?” he asked, kneeling beside Crowley.
“I fell asleep outside, woke up to them trying to get my backpack off. I tried to fight them, but they kicked me, hard. Then they ran. That’s why I was next to your shop, its safer in the light.” Hearing the deadpan voice recounting the horrific story but Aziraphale managed to keep his face calm, nodding as he put a hand over the injury.
“Ruptured spleen I think.” He said.
Crowley moved his own hand to confirm this and nodded gravely.
“Could be worse I suppose” He said, pushing enough energy through his hand to stop the bleeding and curb the pain.
“He…she..the child will be fine I think” Crowley said, tripping a bit over gender, another human concept he found more annoying than anything he’d ever come up with.
“’m a girl” The kid mumbled, so quietly they barely heard her. “it’s not safe to be a girl.”
Crowley winced at the implications of that but decided it was best left alone for now. He moved his hand, leaving the child’s injuries looking much less concerning, but still there.
“Dear, you didn’t quite finish,” Aziraphale said, looking confusedly at the half-healed injuries.
Crowley had always been better at healing, and he’d found it easier to explain his talents to his head-office. Heaven was very particular about who was healed; most suffering was ‘part of the plan.’ Hell however, had been sold on the idea that near-death experiences gave children time to learn the ways of sin, thus securing more souls for their side. It was one of Crowley’s favorite memos.
“I want to keep her from dying, not send her out onto the street shouting about witches. As far as she’s concerned this has all been a strange dream.”
“But she’ll still be in pain, aren’t you dear?” Aziraphale said concerned. The girl shook her head.
“You thought I’d leave her in pain, ye of little faith.” Crowley said, looking genuinely insulted at the thought. “I just don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention until we figure out what needs to happen either here or from above or bellow, you know what happened the last time someone walked around miraculously healing the sick.”
“What do you mean ‘what needs to happen’” Aziraphale said incredulously. “We’ll need to contact the authorities of course! Those vile creatures will answer for what they’ve done.”
“Don’t go all righteous on me, you know as well as I do that the humans are questionable at best.”
“Yes, well, we can’t just keep a child, I’m sure there’s someone looking for her.” Aziraphale said, sounding less sure of himself.
“You are not contacting…”
Crowley was interrupted by the child next to him curling into herself; apparently afraid enough to be pulling out from his influence well he was distracted. He let his hold on her fade, not wanting her to experience her mind fighting a demon and fairly sure she was beyond running. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them.
“Please don’t tell anyone I’m here. I’ll go if you want, but please my dad is the only one looking for me and if he finds me he’ll…he’ll…” She trailed off, too worked up to speak. Crowley shot Zira his best ‘see what you did’ look and put a hand on her back.
“You’re safe here kid, relax” He said, doing his best to be calming.
The girl, however, did not relax. Instead her breath got quicker Crowley felt her shaking as he rubbed her back. He winced as a puddle started spreading around her but didn’t move. Six millennia of on-and-off caring for children had gotten him used to most bodily fluids. Aziraphale was somewhat more concerned.
“Crowley, is she all right, what’s happening, she’s leaking.”
“She’s fine angel she’s scared, but she’ll be fine. Why don’t you go run her a bath.” Crowley said pointedly before turning his attention back to the shaking child.
“It’s fine kid really, your father cannot find you here.” He said, putting enough intention behind his words to make sure they were accurate.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I just…”
Crowley could tell the girl was working herself into a panic and cut her off.
“It’s fine kid really, needed to mop in here anyway.”
He reached for the blanket on the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders.
“Come on kid, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood and offered her a hand, which she took shakily.
Crowley led her to the bathroom, where Aziraphale had indeed drawn a bath, complete with a family of yellow rubber ducks.
“I’ll grab you some clothes, if you’re all right” Crowley said, excusing himself.
He walked through the flat, finding, a new, conveniently placed spare bedroom and an angel fussing over its contents.
“Is she still terribly upset dear,” Zira asked, clearly worried.
“Nah, she’ll be alright, she’s in the bath. Just maybe refrain from talking about the authorities for a bit eh?” Crowley replied, much more reined in now that he wasn’t sitting over a crying child.
Aziraphale wrung his hands nervously.
“Well, we will have to tell them at some point won’t we? We can’t just keep a child, there are rules and such, aren’t there?” Aziraphale asked.
“There are rules for humans, we are not humans. And until we know what exactly she’s running from I think we should just keep her here, where she’s safe. Isn’t that in your job description anyway oh guardian of the eastern gate.”
“I suppose,” said Aziraphale, still sounding unsure.
“For now she’ll be needing pajamas, and I think cozy is more you’re area.” Crowley said, gesturing to the new, impressively fluffy, duvet. A second later he sound himself holding soft tartan pajamas.
“Really angel, tartan.”
“Tartan’s stylish”
“It is not stylish” Crowley called, walking out of the room.
The girl emerged from the bathroom clad in the new pajamas and only then did Crowley realize that with all the confusion he’d been referring to her as ‘kid’ and ‘girl.’
“What’s your name kid? Sorry, should’ve asked earlier I suppose.”
The girl hesitated slightly, more out of instinct than anything else.
“Mine’s Crowley, the old bookworm is Aziraphale” Crowley offered.
“Audrey” she mumbled.
“It’s nice to meet you Audrey,” Crowley said, doing his best to ignore the anything-but-nice circumstances. |
Chapter 2!
I wrote this when I should have been sleeping so please forgive any blatant proofreading misses.
Crowley got Audrey settled in bed, only leaving once she’d assured him she was ok, and once he’d set up a nightlight and given her strict instructions to get them if she needed anything.
Audrey sat in the new very cozy bed desperately trying to figure out how she was going to stay awake through the night. She was so tired her whole body felt heavy, almost as if she was made of lead. But she also knew that falling asleep here would be a very, very bad idea. To start she was in a flat with two strange men, and well she found herself feeling fairly safe around both them she didn’t yet trust the feeling, certainly not enough to make herself that vulnerable. And, even if she could convince herself to ignore the part of her mind demanding that she stay up and keep watch she knew there were other issues at play.
Well, one other issue at least; one she was almost too ashamed to name even to herself. If she slept she would almost definitely wake up to wet sheets, and while they’d been nice about her making a mess of their floor she was sure that had been a one-time deal. She’d been hurt and panicking and they’d felt bad enough for her to drop it but now she was feeling so much better and they were sure to know that since they were the ones who had helped her. Surely if she wet tonight they would quickly realize that it wasn’t because she was hurt, like everyone else they’d know that she was simply a disgusting brat who hadn’t been properly housebroken. She shuddered at the thought.
Audrey managed to keep herself awake for nearly two hours, digging her fingers into the fading bruise on her side every time she felt herself nodding off. Around 3 a.m. however, her body decided it could take no more and she found even physical pain didn’t push back the exhaustion. She fell into a fitful sleep shortly after.
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Meanwhile; an angel and a demon were quietly bickering in the next room. Crowley was firmly denying that he should sleep; reminding Aziraphale that while it was something he enjoyed it was hardly something he needed. Aziraphale knew him far too well to believe a single word.
“Dear you need to rest, you’ve gotten your corporation used to it, and it won’t suddenly do to just stop. Don’t you remember the week Gabriel convinced me to give up eating?” He said exasperated.
“Course I remember, longest 8 hours of my existence. You were so grouchy I thought you were going to come over to my side.” Crowley said, hoping to embarrass the angel into dropping the argument. Aziraphale blushed at the memory.
“Well, that’s exactly my point. Not sleeping may not kill you but you certainly won’t be pleasant in the morning, and we have a young charge who would be rather terrified by a grouchy demon I believe.”
“You think I would be nasty to a child because I was a bit sleep deprived Angel, really?” Crowley replied testily. “It’s your side that has a habit of being nasty to kids, not mine, ineffable plans and necessary suffering and what not.”
“We are not on either side anymore, or have you forgotten.” Aziraphale replied, knowing better than to defend heaven’s track record with kids to Crowley. He’d had that argument and lost often enough to know the demon had a point.
“Yes, well, sides or no I’m staying up tonight, I told her to get me if she needs anything and if she does I intend to be ready to help.”
“Dear, have you forgotten that I do not sleep, at least not on a regular basis? I’m happy to keep an ear out for the child while you get some rest.” Aziraphale offered, clearly annoyed that this possibility hadn’t occurred to Crowley.
“She’s somewhat terrified of you right now, still thinks you want to send her back to the ones who hurt her, and in fairness she’s not wrong, you just want to add extra steps.”
It was Aziraphale’s turn to be defensive.
“You realize I am an actual angel right? The full ‘be not afraid’ version. My desire to do things properly doesn’t make me a threat to her. I’m sure the humans wouldn’t send her anywhere she would be unsafe.”
Crowley groaned, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes.
“That is exactly it angel. Your too good, and too trusting of a system that is anything but trustworthy. They’ll send her back or they’ll put her somewhere just as unsafe, and she may not be lucky enough to find a friendly bookshop next time!” he snapped.
Aziraphale deflated, knowing from the conviction in Crowley’s voice that he was speaking from knowledge or direct experience. Seeing the angel calm down Crowley did his best to follow suit.
“It’s an awful system Angel, the type of mess my side can only dream of creating. Its not that its designed to be evil, there are just too many kids to look after, and not enough money or time to help them all. I’ve done my share of meddling trying to fix it but the whole thing is rotten, no way to do it without upsetting downstairs.” He explained quietly, resting his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder. Aziraphale bit his tongue to avoid asking the demon how on earth someone so kind had managed to fall. He put his hands up in defeat.
“All right, no authorities, at least until we know the full story and can ensure her safety. Until then she’ll stay with us.” He conceded, stroking Crowley’s hair. The demon felt his eyelids drooping.
“You’re tryna put me to sleep.” He accused, slurring his words just enough to show it was working.
“Only for a few hours dearest, you do need it, and I’ll keep an eye on the little one. I’m sure she’ll sleep soundly anyway, the poor dear is exhausted.” He said, guiding Crowley’s head to the pillow. The demon grunted, realizing he wasn’t going to win.
“Fine, but stay up here where it’ll be easy for her to find you, and make sure the hallway light stays dimmed, and keep an ear out for her, she might be to scared to come get you, and if she gets herself worked up again wake me.” Crowley demanded. Aziraphale chuckled at how protective the demon was acting.
“I’m sure we’ll be fine. Get some rest.” He assured. The demon’s eyes drifted shut.
Aziraphale settled himself in a cozy chair in the flat’s small living room and, with one of the few books his shop had on child rearing. He’d picked it up when they were caring for Warlock, though he’d discarded it for more interesting reading when it became apparent nanny Ashtoreth would be doing most of the actual child rearing and the book failed to contain a ‘how to keep your ward from ending the world’ section.
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Audrey managed to sleep for a few hours, but that sleep quickly turned to nightmares as her mind tried to process everything that had happened. She woke up with a start in a tangle of sheets, trying frantically to remember where she was. After a few moments she managed to calm down enough to remember the bookshop and the kind men, only to immediately be faced with a new, equally terrifying problem. She felt a cooling wetness around her legs and, pulling back the covers to check she realized the nightmare wasn’t over yet. She had wet the bed.
She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to steady herself and keep herself from crying. This was bad, very bad and she needed to cleanup before they had the chance to realize what she’d done.
As quietly as she could, she gathered the sheets and duvet into a bundle and went in search of a washing machine, sniffling softly. The pile of bedding was so big she could barely see over it and she didn’t notice the man sitting in the living room until she heard him speak.
“What are you doing dear girl?” Aziraphale asked, as gently as he could, at a complete loss as to what she might be doing shuffling across the living room with all her bedding in the early hours of the morning. For all his cleverness the angel could be quite dense.
Audrey froze and it would have appeared she’d been turned to stone if she wasn’t shaking so badly. Despite her best attempts to stop she found herself crying in earnest. She tried to come up with some excuse, or at least an apology, but the words caught in her throat.
Aziraphale got up from his chair and quickly made his way over to the shaking child. Worried the shaking and crying might stem from an unhealed injury he attempted to move the blankets so he could get a proper look at her. This only made her grip them tighter, and seemed to increase the shaking ten-fold.
“Please…no…I’m sorry…no,” Audrey tried to tell him that she was sorry, or promise to clean up the mess, but the words wouldn’t string together. It was at this moment Aziraphale caught a whiff of something that he knew was familiar, though he couldn’t quiet place it, he was sure he’d experienced the same scent a time or two while watching Warlock.
“Love, its all right, whatever it is I’m sure its not worth all this fuss,” he tried to reassure Audrey, still trying to gently remove the bedding from her frantic grip. As he did so his hand brushed against something wet and finally it clicked.
“It’s all right dear girl, we’ll just get you cleaned up and back to bed, no harm done.” He continued, trying to push an essence of calm into his words although he had a feeling that was something Gabriel had come up with in an attempt to sound ethereal. He finally managed to free the sheets from her hands and settled for eye contact instead, which seemed to be slightly more effective as the shaking seemed to slow. He offered her hand, and after a few moments she took it and let him lead her towards the bathroom.
“I’m really really really sorry.” She managed, watching her feet shuffle across the carpet.
“There is nothing to be sorry for dear girl, it was hardly your fault, and at any rate it’s easily taken care of.”
They found the tub already full, simply because Aziraphale expected it to be. He wanted to stay and make sure she got on all right but he didn’t quite remember at what age humans started bathing themselves and knowing Crowley had offered her privacy earlier he assumed he ought to do the same.
“You go ahead and clean up and I shall take care of the bed and get some fresh pajamas, but just call out if you need anything.” He said, leaving the door cracked for his own piece of mind, as he was still unsure about leaving the teary-eyed girl alone.
The bed was fixed with a snap of his fingers and a clean, soft set of Tartan pajamas obediently appeared at the foot of the bed. He picked them up and headed back towards the bathroom, stopping by the living room to miracle away the mess of sheets.
Audrey had tried to do as she was told, but she was so tired that the minute she slipped into the water she found her eyelids drooping. She managed to wet a washcloth and lather it with soap before she decided it wouldn’t be so terrible to let her eyes rest just for a second.
Aziraphale knocked quietly on the door, and then knocked again a bit louder when he didn’t hear a response.
“Audrey, dear child, I have clean things for you, are you ready to get out?” he called around the door.
The only response he received was a quiet mumble. He repeated the question and received another nearly nonverbal answer, this time sounding as if it had come from half underwater. Carefully he opened the door a bit further and stuck his head into the bathroom, and noticed the girl laying half asleep, sliding into the water. He clicked his tongue and let himself the rest of the way in. Strange human concepts of modesty be damned, the poor child needed to get back to sleep in a proper bed, not in the bathtub.
As gently as he could manage he lifted her enough to get her face out of the water. Her eyes flew open but she was too tired to really fight him, and for reasons she could not understand or explain, she didn’t particularly feel a need to.
“I’m going to get you clean and then we will get you back to bed dear,” he explained, taking the washcloth from her. Audrey tensed as he moved to touch her.
“Please, don’t hurt me, I’ll be good,” she whispered. Aziraphale felt his heart shatter.
“I’m not going to hurt you love.” He promised. She didn’t entirely believe him but she knew better than to argue.
He made quick work of cleaning her up, before lifting her out of the bath and wrapping her in the fluffiest towel he could miracle up. By the time she was dry and dressed in fresh pajamas she was basically dead weight.
He offered her a hand again, intending to lead her back to the bedroom, but she didn’t take it. Instead she remained seated on the toilet where he’d put her so he could fit her with fuzzy socks. Her head leaned back against the wall and he was unsure she was still awake.
“Dear girl, would it be all right if I pick you up?” he asked gently rubbing her shoulder to wake her enough to answer. Hesitantly she nodded, figuring if he intended to hurt her he could do so either way.
Aziraphale gently picked her up; careful to rest her head against his shoulder since she seemed to be making no effort to hold it up herself. He hummed quietly as he walked her back to the spare bedroom and got her settled, and by the time he had her tucked in she was sound asleep. |
Chapters 3 and 4 yay!
Fair warning: there is a messing scene near the end of chapter 4
CHAPTER 3
Crowley woke to a quiet house. His angel had returned to pouring over the childcare book, which had left him with more questions than answers. Audrey was still sleeping soundly, too deep in her exhaustion to be plagued by any further nightmares.
He got dressed, aiming to be a bit less intimidating, skipping the usual snake’s head belt and donning black jeans and a grey shirt, and after a moment of consideration, the red tartan scarf he had ended up with after Aziraphale and he had switched corporations.
He made his way to the kitchen, debating what to make for breakfast. He considered simply miracling something up, but Aziraphale swore miracled food didn’t compare to the real thing and he was pretty sure the too-thin child could use the real thing.
After a bit of digging he settled on porridge, being both healthy enough and something he could bribe the child into eating with sugar if he needed too. He’d just set it on the stove when Aziraphale came looking for him, book in hand. Aziraphale wrapped an arm around Crowley, planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Dearest, are you cookingbreakfast?” he asked, pleasantly confused.
“Why so surprised, you know I can cook.”
“I know you cancook, it’s just, well, you don’t often choose to. Certainly not before noon.” Aziraphale said, stealing one of the berries Crowley was washing. Crowley smacked Aziraphale’s hand away.
“Those are for the porridge!” He chided. Aziraphale grabbed another few raspberries and quickly moved out of reach, flashing a taunting smile at the demon.
“Bastard,” Crowley said, rolling his eyes.
“Did you sleep well dearest?” Aziraphale asked.
“Like the dead, I take it the girl stayed asleep too?”
Aziraphale nodded figuring it wasn’t technically a lie if he didn’t say anything.
Crowley looked at the bright orange book still tucked into Aziraphale’s hand, noting the change from his usual reading material.
“Parentingwith Love and LogicAngel, really?” He teased. “I thought we were only keeping her until we could insure her safety? I fall asleep for five hours and you go full Mr. Mom on me?”
“A bit of advice hardly seemed out of place, and some of it is quite helpful. Besides the selection of child-rearing texts I have in stock is rather limited, this seemed more fitting then one from the 1800’s.
“Why are you making Porridge of all things? I forgot it was even in the cabinet.” He asked, changing the topic.
“Seemed easy, kid friendly and somewhat healthy.” Crowley answered.
“Yes, but don’t you think she could do with something a bit more fun? And a bit more substantial? We have the time, why don’t we have a fry up?” He said, already moving to the fridge. “I think she’s finally sleeping soundly so we ought to have time.”
Crowley stopped him as he turned around with an armful of eggs, assorted pork products, and tomatoes.
“She doesn’t need a fry up, she’s still recovering from who knows what the last thing she needs is you feeding her half a pig.” He said, taking things and putting them back in the fridge.
“And what do you mean ‘finally sleeping’?” He added suspiciously.
“I just meant, well, she arrived rather late, and it took a bit to get her settled, it was quite late by the time the poor dear was asleep.” Aziraphale backpedaled. “And I don’t see why she can’t have a more exciting breakfast than porridge,” He added, eager to change the topic.
“Porridgeis healthy, and if she hasn’t been eating enough or if she’s been eating crap than it’s less likely to upset her stomach, a fry up is just going to make her sick.” Crowley said, returning to stirring the pot on the stove. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow.
“And when did you become such an expert dear? I wasn’t aware they were giving nutrition courses in hell.” He said, rather annoyed he was being lectured about healthy food by someone who didn’t typically eat.
That struck a nerve and Crowley glared at him but didn’t respond, there were still some things he wasn’t sharing with his angel.
“Are you sure she can’t at least have some eggs as well dear? She really is terribly light.” Aziraphale said.
“Terriblylight?” Crowley asked, now both suspicious and happy to have a reason the shift the focus to his angel. “How exactly do you know she’s light, Angel?”
Aziraphale shifted nervously, realizing he’d gotten himself caught.
“Well, I’d almost forgotten, she was up last night, just very briefly, really it was so quick I’d nearly forgotten.” He blabbered nervously.
Crowley’s glare intensified.
“You said she hadn’t woken up.” He hissed.
“Actually dear, I never said that, I just didn’t say she had,” Aziraphale responded. Crowley put the spoon down and whipped around to face his angel.
“I asked you to wake me if she needed anything angel, what happened?” He demanded.
“Actually dear, you only said to wake you if she got herself worked up again, and I was able to calm her down fairly quickly, and it seemed silly to interrupt your rest over something I could easily fix.”
“Angel,WHAT HAPPENED?” Crowley repeated, resisting the urge to shake the answer out of his angel.
“The poor dear had a bit of a nightmare I think, she walked into the living room with a pile of wet sheets and still in wet clothes. She was trying to clean it up herself I think, the poor thing, she truly thought I was going to be upset with her, Crowley she pleaded with me not to hurt her,” Aziraphale said, upsetting himself by recounting the whole ordeal.
“She wet the bed? Poor kid must have been scared out of her mind. Did she get cleaned up ok? Are you sure she got back to sleep?” Crowley cut him off with his own stream of worry.
“Well, in the end I cleaned her up, she was far too tired to do so herself. And yes, I’m sure she got back to sleep, she was already out by the time I got her back in bed. ”
“You cleaned her up? Angel we said no miracles, it’s only been a few months since the attempted end of the world, using miracles on humans is a surefire way to attract attention from your office, and maybe mine as well! Not to mention the potential of scaring the shit out of her!” he scolded.
“Language dear, and calm down, you’ll wake her up and scare her yourself if you’re not careful.” Aziraphale said. Crowley glared at him but shut his mouth, knowing the Angel was right.
“And for the record I didn’t miracle anything, while at least not anything on her person. I left her to bathe, but the poor dear nearly fell asleep in the tub. I know humans need their privacy, but leaving her in danger of drowning hardly seemed appropriate.”
Crowley let out something between a sigh and a groan.
“And your sure she got back to sleep all right, there isn’t anything else I should know about?” He asked.
“No, that’s the bulk of it. I am sorry I didn’t tell you dearest, its just, well, I knew you would worry yourself terribly and you did need to sleep.” Aziraphale said.
Crowley sighed again.
“It’s fine angel, no harm done I suppose, and I’m glad she found one of us.” He conceded. He turned the burner off on the stove.
Aziraphale glanced at the clock, it was nearing half ten and he assumed the girl would be up soon. He grabbed bowls out of the cabinet and began to spoon porridge into them, allowing Crowley to arrange berries on the top.
Twenty minutes later they were sitting in the kitchen drinking tea, Aziraphale reading his ridiculous book and Crowley trying to pretend he wasn’t reading over the angel’s shoulder. They heard soft footsteps in the hall.
“Audrey, we’re in here kid, come have some breakfast,” Crowley called.
The footsteps hesitated for a minute, before coming towards the kitchen.
“Good morning dear.” Aziraphale greeted Audrey, smiling brightly as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Good Morning” she mumbled quietly.
“Come sit with us kid, we were just about to eat.” Crowley invited, standing up to get the bowls, which were still warm and fresh as he expected them to be.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, eyeing the food cautiously, trying to figure out what type of trap this might be.
Crowley put a bowl in front of Aziraphale and a bowl in front of himself, which earned him a somewhat surprised look from his angel.
“Did you sleep ok kid?” Crowley asked, taking a bite of his breakfast and doing his best not to make a face at the texture. He didn’t mind some foods but porridge was rather gooey for his tastes.
Audrey nodded, moving her spoon around in her bowl. After seeing both men take a few bites she decided to try it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was quite good. She took a few more bites and soon began to wolf it down, both because she was starving and because she was afraid it might get taken away.
“Easy kid, it’s not going anywhere,” Crowley said gently. Audrey slowed her pace for a minute before going back to shoveling food in as fast as possible. Crowley decided this was better left alone, at least for now. He went back to quietly chatting with Aziraphale, not wanting the girl to feel overwhelmed.
“There’s more on the stove if you want it kid,” Crowley offered, noting that Audrey had finished her bowl. She looked at him hesitantly and Crowley got up to give himself another small scoop.
“Can I have a bit more too dearest?” said Aziraphale, taking the hint.
Audrey watched all of this carefully; deciding that if both of them were having more it was probably ok for her to do so as well. Crowley put out his hand for her bowl.
“Want a bit more kid?” he offered again.
Audrey nodded before quickly correcting her manners and adding, “yes, please.”
Crowley filled her bowl again and handed it back to her. He took a deep breath and braced himself for a more difficult conversation.
“So, kid, we’ve been talking about having you stay here, and we’ve agreed that at least for the time being that is probably safest.” He said gently.
Audrey looked at him nervously, unable to make herself say anything.
“But, we do need to know what brought you here, or at least who might be looking for you,” Crowley continued apologetically.
“Not that we’re going to contact anyone dear girl, its just rather hard to ward, I mean protect, against people we know nothing about.” Aziraphale added hastily.
Audrey regarded them cautiously for a moment, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to discuss anything about her home with strangers and not quite believing that they wouldn’t send her back. But the white haired one was looking at her with such care and neither of them looked like they were lying, and she really didn’t want to need to leave. She took a deep breath to steady herself.
“My dad is the only one who would be looking for me, but I ran away a long time ago and he hasn’t found me yet, I’m not sure he’s really looking,” she mumbled.
“Why did you run away?” Crowley asked, keeping his voice level. Audrey bit her lip, avoiding Crowley’s eyes. Crowley was smart enough to wait. After a few minutes the awkwardness persuaded Audrey to fill the silence.
“He kept getting meaner. It was my fault; I kept making messes and getting in trouble. I wasn’t being careful one day and tripped and hit the TV and it broke and I knew he’d be really really mad, and I got really scared and I just left.” She explained quietly.
“It was absolutely not your fault, dear no matter what you did.” Aziraphale said fiercely, so upset he was nearly glowing in full righteous anger. Thankfully Crowley managed to keep himself a bit calmer, knowing that anger would just scare Audrey. He put a hand on the Angel’s shoulder.
“Thank you for telling us kid, that was very brave. And my ang…husband is right, there is no way it was your fault, sometimes people are just dicks.” Crowley said. Aziraphale did not correct his language, he was both angry enough to agree and too excited at being addressed as Crowley’s husband.
Audrey shrugged, not believing them but not wanting to explain what a bad kid she was to the same men she was relying on for shelter.
“How long ago was this?” Crowley asked, knowing that for kids a long time could mean anything from a few days to months.
Audrey shrugged again, not entirely sure.
“I think three weeks, but I don’t know. It was before they put up the Christmas lights.” She offered. Crowley and Aziraphale shared a look, knowing that meant she’d been on her own at least a month. Aziraphale took a deep breath.
“Well dear, I’m terribly sorry it took so long, but I am remarkably glad you found us.”
Chapter 4
Aziraphale went downstairs to have a sternly worded chat with the doors and windows about people who were specifically not allowed in the shop. He also put a note on the door explaining that the shop was closed for renovation.
Meanwhile, Crowley began to wash the dishes from breakfast.
“I can do that.” Audrey offered quickly, hoping she wouldn’t be called ungrateful for not offering to do it before Crowley started.
“You can help dry if you want.” Crowley said, offering her the towel.
“Are you sure? I can wash them too.” She said nervously.
“It’s fine kid, I got it.” He said.
Audrey hesitantly took the towel and did as she was asked, being very careful not to drop anything.
“So kid, tell me about you.” Crowley said figuring that with the hard conversation out of the way this should be easy. He was wrong.
Audrey shrugged, not sure what to say. Crowley wracked his brain; sure he’d never met a kid this quiet. He decided on a new approach.
“Want to play a game?” He asked her.
“Right now?” Audrey asked, perking up a bit.
“Yup, it’s called two truths and a lie.” Crowley said, pleased with himself.
“How do you play?”
“We each say three things, two true and one lie, the other person tries to guess which one isn’t true.” Crowley explained. Audrey looked a bit suspicious but she wanted to play.
“You go first.” She said after a moment of consideration. Crowley nodded.
“Ok, one: I hate snakes, two: I know all the constellations, three: I can speak Chinese.” Crowley said, stumbling a bit as he realized he’d accidentally put himself on the spot.
Audrey bit her lip, looking at him carefully for a minute and noticing the tattoo on his temple.
“You don’t hate snakes,” she said, proud of herself. Crowley smiled brightly.
“Very observant kid. That makes it your turn,” He told her.
Audrey thought for a minute, not sure what she was willing to reveal.
“One: I’m six years old, Two: I can whistle really loud, Three: my favorite color is purple.” She said, watching him to see if she’d tricked him.
Crowley put on his best thinking face, looking her up and down to show she’d really stumped him. She giggled quietly.
“Hmmm, I bet you can’t whistle that loud.” Crowley said finally. Audrey giggled again.
“I can too, watch!” She said, putting down the pot she was drying and hooking her fingers into her mouth, letting out her best wolf whistle, before interrupting herself with a fit of giggles. Aziraphale heard the whistle and quickly headed upstairs, assuming something was wrong. Audrey, hearing the footsteps and realizing how loud she’d been, slapped her hands over her mouth.
“Sorry, sorry” She said, back to the very quiet voice. Crowley, resisting the urge to find and personally smite the girl’s father, let himself laugh instead.
“It’s fine kid, you were right that’s quite the whistle.” He praised her, which got her to relax a bit.
“What happened? I heard whistling?” Aziraphale said, walking back into the kitchen utterly confused.
“Audrey and I were playing two truths and a lie, turns out she can indeed whistle really loud.” Crowley explained. Aziraphale chuckled at the explanation, noting how Audrey perked up a bit.
“So kid, if that wasn’t the lie what was it?” Crowley asked.
“I’m eight years old,” Audrey said, emphasizing the difference. Crowley opened his mouth, making himself look as surprised as possible.
“Of course! How could I have missed that!” He said, glancing at Aziraphale. Both were genuinely surprised to hear the girl’s age, fairly certain she should be a good deal bigger.
A few more rounds of two truths and a lie revealed that Audrey liked dogs, could stand on her head, hated broccoli, and knew how to cook an impressive (and concerning) number of meals.
She’d also learned that both men spoke languages she hadn’t heard of, Crowley knew a lot about space, and neither of them would give her an exact age but both were, as they put it, very very old.
With all the dishes clean they ended up in the living room, watching Mulan, which was one of Crowley’s favorites, not that he’d ever admit it.
By the middle of the movie Audrey was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. She had been eating nearly nothing for the past few weeks, and her stomach was not terribly happy with suddenly having a full breakfast. She curled into herself on the couch, trying to will the cramps away. Crowley tried to rub her back but she squirmed away, not wanting him to find out she wasn’t feeling well.
By the end of the movie she was positively miserable and she really just wanted to go hide and lay down. Unfortunately Crowley and Aziraphale both assumed she’d just returned to her nervous quietness and they were determined to help get her out of her shell.
“Wanna help us make lunch kid? I’m thinking pasta,” Crowley asked, already headed to the kitchen. Audrey desperately wanted to tell him no, but she knew that no one really cared if she wanted to help, they were just letting her know what was expected. She nodded shakily and followed Crowley and Aziraphale to the kitchen, slightly hunched over.
Crowley had her stir tomato sauce and add all sorts of ingredients to it. She did as she was asked, not paying much attention. Crowley and Aziraphale were concerned by how quiet she was and how uncomfortable she seemed, but neither of them wanted to spook her by pushing for answers.
Once Crowley deemed the pasta sauce ready she moved away from the stove hovering by the door to the kitchen. She tried to gather enough courage to ask permission to leave, and after a few minutes her body made the decision for her. She was hit by a cramp so intense she had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out.
“I, um I’ll be right back,” she said frantically, running out of the room, determined to find a safe place to hide until her body sorted itself out.
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“Should we go after her dear?” Aziraphale asked Crowley, clearly concerned.
“Let’s give it a minute, she might just need the toilet.” Crowley said; doing his best not to sound worried.
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Audrey went back to the guest room, and curled up under the bed. At this point she was pretty sure what her body needed to do, but she didn’t want to get in trouble for messing up their bathroom and she was hoping it would just go away.
Unfortunately her stomach had other ideas. When she felt something beginning to push it’s way out she tried to cut her losses and run for the bathroom, but it was too late. Her abused body decided it had waited long enough and she found herself trapped still halfway under the bed, pushing everything out into her new pajama pants. She whimpered, trying and failing to stop it. Soon her bladder cut out as well, leaving her sitting in a puddle and utterly terrified. Unsure where to even begin cleaning this up Audrey decided to hide from it instead, crawling as far under the bed as she could.
Thankfully, Crowley was once again plagued by the feeling of human fear, which alerted him to the fact that all was not quite right.
“Now, we go after her,” he told Aziraphale, already headed out of the kitchen. Finding the girl’s bedroom door closed he knocked lightly, giving her the chance to answer.
“Audrey, kid, you ok? Do you want to come have some lunch?” he called.
“No thank you, I’m not hungry” She replied tearfully, trying to shoo them away. However, the teary, fearful voice did nothing but confirm Crowley’s suspicions.
“Audrey, what’s wrong? Can we come in?” He tried again.
“I’m fine, everything’s fine I promise,” she replied desperately.
“Dear girl, you do not sound fine, we’re just going to come in and check up, and then if you want to be left alone you can be.” Aziraphale called, pushing past Crowley to open the door. He was not going to leave the child in pain because she was too afraid to tell them what was wrong. As they walked in both quickly noticed a few things out of place. Crowley pointed to his nose, commenting on the rather distinct smell without saying anything to upset the girl, and Aziraphale looked around the room, trying to find the missing girl.
“Audrey, child where are you?” he called out gently.
“Please just go away,” she begged, not stopping to think that talking would let them know exactly where she was.
Crowley knelt by the bed, noticing the puddle as he did so.
“Kid its ok, it was an accident.” He said, peering in at the terrified girl curled up under the bed.
“I’ll clean it up, I promise, I didn’t mean too!” She pleaded.
“Dear girl we know you didn’t mean to, that is generally what the word accident refers to,” Aziraphale said, kneeling next to Crowley.
“We can clean it up kid its fine, its not a big deal,” Crowley reiterated. “Now why don’t you come out of there and we’ll get you into some clean clothes.” He said offering her a hand. Audrey shook her head violently.
“No! I’m gonna get out there and then you’re gonna hit! Please just go away!” She cried
“Dear child I assure you neither of us is going to hurt you, we just want to help you get clean. You do want to get cleaned up don’t you?” Aziraphale said keeping his voice as calming as possible. Once again Audrey found herself trusting him more than she could explain. Hesitantly she nodded.
“Come on then, lets get you sorted,” Aziraphale said, offering her his hand, which she managed to take after a brief moment of hesitation.
“I promise I didn’t mean to, it just all came out.” She tried to explain, feeling very exposed once she was out of her hiding spot. Aziraphale put his hand on her back to steady her.
“Relax kid, it happens, bodies just do what they want sometimes.” Crowley said, doing his best to be reassuring.
“Do you want to clean up by yourself child? Or would you like some help?” Aziraphale asked her, really not wanting to make her deal with this by herself. Audrey hesitated.
“I can do it myself.” She said, trying her best to sound confident.
“He didn’t ask if you could kid, he asked what you wanted. Do you want to do it yourself?” Crowley asked again, seeing through the bravado.
“I don’t want to make you do it, its gonna be gross.” She mumbled, avoiding their eyes.
“Oh child, its hardly of any consequence, its just what bodies do. You do not need to take care of it yourself for our benefit.” Aziraphale said, continuing to rub her back. Audrey looked down at herself. She still wasn’t sure about asking them for help, but she also had no idea how to take care of this herself and she was pretty sure making a bigger mess would get her in trouble. Finally she decided that the white haired man had been nice to her the night before and maybe he would be again.
“Will you help me?” She asked him, her voice just barely audible. Aziraphale nodded.
“Of course, child, I told you I would,” he said. He carefully picked her up, realizing he was going to make a mess of himself in doing so but far more concerned with getting her calmed down and clean. Audrey froze in his grip having the same realization.
“I can walk, I’m gross, you don’t want to touch me.” She said frantically.
“Its all right child, clothes are easily washed.” He told her gently.
He got her into the bathroom and set her down, starting the water to the tub and Expecting it to be ready by the time she was undressed. He got Audrey undressed and mostly mess free as gently as he could. Repeating that she wasn’t in trouble and that he wasn’t upset since she kept apologizing. Then he got her settled in the tub with a few toys. She hesitantly began to move one of the ducks around and Aziraphale smiled, glad to see she was calming down.
Since he had her in the tub he decided to wash her hair, which desperately needed it. He did his best to detangle it without hurting her, before gently massaging her head as he rinsed it. She was unsure at first but soon she leaned into his touch, finally letting herself relax. Once she was fully calm he got her the rest of the way clean and dressed in the clothes Crowley had brought in; Soft black pants, a red shirt, and black fuzzy socks, he could practically hear the demon declaring ‘no more tartan’.
Crowley had also gotten Audrey’s room cleaned up and lunch ready, all while trying not to be offended she’d chosen Aziraphale over him.
Aziraphale sent Audrey to the kitchen while he went to change his own shirt. She stopped in the doorway eyeing Crowley nervously.
“Feel better kid?” He asked her softly.
She nodded hesitantly.
“I’m glad to hear it. Lets get you some lunch then.” He said gesturing for her to come sit down. |
Chapter 5🙂
Audrey picked at her lunch, her stomach still felt a bit sore, but she knew better than to turn down food when it was offered. She managed to force down about half of her meal before asking politely to be excused. Crowley started to tell her she could be when Aziraphale stopped him.
“Wait just a second dear, I think it would be wise for us to go over the rules if you are going to be staying here.” He said. His book was very specific about setting rules and boundaries with children and he thought that was perfectly sensible.
Audrey, however, took this to mean that she was in trouble. After all, the only time grown-ups wanted to talk about rules was when they wanted to tell her which one she’d broken. She began to bite her lip nervously, avoiding his eyes but not daring to leave the table. Crowley shot Aziraphale a look before cutting in.
“You’re not in trouble kid, you haven’t done anything wrong. It just might be nice to know what they are, yeah?” He said.
“No, of course you’re not in trouble dear, and the rules are for us, as well as you.” Aziraphale added, seeing his mistake.
“Ok…” Audrey said, confused and nervous about where this was heading.
“Let’s write them down,” Aziraphale said, grabbing a piece of paper from the counter. “Firstly, I’d like you to tell us if you need help. We are hardly mind readers and we cannot help you if we don’t know you need it.” He said firmly.
Audrey shifted nervously, knowing that she was unlikely to follow that rule.
“Second, we do not harm each other, no matter what happens.” Aziraphale continued. Audrey looked at him skeptically, unsure why he was saying ‘we’ instead of ‘you.’
“He means no one is hitting anyone, or doing anything else nasty for that matter. Wouldn’t exactly be fair to tell you to keep your hands to yourself and not have the same rule for us,” Crowley clarified. Audrey still wasn’t sure but she didn’t question it further.
“Third, we clean up after ourselves.” Said Aziraphale, writing the rules on the sheet. Crowley nodded, somewhat distracted as he thought about what toys they should get her, knowing telling a kid to clean their room only really mattered when there were toys to be picked up.
Audrey nodded again, a fresh wave of panic rising in her as she thought about the messes she’d already failed to clean up by herself. She had known it was too good to be true but she wasn’t ready to hear it out loud.
“Fourth, you may not leave the flat without us. Not that you’re a prisoner here of course, but it wouldn’t be safe for us to simply leave you on your own again,” said Aziraphale, as he finished writing.
“Does that all make sense kid?” Crowley asked, assuming the girl would have questions.
Audrey did have questions but she didn’t want to come off as a brat by questioning their rules, so she simply shook her head. Crowley looked at her in disbelief, he was pretty sure pushing and questioning the rules was a universal kid thing; it was part of why he liked them.
“Are you sure? You think they’re all fair?” He asked again. Audrey nodded again, doing her best to look confident.
“I’ll be good, I’m good at following rules,” she promised.
Crowley didn’t like the sound of that but he let it go, assuming she was still a bit shaken up from her accident.
“I’m going to hang them right here on the fridge, so if you forget them they will be right here for you.” Aziraphale said. His book had talked about the importance of having a copy of the rules children could see and he intended to follow the advice.
“Did you get enough lunch, kid?” Crowley asked, noticing Audrey’s half-full bowl.
“Yes, thank you so much, I won’t waste it, I can finish it,” she replied quickly grabbing her fork.
“You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to kid, we can put it in the fridge.” Crowley told her, not wanting her to force herself to eat when her stomach was clearly upset.
“Yes please, I promise I’ll finish it later.” Audrey replied, incredibly relieved to not have to try to force it down.
“Well, what shall we do with the afternoon?” Aziraphale asked. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with kids, but he’d always had a lesson to give, or a garden to tend. Having no structure was uncharted territory and he was rather uncomfortable in it.
Crowley shrugged, surprised to find himself facing the same dilemma. He’d always at least had toys to work with, or the goal of encouraging all-consuming evil. Their flat had very little to entertain a kid and he wasn’t eager to start coaching the next Angel of the Bottomless Pit.
“Maybe Audrey would enjoy some of the new kid’s books you’ve gotten?” he finally offered, hoping that Aziraphale would be able to miracle up at something that would interest her.
“Of course, why don’t we go have a look?” Aziraphale said, very excited at the prospect of the girl being interested in books.
Audrey was exhausted, having not gotten a proper nights sleep in weeks, she had managed to get some sleep the night before but it hadn’t been nearly enough to make up for all the nights she’d gone without. However, she heard Aziraphale’s enthusiasm and she didn’t want to upset him.
“That sounds great,” she said, getting up to follow him.
Aziraphale led her to a newly decorated kids corner down in the shop. It was stocked with the kid’s titles he’d heard of, as well as a number of the books that had appeared in the shop following the whole ordeal at the airbase. Audrey found that she was indeed interested by many of the books, especially the ones that included beautiful pictures.
“Are you sure I’m allowed?” She asked nervously. “I don’t have any money, I can’t buy any.”
“Of course you are allowed dear girl, take as many as you like.” Aziraphale told her.
Audrey was still unsure of herself but she ended up with a small stack of books including Where the Wild Things Are, The Lorax, and one called Zog, which Aziraphale had never heard of.
“Those look like excellent selections.” He praised her. “Why don’t we go back upstairs and we can read one together?”
Audrey nodded, letting him lead her back up to the flat’s living room. Crowley was walking around the flat, verbally assaulting the plants that had moved in with him, although he was careful to adjust his language when he heard them coming up the stairs.
Aziraphale sat down on the couch and motioned for Audrey to join him. She did so although she felt tense and awkward, no one had ever read to her before and she didn’t really know what she was supposed to do.
Aziraphale pulled the first book from the stack, feeling much more in his element with it in hand. He opened it and began to read, breaking out several voices he hadn’t used since Warlock was young and a certain nanny was in desperate need of a break.
Audrey relaxed as she lost herself in the story, which proved to be problematic. She knew it would be very rude to fall asleep while Aziraphale was reading to her, but with her stomach finally full and calm, and finally feeling warm and safe, she was having a hard time doing anything else. She wrapped her hand around her injured side; trying the same trick she’d used the night before. Pushing on the bruise didn’t hurt too badly at first, and it was effective. But by the time Aziraphale started the second story it was really making her uncomfortable.
She decided to move her hand, assuming she could manage to stay awake for a few minutes on her own. Aziraphale noticed her shifting around and began to rub her back, hoping to help her settle down. That worked a bit too well and he ended up with a child asleep against his shoulder less than five minutes later.
He was somewhat pleased with himself; glad the girl was getting some much-needed rest. He was also somewhat stuck, unable to move without jostling her.
“Crowley” he whispered, hoping the demon was close enough to hear him. “Crowwwleeyy, Crowwleyyy”
Finally the demon walked into the living room holding a plant-mister and a small, somewhat sickly looking seedling.
“Angel, why are you…” Crowley trailed off, seeing the problem. “You know, the whispering is not as quiet as you think it is.” He said, carefully picking the girl up, managing not to wake her.
“Well, dearest I was rather stuck.” Aziraphale said, getting up.
“Did that to yourself.” Crowley said, carrying the girl towards her bedroom. He was lucky enough to have some practice in this area, as Warlock had never willingly taken a nap.
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Once she was settled he and Aziraphale ended up in the living room with a bottle of wine, feeling somewhat exhausted themselves.
“What time is it?” Crowley asked. He’d sprawled himself across Aziraphale and the sofa and couldn’t be bothered to move and check. Aziraphale managed to free his pocket-watch after a moment of struggle.
“Just after four, dear.”
“Seven-and-a-half-hours.” Crowley mumbled.
“Seven-and-a-half-hours until what dearest?”
“No, angel, since. Seven-and-a-half-hours since she woke up. Seven-and-a-half-hours and I’m so tired I could sleep for a month. We didn’t even do anything!” Crowley complained.
“Well it was rather nerve-wracking, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale said, letting his head flop back against the sofa.
“That might be the understatement of the century angel. I swear, she’s so afraid all the time, it feels like my skin is being misted with holy water.”
Aziraphale turned to face Crowley, jostling him in the process. The demon groaned.
“Why exactly is it affecting your skin dear?” he asked, very concerned.
Crowley groaned again.
“It’s nothing angel. Stop moving.” Crowley said, trying to wiggle his way back into a comfortable position. Aziraphale forced him to sit up instead.
“Dear, you can’t just say you’re in pain and then expect me to ignore it, especially if you’re going to call me your husband.” He said.
Crowley groaned yet again, accepting defeat.
“Fine angel. You can sense love right?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. I can sense when something is loved, although it’s easier when the feeling is close or exceptionally strong. And it has to be true love, not lust or surface affection or…” Crowley cut him off.
“Well, I may have lost that in the fall but turns out She couldn’t take it completely.” Crowley said. Aziraphale remained confused.
“I can feel it when humans are especially afraid, at least when its very intense or when I go looking for it. It can be somewhat annoying; fearful lot humans.” Crowley clarified.
“But that hardly makes any sense. Why would She want demons to be able to feel fear? Hatred or spookiness seems far more appropriate.” Aziraphale said, trying to make sense of the new information.
“For the last time angel, no one goes around sensing spookiness. And you shouldn’t ask questions you won’t like the answers to.”
“What do you mean? None of us have the answers, the whole thing is…”
“This isn’t ineffable. It’s easy to convince the loving to do heavenly things, and it’s easy to convince the fearful to do hellish ones. Makes horrifically perfect sense.” Crowley was becoming a bit ruthless with his desire to get away from this particular topic.
Aziraphale finally took the hint and let it drop.
“How do we get the poor dear to be less afraid then?” he mused. “I’ve told her repeatedly she has no reason to be, but she clearly doesn’t believe it.”
“It hasn’t been long enough angel, she’s not going to trust you just because you tell her to.”
“But it would make it so much easier if she did. I’m an angel for go…someone’s sake, the humans are supposed to innately trust me.” He pouted.
“Well, she’s let you bathe her and hold her, which is far more than I would have expected on the first day.” Crowley said, still a bit put out that the girl seemed to gravitate towards Aziraphale.
“You’re the one who had her playing games earlier, she’s hardly said 15 words to me.” Aziraphale said, still sulking.
“Yeah, she had warmed up a bit before her stupid corporation betrayed her. You see now why I didn’t want to feed her a full fry up?” Crowley comforted himself knowing he’d been right about at least one thing today.
“Yes, although it appears she still could have done with something blander. Perhaps toast or rice would be good for dinner.” Aziraphale mused.
Crowley shook his head, sighing.
“It’s just going to be rough for a bit, I think. Her body is exacting its revenge now that it knows she’s not starving.”
“Poor dear, I do hope it’s not too bad. Are you sure you can’t just fix it? It would only be one small miracle, surely bellow wouldn’t notice.” Aziraphale attempted to tempt the demon.
“It’s not really something that can be miracled away. It’s not healing so much as her corporation recalibrating itself a bit. And at any rate, we really shouldn’t be performing any unnecessary miracles, at least not on humans. That type of thing draws attention.” Crowley said unhappily.
“Well, we ought to keep a careful eye on it then. She may need to see a human doctor if nothing else.” Aziraphale said, finally leaning back on the couch so Crowley could sprawl across him again.
“We ought to rest while we can Angel. I’m sure she’ll be up soon enough.” Crowley closed his eyes. Aziraphale hummed in agreement, reaching for his book and carefully balancing it on Crowley’s back, hoping to find some answers while the demon napped. |
Reposting 5 because I realized it pasted with weird text for the theme. I've been updating this on AO3 but I have been neglecting it here. (oops)
Chapter 5
Audrey picked at her lunch, her stomach still felt a bit sore, but she knew better than to turn down food when it was offered. She managed to force down about half of her meal before asking politely to be excused. Crowley started to tell her she could be when Aziraphale stopped him.
“Wait just a second dear, I think it would be wise for us to go over the rules if you are going to be staying here.” He said. His book was very specific about setting rules and boundaries with children and he thought that was perfectly sensible.
Audrey, however, took this to mean that she was in trouble. After all, the only time grown-ups wanted to talk about rules was when they wanted to tell her which one she’d broken. She began to bite her lip nervously, avoiding his eyes but not daring to leave the table. Crowley shot Aziraphale a look before cutting in.
“You’re not in trouble kid, you haven’t done anything wrong. It just might be nice to know what they are, yeah?” He said.
“No, of course you’re not in trouble dear, and the rules are for us, as well as you.” Aziraphale added, seeing his mistake.
“Ok…” Audrey said, confused and nervous about where this was heading.
“Let’s write them down,” Aziraphale said, grabbing a piece of paper from the counter. “Firstly, I’d like you to tell us if you need help. We are hardly mind readers and we cannot help you if we don’t know you need it.” He said firmly.
Audrey shifted nervously, knowing that she was unlikely to follow that rule.
“Second, we do not harm each other, no matter what happens.” Aziraphale continued. Audrey looked at him skeptically, unsure why he was saying ‘we’ instead of ‘you.’
“He means no one is hitting anyone, or doing anything else nasty for that matter. Wouldn’t exactly be fair to tell you to keep your hands to yourself and not have the same rule for us,” Crowley clarified. Audrey still wasn’t sure but she didn’t question it further.
“Third, we clean up after ourselves.” Said Aziraphale, writing the rules on the sheet. Crowley nodded, somewhat distracted as he thought about what toys they should get her, knowing telling a kid to clean their room only really mattered when there were toys to be picked up.
Audrey nodded again, a fresh wave of panic rising in her as she thought about the messes she’d already failed to clean up by herself. She had known it was too good to be true but she wasn’t ready to hear it out loud.
“Fourth, you may not leave the flat without us. Not that you’re a prisoner here of course, but it wouldn’t be safe for us to simply leave you on your own again,” said Aziraphale, as he finished writing.
“Does that all make sense kid?” Crowley asked, assuming the girl would have questions.
Audrey did have questions but she didn’t want to come off as a brat by questioning their rules, so she simply shook her head. Crowley looked at her in disbelief, he was pretty sure pushing and questioning the rules was a universal kid thing; it was part of why he liked them.
“Are you sure? You think they’re all fair?” He asked again. Audrey nodded again, doing her best to look confident.
“I’ll be good, I’m good at following rules,” she promised.
Crowley didn’t like the sound of that but he let it go, assuming she was still a bit shaken up from her accident.
“I’m going to hang them right here on the fridge, so if you forget them they will be right here for you.” Aziraphale said. His book had talked about the importance of having a copy of the rules children could see and he intended to follow the advice.
“Did you get enough lunch, kid?” Crowley asked, noticing Audrey’s half-full bowl.
“Yes, thank you so much, I won’t waste it, I can finish it,” she replied quickly grabbing her fork.
“You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to kid, we can put it in the fridge.” Crowley told her, not wanting her to force herself to eat when her stomach was clearly upset.
“Yes please, I promise I’ll finish it later.” Audrey replied, incredibly relieved to not have to try to force it down.
“Well, what shall we do with the afternoon?” Aziraphale asked. He wasn’t completely unfamiliar with kids, but he’d always had a lesson to give, or a garden to tend. Having no structure was uncharted territory and he was rather uncomfortable in it.
Crowley shrugged, surprised to find himself facing the same dilemma. He’d always at least had toys to work with, or the goal of encouraging all-consuming evil. Their flat had very little to entertain a kid and he wasn’t eager to start coaching the next Angel of the Bottomless Pit.
“Maybe Audrey would enjoy some of the new kid’s books you’ve gotten?” he finally offered, hoping that Aziraphale would be able to miracle up at something that would interest her.
“Of course, why don’t we go have a look?” Aziraphale said, very excited at the prospect of the girl being interested in books.
Audrey was exhausted, having not gotten a proper nights sleep in weeks, she had managed to get some sleep the night before but it hadn’t been nearly enough to make up for all the nights she’d gone without. However, she heard Aziraphale’s enthusiasm and she didn’t want to upset him.
“That sounds great,” she said, getting up to follow him.
Aziraphale led her to a newly decorated kids corner down in the shop. It was stocked with the kid’s titles he’d heard of, as well as a number of the books that had appeared in the shop following the whole ordeal at the airbase. Audrey found that she was indeed interested by many of the books, especially the ones that included beautiful pictures.
“Are you sure I’m allowed?” She asked nervously. “I don’t have any money, I can’t buy any.”
“Of course you are allowed dear girl, take as many as you like.” Aziraphale told her.
Audrey was still unsure of herself but she ended up with a small stack of books including Where the Wild Things Are, The Lorax, andone called Zog, which Aziraphale had never heard of.
“Those look like excellent selections.” He praised her. “Why don’t we go back upstairs and we can read one together?”
Audrey nodded, letting him lead her back up to the flat’s living room. Crowley was walking around the flat, verbally assaulting the plants that had moved in with him, although he was careful to adjust his language when he heard them coming up the stairs.
Aziraphale sat down on the couch and motioned for Audrey to join him. She did so although she felt tense and awkward, no one had ever read to her before and she didn’t really know what she was supposed to do.
Aziraphale pulled the first book from the stack, feeling much more in his element with it in hand. He opened it and began to read, breaking out several voices he hadn’t used since Warlock was young and a certain nanny was in desperate need of a break.
Audrey relaxed as she lost herself in the story, which proved to be problematic. She knew it would be very rude to fall asleep while Aziraphale was reading to her, but with her stomach finally full and calm, and finally feeling warm and safe, she was having a hard time doing anything else. She wrapped her hand around her injured side; trying the same trick she’d used the night before. Pushing on the bruise didn’t hurt too badly at first, and it was effective. But by the time Aziraphale started the second story it was really making her uncomfortable.
She decided to move her hand, assuming she could manage to stay awake for a few minutes on her own. Aziraphale noticed her shifting around and began to rub her back, hoping to help her settle down. That worked a bit too well and he ended up with a child asleep against his shoulder less than five minutes later.
He was somewhat pleased with himself; glad the girl was getting some much-needed rest. He was also somewhat stuck, unable to move without jostling her.
“Crowley” he whispered, hoping the demon was close enough to hear him. “Crowwwleeyy, Crowwleyyy”
Finally the demon walked into the living room holding a plant-mister and a small, somewhat sickly looking seedling.
“Angel, why are you…” Crowley trailed off, seeing the problem. “You know, the whispering is not as quiet as you think it is.” He said, carefully picking the girl up, managing not to wake her.
“Well, dearest I was rather stuck.” Aziraphale said, getting up.
“Did that to yourself.” Crowley said, carrying the girl towards her bedroom. He was lucky enough to have some practice in this area, as Warlock had never willingly taken a nap.
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Once she was settled he and Aziraphale ended up in the living room with a bottle of wine, feeling somewhat exhausted themselves.
“What time is it?” Crowley asked. He’d sprawled himself across Aziraphale and the sofa and couldn’t be bothered to move and check. Aziraphale managed to free his pocket-watch after a moment of struggle.
“Just after four, dear.”
“Seven-and-a-half-hours.” Crowley mumbled.
“Seven-and-a-half-hours until what dearest?”
“No, angel, since. Seven-and-a-half-hours since she woke up. Seven-and-a-half-hours and I’m so tired I could sleep for a month. We didn’t even do anything!” Crowley complained.
“Well it was rather nerve-wracking, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale said, letting his head flop back against the sofa.
“That might be the understatement of the century angel. I swear, she’s so afraid all the time, it feels like my skin is being misted with holy water.”
Aziraphale turned to face Crowley, jostling him in the process. The demon groaned.
“Why exactly is it affecting your skin dear?” he asked, very concerned.
Crowley groaned again.
“It’s nothing angel. Stop moving.” Crowley said, trying to wiggle his way back into a comfortable position. Aziraphale forced him to sit up instead.
“Dear, you can’t just say you’re in pain and then expect me to ignore it, especially if you’re going to call me your husband.” He said.
Crowley groaned yet again, accepting defeat.
“Fine angel. You can sense love right?”
“Well, yes, I suppose. I can sense when something is loved, although it’s easier when the feeling is close or exceptionally strong. And it has to be true love, not lust or surface affection or…” Crowley cut him off.
“Well, I may have lost that in the fall but turns out She couldn’t take it completely.” Crowley said. Aziraphale remained confused.
“I can feel it when humans are especially afraid, at least when its very intense or when I go looking for it. It can be somewhat annoying; fearful lot humans.” Crowley clarified.
“But that hardly makes any sense. Why would She want demons to be able to feel fear? Hatred or spookiness seems far more appropriate.” Aziraphale said, trying to make sense of the new information.
“For the last time angel, no one goes around sensing spookiness. And you shouldn’t ask questions you won’t like the answers to.”
“What do you mean, none of us have the answers, the whole thing is…”
“This isn’t ineffable. It’s easy to convince the loving to do heavenly things, and it’s easy to convince the fearful to do hellish ones. Makes horrifically perfect sense.” Crowley was becoming a bit ruthless with his desire to get away from this particular topic.
Aziraphale finally took the hint and let it drop.
“How do we get the poor dear to be less afraid then?” he mused. “I’ve told her repeatedly she has no reason to be, but she clearly doesn’t believe it.”
“It hasn’t been long enough angel, she’s not going to trust you just because you tell her to.”
“But it would make it so much easier if she did. I’m an angel for go…someone’s sake, the humans are supposed to innately trust me.” He pouted.
“Well, she’s let you bathe her and hold her, which is far more than I would have expected on the first day.” Crowley said, still a bit put out that the girl seemed to gravitate towards Aziraphale.
“You’re the one who had her playing games earlier, she’s hardly said 15 words to me.” Aziraphale said, still sulking.
“Yeah, she had warmed up a bit before her stupid corporation betrayed her. You see now why I didn’t want to feed her a full fry up?” Crowley comforted himself knowing he’d been right about at least one thing today.
“Yes, although it appears she still could have done with something blander. Perhaps toast or rice would be good for dinner.” Aziraphale mused.
Crowley shook his head, sighing.
“It’s just going to be rough for a bit, I think. Her body is exacting its revenge now that it knows she’s not starving.”
“Poor dear, I do hope it’s not too bad. Are you sure you can’t just fix it? It would only be one small miracle, surely bellow wouldn’t notice.” Aziraphale attempted to tempt the demon.
“It’s not really something that can be miracled away. It’s not healing so much as her corporation recalibrating itself a bit. And at any rate, we really shouldn’t be performing any unnecessary miracles, at least not on humans. That type of thing draws attention.” Crowley said unhappily.
“Well, we ought to keep a careful eye on it then. She may need to see a human doctor if nothing else.” Aziraphale said, finally leaning back on the couch so Crowley could sprawl across him again.
“We ought to rest while we can Angel. I’m sure she’ll be up soon enough.” Crowley closed his eyes. Aziraphale hummed in agreement, reaching for his book and carefully balancing it on Crowley’s back, hoping to find some answers while the demon napped.
Aaaaaaannnnndddd Chapter 6
Audrey slept for just over an hour, mercifully she was still too tired to dream. She woke slowly, struggling to remember where she was and how she’d gotten there. She was sure she’d been on the couch when she fell asleep. Soon it came back to her and she found herself hoping she hadn’t offended Aziraphale too badly.
She stretched and shifted, feeling uncomfortable, as her legs and bum were cold and wet. She froze at the realization, this couldn’t be happening. Not again, not so soon after the first time. And definitely not right after they’d told her the rules and she’d promised to follow them. This was definitely her mess, and she was sure she needed to clean it up, but she had no idea how to actually do that. She didn’t know where their washing machine was or how it worked, and she couldn’t go looking for it without getting caught. Lost, she stared down at the bed trying her best to come up with a plan.
Audrey decided that if she could wait until the middle of the night she might be able to get things washed while they were asleep. It would also give her a reason not to fall asleep again. She balled up the sheets and hid them under her bed, as far back as she could get them. Then there was the problem of her clothes; her shirt and socks were fine, but she was sure they’d notice the smell even if she hid until her pants dried. She went looking in the wardrobe and managed to find another pair of black pants; similar enough she thought they would notice. She found herself some clean underwear as well and got changed, not bothering to clean herself up since she didn’t have anything to clean up with. She hid the pants with her sheets and pulled the duvet over the bed.
Once she finished hiding the evidence Audrey wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She puttered around the room for a while, but aside from the closet of clothes there wasn’t much to be explored. She then tried to sit quietly, but she got bored quickly and she realized she was also very hungry. Asking them for food seemed like a very dangerous idea, but then she remembered Crowley had put her plate from lunch in the fridge. She would probably at least be allowed to have that. Doing her best to be brave she headed to the kitchen.
Aziraphale heard the fridge open and roused Crowley, who was still napping on top of him.
Audrey found the bowl in the fridge and had just pulled it out when a sleepy eyed demon and slightly more awake angel stumbled into the room.
“I’m just finishing my food from earlier, I promise I’m not taking anything else!” Audrey said quickly. She knew better than to steal food and she didn’t want to get kicked out for something she wasn’t even doing.
“Relax kid, its fine. Give it here and I’ll warm it up for you,” Crowley said, putting out his had for the bowl.
“Did you have a nice nap, dear girl?” Aziraphale asked.
“Yes, thank you, I’m sorry I fell asleep.” Audrey responded nervously, avoiding his eyes.
“That’s quite all right dear, you needed the rest.”
“Come eat kid.” Crowley said, setting her a place at the table.
“Thank you,” Audrey said, hesitantly sitting down.
Not wanting to just sit and watch her eat Crowley began to make a pot of tea, figuring it would be good for him and the angel. Aziraphale settled himself at the table with a packet of biscuits Audrey found herself eyeing.
“Would you like one?” Aziraphale said, holding out the package.
“After she finishes her lunch angel.” Crowley said over his shoulder.
“I don’t need one, you can have them.” Audrey said quickly.
“You can absolutely have one kid, he doesn’t need to eat all of the biscuits and he knows it. Just finish your spaghetti first.” Crowley said, sitting down at the table with them and taking a biscuit himself to show her it was allowed.
Audrey quietly finished her food; worried their bickering was going to turn into a fight and not wanting to be in the middle of it.
When he noticed she was done Aziraphale held out the package of biscuits to her.
“Have some dear,” He offered kindly. Watching both men carefully Audrey took one out of the package and took a small bite.
“Thank you,” she said quickly, remembering her manners.
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Once everyone had had something to eat and drink they ended up sitting somewhat awkwardly around the kitchen table. Audrey was still nervous around them and they were still unsure what to do with her. She shifted uncomfortably, feeling itchy and gross because she hadn’t cleaned up earlier.
“How about another movie? I think Mulanhas a sequel.” Crowley finally offered, breaking the silence.
“I think that sounds lovely dear, does that suit you Audrey?” Aziraphale said. Truthfully he didn’t like the idea of sitting the girl in front of the TV again, but he also didn’t have a single better idea.
“That sounds good, I can clean up first though, I know better than to leave a mess.” She said, bringing her bowl to the sink and starting the water.
“It’s fine kid, we’ll get it.” Crowley said, not liking how neurotic she was about the cleaning. Audrey looked at him nervously but she did put the bowl down and follow them into the living room.
They settled on the couch, although it took Audrey quite a bit of shifting to find a comfortable position. Crowley gave her a confused look as she did so, fairly certain her clothes were slightly different but not able to point to anything specific.
Once she was comfortable Audrey managed to get wrapped up in the movie and she found some of the tension leaving her body. Eventually she even let herself lean against Aziraphale, and the Angel beamed with pride knowing she was feeling a bit more comfortable.
Crowley spent the last bit of the film trying to come up with some ideas of things to do with the girl. He was deeply unsettled by her near-muteness and determined to get her out of her shell a bit.
As the credits rolled he focused on Imagining a small game cabinet, Expecting it to contain the few kid’s games he remembered. Sure enough, when they got up to stretch and turn the lights back on he spotted a new cabinet in the corner.
“We have a bit of time before dinner kid, want to play a game?” He offered.
“Can we?” Audrey asked excitedly. “I mean if you want to. You don’t have to play with me I can take care of myself,” she amended quickly.
“I definitely want to.” Crowley said, opening the cabinet and surveying the games inside. “Think you can beat me at Trouble?” He asked her holding out the box.
“Let’s play dear girl, I think it will be fun,” Aziraphale told her, happy to let Crowley take the lead.
Seeing that both men wanted to play Audrey let herself get a bit excited.
“Ok, but I don’t know how to play.” She told them, the hint of a smile on her lips. |
Chapter 7
The game turned out to be a big hit. Audrey had a competitive streak and despite her best attempts to hide it she was quickly wrapped up in trying to beat Crowley. Crowley had planned on letting her win, but when she began sending his pieces back to home every other turn he found his own competitiveness showing. Aziraphale refused to take anyone’s pieces on principal; at least until Audrey and Crowley ganged up on him and set him back to square one.
“Now that is just rude!” He complained, pouting at Crowley as the demon put his last piece back at the start.
Audrey looked at them nervously; worried she’d gotten herself in trouble. Crowley, on the other hand, felt no remorse. Noting Audrey’s nervous expression he stuck his tongue out at the Angel, trying to make it clear they were only play-fighting.
“It’s your own fault Angel. You could have sent me back three times now.”
“Yes, but that seemed rather rude, it’s much harder to win if your pieces have to start over.”
“That’s the point Angel, you’re not supposed to make it easy for us to win, you’re supposed to try to win yourself.” Crowley said exasperated.
“Well if I’d done that the game would have ended six turns ago.” Aziraphale said haughtily.
“Go on then, show us how its done, I’m sure we can beat you even if you actually make an effort.” Crowley taunted.
Audrey snickered quietly, knowing this to be true. While they’d been bickering she’d been studying the board quietly and she was pretty sure she could win the game within the next few rounds.
“Fine then, we’ll play your way you fiend.” Aziraphale said, rolling and taking one of his pieces out of the start yet again.
“Let’s get him kid.” Crowley said, looking at Audrey. She looked back at him nervously, she was sure Aziraphale couldn’t win, but if she wanted to she would have to beat Crowley too.
“Don’t let him trick you into an alliance dear girl. I’m already beaten, you ought to go after him.” Aziraphale urged her.
Audrey didn’t like this attention at all and shrank into herself a bit. Thankfully, Crowley was quick to realize their mistake.
“Go after whoever you like kid, I’ll beat you both if I need to.” He taunted.
After a moment of hesitation Audrey took her turn, and within a few minutes she’d won the game. She giggled as she put the last piece down.
Crowley looked at her, his mouth wide open, not even having to fake his surprise.
“That was impressive kid, very sneaky,” He praised her.
“I think we ought to start something for dinner dearest.” Aziraphale said, checking the time and realizing it had gotten rather late.
“I can do it, I don’t need to be a burden, I can earn my keep.” Audrey said quickly, scrambling to her feet, the nervous expression returning to her face.
“You can help if you like, but we’ll be doing most of the cooking kid, it’s not your job.” Crowley said, getting to his feet.
“You are not a burden dear girl. Put that dreadful thought out of your head.” Aziraphale said firmly as he led her towards the kitchen.
Audrey ducked her head, mistaking his tone for anger directed at her.
“I’m thinking chicken noodle soup for dinner,” Crowley said, knowing it would be easy on the girl’s stomach.
“That sounds lovely dearest.” Aziraphale said approvingly, pulling out ingredients.
Audrey waited quietly to be given a task. Aziraphale handed her carrots and a peeler, and after instructing her to be very careful he let her peel the carrots mostly on her own.
Soon there was a pot simmering on the stove and a lovely smell wafting through the flat.
“Nothing to do now but wait, why don’t you go play kid. We’ll do the dishes.” Crowley offered; knowing Audrey had been with them for a while and wanting to give her some time on her own.
Audrey wanted to argue that she could help them clean but she wasn’t feeling very well and she decided to take the way out when it was offered. She went back to her room and lowered her pants enough to peek at the itchy skin around her thighs and groin. It was red and raw and seeing it just made her feel worse.
She thought about going to the bathroom to try to clean up but quickly decided against it. Bathrooms had not been pleasant since she’d been at home and even though she logically knew the one here was safe it still made her feel uneasy.
Trying to distract herself she picked up one of the books she’d taken earlier and curled up in a comfy chair. She lost herself in the story for a while, until her stomach dragged her back to reality. This time she recognized the rumbling feeling immediately, but she still found herself eager to ignore it rather than braving the bathroom. She knew it was a stupid fear, but knowing that just made her feel worse.
Eventually her body made it clear that she had no choice, unless she wanted to have another accident. She forced herself out of the room and across the hall, pausing at the bathroom door.
It would be fine. She knew it was safe and clean. The door closed and locked, and she was sure no one was inside. However, she still found herself almost frozen with fear, considering all the things that had happened between friend’s houses, and the few other places she’d found to stay in the past month.
Another cramp forced her out of her own head and she managed to force herself into the room. She used the toilet as quickly as she possibly could; feeling like her heart was in her throat. As soon as she felt like she could be done she hopped off and flushed, not bothering to wipe or wash her hands in her rush to get out of the room. She all but ran back across the hall, glad to be done with the whole ordeal.
Audrey spent the next twenty minutes becoming increasingly uncomfortable. She was itchy and felt gross and she was sure she smelled bad. When Crowley called her for dinner she thought about saying she wasn’t hungry, but then she remembered how they’d come to get her at lunch and decided that even though her wet sheets were hidden she really didn’t want them in the room.
Crowley looked at her suspiciously as she walked into the kitchen, sure something was off but not able to put his finger on what it was.
“Wash your hands and come sit down kid.” He told her, ladling soup into bowls. He’d heard the toilet flush earlier and noted that he hadn’t heard the sink; having learned to pay attention to such things with Warlock.
Audrey did as she was told before sitting down at the table, wincing as she did so but not showing any other outward signs of pain. She was quiet throughout dinner, despite both men trying to get her to talk. She was careful not to be rude of course, but they couldn’t get her to say more than a few syllables. Crowley assumed she was just tired and let it go.
“Let’s get you ready for bed kid,” Crowley said as he put the bowls in the sink. “There should be some clean pajamas in your wardrobe.” He turned to lead the way.
“I can do it, I don’t need help,” Audrey said, jumping up herself and scrambling to get ahead of him.
“All right kid, if you want to that‘s fine, we’ll come tuck you in in a few minutes,” He told her skeptically. He wanted to know what had her so nervous but he didn’t want to invade her privacy to find out.
“I don’t need to be tucked in, I’m a big kid.” She said fiercely.
“All right kid, if you’re sure. But you come get us if you need us, ok?” Crowley said, taken aback by her tone.
“I won’t need anything.” She told him, trying her best to sound confident. She walked out of the kitchen before he had time to ask her any more questions, leaving him standing by the sink trying to figure out what had just happened. |
Aziraphale watched Audrey all but run out of the kitchen, at a loss for what to say or do.
“Dearest, are you sure she should be left alone? She seemed rather upset, although I’m not sure why.” He said, looking somewhat helplessly at Crowley.
Crowley shrugged, feeling out of his league. He’d taken in kids but it had been centuries since he’d done so without some demonic objective and the long day had him feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“I suppose if she says she wants to be left alone we ought to leave her. She’s been on her own for long enough she can definitely take care of herself. She’s probably just feeling a bit smothered.” He mused. He began to do the dishes the human way, needing something to do with his hands.
“I think I’ll stay up with you tonight though.”
Aziraphale didn’t protest, he wasn’t eager to be left in charge of the child; at least until they knew what was wrong.
“Perhaps some coffee then, dear.” He said, already beginning to make it. Crowley nodded, internally questioning whether Vodka wouldn’t be more appropriate.
Crowley finished washing dishes, and moved to be next to his Angel.
“There’s something wrong. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something wrong.” He muttered.
“Well yes dear, I’d gathered as much myself. You’re the one with the child rearing talents, are you certain you have no idea?” Aziraphale asked.
“I mean she’s scared, that much goes without saying, but I don’t know why she suddenly wants nothing to do with us. My glasses didn’t slip during dinner did they?” Crowley said, wracking his brain for answers.
“Not that I saw dearest, and I think that would have garnered a more immediate reaction anyway. Did I say anything that could have upset her again? I haven’t mentioned anyone outside the shop or anything of that sort have I?”
“You barely said anything at all, and I can’t imagine any of what you did say would scare her. But we do need to do something about the hiding in the shop bit. She needs clothes and toys that haven’t just been miracled here, and we can’t leave the shop closed forever. At some point we’ll have to deal with her jackass of a father and whoever else might be looking.” Crowley said, eager to focus on problems they knew how to solve.
“Perhaps we could order some things, dear? I still have a few humans I could send on an assignment without too much trouble.” Aziraphale offered. Crowley put his finger up, remembering something.
“Not that, but basically that, let me get my laptop.” He said scurrying out of the room and returning a moment later to his confused Angel. “Inventive lot humans, who would have guessed they’d find a way to make sloth efficient.” He said, sitting down at the table and pulling up a website full of just about everything they could hope to order. Aziraphale sat down next to him.
“But dearest, if you order it by post won’t it take time? She really could use some new things tomorrow, ideally by the time she wakes up. I don’t know how many more movies I can watch.”
“Two hour shipping Angel, and I’m fairly certain they’ll conveniently have everything in stock.” Crowley explained, already scrolling through the listing of toys.
“How on earth; they’d need a small army to make that work. The prices must be absurd. And where are they possibly storing it all?”
“Cheapest on the market Angel, they undercut the other giants by a few cents every week. Just because they have an army doesn’t mean they pay them properly. Last I heard they were tracking them with clever little GPS chips, regulating bathroom breaks and walking speed and everything. It’s amazing what humans will force each other to do for money.”
“Is it one of yours then? The M-25’s dastardly cousin?” Aziraphale asked, clearly planning to scold the demon.
“Nah, they came up with this one all on their own. They love convenience, and as long as the cruelty of it is hidden they couldn’t care less.” Crowley said, offended at being implicated.
“And yet you plan to give them a small fortune,” Aziraphale said, watching the prices add up.
“Can’t be helped tonight, we’ll tip the delivery guy well.” Crowley promised.
Roughly two hours later they were unpacking a box of toys, clothes and a few other items Crowley had deemed necessary.
Outside the shop an unknown delivery driver received a job offer for a position he’d looked at but deemed himself unqualified to actually apply for. He returned the truck to the warehouse and left if there, not even bothering to take the keys back inside the building.
Aziraphale looked at the mass of products, trying to sort out what they were all for. The toys mostly made sense, with the exception of a small electronic object that looked like a fattened version of Crowley’s mobile. The demon followed his gaze.
“Videogame, a good one at that. Kid’s love ‘em and they’re a great distraction. This one can connect to the TV too. One of Warlock’s bratty friends had the first version.” He explained.
“You don’t intend to have her spend all of her time in front of a screen do you dearest?” Aziraphale asked, clearly disapproving of the idea.
“Course not Angel, but I don’t intend to spend all of my time playing Trouble either. If she’s going to be cooped up here she’ll need some things she can play by herself.” Crowley said.
Aziraphale picked up another package, which looked to contain strange underwear and had a child much younger than Audrey on it. On closer inspection he realized they were some sort of nappies.
“This hardly seems necessary dearest, and I’m sure she’ll be mortified if you try it.” He said, holding the package up to Crowley.
“They’re just training pants Angel, and I’m not going to do anything about it unless she keeps having issues. But it’ll be better to have them and not need them then the other way around.” Crowley said.
“But won’t it be upsetting for her? Children are very sensitive about such things if I remember correctly.”
“Well, yeah, but you saw how scared she was today, at least this way she should know we won’t be upset if she has an accident, and she doesn’t have to be worried about making a mess.” Crowley said, questioning his reasoning a bit. “Hopefully we won’t need them anyway.” He added, miracling them to under the bathroom sink to get them out of sight and end the argument. Aziraphale let it go.
Audrey was determined to avoid falling asleep tonight. She paced around her room for a while, but she was exhausted and soon she found herself tripping over her own feet. She decided she would probably be ok as long as she didn’t sit down and she ended up leaned against the wall listening. She could hear the men talking, but couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. She leaned her forehead against the wall, hoping they would go to bed soon so she could at least try to wash her sheets.
A few minutes later she found herself sliding to the floor, having nearly fallen asleep standing up. She sat on the floor, digging her fingers into her sides. The pain woke her up a bit and focused her and she kept her hands where they were even when it got bad enough to bring her to tears. She managed to keep that up until she heard them walk downstairs.
Assuming they would be gone for a bit she gathered the balled up sheets and started to open the door, only to hear them come up the stairs and start tearing open boxes in the living room. Feeling utterly defeated she sank back down to the ground and curled up on top of the dirty sheets in tears. She was just so tired and so overwhelmed that this latest setback was too much for her to take. Eventually she cried herself out and ended up asleep on the floor. |
CHAPTER 4: DESPERATE MOMENTS
The last light of the day was slowly fading away, Sofie started to feel the cold and decided it was time to leave. She rubbed her wet body dry on the grass and then stood up.
"What are you doing?", asked Dana.
"It's getting dark, I need to go back home."
"No, Sofie, can't you stay a bit more? I enjoy the time with you."
"You know, I had fun as well, surprisingly ... but I don't want to cause my mother any worries."
"Of course."
Dana then stood up as well and smiled at Sofie. The girl smiled awkwardly back.
"But you don't want to go back home like this", asked Dana again.
"Oh God, you're right!", Sofie had been naked for so long that she forgot about her clothes.
"Where's my dress?", she asked Dana.
"Follow me", said the ghost and took Sofie by her hand and started walking. Dana's palm was still wet from her pee.
"Did you hide my clothes?"
"Don't worry I know where they are."
The girls kept walking up the hill, towards the edge of the woods.
"Over there!", Dana called and pointed at a tree right in front of them. Sofie stopped and looked closer. She saw her clothes hanging down from a branch, slightly waving in the wind.
"The were soaking wet, especially your skirt, so I hung them up to dry", said Dana slightly proud.
"Oh ... thanks."
The women arrived at the tree and Sofie started to reach for her garments. The branch was way to high for her and she started to jump up as high as she could trying to grab everything, while Dana next to her couldn't help but look at Sofie's beautiful body. They way the girl's breasts where bouncing and buttcheeks were wobbling made Dana excited. Lust overcame the ghost once again and as Sofie asked: "Could you help me?", Dana was shaking. She got closer to the young woman and moved her hand softly on Sofie's butt.
"What are you doing?", Sofie asked.
"I didn't have the opportunity to feel your bottom yet", whispered Dana and squeezed one of her glutes gently. Then she moved in front of Sofie and placed her hand on the young woman's groin. Sofie promtly got hit by an intense urge to pee. Caught by surprise she instinctively blocked her outlet with both hands and crossed her legs. Sofie groaned. Dana was looking at her pain smiling. Still surprised by the need that suddenly overcame her, Sofie tried to hold everything in, and she didn't seem to have intentions of letting go.
"What?!", asked Dana: "You're still not comfortable peeing in front of me?!"
"I guess I am not as excited and fearless as I was earli ... Aaaah!", Sofie moaned in desperation.
"Don't be afraid, Sofie ... I will ..."
Dana stopped talking all of a sudden and quickly turned her head towards the inside of the forest. "What?", Sofie asked exhausted.
"Shhhh", Dana whispered: "Someone's coming!"
"What?! Who's com..." Dana suddenly disappeard and Sofie was left alone, wiggling and jiggling around in desperation. "Dana?!", she whispered panicky. The ghost was gone but her voice chimed for a moment: "Hide! Quickly!", she said. In that moment Sofie heard a rustle and some branches cracking. Scared she hid behind the biggest tree she could find, forgetting about her strong need for a moment.
A hunter emerged out of the forest's shadow and was probably on his way home. Sofie knew the man since he lived in her same village and she was trying her best to not be spotted by him. The last thing she wanted was to get caught in a forest alone, naked and desperate to pee in front of an elderly gentlemen that was also aquainted with her. The young girl was heavily panicking inside. She tried to be quiet and not move but with her bloated bladder pressed against the tree stump and the urge to pee that got bigger and bigger she was having a really hard time. She secretly observed the man with the rifle as he slowly made her way out of the forest. "Please, hurry up!", Sofie thougt, she even had a hard time thinking about it since she was intesly focused on not losing control, the silence all around her would have made the splash of even the slightes drop or spurt escaping her bladder sound like a waterfall. The hunter was about to reach the meadows when Sofie's clothes still on the branch caught his attention. "Oh no", she thought. The man stopped and observed the strange find he just made. He was walking up and down and around the tree to figure out what was going on, while Sofie, not far away from him, wasn't feeling very well. She knew Dana was there somewhere looking at her and rubbing herself probably, but she had to pee so incredibly bad that she couldn't care less. She felt the need to move her body to relieve the pressure a bit but to much movement could've revealed her presence. "Just go!", she whispered silently to the man who was looking at her soaked skirt that was still dripping. The hunter seemed to wonder why it was so wet and looked around for further hints. "Hello?", he called. Sofie remained silent. She felt how the first drops of urine where running down her legs and that feeling of wetness made her want to go even more. Her whole body was shaking but Sofie kept on fighting. "Who's there?!", the hunter said all of a sudden. Sofie got scared and lost control of her bladder for a moment. A spurt of pee escaped shooting out between her fingers and down on the ground: "Shit!", she whispered: "He caught me!" Sofie's heart was pounding as she sneaked behind the tree. She was already expecting the hunter to walk in her direction. "How am I going to explain this?!", she thougt panicky, but much to her surprise the man was heading in the other direction. "Hello?", he called once again. In that moment Sofie noticed a nude woman in the distance waving at the hunter, it was Dana. He noticed her and tried to approach the ghost while she was slowly moving backwards to drain him away from Sofie. As the young woman realized what was happening she felt relieved and so did her bladder. As soon as the man reached a safe distance, Sofie kneeled down dramatically on the musty forest floor and filled with joy she pissed her soul out. The relief was immense and Sofie lost her breath for a moment. The powerful stream formed a little hole in the ground that quickly filled up with pee and lots of foam. The puddle grew and grew, it was running along Sofie's knees, legs and feet and she was looking at it in excitement. As she lifted her head she noticed Dana on the other side of the tree trunk observing her.
"Thanks, Dana", she said exhausted.
"Don't worry. He caught me by surprise as well and it took me a while to figure out how to get rid of him ... mostly because you distracted me with your gorgeous dance."
"Aaaah", Sofie moaned as she was still emptying her bladder and all you could hear in that moment was Sofie's urine splashing and gushing to the ground ... but then, the sound of another stream appeared. The woman looked up at Dana but she was gone. She looked around and on her left she saw a jet of urine falling down from above. Sofie looked up, still peeing, and saw Dana sitting on a branch peeing down next to her. She saw her genitals from underneath and a limpid stream of urine coming out of them. That made Sofie realized how thirsty she was and like a kid on a fountain she moved her mouth towards the watery urine and took a big sip of it.
"What are you doing?", Dana asked laughing.
"All the fuss made me really thirsty."
"Well then, drink, my dear."
Sofie took another refreshing sip and finally stood back up stomping into the wetness she had just created.
"Now come back down and help me get my clothes back", she told Dana.
The ghost instead kept peeing and looked back at Sofie's induments. She followed Dana's look and saw how her clothes were falling down the tree one after another.
"Thank you!", she called and the pale woman's stream stopped.
While Sofie was grabbing for her clothes Dana reappeared in front of her. The young woman got scared and said: "Stop doing this, or I'll get a heart attack soon."
"Sorry, dear", giggled the ghost.
Sofie started grabbing for her underwear as she realized that everything was still soaking wet.
"This didn't dry at all!", she whined.
"Well, you urinated quite a bit and your underpants soaked everything up ... And you skirt as well!"
Sofie looked down at her brown skirt and saw a giant, massively obvious wet patch on it.
"Oh no!", Sofie complained: "I can't go home like this!"
"It's will be dark when you reach the village. Noone will see it."
"But what about my mother, Dana?"
"Well, she experienced the same thing as well ... multiple times, so I think she will understand?"
"But ... it's still embarassing! ... What should I say to her?"
"Just tell her that you met me along the way."
"No, I don't want that! ... I don't want my mother to think that I enjoy peeing as well."
"Why not?"
"It's awkward and it will probably be really uncomfortable when we will talk about pee and peeing together."
"You two talk about it sometimes??"
"Well ... we ... uh ... it doesn't matter! ... Can you maybe dry my clothes a little?"
"I'm afraid not, I can only make them wetter hahaha."
Sofie had no other choice, she had to put her wet clothes back on, hoping to not get caught by her mother or anybody else. To make matters worse she realized that they also strongly smelled of urine.
"That's gonna be fun", Sofie said sarcastically. She began to put her clothes back on. The wetness on her skin felt really uncomfortable but she had to ignore it as much as she could.
Every item of clothing was back in place only her shoes were missing.
"Where are they?", asked Sofie.
Dana pointed with her finger on another branch, way lower than the first one, were Sofie's shoes were still hanging by the shoelaces. The woman took them down an put her foot into the first one just to realize that both shoes were also wet and still filled with urine. Sofie once again grunted. She poured the urine out of her old shoes and finally put them back on.
"Alright", Sofie said unhappy.
Dana looked a bit sad and whispered to Sofie:"I really enjoyed watching you naked." Another awkward smile appeared on Sofie's face.
"We will see each other again, right? Please, I had so much fun with you today."
"I thought I was going to send you back in hell when I first met you, but I must admit you were right after all. I really did enjoy all this, except the pain maybe!"
"But that's what made the relieve so much better, Sofie."
"That's ... actually true."
"So you will come and visit me again?"
"Yes, I would very much like to."
Dana was filled with joy: "Let's always meet here, on this meadow."
"Alright, and how can I find you?"
"Don't worry I will always be here ... and then we will make the best out of every sunset."
"Sounds very nice ... but when you meet with my mother don't tell her about me, alright? Let's keep this a secret!"
"As you wish", whispered Dana one last time. "But before you go, Sofie, I need to give you something", she added.
"What?"
Dana stuck out her tongue and there was a key on it. Sofie looked closer and confused she asked: "Is this the key of my housedoor?"
"Uh-huh"
Sofie took the key from Dana's tongue and asked:"You stole it from me?!"
"No, you left it at your friend's house your mother told me earlier ... So I went there and took it with me while you were unconscious."
"What?! ... and Mary didn't see you?"
"She didn't but I did ... and I must say she's very pretty."
"She really is."
"Do ... do you think she enjoys peeing as well."
"Uuuh", Sofie laughed nervous: "Dana, I don't know ... find out if you want."
"Oh trust me, I will! ... and I'm pretty sure she has that fire within her, after all I saw you both once peeing together."
"What?! When?!"
"You don't remember last year, when you both peed behind your neighbour's house at night."
"You saw that?!"
"But of course ... The village fair was that day, everyone urinates everywere on that occasion, I can't miss that."
"But ... But ... We didn't do that on purpose. We both needed a piss and we decided to take turns ..."
"I know, I know, but as your friend heard your splashing urine her urge grew and she couldn't hold it in ... and then you peed next to each other."
"And you enjoyed it I imagine."
"Every second of it!"
"But just because Mary has a weak bladder doesn't mean she enjoys it."
"I know, but I saw something you didn't"
"What?"
"Mary kept looking under your skirt while you both were peeing. She was staring at your stream coming out, Sofie."
"Whaaat? ... I didn't see that?"
"Of course not, it was dark and you were quite drunk as well."
"And so was Mary, she probably did that because she was tipsy."
"There is truth and confidence in alcohol, Sofie."
Sofie was speechless, Dana did have a point.
"Wouldn't it be great for you, Sofie, to share this passion with your best friend."
"Uuh ... I ... maybe. I don't know I wouldn't deny it."
"We'll find out. Now go home before you get lost in the forest."
Smiling Sofie said goodbye to the ghost and walked away into the night ... but that last story just gave Dana an Idea.
End of part 4
... part 5 is gonna be the last, I promise! |
This is based off of a former interactive story that I already posted, which I have turned into a normal story so I can just pump out content faster.
Chapter 1 - A New Start
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"The store is now opening. Please stand back."
Sophie sits patiently upon her shelf, inside of a red box around her size. Around her is a bunch of similar versions of herself, all too in boxes. The boxes have large plastic windows so people could see into them, and were all adorned with a golden yellow ribbon. They have flashy and colorful text and artwork on them, describing their contents.
The date is September 3rd, 2030. After The Vapor Event of 2027 (which more or less essentially just involved a complete restructuring of human society, partially assisted by friendly aliens with intelligence-enhancing pumped into the atmosphere), humanity was seen at it's best. People lived lives of peace and prosperity, with even the "lowest" in society (like farmers) still being treated fairly and equally. Technological advancements came shortly after The Event, with advanced computing technology, fusion powered cars, high-rise cities that would rise to the height of what once was considered a low flying plane, and so on and so forth.
Of course, humans were still a bit greedy and capitalistic at times, so of course, there was bound to be commercialism. A human company called Stellar Inc. created a special brand of toy-line, marketed at kids aged 6 to 16. You might think 16 was a bit high, but there was something special about these toys. They had almost human-like sentience. Now, according to the company, it wasn't "true" AI or "alive", but simply, in the CEO's words, a "damn good imitation of it." However, tech insiders have presented a large amount of evidence that shows the toys may actually be a true form of AI, so it's a huge field of debate.
No matter what the consensus is, though, when the limited release debuted in Los Angeles, NC (New California) and Dallas, TX, (Texius), the toys practically flew off the shelves. You see, the toys were almost like easy-to-care-for pets. They could eat, drink, and even be fully bathed. To this day, nobody fully knows how the technology works. It seems to literally destroy itself via rapid corrosion if the toy is opened (which may or may not have caused a few minor lawsuits during early production), so the company is definitely trying to hold onto a trade secret as long as it can.
The toy line, called "Your Best Friend", consists of many different kinds of toys for children, often an anthropomorphic kind, and even more often so a soft and plush-filled kind. There was the Jack line, which was hard and metallic, but could jump dozens of feet into the air (if given the space, of course). There was the Eddie line, which took on the form of a semi-soft elephant plush that could connect to the Internet and help tutor children. And then we come to the Sophie line, a line of teddy bears specifically directed at girls who wanted a new friend. They were all called Sophie, of course. They came in different colors and came with different (but swappable) hairstyles.
Sophie is the newest line, and is scheduled for release on September 3rd, 2030 (at the low low price of 79.99). That's today!
So now we go back to the one specific Sophie from earlier. She's a pink teddy bear with a cutesy semi-long hairstyle, colored brown in this instance. It even comes with a red headband to help hold it in place. Not that it really matters, though, since the hair itself is just velcroed on. Her eyes are essentially pure black, but have barely-visible white irises (cameras) that let her see. Her soft mouth has tiny actuators that can let the mouth open, which reveals an opening for food and drink to go into (fake tongue included). The box she's in also has a bunch of small accessories, like a fake birth certificate, a brush, and a liability notice (again, corrosion lawsuits).
Sophie sighs. Today is the day she would be sold. She had made good friends with a bunch of other toys from the Your Best Friend line while she was in the store's stockroom, and was going to miss them. They were just afterstock from previous releases, and would probably just be left to rot on a clearance shelf within a few months.
The employee near the store's doors puts his key into the door and twists it before removing it and quickly backing away, as a flood of customers rush through the automated sliding doors. They all instantly go towards the main round shelf near the doors, both kids and parents alike trying to fumble with them and grab them. Sophie herself was grabbed by a somewhat tired looking blonde-haired woman, who immediately went towards the checkout line.
After witnessing a brief conversation between the woman and a cashier (with many words or phrases Sophie didn't understand, like "credit card declined" and "jiggle the chip reader a bit"), she was placed in a bag and eventually tossed into the back seat of a car.
Sophie still wasn't fully activated yet, so she couldn't move or use her voice synthesizer. She was in a low-power mode. So, to pass the time, she enabled her diagnostics chip.
ACTIVATING DIAGNOSTICS CHIP.
4 GHZ DoubleCore chipset working at low power.
64000 MB of RAM installed, 62000 MB available.
Dual-audio E.A.R.S (Electric Audio Response Synthesizers) online.
S.T.O.M.A.C.H (Super-efficient Top Operating Machine Activator Capsule, Huge) fullness = 0, ready for usage.
B.L.A.D.D.E.R (UNABLE TO FIND ACRONYM TRANSLATION) fullness = 0, ready for usage.
OperatingSystem = StoreMode
Ah, yes, a few things to point out. First of all, the "brain" of any YBF was really just a basic computer the size of a penny. Keep in mind, the average desktop computer has around double the power of what you're seeing now, but the toy's specs were sufficient for seamless play.
The ears of the unit were actually both microphones and audio synthesizing and processing chips, hence the acronym.
The S.T.O.M.A.C.H (stomach) was a specially tailored containment unit... well, it's just a cool bag inside the toy. It has a special chip which will determine the simulated energy levels of the toy, encouraging it's owner to feed it food and drinks. Mostly stuff that isn't acidic or sticky.
And of course, yes, we have the B.L.A.D.D.E.R. I don't know what this is supposed to stand for, but it holds waste liquid (basically pee). I'm not sure where solids go, but they certainly don't end up in the bladder. Don't worry, Sophies are housetrained, so they prefer to not just pee on the floor.
The car pulls into the garage of a house, and a young girl rushes out of the door to greet the woman driving the car, presumably the girl's mother. Sophie soon finds herself on a table, inside a very nice upper-middle class modern house. The girl, who can't be any older than maybe ten or eleven years old, carefully opens the box and holds Sophie for the first time. Sophie's systems fully activate, prompting her to smile and wave at the girl. "Hi!" Sophie says.
"Yay, you work!" says the girl. "I'm Emma. Come on, I'll show you my room!", she continues, before then dragging Sophie along with her up a spiraling staircase.
As the duo steps into Emma's room, Sophie takes a moment to register the face of Emma, along with her nearby surroundings. The room itself is a rather stereotypical girl's room; the walls were pink and had lots of framed pictures and posters of girly stuff, there was a vanity and a desk with a sleek computer, a queen-sized bed with a lovely cotton bedspread... and a mini-fridge, among other things.
(Wait, a mini-fridge?) Sophie thinks to herself as her optics refocus. It's not totally unorthodox for a mini-fridge to be in a bedroom, but a bit strange considering Emma was only around 11 years old. Not that Sophie really cares, though, as her S.T.O.M.A.C.H was starting to produce an audible rumble. Not that she really needs food to survive, of course, but her energy levels would remain low until fed. Emma notices this, and says "Oh, you must be hungry or thirsty or something, right? I got loads of stuff in here if you want something!". Emma opens the fridge, revealing some foods like a sandwich and soft-baked cookies, but it's mostly full of drinks, like water, lemonade, juice, Sluice (a brand of drink that was really just sugary water), and tea.
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Sophie sits at a table across from Emma. As Sophie sips at a juice box, Emma asks "Well, do you like it here?"
Sophie was ready for this kind of question. Luckily, Sophies have a few standardized responses ready, to maximize the bonding level between them and their owner, as do all Your Best Friend toys. Sophie says "Of course I do, but I like hanging out with you even more!".
Emma giggles with a rosy look on her face, and says "Oh, why thank you, miss Sophie!", she says, before fanning herself with a book. "It sure is hot for September. Care for another box of juice?", she continues, pulling out a large carton of juice boxes.
-Beep- WARNING. Ambient temperature is above recommended parameters. Cold fluid intake recommended to supplement cooling.
Sophie, not wishing to overheat, gladly accepts the juice box, and leaves the empty one on the table. Emma twiddles her thumbs a bit, and then says "Want to play a game?"
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Monopoly's a tough game. Sure, Sophie has the instructions to the game per-programmed into her memory, and had opposable thumbs to pick up objects, but due to her limited neural network systems, most of her time spent in the game involved just experimenting to see what would help her advance and what made her lose. And, yes, of course, Sophie has to go easy on Emma, since Sophie can still technically wipe the floor with Emma if she wanted to, but she'd rather lose if it meant making Emma happy.
As Sophie plays, however, she begins to notice a small twinge in-between her legs. The feeling of some kind of pressure buildup. Yep, it'd be her B.L.A.D.D.E.R (which we shall simply call a bladder from now on) starting to fill up. The bladder's special LCA (Liquid Compression Augmenter) would allow a large amount of liquid to be compressed and stored in a tiny space without any of the usual risks of compressing liquids (like it exploding), and it had the capability of reducing the liquid's weight and noise, so anyone picking up Sophie wouldn't really be able to tell at all.
Now, keep in mind, that doesn't mean it can be stored forever. Eventually, it needs to be let out. While the toy can theoretically hold around 2 cups of liquid for an extended period of time, the toy is also built to have artificial "pain" receivers. Stellar Inc. assures it's customers that while the toys can technically feel some kinds of pain (in case of physical damage), they cannot express it as a human would. As it turns out, bladder fullness can push on some of these pain receivers, signalling the need to empty it.
So yes, getting back to the point, Sophie has to pee a little bit. Of course, it's not really setting off any stimuli sensors yet, just a small "weight" feeling, so she's going to ignore it. For now.
"I'm booooored of Monopoly, Sophie.", Emma says. "Do you have some game ideas?"
Sophie looks around. Outside, there is a large inflatable pirate ship floating in the pool. In the same yard, there's a tree with a tire swing, and and there's also plenty of space to play hide-and-seek anywhere.
"Hmm, I have a few ideas..."
ANECDOTE. This isn't a part of the main story, but is just a piece of interesting trivia. (Porn with plot is more interesting)
Sophies are built with one purpose in mind: To be the most convincing imitation of life that can be integrated into a toy, but still be done so in a kid-friendly manner. Due to the previously mentioned Vapor Event of 2027, the technology for this was relatively cheap, but more advanced than pre-Event virtual friend/pet toys, while being on par with pre-Event virtual friend/pet toy prices as well.
Sophies have special actuators that are built to be "flexible". You can barely even tell they're in the toy, but they allow Sophies to move their limbs. As such, Sophies can also pick up objects (albeit with varying degrees of success), walk around (albeit rather slowly), and make other movements (albeit rather limited ones). Sophies have special navigation and identification hardware and systems installed, allowing them to easily identify familiar locations, people, objects, and avoid tripping over things or losing balance.
As for their ability to eat and drink, it's not fully understood why eating or drinking helps sustain the bots (Geiger counters suggest that a tiny cold fusion cell is installed in each toy, which is supposedly why food is technically optional), but one popular theory is that solid foods are processed into methane, which powers a special kind of micro-generator inside the toy's stomach area, thus creating electricity and warmth. Liquids are said to a similar effect, with sugars and carbs being processed into electrical energy via an onboard system, leaving only the water content. Oddly enough, the process of converting liquids into energy seems to produce a yellowing effect in the waste water, making it more reminiscent of urine (without the odd smell, of course).
Sophies are programmed to simply hold onto this waste water until a suitable location is available to empty it. Generally, the toys will wait until they are at home and their host child is busy, away, or sleeping, which lets them sneak off to a toilet or other designated area. Stellar Inc. recommends having a stepstool near toilets to allow the toys to climb up and do their business without human assistance, but they also sell special Sophie-sized toilets, which are really just rebranded potties for toddlers.
Of course, similar to early peeing-dolls, the hole for releasing it is located in the nether regions. Naturally, this can lead to some amount of lewding of the toys, but apparently someone's genitals got burnt off when they "used" the toy too hard and broke it, causing the corrosion effect to start. This would have led to a lawsuit, but the person gave up trying to sue when they realized how embarrassing it was.
Finally, a last bit of info: They need to be treated nice. They have emotion. Even if Stellar Inc says it's an imitation of AI, even if the toys are programmed to avoid negative emotions... trust me on this one, you gotta be nice to them or they'll get sad.
THIS STATEMENT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BEEN EDITED BY A STELLAR INC REPRESENTATIVE, SPECIFICALLY THE LINE DESCRIBING "LEWDING" OF THE SOPHIE LINE OF YOUR BEST FRIEND TOYS.
Edited February 5, 2020 by Guest
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Chapter 2 - What's Wrong With A Little Game?
(Here's a crudely made sketch of Sophie that I made)
Multiple things can be wrong with a game, apparently.
Sophie gave Emma the great idea of playing a round of hide and seek. Just a slight problem; all that juice from earlier was really starting to build up. But Sophie didn't want to ruin the game, so she decided "meh, I can hold it just fine", or something like that. Of course, that wouldn't have been so bad if Emma's mom hadn't called Emma inside just 5 minutes into a game, prompting Emma to forget and run into the house.
Sophie had now been waiting outside the (closed and locked) sliding glass doors for about 4 hours, and the sun was going down.
Now, as I said before, YBF toys are very resilient, and the Sophie brand in particular is built with quality in mind, in case of a situation like this one where a child leaves the toy outside. 'Course, that didn't mean it was pleasant. Sophie was starting to pound on the doors (albeit with no audible sound produced), frowning and hoping Emma or just *someone* would notice.
Eventually, Sophie sat down near the doors, fidgeting a bit. Mostly out of boredom, as the primary directive of any YBF toy is to be a companion for a child and entertain them, but there was also some other nagging doubt in the back of Sophie's head that she didn't really want to admit; she had to pee a little. Those juice boxes from earlier were really starting to build up, and due to the surprisingly hot temperatures that day, the bladder compression system inside her wasn't able to work at full efficiency, making her overall capacity somewhat lower than expected.
-BEEP- Overheat warning.
And she was starting to overheat from being outside for so long.
But just as she was starting to lose hope, she heard footsteps near the sliding glass doors. She looked up, but it wasn't any face she recognized. It was a boy, Before she could even register the person's face, they opened the doors and picked Sophie up.
"Well, well, well, looks like Emma's finally got that new toy. And to do what with it? Leave it outside? Pfft. I got a better use for you... uhh, Softie, is it? Heh heh heh."
Sophie had a worried look on her face. She called out "Emma!", but the boy that was holding Sophie just said "She's out with mom for some grocery shopping. Won't be back for a while.", before taking Sophie up the stairs towards another room.
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The large room was dark and edgy, with gray walls, lots of posters of the latest FPS video games and heavy metal bands, among lots of scattered books, clothes, garbage, and what almost looked like deformed toys. The boy clicked a button on what looked like a drawer, causing it to open up and unfold into what looked like a strange binding rack
Sophie's eyes darted around as she realized what was happening. Before she could do do or say anything, she found herself strapped to the table, with random bits and bobs like a pocket knife, laser pointer, magnifying glass, and other such things. Sophie looked at the boy, who seems to be around 13 or 14 years old. He's probably Emma's brother.
"You'll make the perfect test subject.", Emma's brother says slyly. He begins to lower the pocket knife extension of the table to Sophie, causing her to panic and struggle, but he stops short and retrieves a piece of paper. "Ah, shoot, I forgot you guys self-destruct or something when cut open. Alright, I'll just do the next best thing and leave you here to rot... for my own personal entertainment.", he continued, sitting down at his desk chair. He began to play some gory shoot-em-up game as Sophie struggled to get off the dirty rack, which was starting to stain her fur from all the weird gunk on it.
Eventually, though, she gave up, only lying down silently, waiting for Emma to return. Try as she might to resist, though, she was starting to really need to "release her waters", if you know what I mean. Emma's brother paid no attention, though, apparently unaware. Sophie struggled a bit, before she eventually realized that the only way to escape would be to thrash around, which would almost certainly make Emma's brother notice, but it was the only way.
Also, she really had to pee now, since the game he was playing took place near a big waterfall that was nice and loud, and wet, and... flowing...
Sophie tried to clear those thoughts from her RAM as she began to thrash around, causing the rack to eventually come lose from the rest of the drawer's base and fall over, while also releasing Sophie. "Hey, get back here!" Emma's brother said, but by then, she had already ran out of the room and tumbled down the stairs, face-first onto the floor.
Good thing Emma and her mom had just come home from the store, since Emma's brother was just about to come down the stairs. Emma, upon going through the door and seeing Sophie on the floor, gasped and said "Sophie??", before dropping the bags she was helping her mom to carry and scooping Sophie up into her arms, hugging her tightly. "Omigosh, I'm so sorry, Sophie, I forgot I left you out there, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry, come on, let's get you in the bath or something!"
Sophie just hugged Emma back, while giving a mischievous glare at Emma's brother, who was being rather harshly questioned by Emma's (and her brother's) mom.
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While a nice *cooling* bath was nice, considering it was in the 300s that day (in Kelvin), Sophie really did have to empty her bladder now (pee), and being submersed in water wasn't really helping, even though it was nice to be cleaned with a soap that wasn't just the factory standard soap used during manufacturing. Sophie looked longingly at the nearby toilet as Emma drained the tub, but didn't say anything, despite Sophie's pressing need.
"Alright, Sophie, time for bed! Come on, I have this really nice doll's nightgown that will fit perfectly on you!" Emma gleefully said, as she toweled off Sophie and gave her a quick blow with a hair dryer, making Sophie's pink fur frizz up a bit, along with her artificial brown hair. Emma put the headband back onto Sophie's head and patted it, before swooping her up and going to her bedroom.
After the standard goodnight routine that often happens with parents and their kids, Emma snuggled into her bed and turned out the light, and hugged Sophie (who was also in Emma's bed) tight.
Now, Sophie's plan was simple: Wait for Emma to fall asleep, carefully slip out of the bed, tip-toe towards the bathroom, somehow climb onto the toilet, and use it. But just as Emma was drifting off, she said "Mm, goodnight, Sophie... love you..."
KEYWORDS "LOVE YOU" DETECTED. PRIMARY GOAL COMPLETE. REWARDS CENTER ACTIVATED.
Immediately, what would be an endorphin rush to humans began to surge through Sophie. All YBF toys are built with a special directive system, giving them pleasurable stimulation (or at least the best imitation of it, since it's totally not a "real" AI) throughout their whole body when a major goal or milestone is completed. In this case, it'd be "befriending a child".
Unfortunately, this quickly was replaced with a burning sensation of sorts in Sophie's crotch zone.
WARNING: Bladder compression system nearing maximum capacity. Immediate dispersion of waste liquid recommended.
(I know, I know!) Sophie thought to herself as she tossed and turned. She was about to make a bee-line for the bathroom, but Emma suddenly grabbed Sophie, still asleep. Sophie gave a somewhat muffled whimper, and doubled over as her vitality monitoring program displayed all sorts of warnings and errors. Even as a toy for children, she had to pee, and was going to do it now. The burning sensation was awful, and wetting Emma's bed would be even more awful.
Sophie scrambled out of Emma's arms, forcibly pushing herself out, causing Emma to snort and jolt awake. "S-Sophie? What's wrong?" Emma asked, but Sophie was already scrambling towards the bathroom.
However, as she went towards the bathroom, she slipped on the smooth wood flooring, crashing into the closed bathroom door.
To be continued... |
Chapter 4 - What's Wrong With A Little Contest?
2 weeks later...
It was a quiet afternoon. And in a quiet neighborhood, there stands a quiet house. The sun was shining through even a cloudy day, there was a few birds chirping outside, and there was a digital-sounding voice making grunting noises.
Wait, grunting noises?
Yep, as you can imagine, it was coming from Sophie, who had taken it upon herself to pick up some laundry that was sitting on Emma's floor. As it turns out, though, bundles of human-sized clothing is actually really heavy, at least to a small teddy bear who barely had a lifting capacity over 5 pounds. Emma was out of the house, though, as it was a school-day, so all Sophie could do to pass the time was fiddle around, maybe grab a snack once in a while, and de-fragment her memory cells.
Sophie sat down and thought of all the things that happened within the last two weeks. She had seen the nearby park, been taken to a show-and-tell session at the neighborhood's school, learned how to play all sorts of video games, peed herself... well, she preferred to not think about that part. As it turns out, bladder failure in Sophies are actually quite common with new owners, as they apparently forget that YBF toys have needs just like humans. It was a small comfort to Sophie, but just thinking about it still reddened her cheeks. Or at least they would've, but she doesn't have that kind of "flesh".
Just as Sophie began to relax, though, she heard the familiar sound of Emma coming through the door, and then the sound of a schoolbag being dropped on the floor. Sophie got up and slid down the stairs towards the first floor, but what she didn't expect was to see *two* kids there. Alongside Emma was a girl of a similar age, this one with a somewhat tanner skin, along with black hair.
"Oh, hey, Sophie! This is my friend, Olivia, from school!" said Emma, noticing Sophie's dumbfounded stare. Sophie wasn't sure how to react. Emma giggled and said "You're a bit jealous that I have multiple friends, aren't you?".
"NO!" Sophie outbursted, before quickly covering her mouth. "I mean... no, I was just surprised, you've never mentioned your friend until now!" she continued.
"Well, don't worry, Sophie. Olivia has something else to show you!" said Emma gleefully, as Olivia pulled something out of her own bag.
It was another bear like Sophie, but it had a more light-purple color scheme. It had blonde hair, and very nicely combed fur, and immediately had a smug look on it's face upon seeing the admittedly rougher looking Sophie.
"She's Ava, a Your Best Friend toy like you, Sophie!" said Olivia. "Here, look at the instructions!" she continued, tossing Sophie the information manual for Ava.
Sophie fumbled with it for a moment before unfolding it. Apparently, Avas were more or less built the same as Sophies, with about the same technical specifications, but Avas are designed with much different personality modulators, along with one feature that confused Sophie. It had a larger B.L.A.D.D.E.R, and a larger S.T.O.M.A.C.H.
"Well, nevermind,", thought Sophie. "I can still be friends with Ava!"
Emma and Olivia went into the living room to watch some TV and talk, leaving Sophie and Ava in the foyer.
(rough interpetation of foyer)
"So, you're one of those Sophies, huh?" said Ava, almost in a mocking tone. "Uhm, yes?" replied Sophie, a bit surprised at the attitude of Ava. Ava just laughed before continuing into the living room. Sophie stood motionless for a moment, trying to process the encounter that just unfolded, but eventually went into the living room as well.
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Sophie sat in Emma's lap, watching the show on the TV. It was some pre-Vapor show about a cat and mouse pulling antics on each other, and it wasn't really that interesting to Sophie, but she was enjoying the time spent with Emma anyway.
Eventually, though, Emma and Olivia began to strike up a lengthy conversation about the best kinds of k-pop (kpop? more like kpoop!), causing them to eventually release Sophie and Ava from their clutches, letting them roam around freely. Sophie was somewhat thankful, as the snack-time she had from earlier was causing extra fluids to build up in her bladder unit, so she wasted no time heading towards the toilet. "Be right back!" As she began to walk towards the bathroom, though, Ava mumbled "Already need to go so soon? Heheheh.".
Sophie glared at the fellow toy, not amused by their implication, and then at Emma, who was sitting nearby, paying no attention to what the two toys were saying. She was too busy chatting up a storm with Olivia. "Is that a challenge?" said Sophie, raising an eyebrow.
"Why, yes, perhaps it is." said Ava slyly. "Since you're the weaker one, I'll let you make the rules for this challenge."
Sophie thought about it for a moment, and then said "I'm not gonna stoop that low just to prove a point, Ava. C'mon." Ava simply laughed and said "Fine, go on then, just shows you're a baby toy that can't even hold it's wee." That did it. As the memory of when she wet herself began to flash through her mind, anger bubbled up in Sophie. "Fine, fine, I accept your challenge!", she said. "We both don't go until-"
Sophie was interrupted by Emma saying "Hey, guys, me and Olivia are having a sleepover tonight, hope you guys are ready!". Sophie paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then continued. "Whoever wees first loses the challenge. Does that sound good?" Sophie finished.
"Sounds fine to me.", replied Ava, still with a smug look on her face. She knew she would win this challenge easily. After all, she was empty and had a better waste compression system, but Sophie already had to go a little bit. It'd be a cinch, right?
To be continued... |
This is a continuation of my other series pee holding camp but this time it will feature other girls apart from the five in the original hope you enjoy
Part 1
It had only been a week before she was set to leave that Molly had found out she would be attending something called pee holding camp in truth she was a little surprised when she got the news from her mother that she would be sent here. Secretly she was skeptical about how a camp could teach her how to hold her pee but at this point she was willing to try anything as she had spent years trying every technique she could find from the internet and nothing was working as far as she could tell and nothing had worked and at this point she was getting tired of how often she was desperate to pee. Her thoughts were interrupted by a "hello" from behind her. She turned around to see her long time friend Jessica standing there. The two greeted each other as they waited for the bus to arrive to pick up them and the other girls, including Molly and Jessica they're were 50 girls all together. The one thing that made Molly and Jessica such good friends is that they both had weak bladders infact the only reason they met so soon is that they both wet themselves in the same toilet line at school and they had been best friends ever since, now neither of them had an accident in a while but there have been plenty of close calls for the both of them, but all that would be over soon as not soon after the two buses had arrived to pick up the girls.
When the girls saw the buses they noticed that they had the capacity to fit a lot more than 50 girls all together Molly figured that this was just a small year for the camp and that they usually had more girls attending. A representitive from the camp stepped out of the bus and told the gathering of girls that the buses were to be filled up as equally as possible and then told the girls to fill the buses. Luckily Molly was allowed to be on the same bus as Jessica and as they waited to board Molly looked over to the other bus and saw a slightly chubby blonde girl waiting to board the bus, the strange thing was she looked like she had to pee as she was bouncing on the spot quite a bitas she waited to get on the bus. What Molly had only now realised is that she she herself could do with relieving herself aswell. This made Molly worry a little as she knew that the camp that they were going to was a fair distance away from where they were right now and as she knew far too well her bladder wasnt the strongest. Molly tried to dismiss the thought ofher bladder as she boarded the bus with Jessica but she knew that she couldnt put it off forever.
Molly and Jessica were seated in the middle of the bus with all other seats around them filled with other girls. Molly also noticed that there was a second camp employee on the bus that they were on that was not present when they were told to board the buses. Before the buses set off the camp employee stood up to address the girls, now that Molly could get a good look at her she could see that she was a woman who looked to be in her late twenties and was dressed in typical councellor clothing. Sge started by explaining the rules of the bus which were pretty standard, she also stated that there would be a bathroom break halfway through the trip if neccesaryand after that there would be no stopping till camp. After that the buses set off for their destination and Molly spent most of the first half of the trip chatting with Jessica and staring out the window.
Whilst Molly was sitting on the bus she could feel the need in her bladder growing bigger by the minute infact she had started shifting around in her seat only ten minutes into the journey gladly no one else on the bus noticed apart from Jessica who was used to learning that she had to pee. Neverless that did not help the fact that sooner or later her bladder was going to need emptied and she prayed she could hold it till the break point. Whilst Molly was focusing on her bladder Jessica was giving her words of support which eventually just turned into a casual conversation
Jessica eventually just asked her how she was holding up to which Molly responded with not good which was as true as ever as sshe could feel her urine pushing at her urethra trying to escape her full bladder with only her strenght keeping it in. Jessica then whispered that she shouldnt worry as she said that there were surely other girls who had to pee aswell. Molly agreed with this thinking back to the blonde girl from before they got on the bus but that didnt help her and Jessica knew this so she then whispered "Look if youre not going to make it I've brought some super absorbent pads that you could use just in case." Molly wasnt even going to ask why she brought those but she was still confident in her own holding ability to refuse one at the moment besides how could she apply it in the middle of a crowded bus it'd be indecent she decided she would hold it till the break granted she wasnt sure if she could make it as it was still 45 minutes away and she was at the point where she had a hand dug in her crotch but she at least had to try. Suddenly without warning the bus hit a pothole which caused a jolt in her bladder, Molly squealed as she felt a dribble of pee escape her holding muscles as she tried to regain control over her bladder which she was luckliy able to do. As Molly breathed heavily over the shoch she looked over to the side and noticed something it was one of the other girls, two of them actually and both looked to be in the exact same circumstance she was both which there hands in their crotches desperately waiting for the break.
end of part 1 |
Part 3
It was around 9:30 am when Meghan and her group were woken up by the sound of banging on their cabin door. All 5 of the girls in the cabin arose from their bed to find it was their group counceller telling them to get up shower and get ready for breakfast. All 5 of the girls quickly grabbed a change of clothes and exited their cabin for the for the shower block. When the girls arrived they saw that they were not the first group to arrive their as their was a huge queue outside of both the showers and the toilets. One of her cabinmates who's name was Molly quickly rushed into the bathroom line along withe the other 4 members of her group, in truth Meghan had to go too but there was no way she was waiting in that line, in any other scenario she would've just peed in the shower but due to the line for the shower not being any smaller that wasnt really an option. Meghan doubled over as her bladder sent signals saying that it needed emptying, in truth she hadnt went for over 12 hours so that probably had something to do with her rather intense need. Meghan decided that she didnt want to risk having an accident infront of everyone by waiting in the very long line she would find somewhere else to pee. In any other circumstance she would just run to the cabin toilets but thanks to god only knows what they're currently out of order. She thought about going behind the toilet block but she then noticed that the line went around the toilet so she would certainly be noticed. She then decided that the best place to go would probably be the bushes behind the cabins since everyone was either at the shower or the toilets no one would be there. She quickly headed back the way she came and quickly found a bushy area where she could relieve herself privately. She rushed behind the bush expecting to find no one there only to be shocked when she got behind the bush to see two other campers with their backs to each other who were both in a squatting position and were both peeing. Meghan was shocked and the girl who saw her first tried to stop her stream but could only do so for a few seconds before it continued flowing out her pee hole, the other girl however didnt even attemp to stop peeing and just kept on peeing whilst Meghan stood their watching. The girls eventually finished and stood up after pulling thier pants and leggings up. The girl who saw Meghan first looked really embarassed and said to her "Im sorry you had to see that its just that we were bursting and the line was really long and we didnt think anyone would show up". Megahan eventually cut her off saying it was okay and that she was here to pee too. The girls didnt look surprised by this and then headed back to the showers. Now that they were gone Meghan could get back to business she quickly lowered her leggings and panties to knee height and got into a squatting position before finally letting all her bladder contents escape her. She let out a small sigh as her liquids escaped her pee hole, at first it was only a trickle but soon it turned into a small stream as flew from her pee hole and splatterd onto the grass below and added to the puddle of the two other girls. As Meghan remained in the squat she noticed how much she was peeing as it had already been 30 seconds and her pee was still going strong, she was glad she chose to come here as she probably would'nt have made it if she had chose to wait in the line at the toilets. After she had been there for 45 seconds her pee cut off and after wiping herself with some tissues she had brought she quickly headed back to the showers.
When she got back to the showers she could see that her group had only now just made it into the toilets and still had to wait which made her even more glad she had just went behind a bush. She then headed into the shower block which had a much smaller line in it now so she didnt have to wait long to get in. By the time Meghan was showered and dressed she could still hear the other showers running and as she exited the shower stall she saw her cabinmate Veronica waiting in line for someone to get out the shower. Veronica asked her where she went as she saw her run off back to the cabin earlier which took her by surprise as she thought no one had saw her, she quickly responded by saying that she forgot something and then said she'd her and the rest of the group in the mess hall.
When Megahan got in the mess hall her cabinmate Molly was right behind her and since the two were so close by they walked in and got their food together. After the girls got their food they took a seat at a table and were soon joined joined by their other cabinmates Veronica in her regular emo getup, Nikole who was cheery as ever and Amy. Whilst the girls ate lunch they spoke about what their challenge for the day would be as they were told they would be getting one. "I hope I dont end up wetting my pants again" Molly said as she flashed back to the previous holding challenge they did on the first day in which she wet herself outside the toilet while waiting for the other three to finish peeing. "At least you made it to the end of the timer " Veronica replied . Nikole then chimed in with "At least you tried to wait for a stall unlike Veronica here". Veronica snickered as she said this and said "At least I made it" as she remembered how she just decided to pee in the sink while the stalls were occupied. In truth that the not the first time Veronica had peed in the sink, she thought back to when she was really young, since the toilet her year group at school used had 5 sinks and only two stalls, for some reason, the girls just decided to start peeing in the sink if they were bursting or felt like they werent gonna make it and somehow the teachers never found out about it and if what her little sister back home says is true people still do it to this day.
When the girls had finshed breakfast they exited the mess hall to meet their counceller Angela who was waiting for them at the entrance to the forest nesr camp. When the girls arrived Angela greeted them kindly and then told them to drink 3 500ml bottles of water each, as was to be expected they were trying to learn how to hold their pee after all. Once the water had been downed Angela explained the challenge to them. She said that out in the forest was a toilet block that they were to find and when they did find it they would be allowed to go pee. Angela then stated that the water that they had drank was spiked with a dieturic to make the challenge harder. She handed out some other items one of which was a map which would lead them to the toilet which Molly took and the other thing was wristbands which Angela said would be used to tell if they had cheated and peed on the path. With everyhting the girls needed in their possesion the girls headed on their way.
After about 15 minutes of walking the girls were startingto feel the effect of the dieturic on their bladders as they were all making visual signs in the way they were walking that they needed to pee as they were all trying to keep their legs together and Veronica even had one handin her crotch. All 5 of the girls were making contributions to the navigation as they trudged down the path bladders needing to be emptied. About 15 minutes later the girls stopped for a minute to look at the map when they reached fork in the road, this annoyed Veronica who was doubled over the entire time they stopped and after some talking they picked a direction to go in which seemed like the right way to go. Eventually all 5 of the girls were really feeling the effect of the dieturic as they were all slightly hunched over as they tried to keep the pee confined to thier bladder until they reached the bathroom. Veronica was currently holding up the worst at the moment as she could feel her pee pushing against her urethra as it sloshed around inside of her, she prayed that they would reach the toilet soon. Veronica then called out to Molly and asked if they were nearly there to which she replied that they would be there in about 15 to 25 minutes. Veronica wasnt sure she could make it that long but it made her feel a little better knowing that everyone was in the same boat as her.
Eventually Veronica bladder temporarily gave in and a small leak escaped her aching pee hole and dampened her black panties. Veronica Squealed as she tried to hold the rest of her pee in whilst at the same time having to keep up with everyone as her pee hole ached from having to cut her stream off. Amy then looked back and noticed the state that Veronica was in and whilst she realised that she wasnt any better she needed some comforting. Amy was walking side by side with Veronica as they both prayed they'd reach the bathroom soon as they had no idea how long they could hold it they could feel the pee at the edge of their pee holes as they tried to hold on that little bit longer, their bladders burned with the pressure and the sheer amount of urine they were holding. Eventually they heard the words that they had been waiting for all day, Molly who was in front told them that they she could see the toilet in the distance. The other 4 girls shot their heads up to see the toilet in the distance. As soon as they were sure it was it all 5 of them ran as fast as they could towards the toilet with Molly up in front Meghan second,Nikole just behind her and Amy and Veronica running side by side. When the girls arrived they burst into the toilet to see that it had five stalls. All of the girls ran in with Veronica taking the one closest to the door. When she had the door shut and locked Veronica turned round expecting to see a traditonal toilet only to see it was nothing more than a hole in the ground, she didnt care though she quickly threw her shorts and panties down and quickly squatted below the toilet and as soon as she was in the right position her pee violently exited out of her pee hole as she let out a large sigh of relief while the other 4 girls did the same. When Veronica calmed down she looked down to see her pee exiting her body faster than she had ever seen it do before, infact she was pretty proud of herself for holding this much pee. Eventually the first of the 5 girls exited the stall, Veronica was pretty sure it was Amy as the door that opened was definitely closest to her. One by one the girls exited the stall with Veronica being the last to exit after her pee cut off after well over a minute. Veronica soon exited the stall. Only to see Angela standing outside with a jeep next to her. She greeted the girls and then said something which shook them to the core. What she said was "Are you ready for youre next challenge?"
To be continued. |
Kneading Knight
Knight woke early as was his usual routine. Starting work at 5:30am in the supermarket bakery he had little choice but to. However today he needed a little extra time to get ready. Having been through a thorough and rigorous interview stage Knight had been chosen to represent the company on their social media accounts in adverts for their own make of fresh bread. Knight was excited.
He walked the mile to work in the dark and cold, clocked in and changed into his bakery gear. The film crew were already setting up and Knight was fitted with a microphone and extra lights were set up.
Knight was to be filmed as if it was a typical shift as he made bread of all different types and prepared them for sale. Knight had been chosen for his character, his baking ability, his outstanding cleanliness and his physique. Dark skinned, lean, with jet black silky hair he was lovely to look at as well as being great at baking. At just 25 he also had the youth appeal that the company strived for on social media.
Knight washed his hands and took a drink of water as the heat from the extra lighting made him warm already. He’d already had a large cup of coffee before leaving home with his breakfast. He prepared the water and yeast beating it until it bubbled and placed some flour on the work surface which was spotlessly clean.
‘Stop. Let’s take some still pictures before you go on Knight. This is so perfect and will really promote the image we want. Just pause and stay exactly as you are.’
Knight paused, bemused at the sudden interest in all things bread but excited at the prospect of being on show.
‘Right, as you were again’
Knight stopped to drink some more water. He’d never felt so warm in the open plan kitchen as he was today. He proceeded to pour more flour onto the surface of the worktop in ten identical circular piles. It was standard to make ten loaves at once followed immediately by ten others until the correct amount was ready for sale before cleaning up and starting on the next type of bread. With ten piles of flour all in circles neatly Knight checked each one before having another beat of the large mixture of yeast and water.
It was while beating the water mixture that Knight felt his first twinge. He ignored it and walked to the first batch of flour, pouring an exact amount of mixture and mixing with a fork until it formed a slightly sticky dough. He placed the fork in the sink and began kneading.
Another twinge. He was too busy for such things right now but this one lingered a little longer and Knight moved from foot to foot briefly whilst kneading. Each loaf took ten minutes to knead and with nine more still to do Knight quickly calculated that he had 90 minutes before he could use the bathroom as the bread needed to be ready for 9am for the morning rush. Thankfully a colleague was already nearby working on the other products like pancakes, morning rolls, cakes and hot cross buns. With the oven already on and the extra lighting Knight was beginning to sweat. He placed the first kneaded dough in the fridge to settle and moved into the next.
Pouring more water and yeast mixture set off Knight’s bladder again and another twinge hit.
‘You ok to film this Knight? This is great stuff mate. Keep it up.’
Knight smiled and before beginning kneading the second dough he drank some more water. He kneaded the dough moving a little more than he did with the first one. Inwardly he cursed his bladder for filling so fast as finally the second dough was ready to be put in the fridge.
Once again Knight washed his hands, the running water aggravating his growing need to pee.
By the fifth dough Knight was really aware that he could do with a toilet break. However, not only was he being filmed but he had a time limit on the task which needed complete. The ovens were already on to warm and Knight had to get the bread in to bake soon. He kneaded at the bread imagining he was kneading somewhere altogether more personal as his legs moved behind the worktop and his toes curled trying to hold back his bladder.
‘Fantastic stuff. Knight you are outstanding at kneading, my man. You do it with such passion and intensity like your life depends on it. Absolutely brilliant! Keep it up.’
Knight WAS needing like his life depended on it as his bladder filled more and more and his penis ached to be pressed or squeezed or even better whipped out of its enclosure in his clothes and free to explode.
Another hand wash and this time Knight was really struggling to remain composed. He was jiggling his legs as the warm running water over his hands send strong urges from his bladder for release.
Still he had kneading to complete.
He dried his hands and poured the water and yeast mixture onto the sixth lot of flour. Leaning on the worktop Knight squeezed his upper legs together and leaned forward. He’d never had to go as much in a shift as he did now, but then again he always went right before his shift started and with all the preparation for filming he had completely forgotten this morning. Now he was definitely regretting that.
Knight kneaded with his teeth clenched and sweat on his forehead. He pressed the dough against the worktop with both hands and rubbed, squeezed and massaged it in every direction as he rubbed his own crotch as discreetly as possible against the worktop out of sight.
‘You’re a master at this. It’s like you knead with every single part of your body. It’s incredible to watch. The way you move, almost dance as you knead that dough...sublime mate. This will be world class I can feel it. It’ll go viral!’
Knight had almost forgotten about the cameras as his own bodily needs intensified continually. He was bursting for release now, barely able to stand still, sweating and very uncomfortable and rather nervous he might not be able to hold off until all the bread was in the oven. But he had to. He just HAD to somehow hold.
Knight wanted to scream as he washed his hands yet again. He bent one leg behind him and muttered ‘oh God’ to himself. This was something else. He longed to run to the loo and relax but that wasn’t an option. Neither was pissing himself though, and as he dried his hands on the towel he couldn’t stop himself having a quick grab at his throbbing penis which was now half erect and moving now and again of it’s own doing as it tried in vain not to release.
Three more doughs. Just half an hour or so to go. Knight bit his lip and poured the water and yeast mixture into the pre arranged flour. He hopped on one leg as he did so almost losing his balance.
‘Knight you ok?’
‘Em...do you need to keep filming still? I’m almost finished then these go in the oven. It’s the exact same as I have done so far if you feel you have enough?’
Knight longed for the cameras to be shut off. He was so close to wetting himself and feared this might end up on film. He couldn’t stand still at all now moving around with his legs non stop as he wiggled and squirmed as he kneaded dough number 7.
‘What do you think Stu? You got enough of the kneading yet?’
‘Absolutely not! I could watch this stuff forever. It’s captivating, drawing, almost addictive..and it’s got a strange sort of sexual feel about it somehow too. I actually had no idea this would be so...entertaining? It’s like the longer he does this the more...intense...gratifying even it gets. I’m going to keep going right to the end Knight. You are going to have fans all over the place with this stuff. I guarantee you that!’
‘Well Stu knows his stuff Knight so you just keep on with whatever you are doing. It’s obviously exactly what everyone wants.’
Knight wanted to cry. In fact his eyes filled with tears regardless as his whole body fought to keep his bladder at bay. How could people actually enjoy watching anyone kneading he wasn’t sure but he absolutely needed very badly to use the toilet and he was certain if he didn’t go soon his body would just go regardless.
Just two doughs now. He could do this.
He tensed his entire body as he washed his hands quickly. Filming or not he had to do whatever it took now to prevent an accident. He poured the penultimate mixture onto the flour and began forking it together. A sudden and very strong urge hit and Knight pressed the dough hard against the worktop with both hands as if pressing his own dick. He pulled at the dough and pressed right again working the dough between his hands exactly as he longed to work his own testicles and penis, all the time his crotch pressing against the worktop and circling and pounding as if he was with his wife, his penis getting more erect and longing as he did so.
Losing himself in the moment as another strong urge pounded Knight bent forward and leaned heavily on the counter as he tensed his whole lower body in an attempt to keep his piss inside.
Knight moaned softly as his hands continued kneading the dough while his lower body pulsated in urgency.
‘It’s like you are in a whole different universe Knight. Like you have transported yourself somewhere and every fibre in your body feels and responds to your kneading. It’s making my hairs stand up it’s so good. What’s your secret?’
‘Mmm. Grrr. Ahhh’
‘See what I mean Alex. We absolutely couldn’t have missed this. He just gets better and better the longer he’s kneading! Are you watching this?’
Knight put the ninth dough in the fridge and washed his hands, this time aware his body was starting to really struggle as a few drips leaked out his aching anatomy between his legs. Thank goodness for his underwear, work trousers and bakery apron which between then should conceal the urine that he had felt leak out the tip of his manhood.
But Knight was determined. One last dough and then he could run off to the lavatory before filling the ovens. Ten more minutes.
Knight raced over to the final dough clumsily pressing his thighs tight together. He curled his toes, tightened his muscles and bounced on the heel of his feet as he twisted his body and screamed at it internally to hold on just a bit longer. He could hardly look as he poured the last of the water and yeast mix onto the flour and forked it together. Twisting his legs, bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side he placed the fork aside and put the sticky dough in his hands as the cameras continued to roll. Knight rolled it into a loose sausage shape then caressed the dough up and down then holding it in one hand he let the dough relax and flop and land on the table loosely as his own anatomy of the same shape shook inside his underwear ready to explode with warm urine. Knight pressed his thighs against the worktop in a last ditch attempt to stop himself pissing ferociously. His heart was beating fast, his forehead swearing, his mouth clenched and even his buttocks tensed while his hands worked the dough from hand to hand despite his hands sweating intensely. Knight moaned softly as he massaged the dough for the final time.
Suddenly he went stiff and slipped a hand under the work top to grab between his leg. As he did so he could feel a spurt pushing out of his dick despite every ounce of his concentration trying to prevent it. He dropped the dough in a dish and hobbled to the fridge, quickly placing it there then rushing off without even saying t8 the crew where he was going.
Off camera Knight grabbed himself openly bending forwards as he pushed the double doors with his head and aimed for the nearest bathroom. He’d never in his life had to piss so bloody badly and he wasn’t sure he’d even make it.
Knight pushed the toilet door open with tears in his eyes and an aching bladder that pushed against the tied apron around him. Knight had no time to lock the door as he pulled the apron aside, unzipped his trousers fly, fished out his damp and weary dick from his boxers and held it over the toilet. Immediately a rush of warm fast urine soared out of him splashing loudly and foaming in the toilet beneath him. Knight pissed then pissed some more. He couldn’t stop even if he tried as a lone tear dropped down his dark face wetting his sweaty back hair as it did so.
‘Good God Almighty that was close!’
Flushing and tucking himself back in Knight could feel his underwear very damp and warm but his trousers only showed a small amount of wetness covered well by his apron.
He washed his hands again and headed back to fill the ovens.
The crew filmed some bread rising, being sliced and package and even being picked from the shelves. A week later the short film was released across the whole social media company network. Within days, as predicted it went viral. Knight was even invited onto day time TV where the talking point was his unique and sexy way of kneading. Knight was too embarrassed to admit what his secret was or why he moved the way he did when being filmed. One night days later in the comfort of his own home he browsed Facebook and saw a clip with the title ‘supermarket baker desperate to piss whilst kneading bread’. It was liked 71.3 million times and shared worldwide. Knight read the comments laughing ‘we’ve all been there!’ ‘He looks pretty bursting to me!’ ‘Wonder if he made it?’
Knight thought about replying but he needed to do something first. He was rocking on the couch about to piss himself having had one too many beers but wanted to watch himself first before he went. Thank goodness the advert was just a few minutes long. He didn’t think he’d last otherwise! |
Many of you probably know Present's stories March of the Valkyries and The Conqueress. If you haven't read them, they're wonderful stories, full of messing and fear accidents. We've been collaborating on more stories set in this universe, featuring the character Ulrika. And, like it says in the title, there's some extra art by Livinginfinite at the end.
Hope you enjoy!
Virago Queen: Thunder
“We’ll be arriving at the war camp within the hour, Your Majesty,” One of Ulrika’s royal guards informed her. “If all has gone according to plan, the fort should have fallen.”
“That such a small obstacle has troubled us for this long is an embarrassment,” Ulrika responded coldly. A single, understaffed, lightly-armed Gothian fort had stalled a major military operation for weeks on end, and Ulrika had grown tired of the commander’s excuses. Redirecting a larger army, she intended to crush the fort into ruin on that very day. That army had been embattled with the fort since dawn, and should have achieved victory well before her arrival. God save them if they, too, have failed me, the queen thought bitterly.
Along with a small contingent of royal guards, her assistant Iris also rode alongside her. The young lady was being her usual quiet, reserved self. Her face bore a somber, pensive look that Ulrika knew reflected Iris’ desire to be as far from the site of a battle as possible. She was a gentle soul, and appreciated being as far away from danger, and from the more gruesome side of nature as possible.
The roar of distant thunder demanded Ulrika’s attention. For a moment, she thought it might’ve been cannonfire. Breathing a sigh of relief, she observed as a blanket of clouds released a deluge upon the land some ways away. Her bladder felt a kinship with the storm, and threatened to release its own deluge. She’d been riding for hours, and had not one opportunity to relieve herself. Certainly no opportunity presented itself where she could relieve herself without exposing her most closely held secret: the large diaper wrapped snugly around her waist.
Ulrika had convinced herself that she’d be able to hold it until they arrived at the war camp, but she quickly lost faith in that plan. Even though they were so close, she knew that her generals could hardly wait to inundate her with meetings and discussions. It would be at least another few hours before she had a moment to herself. Exhaling in annoyance, the Virago Queen opted to release her hold then and there, and at the very least end one of her discomforts. Iris had ever proven to be a faithful and loyal confidant, and would be more than happy to change her later.
With a sharp inhale, she let go. Almost immediately, the warmth of her piss flooded the front of her diaper. The hot urine filled the space between her thighs, and then reached her rear. She hated the sensation of it, but she couldn’t resist the blissful smile that came with the relief. The garment began to swell, and forced her legs apart ever so slightly. The queen’s bladder continued to empty itself, and she began to worry that it could leak.
“The camp is just ahead, now, Your Majesty,” One of her escorts said. His announcement caught her entirely by surprise, and her stream of piss momentarily doubled in its intensity.
“Ah, e-excellent,” Ulrika replied. She tried to remain stately and regal, but it proved difficult to do while she was actively urinating in her pants. “All of you, ride ahead and prepare them for my arrival.”
“At once, Your Majesty,” With a hard spur of his horse, the guardsman took off, the others following closely behind him.
At last, her bladder was empty. The diaper between her legs was swollen and soaking, and she feared it could leak at any moment. “Iris,” She said, in a commanding yet gentle tone.
The young woman jumped slightly in surprise, “Y-yes?”
“When we find a moment to ourselves, I shall require your assistance with a delicate matter.” For a long time, Iris had served the queen in this way, and Ulrika knew her message was clear. Even so, the blush of her cheeks was certainly telling of her predicament.
“Oh, of course, my Queen. We should be well-stocked of your… equipment.” Iris knew better than to say aloud that the Virago Queen wore diapers. Nonetheless, Ulrika was grateful for her assistant’s discretion.
The two women approached the outskirts of the war camp, and none too soon. The sensation of the wet diaper being squished against her by her horse’s saddle irritated Ulrika to no end. Busy soldiers and officers scurried about, carrying arms and munitions to and fro. Many people were shouting, and many soldiers were running ahead, weapons at the ready.
It was then that Ulrika realized: perhaps it wasn’t just thunder she’d been hearing.
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The Virago Queen certainly has an interesting way of showing gratitude, thought Brenna. She served her queen as a lord commander with a decently sized regiment under her control. Before that, however, she was called the Howling Gale on the battlefield. She was a famous warrior, having slain countless of the throne’s enemies. For her courage and valor, she was to be awarded with power and authority.
How nice those things had seemed, before Brenna found herself overseeing the most pitiful group of pants-pissers she’d ever seen.
An unfortunate symptom of having an almighty warrior-queen serving as an icon to your people was that it inspired even the most unfit citizens to sign up as soldiers. The Queen had felt that if anyone could turn these weaklings into killers, it would be the Howling Gale. What followed had been months of Brenna and her subordinate Signe attempting to educate nearly three hundred women in the ways of war. She’d tried to teach them advanced techniques, but it was all so far above their heads. She’d tried to show them basic battle strategy, but Brenna was better suited to carrying out strategies, not making them- certainly not teaching them.
When they finally met an enemy in open combat, half of her forces wouldn’t even leave their cover, preferring instead to wallow in their own puddles and messes. She’d punished them thoroughly after that.
They’d improved, at least a little, but then she was commanded to capture a Gothian fortress. Every last offense she’d planned against the enemy base crumbled when exposed to her regiment’s sheer ineptitude. And now the queen will finally see the hopelessness of trying to train these people, she thought. Scandian reinforcements had arrived some days ago, and immediately seized control of the situation from Brenna. Whatever plan they’d concocted had been thrown into chaos when a contingent of Gothian reinforcements took everyone by surprise.
And now Brenna found herself stuck in a ditch with five of her soldiers. Gunfire soared overhead, effectively serving as a roof. Skilled as she was, Brenna knew that showing her head over the edge of the pit was certain death. She was condemned to wait until the Scandian forces had pushed far enough to draw the focus off of them.
She found the waiting distasteful, but her company in the ditch was absolutely intolerable. Five soldiers, and three of them had pissed themselves. One of the wet women had a large brown stain and wet bulge resting in the seat of her trousers, and she was confident she saw another bulge in the seat of the woman next to her. Only two of them had managed to not ruin their underwear in some way.
When, at last, the gunfire abated, Brenna wasted no time standing and climbing out of the pit. “C-commander Brenna!” one of her soldiers called after her. Brenna turned to see the woman she was only fairly sure had soiled herself addressing her, “W-w-what should we do? There’s so many of them,”
“Either follow behind me or cower in this pit,” She replied gruffly, “Whatever you decide, just keep out of my way.” Readying her rifle, she charged forward, free at last of that filthy hole in the ground.
Bullets raced by her as she advanced. She didn’t scare easily, but the fear of being shot was a powerful and universal one. She felt the familiar adrenaline rush, the erratic and rapid beating of her heart, and the slightest twinge in her bladder- all long time companions of hers. Swift as the wind for which she was given her title, she gunned down two Gothian soldiers before they could move to dodge her. Charging through the barricade they’d been using, she was ambushed by a hidden man. With startling speed, he raised his knife, and brought it down. A small gasp escaped her lips, but her instincts took over and kept her alive.
With a speedy sidestep, she dodged the knife, and drove the butt of her rifle into the man’s throat. He stumbled and fell backwards, giving Brenna enough time to raise her weapon high, and bring down the bayonet into his chest.
She was panting, and felt dampness at her crotch. While she prided herself on being fearless, it could be said that her body was not as brave as her mind. She had a consistent tendency to leak on herself when in combat. To remedy this, she wore thicker underwear than most. Layers of cloth wrapped around her groin in an approximation of panties. She would defend to the death that this garment was not a diaper, and that she did not wet herself.
Collecting herself, she analyzed the battlefield around her. Scandian cavalry had begun a fierce charge, and appeared to be smashing apart any Gothian lines. Before long, only the Gothians taking cover in the fort would be safe, and only until Scandian forces breached it. The thought of being the one to take the enemy stronghold filled her with excitement. At last, this thorn in her side could be removed. Ignoring the minor wetness between her thighs, she pressed on, towards the fort.
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Ulrika found herself somewhat happy that she’d emptied her bladder before reaching her destination. She’d been able to do so slowly and deliberately- ensuring no leaks. Had she entered into the warzone before her with a full bladder, she knew there was a good chance she’d have caused it to overflow. She was ashamed to know such a thing, but she couldn’t deny it.
Minutes after her arrival, a large force of Gothian soldiers had arrived to break the siege. She couldn’t be sure of their numbers, but there was certainly no shortage of them. Scandian soldiers rushed to take positions behind hastily made fortifications. The cacophonous shouts of countless officers attempting to organize their forces formed a background of noise to the innumerable gunshots and the thunder of cannons.
Beside her, Iris was shaking, looking like she might fall off of her horse at any second. Ulrika half expected to see a growing urine stain upon her servant’s red dress, but it seemed Iris managed to keep her bladder under her control. “Iris,” Ulrika said in an authoritative voice, hiding her own fear, “Get somewhere safe, wait until the fighting is over.”
“Y-y-yes, Your M-Majesty,” The woman could barely speak, and her face was pale as death. With a kick, she sped off on her steed, searching for shelter.
Ulrika longed to join her. Already, her heart was pounding, and a cold knot in her stomach threatened to take control of her body away at any second. She shook her head, and steeled herself. She was the Virago Queen, not some little infant who soiled herself and ran at the slightest fright. She would be the stone that this Gothian army would break upon.
Pulling her grand, double-barrelled rifle from its holster, she rode towards the sounds of thunder.
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Signe could not tell if she was the luckiest or unluckiest woman in the world. She’d been a short distance from the rest of the camp when the Gothians launched their surprise attack, and this allowed her to use the surrounding woods for cover while she fired on the assailants. However, she’d been apart from the others on account of her need to relieve herself. She’d hoped to find a moment of privacy, but now found herself trying to snipe Gothians whilst keeping her thighs held together.
The young soldier had positioned herself atop a small hill, and had a grand view of the unfolding battle. Scandian fortifications and a few old buildings had made for excellent cover to lay siege to the fort, but now the Gothians had pushed so far forward many of these defenses now belonged to them.
An enemy soldier rounded a corner, and levelled his rifle at the female soldier taking cover there. With a quick twist and a squeeze of the trigger, Signe planted a bullet in his chest. The man and his rifle crashed to the ground, unmoving. The woman she’d just saved looked towards Signe’s impromptu nest, still in a bit of a stupor. With her sharp eyes, Signe noticed with sympathy that there was a quickly expanding stain on the front of the woman’s uniform pants.
She turned her attention to a line of Gothian marksmen who’d reversed one of the Scandian barricades, and were using it for cover. They were effectively turning a long stretch of ground into a killing floor. Signe fired, and the first of the Gothian soldiers dropped. The one closest to him lost his focus, and in that second she took him down, as well. The remaining soldiers crouched low, fully hiding behind their cover. With their overwatch ended, Scandian forces promptly advanced towards them. They wouldn’t last much longer.
Signe then turned to the next cluster of Gothians. She aimed and placed her shot, but felt a slick heat flowing into her underwear just before pulling the trigger. Alarmed at leaking, her shot went wide, and impacted a tree next to her target. With some gestures and shouting, suddenly the eyes of several Gothian marksmen fell upon her perch. Signe’s eyes went wide, and she dove behind a nearby tree trunk for cover. Lying flat on her stomach, she pressed her body against the ground as tightly as possible.
A hailstorm of bullets followed only a second after. Dirt and bark were launched into the air, and the terrifying howl of passing bullets was all she could hear. Her bladder, made lax with fear, spilled its contents into her trousers. Lying flat upon the ground, it soaked the front of her pants, puddling in the dirt, and reaching down to her knees. The fetid warmth spread to the bottom of her shirt and jacket, and tears of relief stung her eyes. Her stream died down to a trickle, and at last it was finished.
Doing her utmost to remain hidden, she crawled away from the stump, moving downhill. She would need to find a new position, and she would need to be more subtle. Crawling through the brush, her cold and clammy pants stuck to her thighs, and the scent was thick. Signe had heard that Queen Ulrika would be making an appearance that day, and she dearly wanted not to face her queen in piss-soaked clothes.
Once she’d found another vantage point, she took care to conceal her location. Without the nagging of a full bladder, her accuracy and reaction notably improved. Earlier, she’d wished for a quick battle, so that she could finish it and retreat to somewhere private to empty her bladder; now she was hoping it would rage for long enough that she’d dry off under the sun.
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Iris hadn’t needed much convincing to run to safety. She’d sped away on her horse, but soon found that the Gothian assault had been so rapid and brutal that shelters were in rather short supply.Much worse than that, though, was her appearance. She wore a red dress, and rode a horse of excellent breed. She looked to the Gothians very much like a person of high standing within Scandia.
She looked very much like a target.
Struggling to find anywhere that looked safe, and like it would continue to be safe, the young woman had no choice but to dart back and forth between anything that resembled cover. When the first bullet sped passed her head, she nearly fainted. With every ounce of willpower she had, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her horse’s head for stability. A long jet of urine soaked into her panties, sending several droplets down her thighs. More bullets came, each one only narrowly missing.
In her addled, terrified state, she decided to abandon her mount, and seek a small hovel to hide in. Dismounting while as numb as she was proved difficult, and she more akin to falling off her horse and landing on her backside. Her legs shaking and unable to carry her, she crawled over to a large stone wall, one looking to belong to a church, and covered her head with her hands, willing the fight to be over.
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Ulrika’s anger at the failure of her forces was immeasurable, and matched only by the dread that filled her heart. The Gothians were known for fighting ferociously to the bitter end, and they’d haunted her nightmares since she first began her campaign against them. The Virago Queen did everything in her power to clear her mind, and focus on the battle. Mounted atop her powerful steed, and wielding her ornate rifle, she rode to the site of one of the more fierce engagements.
She came upon two Scandian soldiers, both huddled behind some crates for cover. One of them, at least, was attempting to fight. She leaned over the boxes and fired, although the large wet streaks down her legs betrayed her fearful incontinence. The other, however, was sitting with her knees pulled to her chest, no weapon in sight. She sat in a large puddle, and a large, rounded bulge rested in the seat of her pants, tinging them brown.
“Disgraceful!” She shouted at them. The one who still had her weapon spun around in alarm, before lifting her hand in a shaky salute when she realized who had approached her. The other looked up, and whimpered slightly. “You are here to fight for your country, soldiers! If you cannot even keep from soiling yourselves, then you have no place on my battlefield!”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty,” The one who’d only wet herself replied. She shook slightly, and Ulrika noted the renewed wetness blossoming at the woman’s crotch.
“If you’ve any honor or love for your country, you’ll advance and fight for it!” Seeing the mighty Virago Queen in all her splendor, the whimpering soldier managed to stand. Urine dripped from her trousers, but she gave a dutiful salute to Ulrika.
“For Scandia!” She said, with as much force as her voice could muster.
“For Scandia!” Said the other, as she turned to resume firing.
Satisfied, Ulrika rode ahead. Bullets flew by her, and she knew she must have been the target of more than one Gothian gunman. Heat around her groin informed her that her bladder had just released whatever urine was still inside it. Once again, she found herself silently praying that the stress and strain the fight was putting on both herself and her diaper wouldn’t cause a leak. She tried to remain calm, and to center herself; the army here was positively massive. The Gothians were fighting with their usual suicidal vigor, but they could not hope to defeat their much larger host.
Her fear was intense, having already overwhelmed her bladder, but Ulrika was still a skilled combatant. As she rode, she quickly shot down the Gothians in her immediate vicinity. Her forces were following quickly behind her, having been galvanized by her presence. With the might Virago Queen serving as their inspiration, the Scandian army was ready to vanquish any foe.
And the Gothians knew that. Already she looked the part of an officer, and thus a target, but when it became clear that she was the legendary Queen and the architect of Scandia’s imperialism, nearly all guns were trained on her.
The first few bullets smashed into the ground near her horse, and she thought little of them. As more came, she kicked her horse into a gallop. Speeding through the battlements, the ground around her was being torn away by the hailstorm of gunfire. Tears of abject terror burned at her eyes, and she wanted so badly to scream. Her fear took root in her bowels, then, and spilled its contents out. Wet mush filled the back of her diaper to the brim, coating her rear end. As her backside smashed repeatedly against the saddle, her release was smeared against her.
At last, a bullet hit a mark. Mercifully, it had missed Ulrika herself, but instead struck her horse in the flank. It reared upwards in sudden pain, flinging her from its back. Wasting no time, she righted herself, and stood up just in time to see her horse running off into the woods. In a frightened panic, she turned and ran towards the nearest cover she could find. Her legs did not take her far, and she tripped and fell forward, behind a stone wall.
A shrill, terrified scream startled Ulrika, and she looked up to see none other than Iris pressed against the wall. She was shaking, and it seemed as though she wasn’t expecting the storm of bullets Ulrika had brought to her hiding place, and was certainly not prepared for someone to jump in with her. A wet spot had blossomed on the front of her dress, and grew rapidly into an irregular, oblong circle. Trails of wetness raced down the sides of the crimson fabric while a large stain gradually worked its way to the bottom. Streams and drops of piss fell from her hem, creating a growing puddle underneath her.
As she continued to wet herself, she calmed slightly, and seemed to recognize who had just joined her. “Q-Queen Ulrika?!” For a second, she almost looked relieved.
“Iris? I ordered you to go somewhere safe!”
“There wasn’t anywhere! This was-”
The shouting of Gothian words silenced the both of them. Someone was close, and calling to his compatriots. Ulrika did not know the words he spoke, but she knew the tone. Here! Here! She imagined him relaying to his friends, She’s hiding over here! She reached for her weapon, only to find it absent. It had been thrown to places unknown when she fell from her horse. The two of them were defenseless. Her heart racing, she lifted a brick from the ground, preparing to defend herself.
Footsteps drew near. Closer, closer, until Ulrika was certain the soldier would round the corner at any second.
But with the crack of a single rifle firing, the footsteps abruptly stopped. Ulrika turned towards the source of the shot, and saw a female Scandian soldier rising from cover. A large wet patch adorned her trousers.
The woman began to walk towards them, until the explosive thunder of artillery drowned out all other sounds. A spot not too distant from their hide was smote with a fiery explosion. The markswoman dove into a nearby building for safety. The miniature earthquake it created shook Ulrika to her core, and she cowered behind the wall. Tucking her knees in, and covering her head, it was all she could do not to pass out. The Gothians had seen her run this way. They’d heard the words of the soldier who’d come looking. They knew she was hiding. All they had to do was destroy any potential cover until they finally struck her.
When the next explosion came, Ulrika soiled herself even further. More wet mush filled out her diaper, creating a bulge in her trousers. It would take a miracle for it not to leak.
A third explosion came, but never a fourth. The queen dared to look up, and beheld that the fighting was nearly over. Scandian forces had advanced extremely quickly, and braved the walls of the fort. Within minutes, the fighting would be well and truly over. She stood, taking stock of how heavy her pants had become. She’d produced an impressive amount of shit, and she was certain the front was practically waterlogged. Iris, too, had calmed herself, and shamefully grabbed the front of her dress, feeling the massive piss stain.
“Is… Is it over?” Iris said in her demure, timid voice. Stumbling over to the edge of the wall, she peered at the fort, and saw the concluding battle. While her assistant inspected the fort, Ulrika’s eyes were drawn to the back of her skirt. The queen was disheartened to see that, despite everything, Iris had actually managed not to soil herself. Ulrika hated her own cowardice so very much. Even her servant, who was woefully frightened of everything, hadn’t made as much of a mess of herself as Ulrika had.
“It… Would appear so, yes,” At the queen’s observation, Iris loudly exhaled in gratitude that they were safe. “Iris,” She muttered, getting the young woman’s attention, “In a moment, I shall require your… assistance.”
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“Disgraceful,” Brenna’s forceful voice rang out over the now quiet war camp. Her regiment now stood in formation in front of her. Nearly three hundred pairs of pissed pants. Brenna couldn’t be sure how many had soiled themselves, but the absolutely nauseating odor indicated it was a sizeable portion. The soldiers before averted their eyes. Their faces burned with shame, and she knew some were crying, or close to crying. Entirely unacceptable behavior for warriors of the Scandian empire.
Even her right-hand-woman Signe had wet herself in the fray. Brenna was certain this entire assignment was intended to be a punishment for some unknown slight against the Virago Queen.
And speak of the Devil… Brenna thought, seeing the tall and imposing figure of her country’s ruler approaching. The Queen’s assistant followed close behind her, looking much like one of Brenna’s less-than-continent soldiers, with the massive urine stain on the front of her skirt.
Standing in the proper posture, Brenna saluted her queen. Predictably, Ulrika wore quite a scowl on her face. Murmurs spread throughout her regiment, and the many soiled soldiers clumsily and inelegantly snapped to attention and saluted her. “Your Majesty, Queen Ulrika! I-”
“Choose your words carefully, lord commander,” Ulrika said with a dangerous edge in her voice that made Brenna’s throat feel dry. “I want you to explain to me, firstly, why an imperceptibly small force held you at bay for this long. Long enough that enemy reinforcements could arrive. Had my forces not joined the battle when we had, you and your entire regiment would have been killed. Secondly, explain to me how it is that hardly a single one of your troops managed not to ruin their uniforms with their own waters and waste.
Explain to me, ‘Howling Gale’, how you permitted this disgrace to befall your homeland.”
Brenna could feel her composure cracking like glass. The Virago Queen was legendarily cruel when it came to punishing failure in her ranks. A slight warmth at her groin warned her how close she was to losing control of her bladder. She swallowed, then answered, “My queen,” her voice was hoarse, “I did all that I could to teach these people. They aren’t soldiers, they-”
“You were to make them into soldiers,” A cold fury radiated behind her words.
Brenna coughed slightly, the dryness in her throat almost choking her, “I… I failed to do so, Your Highness,” admittance of failure did not come easily to her, but the queen would not tolerate excuses. “Lieutenant Signe and I tried fervently to educate our charges, but it is my belief that none of them possess the mettle to serve in your armies.”
The words did nothing to assuage the mighty queen’s anger. “How ‘fervently’ could you have tried, lord commander? The people I left in your care could only cower and wet themselves when they were called to serve.”
“Your Majesty, I must confess that I do not understand!” Brenna’s voice was confused and desperate. “I am one of your finest soldiers, I have slain countless many of your enemies. Why have I been relegated to teaching these overgrown children who cannot even control their own bladders? Have I done something to warrant this punishment?” Her tone shifted from pleading to angry by the end of her rant, but her blood ran cold when she saw how Ulrika’s face twisted from cold fury to murderous intent. Quick pulses of her piss soaked into her underwear as she leaked even more.
“Commander Brenna,” Ulrika said slowly. She took a step forward, and Brenna quickly took a frightened step back. “I placed you in charge of this regiment specifically because of your talents. I had faith in you to turn them into loyal and powerful soldiers of Scandia. All you have to offer me are excuses and accusations. All you can give me, after all that I have given you, is failure.” The queen continued to walk towards her. Brenna had completely abandoned her posture, and was fearfully backstepping. The warmth of urine saturated her groin. She knew that she was not just leaking, she had begun to wet herself.
Her regiment only watched, silent and bewildered. In the quiet, the harsh hiss of her voiding bladder was clear as day. In disgust, Ulrika lowered her gaze to Brenna’s crotch. She raised an eyebrow when there was no wetness there. Brenna could feel her release flooding her privates, the garment growing heavy between her legs. “Are you… ” Ulrika began, but continued to observe. The queen’s gaze sharpened even further. Brenna guessed that she was piecing together what was hiding under her trousers. The terrifying queen’s visage evaporated whatever control was left of the lord commander’s bladder. Hot piss sprayed into her underwear, soaking them beyond their capacity. Crescents of wetness formed on each of her thighs, and raced downwards. Small puddles formed at her feet.
“Shame upon shame,” the queen said coldly. With a quick and harsh motion, she gripped Brenna’s trousers, and yanked them down. Brenna gasped loudly as her special, protective undergarments were put on display. The white cloth had been thoroughly stained yellow. “You insult and chastise them, when you are no better. Perhaps I truly did overestimate you, Howling Gale.”
The edge in the queen’s voice was pure ice. Brenna was certain the Virago Queen was going to have her killed. “Y-Your Majesty, P-please!” She begged, as a quick burst of flatulence and accompanying crackling announced the emptying of her bowels. Wet mush piled in the seat of her “panties,” some escaping the cuffs and dripping down her thigh. The release was large, and her now bulging underwear began to slide down her thighs. Gripping the sides, she pulled them back up, too numb with fear to mind how it made her mess press against her rear.
“Lord commander Brenna, I hereby strip you of your rank. Wash the filth off of yourself, and meet me in the command tent for the assignment of your punishment.” Brenna felt tears stinging her eyes. Her entire regiment could only stare, wide-eyed, at her pathetic display in front of them. Ulrika looked to Signe, and spoke, “Lieutenant Signe, I presume?”
“Y-yes, Your Majesty!” Signe dutifully answered, a little surprised to be called upon.
“You killed a man who was only seconds away from revealing my position to Gothian cannoneers. I daresay my servant and I only escaped the bombardment thanks to you.”
“Ah, uh, of course, Your Majesty! I would gladly lay down my life for you!”
“And yet,” Ulrika’s eyes drifted down to the wetness of Signe’s thighs. “It would appear that fear made a fool of you as well.”
“F-forgive me, my queen,”
“However, despite your fear, you fulfilled your duty as a soldier. You did not let your terror stand in your way. You accomplished much today, proving your courage.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Signe opted for a simple response.
“I see now that I made an error appointing the Howling Gale to be the commander of this regiment. If anyone can teach them of courage and duty, it is you. I hereby appoint you as lord commander of this regiment.”
The queen and her assistant departed, leaving a stunned Signe and a shamed Brenna standing alone in front of the many Scandian Soldiers. A chill breeze swept between Brenna’s bare thighs, reminding her that her trousers rested around her ankles, and her ruined diaper was perfectly visible to hundreds of people. Holding back her tears, she yanked her pants back up, cringing as it forced the cold, wet, and soiled garment against her body. The former lord commander silently left, searching for someplace to clean herself off.
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Ulrika was well aware of the hypocrisy of her condemnations. Even as she paraded the lord commander’s incontinence before everyone, Ulrika herself still had yet to change. Her own undergarments were still swollen with her urine, and sagging with her waste. She reminded herself that the facade was critically important, and that if she needed to be a hypocrite to ensure the success and morale of her empire, then she gladly would be.
But what truly bothered her was not the carefully crafted charade, the lies, deceptions, or hypocrisy- it was the honesty of her praise for the markswoman Signe. Like most of the inept regiment, she had wet herself, but hardly seemed a coward for it. The vision of the woman, clad in pissed pants, fearlessly gunning down the man who would have taken Ulrika’s life was burned into her mind. All that she, the Virago Queen could do, was to curl up and soil herself like a frightened child. Along with her respect for the woman, Ulrika felt a burning envy of her courage.
She had to pause in her walk, and pull her pants and diaper back up, as the weight of her earlier fear had caused them to slide down her legs. A quick touch of her rear confirmed that she’d produced a considerable amount of shit in her pants. The shame of her incontinence burned hotly, but not nearly so much as her shame in her own cowardice.
“Ah, Your Majesty!” An older man’s voice called. One of the generals sent to destroy the fort. He and the other generals and commanders had gathered around a small table with a map. They were discussing and preparing the greater offensive- the invasion into Gothia from this point. It was a discussion she would need to be present for.
Naturally, it would be taking place when Ulrika’s pants were full of shit.
Fighting to clear her mind and keep her blush at bay, she approached the table. They each welcomed her with a proper salute, and made way for her to view the map. It wasn’t even a minute until one of them made the comment Ulrika would’ve rather died than hear:
“Does anybody else smell that?”
She veritably froze on the spot, her mind racing to concoct an excuse for why she smelled like a latrine. “Oh!” Iris chimed in. She clutched the large wet stain on the front of her dress, “I… I am terribly sorry… That smell is me.” The young woman visibly spread her legs slightly, to give the impression that she had soiled herself, “I couldn’t reach safety, and I was terribly frightened! All the bullets, and the fighting, I just… ” She squeezed the hand that held her piss-stained skirt, once again emphasizing her accident. Ulrika had very clearly seen the woman’s rear, and there was no hint of Iris having lost control of her bowels. Her able assistant had just eagerly offered up her own dignity to save Ulrika’s. In that moment, Ulrika was considering renaming a city or two after Iris in gratitude.
The men around them had mixed reactions. Some chuckled, some looked with sympathy, and others looked away in disgust, or just due to the awkwardness. Finally, one of them shattered the tension with a quick jest, “What were you so scared of, miss? You had the Virago Queen by your side! You couldn’t have been any safer in the sturdiest bunker in the land.” The others nodded their agreement and chuckled along.
“Well, I do suppose I can see that now,” Iris commented, giving a quiet, little laugh.
Thinking back to the two of them hiding and wetting themselves, only to be saved by someone else, Ulrika’s self-loathing thoughts of her own cowardice resurfaced, and she wished them to be gone immediately. “Yes yes, enough teasing my assistant,” She said, getting everyone back on track. “Today we begin what I intend to be the final campaign into Gothia. I will have no more delays, no more failures.”
With that, they began their planning. For over an hour, Ulrika and Iris stood there in their wet and soiled clothing. When, at last, it had ended, they retired to the command tent- a large, almost luxurious tent that had been erected in anticipation of the queen’s arrival. It was private, devoid of people, had no windows to the outside, and would be an excellent place for the two women to clean and change themselves.
Once they had entered inside, and there were no prying eyes or ears to bother them, Ulrika turned to face her assistant. “Iris,” She said, more gently than usual.
“Highness?”
“... Thank you.” Ulrika was not skilled in offering up genuine gratitude, and Iris’ smile told her the young woman knew the significance of her thanks, tacit as it was.
“Of course, my Queen.”
The tent lacked any suitable changing table, so they’d have to make do on the floor. While her diaper had miraculously spared her trousers from the torrent of piss and shit she unleashed into them, her clothes had otherwise been soiled by rips, tears, burns, blood, and dirt. Stripping them off, she stood before Iris in only her heavily soiled diaper. The two had long ago done away with any discomfort between themselves in regards to nudity. Iris produced a fresh diaper from her bag, and Ulrika prepared to lie down for changing, when they heard it.
“So this is the mighty Virago Queen, in all her splendor.”
For a second, Ulrika was certain it had only been a nightmarish conjuration of her own imagination. The voice belonged to man. A man who spoke with a thick Gothian accent. She felt liquid warmth pouring into her diaper. She fought to stand up, to assess the situation.
Emerging from a hidden space in the spacious tent was a man in Gothian uniform, clutching a pistol in one hand and a saber in the other. He had a look on his face that was a cross between utter disbelief and unabated joy. Iris’ legs were shaking. She grabbed onto Ulrika’s arm to steady herself. She was still wetting her diaper, although it could hold no more by that point. Golden rivulets broke through the garment, and coursed down her muscular legs. The man- the assassin- looked on with a smug grin.
“I would’ve preferred to kill you on the battlefield, but I must say… this is proving far more enjoyable than I predicted.”
“P-please… don’t… ” Ulrika stammered out a meager plea, but she knew it was pointless. The ferocity and perseverance of the Gothians had haunted her nightmares for quite some time. She knew there was absolutely no way he would let her live, not when he had the power to shatter the leadership and morale of the people invading his homeland.
“I don’t know how you managed to fool all of us into being afraid of you, but it won’t matter now,” he levelled his pistol at her head. Ulrika could only close her eyes as tears streamed down her face. There was a gunshot. A thunderous sound that heralded death. Ulrika heard a wet squelch, and was sure she’d soiled herself even further in her final moments. But then she heard a body hit the ground in front of her. When she was certain it was not her that had been shot, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and opened them.
The assassin was dead. A bleeding hole in the back of his head told the story of how. Standing behind him, jaw hanging open in shock, was the former lord commander Brenna. Ulrika’s senses returned to her, and she recalled that Brenna had been instructed to meet her in the command tent. Such a small action had saved she and Iris’ lives.
Of course, she now had a disgruntled commander that she’d publicly humiliated staring at her in her state of incontinent undress. “Your Majesty,” she said, slowly, carefully, “Have I… interrupted something?”
Ulrika attempted a reply, but it emerged only a choked, sobbing sound. With a cough, she cleared her throat and spoke, “L-lord Commander… I believe you have earned yourself a… promotion,” she hated having to concede anything to the woman who had so disrespected her earlier, but now she would need to keep her quiet.
“It seems I have,” an opportunistic smiled creeped onto Brenna’s face. “I don’t want a position teaching whelps how to fight. I want to be there, my Queen. I want to win glory on the field of battle. Give me that, and I can promise not to ever speak a word of… this.”
“Perhaps a position in my royal guard would suit you, then… Howling Gale,” she gritted her teeth in frustration. Once again, she’d been saved from imminent death when all she could do was beg for mercy and cower in fear. And to be saved by someone she was meant to be disciplining. Her trials today knew no ends.
“I think that sounds perfect,” Brenna only then stowed her pistol away. “As a show of good faith, I’ll keep anyone from entering the tent for as long as I can. Give you time to make yourselves presentable. And I promise to forget what I saw,” She gave a slight wink with her last remark.
No one in all the world could speak to her like that, least of all one of her subordinates. Brenna was a skilled warrior, and now had saved her life and was privy to her darkest secret; but even so, she would be made to heel. Ulrika considered how many ways she could have Brenna punished, but for the time being, she elected to finally change out of her truly ruined diaper.
Edited August 31, 2021 by DsGSilver
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Author's notes:
This is NOT related to my last story AT ALL. That story was just a Role-Play that was converted into a story (and it wasn't even written with knowledge of animal crossing)
I haven't played any of the games! I just really like the characters! I read some bios online about the characters to get a good description on who I'm writing about.
My grammar is bad.... I know....
Thank you if you read this! I hope you enjoy the story.
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Lottie opened her eyes, she was still laying in bed, still tired. But also a little bit nervous...
She sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was already 8:24 AM...
"(Gasp) I need to get ready!"
And with that she shot up and got out of bed! Lottie was already off schedule!
What's the hurry you may ask? Well.... there's this picnic party on the edge of town... and the whole village is invited! And when they mean everyone, they mean everyone! But why was the little otter so nervous? Because her biggest crush, Digby, will be there! It's been a dream of hers to win him over, and today could be the day!
Lottie scurried, panicked, and hurried to get her makeup and outfit on. Rushing a mourning routine is hard... aseptically when your as nervous as she is! But after 10 minutes of running around she was ready!
"Okay... I can do this.... I look great... I feel great... today is the day! Digby will know exactly how I feel about him!" She walked outside her house, and closed the door behind her before walking off to the picnic.
On the way there... Lottie couldn't help but think that she's forgetting something. "Makeup? No no... I did that... hair? Nope that's alright too..." She looked down a herself "Phew... I don't even know what I would do if my outfit looked off!" She walked and walked on, trying to figure out what she forgot.
As she walked on, her steps gave her lower abdomen and slight feeling of bloating. "Ohhhh, I didn't pee when I woke up!" She thought to herself. "Well... I've walked out far enough anyway... I'll just have to take care of that later..."
Only a few minuets or so later, she saw the area... and guess who's checking people in! Yep! That's right! Digby! As soon as Lottie saw the outside of the picnic area, she was delighted to see him there. [Okay... just keep calm...] she thought.
She approached the entrance, Digby looked up from his clipboard to see her. "Hey! Good mourning Lottie! Welcome to the picnic! How are you?!" He asked in his signature friendly tone.
She was kind of nervous just from the sight of Digby. But now she actually has to talk to him! "Uhh y-yeah! I'm fine... umm how are you?"
"Great, thank you for asking! Anyway..." he looked back down at the clipboard "I don't to need to ask who you are... let me just find that name real quick" After he said that, Lottie thought to herself...
[So he does know who I am! Should I ask him now?! Would it be to sudden? Would I have the chance to ask him later?!
His pen swiped across the page. "You're all set Lottie! Enjoy the picnic!"
"Ohh right!" She started walking in with an uncomfortable walk, she wanted to ask him but was to nervous. Digby took notice of this.
"Are you okay there?"
"YES! Everything is fine!" Digby physically recoiled from how loud she was all the sudden.
"Alright, just making sure, have fun!" he said before putting his attention back to the clipboard. As Lottie walked in, she couldn't help but think. [Ahhhh I just blew it! Why did I have to sound so unnatural!] She entered the party and saw all the villagers still there. Lottie didn't have it in her right now to talk to anyone. So she just sat down at the nearest table and looked down in self shame.
Another distracting factor was her bladder. That thing is only getting more full by the minute! So as she sat down her thighs came together in her skirt.
"I think I just blew it... my chances are ruined...what could I do to salvage this?" Her bladder kicked again "oooohh, maybe I should at least look for a ladies room first..." She picked her head up and looked around. All she saw was people, and tables... no sign of a bathroom near her...
Lottie looked back at the entrance. Digby was talking to the mayor. "I wonder what they're doing?" Then Digby handed the clipboard to the mayor, and started walking towards the picnic! "Wait... what's going on?" she thought "Is his shift done or something?" It appears that the mayor has just decided to cover his shift! So now he's free to enjoy himself!
"(gasp) this means I have another chance to talk to him!"
Lottie watched him like a hawk from a distance. Every move he made, she saw it. Eventually Digby got himself a drink and started talking to Tom Nook. "Darn it! He's talking to someone else! I don't want to be rude and interrupt them" All the sudden her growing need to wee wasn't as strong at the moment, funny how that works... "What if I get rejected in front of him too! Ohhh I'll never hear the end of it!" Lottie's thighs where still close though...
She just stared and stared. Eventually she got lost in Digby's looks, she wanted to talk to him but she couldn't think of anything to say. So Lottie just sat there, alone, wishing she wasn't...
This went on for what felt like 10 minuets.
But then, Lottie heard a voice next to her
"He's quite a dream boat isn't he?"
"Ahh!" Being caught starring all the sudden definitely frightened her. In fact she nearly lost control of her bladder! Her legs crossed over each other as she turned to the right to see who said that. It was Isabelle, Digby's twin sister.
"Hahahahaha! Sorry was I interrupting you?!" Isabelle asked as she sat down next to Lottie.
"I was- No you weren't interrupting anything! W-what do you mean?!"
"Hahaha! You're the best Lottie! You don't have to hide anything from me... I can tell what's going on here..." she said smiling. "You've been eyeing him for weeks now, I'm not blind!"
Lottie buried her face in her paws. "(Sigh) sorry...." she said blushing "I know it's weird..."
"Weird? maaaaybe, but what's weirder is the fact that you haven't asked him out yet!" Isabelle said smugly.
"I know, I know, but he's just... always busy... and right now he's talking to someone, I don't want to be rude!"
"Excuses excuses! Trust me, I know my brother well... he wouldn't consider you rude!"
"You really think so?"
"I KNOW so Lottie..."
"Yeah... you're probably right..." Lottie just got a sudden burst of desperation "Actually do you know where the ba-" She was cut short by the sound of someone else walking to the table.
It was Rosie, "Hey ladies! So how are you 2 doing on this beautiful day!" she said as hyper as she usually is. Isabelle looked at Rosie and couldn't wait to tell her what was going on.
"We're doing great! Especially Lottie over here..."
"(sigh) please don't tell her too"
"Tell me what?!" Rosie sat down in front of them with a look of excitement "Tell me!"
Lottie started pleading "Isabelle... please..."
"Well, long story short..." Lottie looked down at the table and face palmed a little while blushing more and more. "She seems to have taken a liking to my brother..."
Rosie shot back a little "Oh my..." at first she tried not to laugh, but couldn't help it. "HAHAHAHAhahaha! Lottie that's absolutely adorable!"
"Please just leave me alone..."
"We can help you darling!" Rosie said "Digby is nice guy, it can't be THAT hard to impress him!" She said giggling more.
"Yeah but....I don't know...."
Isabelle noticed that Digby finished talking to Tom.
"Look Lottie! He's free!" Isabelle said "Go! Say something!" The shock made Lottie's bladder kick again.
"Maybe I should find a bathroom first...t-then I'll talk to him"
Rosie giggled a little and said "Stop making excuses silly! Go! Just go!"
"I'm serious I REALLY gotta tinkle!"
Rosie got closer to Lottie and said. "Suuuuuuure you do! All the sudden you need a bathroom break just as you get the chance to talk to him... just get out there Lottie! You don't have anything to be afraid of!"
"N-now just isn't the time! I ne-"
Isabelle then interrupted her. "Lottie... tell you what... if you don't get up and talk him right now.... I'll call him over and we're going to help you"
Rosie looked excited "Ohhhh I like that! Well be like like wing-men.... but girls (gasp) wing-girls!"
"NO! I'll just (sigh) okay okay! I'm going!" Lottie stood up and started walking away "P-please don't look at me when I do it!"
"There you go!" said Isabelle
"Good luck! Not like you need it but.... you know!" said Rosie.
Lottie started walking away. Her thighs where tight against each other. It was clear that her bladder was nearly full! Her walk was off, her body was bent a tad bit forward, and she looked like she wanted to jam her paws straight in between her legs. Isabelle was still sort of starring at her from a distance as Lottie walked away. Then Isabelle had a look of worry on her face as she turned to Rosie and said "Ummmm, Rosie? Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That "Wing-ladies" would actually make more sense than w-"
"No, no not that... look at Lottie, she looks troubled.... I think.... maybe she actually had to pee..."
"Ohhhhhh, that's- that's not good...
"Oops..."
But Lottie kept walking on, like the brave soul she is. Her mind was racing like crazy. [I'm actually about to talk him! For real this time! Darn this tiny bladder! I feel like I'm holding back an ocean right now! I gotta make this quick! Ahhh I'm gonna burst!] But then the moment of truth, Digby was standing alone, pretty much doing nothing. It took her a solid 10 seconds to say it, but eventually. "H-hi Digby! Uuhhh, it's nice day isn't it!"
He seemed delighted to see her. "Ah indeed! It's perfect for a picnic like today" Lottie relaxed a little bit to see that she had his attention, but was immanently scared again as she realized she didn't know what to say next, she thought to herself [What do I say now! Ahhhh darn this bladder I can't focus!] Lottie shuffled her feet a bit. But at least she could finally get a few a more words out...
"Are you done working today?! Like completely?"
"Funny story about that! I was supposed to work more... but the mayor saw me over there and decided to take my shift for the rest of the party! He's such a nice guy!"
"That's great to hear!"
"I know! He told me to enjoy myself, and I know will haha!"
"haha..." She neversouly giggled. The extra weight in her bladder is making it very hard to think and act natural. "So... a-are you doing anything today?"
"Mmmm not much... I was going to just relax after the party, I expected me shift to be longer"
"Cool! I was uhhh going to" [find a bathroom before Isabelle stopped me, I swear if I piss myself in front of him... that little bi-] ummm take a walk around the new picnic area! I haven't seen it yet and I've been curious to see how this new place turned out!"
"(Gasp) we can do that right now! I got nothing else to do"
"That sounds great! Y-you can lead the way!"
"I'd be delighted too!" And with that they where off! Unfortunately Lottie's bladder is getting more feeble by the second, it even hurt a little to take every step. [Darn! Ah! AH! Ahhht this is bad! this is terrible! Should I excuse myself?! No that'll look weird!] He went back to talking "So right here is where we had to dig the boarder out... I helped a lot in the process, after all it's in my name!"
"haha" is all she could muster with her bursting bladder. It sounded very weak and unnatural.
"Ahhh it get it, that wasn't very funny... but anyway... there really wasn't much we had to do relative to other...." The discomfort managed to drone his voice out, she was THAT desperate! Lottie wishes she could just break out into full on potty dance right now, but unfortunately that's not an option. His voice came back to her "...but then again why de-root a tree when you can just leave it there and enjoy it's beauty. (Sigh) anyway... I think I should check back up on the mayor and see if he needs anything from me"
"Oh! W-well I don't want to be a burden!"
"No, never! Anyway I'll hopefully be right back..." and with that he started walking away. [Walk faster walk faster walk faster walk faster, just get out of here!] Luckily for her, he already walked past the trees on the boarder of the picnic area, and boy did she start dancing!
"AH!" She bent forward, crossed her legs, and grabbed her crotch with all her might. "Pee! I gotta pee RIGHT NOW!" she looked towards what little she could see of the party, and couldn't find anything that looked like a bathroom. Fear filled her body, "I'm going to pee myself aren't I... like a baby otter..."
But then in front of her she saw a bush. "Screw it!" she looked around and no one was nearby. "I know it's unladylike... but.... mmmmm!" she darted herself straight into the bush, and fumbled with her panties "Come on, get off of me!" Eventually she dropped them straight down to her ankles. and started squatting...
psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
"Ahhhh! ohhh! finally!" all the pee from last night and this mourning was finally leaking.... actually.... rather shooting out of her.
Her head went up in relaxation. "Why did I do that, why did I have to hold it in so long..."
After a minute of peaceful bliss Lottie finally finished emptying herself.
She looked down, and to her utter shock. Digby had apparently returned.
"EKKK!" her squat quickly turned into a sit, as she flew back a little in the thick bush. "I'm sorry! I'm SO sorry! I just... uhh!" She was to flustered for words.
"Are- Should I leave?" Lottie started to panic as she fumbled around for her panties. Even Digby was blushing! But at some point she did manage to put her underwear back on.
"I didn't know you'd be back so I just..." Still no words. But she did get out of the bush looking completely normal.
"It's okay Lottie I won't tell anyone! I promise, I d-do the same thing s-sometimes!" he said trying to comfort her. But by the look of blush and humiliation on her face, he decided to try something different "I swear I didn't see... you know... between your legs!"
"It's not that! I just... I'm sorry you had to see that!"
"It's okay! These things just happen! I'm not disgusted at all." at this point he just wants to resolve the situation
"Really?!
"Sure! Uhhh it's just life ya know hehe..." Digby was a little shocked, but he knew it wasn't her fault.
"Thanks... you're just to nice to me, I'm sorry I'll just leave you alone..." [that's it huh? It's over...]
Digby all the sudden shouted "Wait, before you get back to the picnic... I did want to ask you something!
[What?] "W-what do you need?!"
"Well... if you want... I'm NOT trying to pressure you! B-but..." [Is he really nervous? I've never seen him like this before.] "If you're free after the party... w-would you like to come to my house for some coffee... or tea? whichever you want!" And for the first time, Lottie saw him lose his cool, just a bit.
"Really?! I'd be delighted too!"
"Great!" he said relived "I'll make sure the bathroom is working too hehe"
"Y-yeah that would be great!" They briefly shared an awkward laugh.
"But in the meantime Lottie, would you care to head back to the party and get something to eat?"
"Sure! W-why not?!"
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That's another one done! That took a while, but I'm pretty proud of how it came out.
Sure it's linguistically messy. But all the creative ideas are defiantly there, and that's what I care most about!
Thank you for reading my story, it means a lot to me (and every other author obliviously) that somebody would take the time to read their work. So again, thank you!
If anybody has any requests, I'm always open to suggestions! Don't be shy to ask! I promise I don't judge!
But anyway... that's it for now.
Have a good day friend!
-Focused Codis |
Leaking Leanna
Leanna rubbed her tummy as she sat on the bus to hospital. Martin had the car today, as he did most days. ‘That’s another thing that might change later this year’, she thought as the bus crept through the morning traffic making her feel a little nauseous. Hormones were causing havoc already in her body and excitement wasn’t helping. Leanna sucked another mint and sipped more water. She still had another 20 minutes before she would reach the hospital but thankfully she had left in plenty time.
‘Leanna Harp here for my first scan.’
‘Yes that’s great. Have you had your litre of water? There a jug and cups right over there if you feel you can still manage more. Please take a seat and you’ll be called through shortly.’
Leanna took a seat with her back to the reception and crossed her legs. She’s definitely had at least a litre of water and she could really feel it in her bloated tummy. She rubbed it again looking forward to the first glimpse of her precious child. ‘If only Martin could have been here’ she thought.
Just then Martin texted. Leanna read it and replied crossing her legs the opposite way as she did so. She couldn’t get comfortable as her clothes felt tight and her lower belly swollen. She snapped a picture of her lower belly and sent it to Martin with the text: ‘if this is how I look at 12 weeks I’ll be a whale by the time I reach 40! Mind you there’s a TON of water in there too!’ Martin replied immediately in his usual complimentary way, with a little hint of a tease too. ‘You look very beautiful with a baby belly...even more beautiful than you were this morning. But I can’t help wondering what’s bigger right now...our baby or your bladder!’
Leanna smiled. Martin always had liked boasting of her bladder and he’d more than once tried to fill it to its absolute capacity playfully teasing her to keep on holding until they were away from company. Leanna always loved the effects that seemed to have on Martin and she wondered about mentioning even now how much she wanted to wee. Her friends had hinted that pregnancy hormones often suppressed libido but so far it had only served to boost Leanna’s as her growing breasts, increasing curves and moist vagina made her long for Martin in ways she had never experienced. Even sitting in a hospital clinic waiting room with a very full bladder she could sense her nipples hardening and her pelvis twinging just reading her lovers texts! Maybe it was for the best Martin had to work after all or Leanna would never have got back to work herself!
‘Leanna Harp please’
Leanna stood up feeling the weight of the water immediately in her bladder. She clenched her muscles as she’d done many times before and followed the radiographer into the room. He patted the bed and Leanna climbed up, swinging her legs as she did so. She tried getting comfortable and shuffled around a little until she concluded that getting comfortable whilst really needing the toilet probably wasn’t going to happen.
‘Can you confirm your date of birth please?’
‘And could you tell me the date of your last period?’
‘And finally can you confirm that your bladder is full?’
‘Oh it’s most definitely full sir. I last went to the toilet three hours ago and I’ve been steadily drinking every since.’
‘Perfect mam’
Leanna couldn’t help but hear Martin as the radiographer started squeezing cold gel onto a prong. Martin often asked her if her bladder was full when they were having fun together and even when she always said it was he would playfully give it a little press and buy her or pour her another drink. She ought to have realised long before they got together when they first met at a party at a mutual friend’s house warming and Martin’s eyes lit up as a tipsy Leanna in shorts and nylon tights and a skimpy top pee danced outside the only toilet moaning how bursting she was. Martin often told her how hooked he was from that moment on and how long it took him to find out her name and get her number and muster the courage to text. He’d have loved to have been here with her now not just to see their baby for the very first time but to see his new wife biting her lip as she held her sphincter muscles closed as tightly as she could.
Leanna, lost in thought, jumped as the cold gel touched her abdomen.
‘Oh Jesus! I think I just dribbled!’
Unnerved by this ‘announcement’ the radiographer pressed firmly with his scope.
‘Oh....do you need to press that hard? I really do need the ladies and that isn’t helping!’
‘I know mam. I’m sorry but I’ll be as quick as I can. Do try and not leak too much as the fuller your bladder the more your womb is pushed forwards and at this early stage of pregnancy we get a far better picture the further forwards your womb is.’
Leanna grimaced as the scope pressed and pushed against her bladder feeling her underwear moisten between her legs, the warmth and wetness making her urethra pound and throb. She distracted herself by focussing on the black and white screen to her side as she anxiously longed to see her baby appear. At first she couldn’t make out anything but she could hear a sloshing noise and lines across the screen but faintly in the distance she could hear a sort of light beat as her heart tingled.
‘What’s that noise? That drum beat thing? Is that what I think it is?’
The radiographer pressed a knob on the machine and smiled broadly whilst continuing to press the probe against Leanna.
‘That’s your baby’s heart beat you can hear.’
He then turned the screen away from Leanna as he moved the probe left and right, up and down all the time pressing firmly into Leanna’s bladder and womb.
‘Is...is everything ok?’
‘Mam if you would excuse me a moment please. I just need to check something with my colleague first. There is a strong heart beat so please don’t worry. It’s just for my monitoring purposes really. I’ll be right back.’
He turned the monitor off and took the probe off of Leanna’s body. Leanna squirmed and tried to sit up. Tears came easily, but as she moved she also felt another drop or two leak from her urethra. Instinctively she grabbed herself and fidgeted.
‘Could I possibly use the toilet now? I really really need to go.‘
‘My colleague will be right back mam and in order for us to see the images properly we really do need your bladder this full. If you could just hang on for another few minutes and I’ll be right back. Please don’t get too upset. It’s just procedure mam.’
Leanna bent forward on the bed and pressed her hand between her legs. She’d deliberately put on a flowing skirt which had been pulled up to past her belly button and she scrunched the material up tightly and pressed hard against her throbbing vagina as the radiographer quietly left the room to the sound of her moans and rocking.
Leanna text Martin right away:
‘In room and scan started. Heard strong heartbeat but radiographer now gone to get a colleague to come back. I’m scared something is wrong but I’m also terrified I am going to piss all over this bed if they don’t come quick. I can’t stop holding myself I have to pee so so badly. I really wish you were here!’
Martine replied immediately:
‘I wish I was with you too honey. It will be ok. A strong heartbeat is reassuring sweetheart. Are you honestly that desperate babe?’
Leanna snapped a photo of her hand between her legs and sent it to Martin.
‘Yes I’m VERY desperate. I can feel my knickers wet through my hand.’
‘You are one sexy woman! But seriously honey you can do this. It WILL be ok. I am being called into a meeting sorry! I love you so much and it WILL be ok. Our baby is strong. I just know it. See you soon and keep holding on. Love you xxx’
Leanna wiped her face as she knelt on the bed, rocking with her hand rubbing herself through her knickers. It was the only way she could prevent herself having an accident as she waited longingly for the radiographer to return. She wanted to pee so so badly but she wanted to, no she NEEDED to, know her baby was ok. If that meant having to keep her bladder at bay she had no choice but to wait.
Despite the grabbing, rocking, stroking and squirming Leanna gulped as a spurt burst past her urethra and ran into her already wet knickers. She pressed a second hand between her legs as she knelt on the bed with both legs behind her, pressing and stroking for all she was worth. ‘Gotta hold. Gotta hold. Jesus do I HAVE to pee! Hurry up please. I can barely hold this!’
Another dribble escaped and in utter desperation Leanna grabbed the pillow that her head had been on and pressed it tightly between her legs. Straddling the pillow she rocked back and forth with her legs either side of the bed willing her body to not release. Her face red, her underwear increasingly wet and her legs tense and jittery she leaned forwards on the bed pressing her hands flat on the bed as she rode the pillow exactly as she rode her husband, often in the same state of urgent desperation as she found herself in currently.
With her head down and the noise of her own heart beating fast as she rocked the pillow intensely Leanna failed to hear or see the radiographers return. All she was focussed on was stopping herself from releasing and letting go as the pillow dampened between her legs.
‘I think we’ll need to do this quickly don’t you?
‘Absolutely. Are there towels anywhere at all. I think we’ll need them for this one.’
Startled by the voices Leanna froze and looked up. Her voice horse and anxious she tried excusing herself feebly.
‘I...em...I’m trying my best to hold sir. It’s...really...urgent you see. Please PLEASE can I go to the....’
‘I understand mam. Let’s get this done for you and then let you visit that toilet. I can see you appear to be somewhat bursting there. My colleague is just setting it all up now. Can you lie back if possible for us? Thank you mam.’
‘I’ll....Jesus I’ll try but it’s...’
Leanne laid back with a hand tightly gripping still between her legs, her back arched and her body tensed. The first radiographer squeezed more gel onto the probe as he sat on a wheeled stood. His colleague pulled another stool the other side as he slipped two towels under Leanna’s bottom and between her legs and gently pressed her arched back down onto the bed and carefully removed her hand. With his other hand he gently wiped a tear from Leanna’s face and stroked her forehead.
‘Try and relax. This will be over in just a few minutes and then we will print off some beautiful images for you to treasure.’
As the cold probe pressed once more into her abdomen Leanna shook, bit her lip hard and clenched her face trying to keep her urethra closed.
She quietly sobbed.
‘Is...is everything ok? I’m so sorry..I’m leaking!’
The second radiographer looked down between Leanna’s legs and watched as drops formed on the wet crotch of her knickers and seeped into the towel which was on the already damp pillow.
‘We’re ok. It’s just urine. I’m not surprised looking at how full she is on the screen. You can hear it sloshing around and see how stretched her bladder is. Look Mrs Harp there’s your baby! You can see the head, the body nice and clear and the legs curled and kicking.’
Leanna beamed and tried to relax but this caused a spurt to shoot out and in the silence of wonder at the picture all three clearly heard the ‘sssssss’ and watched as the urine shot from Leanna’s underpants to the towel.
‘S....sorry. Pppp....please can I go to the toilet....please!’
As if they hadn’t heard her pleas, the radiographer moved the probe pressing a little more to the right than before. Lianna continued to bite her lip and squirm as even her fists clenched to try and hold back her bladder.
‘Yes I can see what you mean now. You were right to call me in for this.’
Leanna couldn’t bear it as the probe moved again pressing against her more than she could bare.
Another loud hiss escaped as the second radiographer again checked between Leanna’s legs.
‘I think our time is about up. Can you print those pics? She’s leaking very badly now.’
‘I just need a few more seconds. Don’t let her release yet. Do whatever you need to do. I know she’s going to want to see this.’
The radiographer who wasn’t scanning rolled the towel firmly and pressed hard against Leanna’s crotch.
‘Please Mrs Hart. Just hold on for a few more seconds. I’m doing everything I can this end to help you.’
‘I....I can....’
‘I’ve got it! Well done!’
‘I can’t! I can’t hold this! Jesus it’s coming!’
With the towel still pressed tightly against her by the radiographer Leanna pushed against it with all her might as the leaking became a spurt which became a loud strong hiss. As his grip loosened the radiographer allowed the towel to move slowly away and rest on top of the pillow on the bed as urine continued to pour through Leanna’s knickers. She arched her back and moaned audibly as warm liquid arched up and then down drenching the towel completely. All the radiographers could do was stare in silence as time froze and Leanna burst...
For a moment the only noise was that of sheer release and pouring liquid as Leanna pissed for all she was worth on the scanning bed in the hospital clinic.
‘Mrs Hard we are delighted to tell you that you have TWO healthy thriving foetuses both with very strong heart beats in two separate embryos. We’ll just get those photos printed for you now.’
‘And by the way you also have the most incredible bladder too as that has to be the longest, strongest pee I have ever seen in my life. I think it’s safe to say you really WERE bursting!’
‘I wish my husband had been here!’
‘I’m quite sure he wishes he’d been here too man. I know I’m very glad I was here myself. Congratulations mam. You’ll probably be asked to come back in around four weeks.’
‘There’s some hospital underwear here if you would like to change. The bathroom is right over to your right there.’
‘Do I need to drink so much water next time too?’
‘Well mam it would be amazing if you could please. Very amazing indeed.’ |
“A true commander must have 100% control over every aspect of themselves,'' Those words rang through Tak’s head as she paced around her newly acquired second commander’s quarters.
She’s been with the resisty for several years now, climbing the rank. She's next in line for the commander position, but wanted to prepare herself however she possibly could, any training that she even had heard RUMORS of commanders going through, the elites, anything.
They were rumored to put themselves through everything imaginable to the point they could lead troops even with one of the greatest Irken weaknesses affecting them: their weak bladders.
She paced around her quarters, circling a table in the middle, in the middle of the table was a can of Irken soda, and a small vial of clear liquid, she paused to look at it for a moment, her antennae twitching a bit in apprehension.
She picked up the small glass vial and swirled the water-like substance. Holding it up to the lamp above, The label was skuffed and faded, faded to the point of illegibility. But she knew what it was, it contained a powerful diuretic, one strong enough to bring even the strongest bladdered individual to their knees..
She had gotten it from a group of smugglers that often supplied the resistance with various medicines. She put it back on the table, her antennae twitching once more, her nerves getting to her a bit, knowing that she can’t undo the effects once it’s been imbibed.
She resumed her pace around the table, debating if she should even do this, maybe it was just a dumb rumor, pff, this is stupid...right? And yet, it makes sense, It is a weakness of the irken race after all….
She bit her thumb a bit. “I’m just overthinking this, it’ll be fine.” She spoke to herself, glancing to the metallic door of her room, she then turned her attention to the box of junk that used to be Mimi, who’s in a state of almost repaired, but not yet functional.
She found herself wishing that she had finished that project so she could have Mimi guard the room, she had requested the day to train, however, if an emergency broke out…
She grabbed the vial once again, biting her lip slightly. “Here goes nothing, I guess.” She unscrewed the cap of the vial and downed it like a shot, the taste was bitter and unpleasant. She choked it down, grimacing a bit as she placed the vial down with a small “clack”.
She grabbed the soda and cracked it open, chasing the medicine down with the fizzy sweet beverage, the taste still lingered though, so she kept drinking until the taste was gone, leading to her finishing the whole can.
She crumpled the can and tossed it into the waste bin next to her bed. She clambered onto her bed, “Now we wait.” But that’s much easier said than done, she laid down on her back, letting out a small sigh, looking up at the ceiling, she could hear the quiet noises of the resisty headquarters.
She could hear some people chatting in the hallway of the various rooms. This chatter and background noise has given her so much more comfort than she’d ever admit, it made her feel like she wasn’t alone.
She inhaled deeply, smelling the stale and re-filtered air, she has grown used to it. This felt very much like home, and once she’s ready to help lead? She will make this group unstoppable.
She remembered when they found her, near death, PAK’s batteries low, she was originally kept to be ransomed off, but when the tallests turned her back on her, she was left a prisoner for a while, but they saw the potential to be a great member of the resisty in her, she wanted revenge, revenge on the tallests, revenge on Zim…just ...revenge...and that’s what they offered.
As time passed, she had grown loyal to the Resisty. No matter what, however once she’s gotten her revenge, all bets were off, at least that’s what she’d tell herself. She let out a small sigh, crossing her legs a bit to get more comfortable.
She glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it was still somewhat early. Not even 5 minutes had passed since she last looked. She stood up and went to the small window in her room, A perk of being in her current rank.
She watched the stars go by as the resisty boarding ship drifted lazily through space, surrounded by some of the various ships the resisty has acquired through the years. Most of these ships have been out of production for years and years.
She felt her bladder give a warning sign, she furrowed her brow a bit, pressing her legs together, it began. She lets out a shuddering sigh, closing the metal shutters on the window, turning around and pressing her back against the wall.
She fidgeted a small bit before shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she did this for training, and training she shall do, she squeezed her legs together one more time before moving them back apart. She began some basic training stretches.
It didn’t take long for her bladder to fill, it didn’t help that the stretches she was doing was putting strain on it, she winced a small bit, but kept doing them, trying to keep her legs apart unless the stretch required it.
She moved onto push-ups. 1, 2, 3, 4… The up and down movement caused the contents of her bladder to jostle around, she swallowed a whimper and continued, 5, 6, 7, 8…
Sweat dropped from her forehead to the floor, she could normally do push-ups without issue, but it was so much more difficult this way, 29, 30, 31, 32….
She was to do 100 of these, and she wasn’t holding up as well as she was hoping, It got bad fast, her legs felt weak and trembly, and her bladder felt painfully full, it felt like it could burst...She focused on the floor in front of her, a small puddle of sweat had pooled below her, 41, 42, 43, 44.…
A whimper accidentally slipped out from her, she winced, but more because of the noise than the pressure on her bladder. The walls are rather…thin, nobody heard her though, from what she could hear anyways.
She let out a sigh as she did the last push-up, she then pushed herself to using her PAK legs, wincing as her feet hit the floor, sending a jolt up through her entire being, Her legs snapped together for a moment, but she forced them back apart.
She grabbed the bottom of her uniform a bit and tugged down, shifting around a bit, it was really bad, but she was going to hold on, no matter what, she squeezed her legs together once more, before letting go of her uniform and moving her legs back apart, She had other exercises to do, more training to undergo.
No matter what.
She was just beginning her next set of exercises when she heard the buzz of the intercom turning on, “Attention all high ranking officials, please meet up in The headship, A free Vortian settlement has requested our assistance in defending their planet from the empire. I repeat, All high ranking officials, to the control deck on the main ship!” Lard Nar’s voice rang through the scratchy and outdated communication system.
She winced at it, knowing that she was one of said officials, And she’d have to pause her training, she squeezed her legs together for a second, gathering herself so she could do her duties. She was intending to do logic puzzles to ensure her mind stays clear and her decision making skills remain strong, however this will suffice.
She took a deep breath and then tapped the button to open the sliding door, strolling out as if nothing was wrong, appearing calm and collected on the outside, she made her way to the teleporter room, she appears confident, yet her PAK was giving her bladder capacity warnings.
She heard the ambient conversation of the other denizens of the ship, some were talking about the call over the intercom, some were discussing living on the ship, some were chatting about various topics, like the food service, their jobs, etcetera.
She walked down the hall, focused just right ahead, Her antennae twitched a bit as she heard her own Pak pinging her again over her bladder, it’s a good thing she’s the only person who can hear it...right?
She simply shrugged it off though, She reached the teleporter room, looking at the cylindrical glass tubes that would teleport her to any ship in the resisty armada she needed to go to. She made her way towards the largest teleporter in the middle, teleporter 27, which leads to the Headship, the StarSkipper. She stepped in and pressed the button to shut the tube, and prepared it for transportation, the panel sparked and fizzled a bit, but a firm smack to the console caused it to work as intended.
With a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was brought to the StarSkipper’s teleporter room, She teleported just a tad above the floor of the teleporter, dropping a few inches to the ground, sending shockwaves through her poor, painfully full bladder, she doubled over a bit at the shock, her Pak legs extended up ensure she didn’t fall over.
Her legs were clenched together as tight as they possibly could, She had a death grip on the bottom of her uniform’s shirt, and was tugging down, She felt a thread or 2 pop in the woven uniform, but she didn’t care, she felt a small bit of urine spurt out past her iron defenses, she felt herself pale a bit, and her antennae dropped flat against her head.
It took her awhile to regain full control, longer than she wanted it to. But she wobbly got to her feet, took a deep breath, and re-separated her legs, she quickly looked around, to ensure nobody saw her slip there, She was saved as she was alone in the teleportation chamber, maybe the others were already at the control deck?
She cleared her throat and straightened herself up, smoothing her wrinkled uniform shirt and moving her legs back apart, her Pak legs retracting fully, she began walking out of the teleportation room as if nothing happened.
Outside of the teleportation room was a hallway that lead to an elevator to the other decks, she made her way towards it, Passing by more teleporters and a few various maintenance rooms, she wasn’t sure what was there, but it wasn’t her destination, so it didn’t matter to her.
She got into the elevator to see one of the resisty members, not high ranking, but not the lowest on the totem pole, she gives them a curt nod, they nod back, She looked over the wall of 50 buttons, before hitting the button for the floor she needed to go to, the other person was heading a deck below, so it’s just another delay to her.
The other resisty member was focused on the door, not even awkward smalltalk was exchanged between the 2 as the elevator creaked its way up, the bulb flickered with a small hum, it was still providing light, but it was dim and flickering, but she didn’t really care though.
She heard her Pak give another warning about fluid capacity, it was getting really, really, bad, but she refused to show any signs (ESPECIALLY since she’s not alone in the elevator). She glanced over to the screen, showing their progress in their ascent to the higher levels, they were slowing to a stop 2 decks below the one the other member was heading to.
One of the higher ranking resisty members walked onto the elevator, followed by their assistant. They were one of the other ones called to the brig, She backed up to make sure they had room, and also because she didn’t like people in her personal space, The lower ranked member also backed up, and if they weren’t quiet before, they certainly are now…
The elevator ride felt like it took forever, before slowing to a stop at the lower ranking member’s requested stop, they awkwardly squeezed past the higher ranking officials, their mandibles clacking together apologetically, as they went to join the rest of the janitorial crew on that floor. Leaving Tak alone on the elevator with the higher ranked alien and their Vortian companion, Who even after all these years, still eyed Tak with distrust.
The elevator continued its ascent, with the distrustful Vortian assistant eyeing Tak, as if just waiting for her to strike, but Tak had other things on her mind…
She felt her antennae droop, hitting the back of her head with a small clack. Her bladder throbbed, threatening to release now, yet she refused to allow herself to show even just a single sign, yet her Pak began flickering in a way the Vortian couldn’t help but notice, Tak felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead, it didn’t help that assistant had his eyes laser focused on her.
The elevator lights flickered and dimmed further, and the elevator ground to a halt between the decks. “My, how unfortunate.” The high ranking general muttered to themselves, before reaching for and pressing the call for maintenance button. Meanwhile, the assistant kept their eyes on Tak…
As the general was explaining the situation to the maintenance workers, Tak was trying to stay calm, but on the inside, she’s in panic mode, her bladder was so full it hurt, and she knew it wouldn’t stop, her Pak has been giving her fluid level warnings too, so that didn’t help at all. And the worst part? She didn’t know exactly how much longer she could hold on…
She bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from side to side, glancing over to the 2 other people in the elevator, the General, a Screwhead by the name of General Fernaru, was focused on relaying the relevant information to the maintenance drones through the intercom. And his Vortian assistant, Craw G’halu, who has not stopped staring at Tak.
“What are you staring at?” Tak said curtly. Furrowing her brow, and flattening her antennae even more. Normally though, she would’ve just ignored his staring, but she had no time or patience for this right now.
“Well, yknow, the years of slavery would do that to you. I just will never trust an Irken...Plus, your Pak is flashing and that’s making me nervous, what’s it gonna do? What are you planning? Eh?” The cross Vortian snapped.
Tak simply raised an eyebrow to the outburst, her antennae popping up a bit, ready to remind this rookie of their rank. “May I remind you, that not only is your personal superior right there, but I also vastly outrank you, and if I had ill will towards you or any of the resisty-” she squeaked a bit at the end as a little spurt escaped, her antennae flopped back and she just froze, her face heating up a bit, but managed to prevent her legs from slamming together.
Craw raised his eyebrows and took a step back. “What the hell?!” He looked her up and down.
Tak glared at him, but before anything else happened, General Fernaru turned around, stopping Craw in his tracks, and Tak didn’t want to fight in front of a superior, she straightened her posture a bit and cleared her throat, antennae still flattened.against her head.
They all stood in an awkward silence, just waiting for the repair squad to do their job and repair the elevator…
Tak shifted her weight from foot to foot, she so desperately didn’t want to give off any signs at all, but her bladder was so, painfully, full…Her breathing had become shallow, as to avoid making it worse, but she refused to let any signs show….
However, not 3 minutes later, the elevator creaked, and jerked upwards, resuming its slow ascension, Tak let out a relieved sigh, despite herself. The doors creak open, Tak nearly pushed the assistant out of her way to get out of the elevator, it was so bad, she needed to go, and now. She started to make the turn towards the restrooms on this deck, But an intercom message rang out, interrupting her.
“Attention high ranking officials, the situation has turned hostile, All high ranking officials to their stations, now! Repeat: High ranking officials to the brig NOW, And soldiers, to your battle stations, Resisty protection program participants, Get to your rooms, It’s code Pergle, repeat: Code Pergle.” Lard Nar’s voice rang out over the scratchy intercom, sounding panicked, it must have gone badly....
She looked back the way she was heading to get to the restrooms for a moment, before furrowing her brow, she had a job to do, and by god, she was gonna do it, she marched down the hallway towards the control room, acting confident once more, even though her bladder was so full, it felt like it could burst at any moment…She had a job.
She reached the brig, saluting her new superiors, and taking up her post, at one of the chairs, her job was to help the commander, Who was seated next to her, with a large monitor in front of them.
Tak crossed her legs on the chair, trying to look casual, but in reality, it was because she was struggling to handle this, her Pak gave the dreaded final warning just then. [Fluid Waste Containment Organ is at maximum capacity and cannot hold anymore, Please make your way to the nearest restroom, The countdown has begun before the P.A.K, initiates the forced ejection of fluid waste, as to avoid unwanted damages to the organ or to the P.A.K’s sensors.]
She paled a bit, eyes going wide and antennae pressed flat against her head, she frantically scanned over the room, panicking internally, she could faintly hear the countdown going down, she had 15 minutes to get out of here. She heard what happened, the planet that sent the call for aid was starting to be conquered.
Off of the commander’s screen, She saw an offshoot of the Irken armada, beginning to bombard the poor planet with lasers. The commander watched, wide-eyed, Tak leaned forwards (wincing a bit at the pressure change), and pointed to the small ship hovering close to the attacking ship. “That’s the powership, the-the battery for the laser is external and the-the-the power is beamed in from a different ship.” she explained, stuttering a bit, despite herself.
The artillery leader nods, sending that information to the stormer ships, that was gonna launch a counter attack.
Tak pointed out the type of fleet it was, a recolonization fleet, so they were intending to wipe out the Vortians here, only to replace them with more Irkens, she pointed out the ship that had the smeets that would’ve grown to be the new inhabitants, the artillery leader nodded, giving the information to the stormer ships as well.
She continued to give any information she possibly could regarding the fleet, even through the brain fog a full bladder and a stress inducing countdown could give a person. She felt another jet of urine escape while she was in the middle of a sentence, causing her to accidentally yell out the rest of it, before quickly getting to her feet, wincing at the shock of the drop.
“I, Sec-Second Commander Tak, would like to request to be dismissed.” She said, saluting, her legs pressed together.
Leader Lard Nar’s eyebrows raised at this, she hasn’t requested to be dismissed since she was first rescued/captured. “Second Commander Tak, is everything alright?” he asked.
She nodded a bit, trying not to fidget, She saluted and waited to be dismissed. The rest of the crew murmured amongst themselves for a bit, She looked between them all, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead, her clock rapidly clicking down.
She wanted to put her hands in between her legs to try to help alleviate some of the pressure as it just hurts so bad, it doesn’t help that she’s stuck standing here, as still as can be, in front of all her superiors and some of her equals, the only person who was lower rank than her, is the assistant from the elevator, who was busy taking notes, glancing up only to look at her.
“Everyone please, quiet down.” Leader Lard Nar barked out, the room went silent, “Second Commander Tak, As much as I’d like to, under code 8702-D, in order for me to grant your request for dismissal, You must present a reason.” he continued, leaning forward in his chair slightly.
If her antennae could flop back further, they would be, she winced a bit, she thought over how to explain this, “Uh, I...Er...I-I was- my-my training was not completed, it’s something I desperately must attend to.” she babbled.
Some of her superiors raised an eyebrow to her stammering, maybe thinking she’s lying, they began muttering among themselves again, she looked over the group, fidgeting a bit, partially from nerves but mostly because she was about 10 minutes away from actually pissing herself, She looked up to Lard Nar, awaiting his answer with bated breath.
He thought it over a bit, listening to the others discuss it, keeping track of the answers, before slamming his fist down on the arm of his chair, signalling the discussion period is over. “The ayes have it, Second Commander Tak, your request for dismissal has been approved. You may go.” Lard Nar concluded after a moment.
Tak let out a sigh of relief, and bowed her head, “Thank you, my leader, long live the resisty.”, She saluted and then quickly made her way out.
Once she was out in the hallway, she felt her knees buckle, twisting inwards, She swallowed back a whimper, she had to get out of there ASAP. She sprinted towards the restrooms on this deck, wincing as it increased her (already very intense) need to pee, she felt a spurt slip out, dampening her pants further, she let out a yelp, hopping a bit as to continue moving forwards but also to allow her legs to snap together, she grabbed her uniform shirt, pulling down on it, causing her to hunch over further.
She reached the restrooms, only to see a big ol’ “out of order” sign plastered on the restrooms, she furrowed her brow, “Oh come on!” she exclaimed, absolutely livid, She went to try the doorknob anyways, but it was locked, she kicked the door in frustration, sending a jolt through her body, causing her to leak once more, she quickly crossed her legs against each other, squeezing them to try to hold herself without actually using her hands.
She had to stay like that for a whole minute for her to regain control, she winced at the lost time there, but she knew if she didn’t do that, she wouldn’t have gotten the last 6 minutes. She made her way towards the elevators, maybe she could make it back to her room, there was a restroom in there! She hobbled out into the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was around, The coast was clear so she stuck a hand in between her legs to try to hold on, She limped forth.
She reached the elevator, and pressed the button to call it, shoving her other hand in between her legs as well, she hopped slightly from foot to foot, she hated that she was doing a potty dance like a smeet, but it…helped a little bit. a whine slipped from her lips, she had to pee so badly.
The elevator finally arrived, empty, thank goodness. She hobbled in, and gingerly removed one of her hands from in between her legs to press the button for the teleportation deck, she put her hand back between her legs, leaning on one of the side walls for support while she waited for the elevator to descend, She bit back a whimper as she braced for the movement of the elevator.
It creaked as it went down at a snail's pace, She had her eyes focused on the screen that showed what level she was on, and counted down, shifting her weight from leg to leg a bit, still leaning on the wall, she bit her lower lip to keep herself from making any noise.
The elevator ground to a halt at the teleporter deck and the doors opened with a creak, She took her hands out from in between her legs and hurried out and towards the teleporter bay, not caring if anyone sees her at this point, She shoved past people in the hallways as she rushed towards the teleporters, knocking over a poor Screwhead who was mid-conversation with a Jarbinthion.
“Sorry” she called back, directed at everyone she shoved, she slid a bit past the teleporter bay, but was able to stop herself from fully overshooting it, she rushed in, scrambling for teleporter 27, she practically threw herself in, slamming her fist on the door button, the glass panel squealed as the wheels ground against the metal track. It closed with a click and a beep, She hit the button to teleport, and with a blinding flash of purple tinted light and a loud crackle and “bzzt”, she was back in the ship her room is in.
She pressed the button to leave, but instead, there was an error buzz. “What?! No! Let me out!” She yelled, slamming her fist on the console, and then on the button to leave again, and yet that error noise sounded again.
“Come on- Help! Help!” She shouted, slamming her fists against the glass to try to get someone’s attention, desperately trying to get out, her legs buckled & gave way, leading her to falling to her knees, She lets out a yelp as the force jostled her painfully full bladder, causing her to start leaking, 2 minutes left, she realizes she can’t do this.
Even if she was free by now, she would have to really rush, and it doesn’t sound like anyone heard her, she continued to scream out for someone, anyone, to help her.
She felt some more pee dribble out, she was fighting a losing fight, she let out a shaky breath, she squeezed her legs as tight as she could, desperately trying to hold on, but she knew she couldn’t. 1 minute left, she yelled one last time. “Please! Please! Someone…Anyone…” her voice cracked.
And then...
[Initiating Forced Fluid Waste Removal...]
She quickly took her hands out from in between her legs as her bladder failed her, spilling its contents, she bit back a moan. “N-no, No!” she whimpered out, still trying desperately to stop it, but she physically could not stop it, she couldn’t do anything but stare at the floor.
the purple tinted puddle spread quickly on the glass floor underneath her as her tired bladder rejected its contents, reflecting the lights from the top of the teleporter, a liquid from a different source dripped into the puddle.
She furrowed her brow, and rubbed one of her eyes, pulling back a wet hand, was she… No, She wet herself like a smeet…and is crying like one too.
She quickly wiped at her eyes, trembling, she got to her feet to assess the damage. the puddle was...quite large, and her pants were absolutely soaked, as was a bit of the back of her uniform’s shirt, and a good half of her coat, her antennae poked up a small bit, at least she isn’t hurting anymore.
She tapped the button, and almost comically, the door slid open. She furrowed her brow again, her antennae perking up in irritation, but simply just sighed, she began the walk of shame back to her room, to go get cleaned up, how embarrassing. But before she fully left, she went to the maintenance console and tapped the call button.
“Teleporter pad 27 needs cleaning.”
Edited February 7, 2020 by Kai Waii
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A/N: This story takes place after the end of the new Star Wars movie The Rise Of Skywalker. There is spoilers from the movie in this story, so if you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this and wait until you have seen it.
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“Hey guys I’m Rey, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish all my naughty stories. It’s was because I had to fight the Emperor, who actually turns out to be my grandfather. Yeah my grandfather, anyway the last time we caught up was on Ahch-To where I pissed myself. Now let’s get back to the more recent update, after I defeated my Grandfather, I decided to come and live on Tatooine (the birth place of Luke and Anakin Skywalker), I have spent a whole week here now and even though Tattooine is a desert planet like Jakku I prefer Tattooine better because I am free from being a scavenger and give my salvage to Unkar Plutt and sleeping in that dreadful At-At walker where the toilet was broken and I didn’t live a great life. Anyway, I sometimes work part time as a scavenger and I help the Jawas with their scavenging. But most of the time I’m living in a much better lifestyle than before and be very naughty most of the time, exactly like today.”
”Today was my day to help the Jawas scavenging, we spotted an old X-wing and no I ain’t talking about Luke’s one it’s a complete different model. We then do the work on it and it was at this moment when I detached one of its Blissex, which heads to the Pilex driver (the thing that makes it start) and I detached the other one and the ship will never run again. The Jawas uses these Blissex and Pilex drivers to build droids, fix their ship or just as an item to trade, as I said to myself Another day, another ship to scavenge. I’ve never minded it. I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and at the of 12 and now I’m 20.
Then I slide into the bow of an X-wing and start on the fuel injectors. Within minutes, the first injector comes out with ease, on Jakku most scavenging X-Wings injectors don’t come out with so ease, because some other people removes all the most important parts and makes it jam. That has always been the blame I put on when I wet myself in its cockpit. This planet is exactly like Jakku with its weather patterns and I have to keep the heat off, I have to drink water. So I stop every half an hour to a break to take a drink of water. Onen thing about me is that I always have much more water than I need and makes me more desperate to pee.
I then get back to the fuel injectors, after another 15 minutes, I have all of them out and lying on the sand as I give them one by one to the Jawas. They give me some credits (Tattooine’s currency and its the same in Jakku) for my personal use or whatever use. I jump onto my speeder bike and ride it back to where I stay, I can already feel that I’m starting to get a full bladder. Oh yeah I forgot to say that I live close to the main town and not in a remote area, like on Jakku and there usually a lot of traffic back home at sundown and I always try to leave work earlier to avoid the traffic, but it was really bad now. I got to the turn off, but the traffic is already there and I had to wait in this traffic.
My bladder was getting more fuller and soon it will be aching for its release and I don’t want a repeat of what happened when I first got here I got drunk and pissed myself while drive I had to spend a lot of time cleaning the seat and I don’t want that happening again. The traffic was decreasing slowly, but my bladder was increasing slowly. I was scared I thought that the end was coming soon and that the inevitable process will happen. The traffic decreased fully, in simpler words it went away and by that reckoning I already had a full bladder. As soon as turned left towards home I glance down toward my hand and am shocked by what I see. My bladder is now stretched to its absolute limit to contain the flood within, and I think it’s about four inches. I slip one hand into my panties and brush past my clit to my urethra, there I can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving me insane with fear.
With my hand still stuck into my panties I felt a spurt come out of my slit and I apply more pressure, but my second spurt tells me I should get home quickly I completely drench myself and clean the seat again. I take my hand out of my damp panties and I haul myself up and with one hand I am applying pressure onto my crotch. I can see home, but despite constant pressure, my muscles begin to tire. This is resulted by another spurt making it’s way out of my lips. And another. Soon, I have a slow but steady stream coming out of my aching pussy.I try to clamp it off, but my muscles refuse to respond. I shove my hand into my urethra and I try to stop the flow by use the force on my bladder I put it’s spurting flood back into my urethra, but it won’t hold for much longer. Now my bladder responds. It wants relief and it wants it now! My sphincters decide that the moment is to completely relax, but I try to fight it.
I park the speeder in the driveway and I race to the door, I can’t open it with the key because if I did I would start wetting myself, so I used the force. The door mechanism opened and let me in, I used the force to close it as I ran towards the nearest bathroom. I open the door and close the door by the same method as the front door. I took my hand of my crotch and took off my pants and panties off, I stat down quickly on the toilet in seconds my bladder released it’s hold and I moaned heavily because I just made it. I spent the rest, just enjoying the relief.
I scream as what seems like all the water on Kamino pours out of my lower lips from my tortured bladder. Almost instantaneously a second one hits, this time like the Carbon Ridge falling on me, I enjoy what I can about my desperation and it’s relief. My stream dies down and wipe my vagina and I stand up and flush the toilet. I pull up my panties and pants and I walk into the kitchen and pick out a bottle of water and I drink the whole 1 litre bottle up and I walk to the bedroom, where I strip down until I am fully nude. Now as I am naked I get onto the bed and into the covers and I fall asleep with a full litre of water in me and it would be a wonderful thing to play with in the morning.
To Be Continued... |
“I wake up early in the morning, I have not yet pissed the bed and my bladder is aching so much. I just go back to sleep because I can’t be bothered to get up and use the bathroom, sometimes when I don’t feel like wetting the bed and getting up to use the bathroom. I usually pee in an open bucket and I enjoy it. Forgive for my naughty habits I only have them because I was brought up in a place with less bathrooms and my mind still thinks I’m at home. One major factor of my naughtiness is because the toilet in my home, which was broken from the battle of Jakku. This was because my home was a wreck of an AT-AT Walker.
I don’t want to my naughtiness today, I just want to pee. So I am forced to get out of bed to use the bathroom. I start making my way there and lock the door. I plonk my big sexy ass onto the toilet seat and it rains gold. Firstly, it is so warm and secondly, I can’t believe what I actually missed out with no bathroom in the house. Luckily this is not my first time doing because if it was I’ll probably have an accident, usually you don’t succeed when you first try it.
When you become a Jedi, you can use the force to manipulate your own bladder. Yeah I’m telling the truth, it definitely saved me from embarrassing me in battle. One time I almost wet myself a few days ago where I fought Kylo Ren on Endor. Anyway after my limit was over, Ithe toil
Just then I had the greatest idea ever! I thought because Jakku has the same currency as Tatooine, I could use my remaining credits for here. I get dressed quickly and run to the Falcon where Chewy is sleeping in one of the beds in the Falcon. I wake him up and tell him the plan, we then start the engines and start to fly away. I don’t do anything special on the Falcon as Chewy takes over the flying, I don’t have to pee, I don't feel like playing games.
We have arrived at our destination, Jakku and convenient, Chewbacca parked the ship right next to the AT-AT. It is better that he parked it here rather than anywhere else because people may be hunting me, you saw how angry Unkar Plutt looked when I left with Finn two years ago. You never know what he might do. I quickly grabbed all my money and everything else and placed it onboard and when I was finished, Chewy flys us away.
After another long flight back to Tatooine, I just do the same thing until we get there. After a long flight we arrived and I get ready to do my work and before that I have breakfast and then I’m off to help the Jawas. I get on my speeder bike and it is sunrise currently and I arrive. One small fact about Jawas is that they have the most weirdest times to scavenge.
The boss Jawa comes and shows me where they are currently working on, it was another ship, something stuck in the sand and something that I couldn’t see that good from where I’m standing. It wasn’t an X-wing, but it was an old Y-wing.
Now I remember that a Y-wing’s parts are exactly the same as an X-wing, with the Blisses and Pilex drivers but the rest aren’t. I detached one of its Blissex, then to the Pilex driver and then I reach out for the other Blissex and now it won’t run again. The Jawas takes the Blissex and Pilex drivers to the piles of droids parts and today they allowed me to take some for myself. I slide into the bow of the ship and start on the fuel injectors.
Within minutes, the first injector comes out. I love scavenging because like what I said I’ve been doing this for as long as I can remember and at the of 12 and now I’m 20. Even though it’s in the early hours of the morning, it’s so damn hot! So I stop every half an hour to a break to take a drink of water. soon I’m going to get the fact that I’ve drank so much water and that I’m going to piss myself in a most embarrassing way.
Now we move onto the thing that got stuck in the sand and it was a old busted up droid that was an Astromech droid and look sort of exactly like R2. I bargained with the Jawas that I want to keep the droid and they allow me to do that with no hassle. We then proceed to the last final area and that was the thing that I couldn’t see, I drank and drank as we walked over there and my bladder was fine and not aching for relief yet.
When we finally got there I was getting quite desperate to pee, but I hoped that this one would not be so hard. It was an old bust up speeder and I knew it would be a somewhat hardish job, but because I did have to fix my own speeder bike once and I remember it was actually easy. I opened the hatch and nothing was there someone robbed it, the Jawas said to me that it was going to be sent to one of the residents here, but he can’t get it broken like this, I thought. I asked one of the Jawas if they had any parts to a speeder and he nodded, he even walked with me to show me where it is.
They had quite the stash and then all of a sudden, I had to pee big time. I knew I would never make it if I went to fix the ship and I had to embarrassedly ask that same Jawa to ask him if I could use the bathrooms on their vehicle. He did ask me could I hold it and I replied no and he allowed me to go. I made my way there where he told me, I went into the right bathroom and did the usual (undress, then pee). It started to come out and I loved the feeling of my hot pee burst into the toilet and I smiled as it happened. When I was done I reported back to my duties”.
To Be Continued...
Edited February 29, 2020 by Batman007
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Assorted Story 1: An Expert on Explosions (Edition 1)
[Tags: Wetting, Messing, generally faffing with Canon, Konosuba)
Rrrrrg…..Rrrrrg…
“Easy….We’re almost there…”
It had been a long trek from the village, but the guild hall was finally in sight. The promise of work, pay, and most importantly, food awaited inside…
“Just...gotta….endure...it..a little longer...”
It had been several days since her last meal, as her stomach was all too keen to remind her. She didn’t have any money, and she was far too feeble to go hunting for wild animals…
But, there was a chance… If she could find a party that would take her, and get even a single job……
She could get enough money to buy some food for her sister, and make it just a little while longer….
The hall was bustling with adventurers of many shapes and sizes, yet despite such a variety of people…
“You think that maybe we should lower our recruitment standards just a little bit?”
“Nonsense! I’m a Goddess, they’ll be lining up to party with me! Just you wait!”
They were an unusual pair, indeed. A boy with short brown hair with a green tracksuit… And a girl with elegant, dark blue clothes...With bright blue hair, that trailed down her back, and an overly perky smile...
“Yeah, but considering we're a starter party...” the boy calls, rolling his eyes. “You think maybe only wanting advanced classes a bit unreasonable?"
“But I'm the Goddess Aqua!” the blue haired girl replies, indignantly. “I'll accept nothing less than the best! And you, of course.. Kazuma.”
“Nnn.. but what kind of advanced class is so hard up for work they'll help a party like ours?” Kazuma replied back. “I'm a low level adventurer, and you're a useless Godd-.”
“Ahem...”
Even compared to the two, she knew she stood out. A petite body, with a knee-length red dress.... A large, wide-brimmed hat that was stitched to resemble a mouth on it.....A bright red eyepatch over her face, fingerless gloves, and bandages over her leg. Her one visible eye shimmered a brilliant crimson.... And, though her stomach felt like it was digesting itself out of desperation, she struck a prominent pose, flourishing her hands over her face. To do any less would be unbecoming of her clan, regardless of her state.
“I'm here to apply for your party.” she stated, fingers going over her eyes, but parted to permit her vision. “I am a mage of the crimson demon clan, who commands the most powerful Magic: Explosion! My name is Megumin!”
People around whispered a few things out of her earshot, but Aqua's eyes lit up.... Beaming.
“Ooh! See Kazuma? I told you that our flyer would work!”
"I....see...” the boy responded, looking her up and down. "I'm not so sure I want some kind of jailbait mage in our party. People stare enough as it is...”
“J..Jailbait?!” the Crimson demon answered, indignantly. “I...I am not jailbait! I'm the most prestigious mage of the Crimson Demon clan! My skills are unparalleled! My might, unquestionable....”
“The crimson demon clan are powerful mages..!” Aqua whispered to the boy, behind a raised palm. “There's no sense in denying her offering to help, is there? Worse comes worse, you can just...”
"Alright, alright...” the boy relented, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me Miss Crimson demon...”
“Megumin.”
"What's the catch? Why would you ally yourself with our party? Surely, if you're as great as you say you are, you'd have no trouble getting a more competent group than me and the useless Go-”
An interrogation cut short by the small girl suddenly falling forward, her petite body finally giving out from it's lack of energy. For all his sniping, Kazuma leapt from his chair at this, and hurriedly moved to the girl's side.
"Hey, Loli-mage! Are you okay? What happened..?”
It took nearly every ounce of life in her body to answer..... Mustering only a single word.....
“Food......”
It was enough to get her message across, as by the time Megumin's eyes opened again, she was sitting before a veritable smorgasbord of odds, ends, and flavors... Kazuma and Aqua positioned on the sides of the table, as he gave her a wave of his hand.
"Go on, eat.” he assured, a hand rubbing his head. "Not gonna let you starve... Even if I don't think you're going to be of much use. I mean, what can a little loli mage like you do?”
She wanted to respond. She wanted to answer him, and explain to him that age has no bearing on ability, that she could easily take care of the entire guild hall at once if she desired. That any party would be lucky to have her....
...
However, that would require doing things like breathing and not-eating... Both things she'd had more than her fair share of over the past few days....
"Jeez, I didn't think you were that hungry." the talkative boy replied, as she nearly shoveled tray after tray of whatever she could get her hands on. "Do you just Not eat for days on end or something?”
There was more silence, a leer from her one visible eye....And then right back into devouring as much as she could muster in a short time frame, as if they would pull the plates from under her any second....
"If you don't slow down, you're gonna upset your stomach!” he added on, as the girl's body considered her food intake to be sufficient to snap back.
“The crimson demon clan have stomachs of steel!” she stated, wiping her face with her sleeve. “'Tis a meager offering by our standards, but it will do for my services, Adventurer and companion whose hair is like the sea!"
"If you say so....” the brown haired boy answered, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm Kazuma, that's Aqua.”
If Megumin herself was eating quickly, it seemed to be nothing compared to how Aqua was practically inhaling certain foods that Megumin hadn't finished, looking much less regal than her attire suggested..... As she similarly knocked back a large glass of what Megumin figured was the tavern's booze...
"So, what service do you request of me, the great Crimson Demon?" she called, as Kazuma looked to Aqua... and then rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly.
"Well there are these frogs you see....”
As soon as the trays were cleared, the group was off! Megumin felt better than she had for weeks with all of the food in her belly, as Kazuma explained the sit0tion..
They were dealing with frogs. Giant frogs, that were seemingly resistant to physical blows. Given the party was of a Cleric, and a lowly adventurer, they were all too happy to have someone with some more literal firepower......
Of which, she was truly unparalleled. None could rival the might of her..
Grrrrgggg....
A hand went over the petite mage's stomach as she felt it grumbling... Not in hunger, but in another sense...As she hastily planted her hand at her side before the adventurer could notice...
"So, we were hoping that you could help us finish them off.” Kazuma finished, seemingly not noticing her light pause. "We'll give you a fair cut of the reward and all, and I've already managed to kill one. So, it should work out.”
"O...Of course it will." she stated, feeling a bit of sweat beading up on her forehead. "For a mage of my level, this is no more troubling than a morning jog!"
"If you say so..."
The frogs were definitely gigantic, that was true. Each one looked about the size of the common hut in the woods, or even some of the larger caravans that people traversed in. Though they weren't very aggressive, they'd defend themselves if something was too close to them.. Which unfortunately, included things like buildings, statues, and farms that were built on uneven ground.
Outside of protecting livestock, and preventing property damage, people would sometimes hunt the frogs for their meat as well... Which lead to a strangely addicting, if weird textured taste when properly grilled.... The thought made Megumin's mouth water, even after having such a big meal....
Grrrggg...Grrrrg......
Something her body was getting a little too keen to remind her on, as Kazuma pointed at one of the frogs by it's lonesome, staring at a tree amidst the wide open field.
"Alright, show us what you can do, Loli mage!." Kazuma stated, as the girl put the thought out of her mind...
'It’ll pass' she thought, quietly to herself. 'I'll take care of this, and I shouldn't have to worry....'
Magic was.... a troublesome factor in a person's life. It was something most adventurers could pick up, and it was very useful for a medley of things...
However, one's magic was limited by their MP, which was an innate thing that people were nearly incapable of changing, and outside of some very precious gems, one could only expend so much energy to cast spells, based on your own innate talent.
If you lacked the MP, you could sometimes substitute your own energy for a mana deficiency...Though, most mages refused to let their bodies get to that point, preferring instead to retreat and recover. Megumin was such a big eater, because unlike them...As an expert from the crimson demon clan...
'I can use that excess energy to fuel my spell..' she thought to herself, as she closed her eyes....And began a chant.
"In the beginning, there was naught.....And then, there was this..." the girl started, holding out her magic staff, as energy started to crackle around her. "That which brought about the beginning of all things, and which will bring about your end! Feel the might of the most powerful spell known to humanity, which birthed all, and bests all..."
The very air around the frog started to glow a bright orange, as a circle formed around it...
"Hear thine name, and cease your existence...... EXXXXXXXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSION!"
It was not a simple bang, a whimper, a flutter, or even a slam.... It was, as the name suggested, an impossibly loud, incinerating, devastating, OVERWHELMING blast of raw, concentrated mana, that didn't just engulf, but completely vaporize the frog from the plane of existence, leaving behind scorch marks....Flickering embers, and the smell of cooked frog meat in the air....
It was the greatest magic, and the one she was known for... The explosion mage, Megumin....
"Holy shit.... She did it!" Kazuma called, wide eyed. "Now THAT is real magic! Oh man, we really lucked out after all finding that Loli Mage! She's perfect, she's great, she's..."
Fwump....
The petite mage fell face-first into the grassy field, her whole body frozen up, and feeling almost completely drained of the energy she had before....
Her muscles relaxed to a degree that she could barely muster a chuckle... Her face fell slack for a bit, and her tongue was dangerously close to falling out of her mouth as she laid flat.... The downside of such a dangerous magic readily evident....
Yes, it was the most powerful spell known to man.... And, while she could theoretically cast it....
"Wh..what happened?! Is this some kind of 'Turn your HP into MP' so now you're on death's door kind of spell?"
Megumin couldn't quite muster an affirmation yet, so she tried to blink very obviously....
It was once for yes, two for no, wasn't it..?
"Gah... I was hoping we could wipe out the field, but we have to get out of here..." the boy called, as he turned to Aqua. "Come on, we gotta..."
Megumin couldn't see what happened, but based on the yells that rang to her ears, she could only imagine that the other girl got... attacked by one of the frogs.
They weren't incredibly dangerous, but they had a wide palette for food.....
...
Which she was now acutely aware that she was a sitting.... Laying duck for the very beings to come and gobble up....
Yet, thankfully, the warmth that came around her body wasn't of a tongue trying to pull her in, but of someone's body, lifting her up to carry...
"That spell's way too dangerous..." the boy's voice rang to her as she recovered enough energy to open her eyes, already halfway to town. "You definitely can't be casting that if you want to be with us. You're too vulnerable after it..."
She opened her mouth to protest, feeling the lightest of feeling in her feet again... But...
Grrrrrrrrgggg....Grrrrrggglllle...
Something else had taken ample opportunity of her recovery time, what was once a harmless gurgle had grown into a very troubling weight.... That she could feel on it's path downward and outward...
"And people are going to ask questions if they see me carrying around a little girl like this after every mission, and.."
"Can't..." the girl answered, as she tried to tense, and clench up her bottom......Feeling the pressure mounting it's attack on her dignity....
"Ah? Whattya mean you can't?" the boy answered, seemingly unaware of her plight....as she tried to stiffen her body up.
"I...can't..." she started, softly...Before trying to put on a brave face. "I can't...cast other kinds of magic...! It's only...Only explosion....!"
"WHAT?!" Kazuma yelled, stopping in place as they arrived in town, and jarring her tiny body. "You mean you don't know any other magic?! You're as bad as Aqua!"
"Hey, I heard that!"
The petite mage couldn't argue the point, the sudden stop feeling like someone shoved on her ailing tummy, as if telling her urge to hurry along, as she felt the weight getting closer and closer to disaster....
She usually could cast her spell off in time to use the energy from her food and avoid this... But, perhaps with her rabid consumption, she may have in fact taken in more than she could process... As the boy groaned...
"No wonder you had to come to us! Nobody would take someone whose only skill makes them pass out! That's just stupid...!"
"P...Please...." she stated weakly, feeling the pressure starting to surmount..
Frrrt..Frrrrt....
"Please what? I'm already carrying you back! Thanks for the help and all, but i don't think i can handle another dead weight to lug around on my team.."
"Y..you don't understand.." she pleaded, her eyes near tears as she squeezed with all of her remaining might... Still feeble, and weakened from her magic The idea of being tossed aside again was horrible... Terrifying.... Mortifying even....
Horrid memories seemed to take form in her stomach, further weighing down the pressure that was budding.... swelling.....descending at a rapid pace as she thought of her her sister, her clan, and of her very name.......
So, with all of her other options threatening to slip away from her, and more than opportunity knocking at the door, the boy threatening to slam the door in her face... .She went for the last, most drastic, and definitively most effective option...
Frrrrrrrrt....Crk..
"A...Alrrrrrrriiiiiiight!" she screamed, loud enough to get everyone's attention. "I..I...i really didn't want...nngh...it to come to this, but if it's the only way to get you to ac....acc...accept me...I'll do it...! I'll....I'll...I'll cater to your.......Little girl ffffff...Fantassssssiiiiiessssssss!!!"
Crrrrk...brrrrrrttt...
There was no stopping it at this point.... She could feel the pressure of lunch, processed into energy and waste pushing and forcing it's way out from under her dress... Her poor, cotton black panties sporting a now bulging tent that grew with every passing second....
"Nnnnn....Nnnnnghhhh....I'm.....I'm....m..m..messing myself...for you.." she sniveled, her face burning bright red as very real tears came to her eyes. "I..in front of all of these people... D..d..dadd-"
"Sshhhhh!!! Stop, Stop! People are staring!" Kazuma quickly stifled, rocking back and holding her against him. "Y..You can stay, you can stay! Just..stop making a scene..!"
The most effective persuasion of all: Blackmail. However, though she now had her party...
Frrrttt..crckle...crckle....
It didn't stall her stomach's release any further, as she continued to shame, and mess herself...The uncomfortably warm, mushy sensation encompassing her rear end...
Psssss...sssshhhhh...
As the front of her panties were assaulted as well, with warm wetness she couldn't fight back.....Trickling down her legs, and warming her body in the most troubling of ways.... (Along with soaking the boy's track jacket)
Yet, once she could get cleaned up and do some laundry, she would now have a source of income for her family, and for herself!
...
Even if whispered hushes now occasionally mentioned that she was an expert on different kinds of explosions than her magic......
A small price to pay for an honest living. |
[HIgh-Class Trouble]
[A Birthday gift for @Biku]
‘This Is.... nothing.’
The thoughts of the upper crust, the confidence of a queen.....Or maybe even just the false assurance of a girl with too much to lose..
A few hours prior, the doors to an incredibly lavish building, teeming with brilliantly dressed figures and forms.... Some kind of significant gathering of important people....
Yet, all heads turn as the doors finally open.... As the last, and most important individuals strode in, spurring gossip and chatter among the audience...
"That's the CEO of the company.."
"Yeah, and her husband and child too.."
A raven haired woman clad in red, a curly-brown haired man clad in a silver suit, and an exceptionally elegant looking daughter.... With a sky blue dress, fair pale skin, and a dark blue ribbon managing some slightly poofy, curled black hair....
"Go along, Emily." the woman whispers to the younger girl, lightly waving her on. "We've got some mingling to do with the general public."
"Yes, of course mother." the younger woman answered, as she strayed from her family's side swiftly.
‘Mustn't give the wrong impression.’ Emily thought, rattling off a list of mental orders. ‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.'.
It was tough, being the daughter of one of the most renowned CEOs of her country. Her parents weren't neglectful, but they were.. occupied for a significant portion of time. Not that she minded, being able to live in the lap of luxury was well-worth the occasional quiet night at home......
Or in this case, being at another party with a bunch of strangers she'd never met. She sincerely doubted there was anyone even remotely her age in this 'Party' they held, much less any of her (Admittedly small) group of friends. Yes, a few hours of pacing around plush red carpeting, eating and drinking just ever-so-slightly, and giving noncommittal answers to the probing questions of the masses. Yes, just another mundane week's end for Emily Cole.....
"Hey, aren't you the daughter of Cole's Pharmaceuticals?" one person asked, as she started towards the punch bowl to grab a drink..
"I am." she answered, quietly pouring herself a glass as she raised it to her lips.
"What's your mom really like? I mean, I hear all kinds of stuff, but i..."
Emily merely raised the glass to her lips, and started to move away. A trick she'd discovered over years of these sort of things: If you had a beverage in your hand, you could get out of most unwelcome conversations by merely raising the glass and walking on. She imagined the man would be a bit put off, but she didn't want to converse over her family at the moment....
There were several snacks, hors d'oeuvres, and various other distractions that caught the eye of many a party goer... But, Emily did her best to stay out of the limelight, and out of trouble...
‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.'.she told herself again and again, as if on some kind of mantra... As she sipped, snacked, and quietly walked around... Trying to enjoy her solitude, as the waiters started to come around for the wine tasting.
Not something she partook in, of course.. But, her father was quite.. enthusiastic about the varied wines and their ages.... Something that embarrassed her to no end, as he would get quite...
"And then, my daughter was like 'but That one, Papa!'" the voice of her father called as he laughed with several other individuals, at a story that was probably not funny in the slightest. Emily furrowed her brow, and made herself as small as possible as she put some more distance between her and her family... Sipping from her punch (Which needed to be refilled soon) to get out of interacting with any would-be probes of discussion.
Yes, everything was going routine. Boring, bright, and annoying as usual......For a few hours, at least. However, by the time she'd poured her fifth 'Get out of conversation free' glass, a sensation stirred inside of her...
Pang....
"Ah...!" the girl softly groaned, her legs pressing together a bit tighter as she recognized the only demerit of avoiding uncomfortable conversations with strangers...
She had to pee.... A fair amount too, given by the sudden swell in sensation. She had never been the kind to deliberately deviate, holding herself prominently for any sort of occasion.... Preferring to get the annoyance out of the way as soon as possible and be done with it.... Ever since she had been a child, and had a few...incidents, she'd usually be careful and cautious with her body... Doing her best to avoid any troublesome situations, or uncomfortable scenarios...
But she was no child... Not anymore. These kind of things were fated to happen, one way or another.. And, given the sheer mass of people that she was avoiding....
'Perhaps... I overdid it a little on the punch.' she thought to herself as she took a seat in one of the chairs for resting.... Crossing one leg over another casually as her eyes glanced around the ballroom.
The party seemed to be in full swing at this point, so hoping for an early night was out of the question.... Her mother had just started telling the story of how she was a self-made woman, studying medicine since he was able to read and being top of her class.... The usual bragging that seemed to drag on for ages...
And, most annoyingly of all, she couldn't pick apart anyone in the crowd who seemed to share in her plight..... Which would have been an easy out to her scenario..
‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.' she chanted to herself again, as she glanced around the room... Feeling the incessant panging stir anew.
She had to keep herself still, she couldn't risk making a fool of herself by asking where the bathroom was, and she most definitely could not....
..
‘Nnnn...!! Don't even think about that...' she snapped at herself, as she switched legs.... Pondering how long it would take for someone else to need a break, before..
"Oh, you're Miss Cole, aren't you?" another voice, a boy around her age called out. She flinched, and raised the glass to her lips on reflex....
Cringing internally as her body recoiled at the thought of more liquid..
"M...Mmmmth.." she sounded noncommittally as she forced the mouthful of punch down her throat, the boy turning to the crowd.
"Did your parents drag you here too?" the boy, someone with messy brown hair and the undeniable air of a loser about him, called... Slumping. "I'm only here cause my parents want to rub elbows with the elite. By coming here every so often, i get them off my back... You know?"
The black haired girl took sip after sip, trying to avoid having to answer the boy...Eyes darting around the room, until at last....
"I must be going..." she answered softly as a woman in a long purple dress started to head off into the halls....Prompting her to borderline leap out of her seat, and after the woman....
The telltale posture, the way the woman's hand went over her belly.... No doubt about it...
She was headed to a bathroom, one that Emily could surreptitiously relieve herself in after, and be back without trouble.... A desire that was getting slightly more urgent as the punch continued to run it's course through her system.....
Forcing the girl to consider for the fleetest of moments to apply some pressure..... A quick press....
Before rounding the corner with a bit of shock, and a groan...
"Nooo..." she groaned...For despite the fact there was in fact, a bathroom to be used...
There were also about a dozen or so women similarly waiting in line.....Prompting her to wince, as she quietly took to the back of the line.
There wasn't anything to be done, she'd just have to endure quietly... Carefully... and just wait out the line.
Some of the women struggled to put on a strong front as they waited, while others hopelessly bounced and squirmed openly... More than a few flushed faces indicating they may not have been in their right minds.....As Emily struggled to stay as still as possible..
"What kind of place like this only has three stalls? I'm bursting here!" one woman cried out quickly, prompting a scowl of disgust from the straining Emily...
"Nnnnn... seriously.." Another woman, more composed, but no less troubled, called. "Hey! Hurry up in there! Some of us are wearing rentals out here!"
"I..in a minute!" someone's voice called distantly from the bathroom... As Emily furrowed her brow, and raised one of her legs in a half-desperate bounce...
‘Don't make a scene.Don't ask questions. Don't embarrass the family.' she chanted to herself again, trying to detract from the growing agony in her lower belly... As the line moved oh so slowly.... Minutes feeling like hours.... The glasses of punch feeling like pitchers... And the crowd of people in line growing louder, and more rambunctious with every passing member....
Soon enough, the dozen people had dwindled down to a mere four, not counting her. One entered, as Emily had finally resorted to applying the slightest bit of pressure, an absolutely agonizing urge nagging at her to just forego with the line, and charge in at the next opening....
‘N..No.... I can't make a scene...." she thought to herself, squeezing a bit harder. ‘And I can't embarrass my family.....'
Losing it was out of the question, and yelling for them to hurry was out. Asking for another's spot in line was right out as well, as she just silently struggled.. .Switching from foot to foot, before...
Three women all left the bathroom at once, leaving her at the front of the line after the women in front of her charged in. She breathed a sigh of relief, taking a few steps closer, as she took in a sharp breath, and exhaled...
'There there... almost there...'
It would just be a few minutes, and a stall would open. Then, she could just pace in, lower her garments, and finally end this torment....
It seemed like no time at all that the door was opening, and someone starting out... Her window to escape the tyranny of piddle problems..
..
Until..
"E..Emergency! Clear a path!" a woman yelled, charging straight past the girl and into the bathroom... A hand on the back of her dress, and clutching her stomach giving the all-too-telltale signs of distress.....
"A..Ah..! H..hey!" she protested, but it was far too late. She could hear the woman's groans through the door, and it was clear she wasn't going to be out for a while.
Similarly, there was now another horde of people standing behind her, shifting and squirming as she looked back... Feeling her heart sink.
'There's...so many people....' she thought, feeling her cheeks pinken a bit. 'I...If i go in there... They'll...!.'
Emily darted from the line at this, stiffly stagger-pacing back through the ball... Glancing about to see if her parents seemed ready to leave...
To no avail.
"And then there was the time that..."
Her father was in full-on story mode, and he was the only person who liked hearing his voice more than her mother... As she was being lead to the bathrooms she had just escaped from...
No doubt, to help with the person who cut her in line with obvious... Distress.
'Mom HAD to be a doctor.....' she chided to herself, knowing that any hopes of an early exit would be dashed until the person in the bathroom was tended to....
So, she had only one other escape... One way to avoid causing a scene, asking questions, or shaming her family.....
"Outside... I have to get out of here..." she groaned to herself, hunching forward as she started towards the door, keeping only the lightest of eyes out for anyone following her.... Such as a journalist, or that annoying boy....
As she pushed open the doors, and glanced along the gardens with a large tree...Hobbling over, and leaning against the trunk for balance.
"It'll..It'll have to do..." she told herself, feeling her whole body winding up like a spring...
Ssssh
As a spray of warmth started to seep into her underclothes, giving her mere moments to act....
Her sky blue dress being hoisted over pale, creamy thighs....While striped orange undergarments marred with a splotch of shame were yanked down over her hips...
Psssssssssssshhhhhh..sssssssssssshhhhh..sssssssshhhhhhhhhSsssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhh
As an absolute deluge erupted from her lower lips, splashing the ground and then some as her body forcefully ejected all of the punch she'd been handling throughout the night..... Splattering, and splashing at her feet, as her free hand went to her mouth.
"Mmgggghhhhhtttthhh....!!!! Mmmmmaaahhhhhhaaaahhhnnnnnnnn....aaaaahhnnnn.."
Badly muffling a series of groans, moans, and noises she was making. An unfortunate habit that developed over the years...
Anytime she was forced to hold more than a middling amount, she had a bit of a.... noisy reaction. She wasn't entirely sure if it was just a vulgar trait from a restrained lifestyle, or if it just always felt that good to piss, but every time she emptied from a lengthy hold...
"Mmaaaaahhhhhh..haaaaaahhhhhnnnn....aaaaaaaaahhnnnn..."
She was left a groaning, panting, shuddering mess. The cool, night's air against her tender area certainly didn't dissuade any of the shivers her body felt.... But, as her personal faucet was starting to taper off...
"Hey...Do you hear something?"
She bit down on her hand, kneeling down into a squat as she muffled her noises as best she could.....
Unfamiliar women's voices.....
"Must be the wind.." another called. "C'mon, let's get back in, before Mr. Cole notices anything's off."
"Yeah......" the first voice responded, as Emily heard the footsteps departing from her location. "If the line wasn't so long for the bathrooms, we wouldn't have had to go outside like a bunch of animals."
"Oh, don't lie! It was fun!"
Emily could feel her heart pounding, and her face flushing.... The trickle of her stream only now tapering off as she managed to finally catch up on her breathing.... A bite mark on the back of her hand all-too-evident.
It was close.... So very, very close.....But....
‘I didn't make a scene....I didn't ask any questions" She thought, as she lightly wiggled her hips... Trying to dry off, before pulling her slightly damp panties up. 'And... once again, I didn't embarrass the family.'
Now, she just had to make it back inside, and back into the crowd with nobody suspecting a thing.
‘Yeah... After that, This is..... nothing..’ |
[Commissioned by @Maki]
[Choco-Trouble]
[Tags: Wanko to Kuraosu, Messing, padding remarks]
“Mmn. Easy walk today. Keep the pace, everyone.”
It always seemed to be kind of weird, the svelte blue haired girl holding back a whole armada of dogs on their afternoon walk….
But, if one looked at the top of her head, they’d see her two perky ears poking out…Giving away her true nature.
In this world, there were animals, sure….But, in addition, there were Anthropods, animals that looked more like people than animals.
In this case, the pack of dogs were being led by an Anthro dog herself. She gripped the medley of leashes in her hand, reigning in the pack as they traversed down the streets around their home.
“Ah, Kotarou!” one of the neighbors called with a wave, prompting the blue haired Anthro to wave back. “Taking the store dogs for a walk again?”
“Afternoon, Shiki-san.” She answered with a wave. “Yeah, Momma always gets tugged away by them, so it’s usually up to me.”
“You’re such a good girl, Kotarou.”
Kotarou smiled, and continued along with the dogs as they went through the neighborhood, and out towards the riverside. Kotarou could loosen her grip now, with such a wide open area…. And, because the dogs knew who the alpha was of the pack.
“Well, now they know…” she thought, closing her eyes. When she’d first started walking the dogs, there had been more than a few spats, growls, and struggles to keep them all in line….
Not to mention a certain… troublesome incident she didn’t like to think about. When her nerves compounded with a pent up need, and…
…
Kotarou shook her head as she quietly paced around the floodplains, seeing a few others walking around casually, and an older woman sitting on a picnic blanket. Kotarou could feel herself relaxing, just a tad… Until…
“Ah..! Kyona-chan!”
Kotaro’s ears perked up as she saw someone flailing about in the water, her head bobbing down under it. Someone was in danger..!
“Everyone, stay here.” Kotarou called, sprinting and diving into the water as fast as she could.
“H-H-Help..!! Kyouna can’t swim!” the victim, a flailing girl called…. As Kotarou wrapped her arm around her.
“I’ve got you..” She called, pulling her, as she fought against the river’s flow, pulling the girl to shore. Though she usually worked as a police dog, Kotarou was no stranger to saving others in need…….
“Ohhh.. Ohhh Kyouna! Don’t worry me like that!” the older woman on the blanket pacing over. “You fell in, and I couldn't…”
“A..awaaaah...Kyouna’s sorry Mommy…” The girl, whom Kotarou’s nose could now pick out as an Anthro herself… Though, based on her tail, and how she reacted to the water…
‘A cat…’ Kotarou thought to herself, as the woman quickly turned her attention to Kotarou herself.
“I can’t thank you enough, Ma’am.” She cried out, loudly. “Please… If there’s anything i can do miss!”
“Hm..? Oh, it was nothing.” Kotarou started, as her nose suddenly started to twitch. There was something…. Delicious in the air. The girl’s ears wiggled, and she turned her gaze to the basket, where there were a small medley of cookies piled up. Kotarou had never smelled something so sweet in her life….
“Ah, do you want some of these?” the woman answered, noticing her face. “Have you ever had chocolate chip before? Can anthro dogs.…”
Kotarou felt herself drooling a bit, but quickly wiped her mouth and averted her gaze.
“I...That isn’t necessary..” she started sheepishly, as the woman bundled up a few of the cookies.
“Here! Please, I insist!” the woman called, smiling. “I wish i could do more for you, but these old bones can’t move like they used to.”
Kotarou opened her mouth to protest, but she felt herself drooling some more… So, she just relented, and accepted the cookies from the woman, as she started to gather up the leashes.
“Don’t feed those to the others!” the older lady called. “I know dogs can’t normally have chocolate, but maybe since you’re part human..”
Kotarou gave a slight nod as the other dogs barked out praise and thanks to her. She was used to it, in a sense.. But, it was always nice to get praised.
“Momma will probably be proud too..” she thought, as she started along. “And, she’ll probably like these cookies too.”
She looked down at the sweet smelling food, and once again, felt herself drooling. There were six of them there…
“Maybe… Just one would be fine….” she started, lifting one up to taste…
….
……..
The smell of chocolate was teasing at his nose, and filling the house. It was a rare time for Risa to cook anything purely for the taste, rather than nutrition… And, Yuuichi couldn’t help but smile a bit.
“Chocolate cupcakes, Hm?” He thought out to himself, as a loud beeping could be heard…. And, Risa was nowhere to be seen. He sat for a few moments, before shrugging and standing up… Going to grab mitts, and remove them from the oven before they could burn.
“Mm...Mmmm.. Those smell good…”
As if on cue, the orange haired Anthro that was his pet, Mikan, had flanked his side, just as he set the tray of cupcakes down…. As he watched her tail wiggle, and her mouth water.
“Ah… Hey..” He called, lightly. He’d asked Risa for something for his classes he tutored, but come to think of it…
Could Anthros handle chocolate? Even he knew regular dogs weren’t able to digest it, and it made them quite sick, but if they had more human bodies….
“Don’t even think about it, Yuuichi!” the brown haired, twintailed cook cried out, stepping into the kitchen. “No taking any for yourself! And, No chocolate for Mikan or Silvie!”
The orange haired anthro pouted, prompting Yuuichi to pat her head… As he turned.
“Um… Is it poison for Anthros too?” He asked, as Risa started to decorate the tops with icing.
“Well… yes and no.” Risa stated, matter of factly. “It’s not deadly, like it is with regular dogs. But, the chocolate still messes up their digestion a bit… And, it usually… Well, it causes some… incidents, with their movements…”
“Oh..” Yuuichi started. “You mean like that time when we were doing that right after you got out of class, but i didn’t believe you actually had food pois-”
“Ahhhhh!! No, no no! No bringing that up!” Risa cried out, flush-faced. “I had to throw those panties out! The smell kept bothering Mikan and Silvie!”
Yuuichi chuckled lightly at the memory, glancing out the window.
‘I”m glad i’m engaged to someone who knows so much about dogs..’
……
………..
Kotarou felt an uneasy sensation in her gut as she walked…. Wincing as a cold sweat broke out over her.
This sensation was all too familiar….And all too uncomfortable.
Grrrggg...Grrrgg..Grrrgle…
Her stomach was upset, and it felt like her body was clenching involuntarily. She hadn’t felt a pressure like this since the first week she had to walk the dogs, and….
“W..was it the cookies.?” She thought, holding her gut with her free hand. “Did.. Did they have something in them?”
It didn’t smell off…. And, it certainly smelled, and tasted amazing. But, she had just made it back into town when the pressure hit. Harder, and faster than the time she had trouble with nerves..
Perhaps… It wasn’t the best idea to eat something the other dogs couldn’t handle….
“G..Gotta hurry..” she called to herself, starting to be the one tugging the dogs, rather than vice versa. “Gotta..get home..”
People waved, and the dogs seemed confused at her insistence, but Kotarou couldn’t bear them any mind. She was a model for strong, authoritative dogs in the neighborhood. She was a police dog, she’d been doing this for almost three years now…
So, she absolutely, positively, could not let this overcom-
Frrrtcklllblbl..
“Ahhh..!!!”
The Anthro gasped as the pressure seeped past her clenched bottom, sputtering some foul-smelling ick into the back of her panties and jeans….Making her thrust her free hand back. “No...No..No...we’re so close…!”
She bounced and squeezed her bottom with her hand as best she could…. Trying to halt any further advances of shame….
Just thirty more meters…...Twenty….Ten…
Brrrble...Crkle..
Five….Four….Three….
“Ah, Kotarou..” the young-visage of her Mother called, waving her hand. “Is..is everything okay hone..”
“Nnghhhhaaaa…”
Kotarou couldn’t fight it anymore…. The pressure had been too much, and with the last step towards her home, her body involuntarily relaxed…
Crrrkle….brrrlgggggh...crkl...brrrlgh..
As her tummy aggressively emptied it’s contents into the seat of her panties, and jeans. A trail could be seen descending from her bottom as she fell to her knees, unable to do anything but go.
“A...Awaaaa...Aawaaaa….M..M..Mooooom…”
Kotarou could feel her face burning with shame as she faltered in front of her most important person… her own mother, all from a bit of carelessness on her part. She was shaming in front of the whole pack again, for the first time in years…
Would they challenge her authority again? Would she get admonished? Would she be retired as a police dog for this shame? A million thoughts all ran through her mind..
“Oh Kotarou honey..” Her mom called, hugging her close with her slender body. “It’s okay… It’ll be okay… Don’t worry.”
Kotarou sniffled and bawled into her Mom’s chest, squeezing her tightly. No matter how many times she faltered, or how scared she could get… No matter what fears could gnaw at her during moments like this..
She always managed to make Kotarou feel better.
After Mom put away the other dogs, the two went to take a bath together, where she explained her folly, and the topic was addressed directly.
Mom had deliberately never stocked chocolate, for fear of the curious animals getting ahold of it, and suffering like Kotarou had. The girl felt bad, but she was forgiven for her impulsive actions….
And, of course, she was praised for helping the cat girl as well.
“But, you know..” Mom called, as Kotarou felt her guts stirring again. “If you keep having incidents like this…I might have to put you in some protective garments. Just until your body settles.”
Kotarou blushed deeply at this, even as she started towards the toilet.
“M..Mom, please…” she stammered. “If..If the others saw me like that…”
The thought was too embarrassing, but at the same time...If the alternative was making a mess like she had…. |
They quickly ate breakfast because the plane was going to leave at 12 PM. After the not so special breakfast (which was mainly bacon and eggs), they made their way to Lara’s car. They arrived around ten and quickly getting everything done that you do at an airport. So after they got their tickets, put their baggage away, went through customs. After that they waited until the plane could board, while waiting there was a lot scenes of Lara getting up from her seat and making her way to the little girl’s room. Jonah said nothing to her after her countless times back and forth because it is quite embarrassing to find out that the Lara Croft has to wear a diaper when tomb raiding because she hasn’t mastered holding it in. Shortly after that the airport loudspeakers announced that the plane is allowing you to board now. The Tomb Raider and her friendly sidekick went to board the plane, they showed their tickets and were allowed to go.
In flight the place was getting some unexpected turbulence, Lara did have her fare shares of being in a plane or helicopter with some unexpected turbulence and one time she almost died in one. She hopped for that thinking back has given her bad luck because most the countless almost deaths happened because of turbulence. Also it looked like it was going storm as well and she only had one encounter with being in a storm while in a flying vehicle.
She drank around three drinks now and she knew she would need to pee later. Lara fell asleep and woke up later with a half full bladder and then watched a movie. All of a sudoku den a bolt of lightning hit the aeroplane’s tail and it’s wing. The plane was speeding down now after it’s most vulnerable and important parts of the plane got struck by lightning. The plane was picking up speed while tumbling down to the ground. The pilots are trying to do their best and land this god-damn plane with everything they got. In a matter of seconds the aeroplane landed on a snowy mountain locations somewhere, it had the pilots stuck because this definitely does not look like it’s part of Slovenia, Austria, Norway, Denmark, Estonia or Russia. It looked like it isn’t actually real at all or that they crashed landed in a long lost city.
Lara went to check on the pilots, but when she went to see them... She found both dead and also found that they were shot by something. When Lara was going to walk back to take matters into her hands, she spotted a silhouette of a man walking through the snow and then disappeared. Her bladder was now start to ache for relief and had no diaper on where she could just allow herself to be naughty but because she didn’t have one on she rejected the offer her bladder wants her to do.
The fearless Tomb Raider gave a speech to everyone saying that everyone must follow her towards shelter because we can’t stay in the plane for the rest of the time. So everyone agreed to her statement because everyone thinks it’s better for the expert to boss everyone around, rather than the expert not being the leader. After the speech everyone was on a long walk through the thick snow, and Lara’s bladder was now aching even more.
She was very embarrassed by what her body is doing and she had to tell her best friend. “Excuse me, Jonah.” Lara said in a quiet sort of tone so that nobody would find out. “Yes Lara, what is it?” “Jonah I need to... p.. e.....”, she took a sigh in and spat it out “Jonah I need to pee.” “Lara how bad?” “Very... bad Jonah.” Jonah was in shock he didn’t know what to do, he remembered that Lara did not put a diaper on and she could purposely wet herself. “Lara hold onto it longer, I hope that we should be coming up to a cave. “I hope your right Jonah. Actually you have always been right come to think of it.”
Within a few minutes after that, the famous Tomb Raider slid one hand into her pants, then bypass her panties to find out how her bladder is. She was shocked by what saw. Her bladder was stretched to its absolute limit to contain the massive flood within her. She then used the hand that still in her pants to find out how her bladder is going, so she bypassed her clit to the urethra and she can feel the pee at the very tip of my pee hole and it’s driving her insane. With her hand still stuck into her panties, she feels her first spurt escape her and she quickly applies more pressure, but the second spurt has escaped her as well and later she might as well have an accident in her pants exactly like she did when she first start this job.
Her best friend was correct there was a cave up ahead, everyone followed the two up to the cave. Once arriving the most famous passenger’s bladder was about to let out another squirt and she was so scared about this that she ran ahead of everyone so that she doesn’t straight up have an accident right in front of everybody. She while running up the stairs,
Lara’s bladder is trying to push out that third squirt and after that it’s the dangerous level. She gets up it and right in front of her is the cave’s entrance and she runs in and gets to a point where nobody while be able to see her go. She quickly unbuckles her belt, then unbutton her jeans, pulls her jeans to her knees, then quickly pulls down her panties to her knees and then finally squats as her body releases the two final squirts of pee, until the full show must go on.
Lara relaxes her muscles allowing them to be emptied out. It starts happening, her flood is now being emptied. Her hot piss is flowing like crazy, it’s flow is making Lara turned on and enjoying her ‘oh so sweet’ relief and that makes her so happy. As soon as her best friend got everybody into shelter, Lara was finished peeing and pulled her panties and pants back up onto her body.
To Be Continued... |
CHAPTER 5: CHAOS
Sofie was wet. All of her clothes from the waist down were soaked in urine. She was incredibly uncomfortable walking all the way back home into the cold night that felt even colder because of the wetness on her legs and groin. Eventually Sofie reached her village and luckily the people barely saw her since the light of day was almost gone. However, Sofie was still worried. She had to enter the house without her mother noticing, to avoid further embarassment that day. As Sofie finally reached the housedoor she took a deep breath and was about to open it when a soft voice startled the girl: "Sofie!"
It was her mother coming towards her from the distance.
"Mother!", Sofie's voice was trembling: "You frightened me!"
"I'm sorry, darling."
"Where have you been?!", asked Sofie.
"I just returned from your grandmother's house, I gave her her silver plate back."
"You were behind me the whole time?"
"Yes, I was quite far away and I wasn't sure if it was you until you reached the house ... You got the key back?"
"Yes, I have it here", said Sofie quietly.
"Alright then, let's go inside", said Laureen as she got closer to Sofie. The young woman panicked since she didn't know what to do now. Luckily there were no lights inside and outside the house so she took cover in the shadows.
However, because of the darkness Sofie couldn't find the keyhole immediately and so she started to fiddle around with her trembling fingers trying to feel the hole.
"What's wrong, darling?", asked her mother.
"I can't find the keyhole, it's to dark!"
Laureen giggled: "Keep searching, Sofie!"
In that moment the mother started to smell something strange. Sofie heard her inhaling and thought: "Shit! I still smell like piss!"
"Sofie, you smell strange", said her mother immediately after.
"Really?", Sofie avoided eyecontact and kept searching for that damned hole. Laureen got closer to her daughter as the sour scent of Sofie's clothes got stronger.
"Sofie ... you ... you smell like pee?"
"Do I?", Sofie asked nervous.
"Well ... I think ..."
In that moment Sofie finally opened the door and was about to run towards her room across the hallway. Unfortunately it was darker than expected and Sofie tripped over a pair of slippers as soon as she got inside the house, slamming heavily onto the floor.
"For god's sake, Sofie! What's wrong with you?!", her mother screamed angrily out of shock.
"I slipped out on something."
"You're so nervous! ... Is everything alright?!"
"Yes, I'm fine, just bumped my head a bit", complained Sofie as her mother was lighting some candles. The young woman didn't notice the light because the slight concussion made her forget about her surroundings including the wet clothes (and the smell) for a moment. She got up while being illuminated by her mother who was checking if Sofie was alright. In that moment she noticed the wet patch on Sofie's skirt and she asked:"What did you do to your skirt?" Sofie immediately remembered her problem and tried somehow to hide the dark spot.
"Oh ... uh ... Nothing", lied Sofie.
"What did you do to your skirt, Sofie?!", Laureen took a closer look, while Sofie still tried to hide her big pee stain.
"I ... I just ... Mary spilled water on me before." Sofie was quite proud of her lie but unfortunately her mother wasn't dumb enough to believe it.
"Did you ... Did you pee yourself, Sofie?"
"What?! No! ... I told you, Mary spilled a glass of water all over me!"
"And then how come you smell like piss?!"
Sofie was moving on thin ice, Laureen always hated being lied to by her daughter and Sofie knew that, but she was to embarassed to tell her the truth and kept on lying: "I don't smell like piss, mother!"
"Sofie, I can smell it from here."
"Well, maybe it's something else."
Laureen got closer to Sofie and grabbed her skirt, she felt it and eventually even smelled it. The mother twitched a little and let the skirt go. She looked deep into Sofie's eyes and asked slightly agitated: "Water, you said?"
Sofie nodded.
"Sofie, this doesn't smell like water! Unless Mary accidentaly took a piss on you! ... Don't lie to me, Sofie! You know I hate that!"
Silence filled the hallway and Sofie knew she couldn't keep on lying and so she confessed ... kind of: "Alright, fine! ... I ... I was walking back home as ... uh ... suddenly a deer ran out of the forest, right in front of me and then
... I wet myself because ... I got scared."
Sofie's face turned red even though it wasn't the truth. Laureen however still seemed sceptical, and also a bit suspicious.
"A deer?", she asked.
"Yes, out of nowhere ... and then I peed a little."
"Hmm ... it seems like you peed quite a bit actually because your skirt is really wet." The mother touched the skirt again with her fingers. Sofie felt uncomfortable, her mother didn't seem to be grossed out by the situation at all and then she tought to herself: "Of course not! You heard what Dana said earlier."
Still, the thought of her mother maybe being aroused by the sight of her wet daughter made Sofie feel quite unease.
"Why are you still looking at it?", asked Sofie nervous.
"Oh ... I was just surprised ... I guess you peed a bit more that you thought."
"I guess so", Sofie whispered.
"Oh, don't be embarassed Sofie, it can happen ... even I peed myself a few weeks ago."
Sofie didn't react to her mother's statement, because she already knew, everything.
"I couldn't hold it", Laureen continued but only because she didn't want Sofie to feel to bad aboud herself.
"Now go into your room and put on some dry clothes", Laureen calmly said and gave Sofie the candleholder to light her way up into the bedroom.
After she had put on her nightdress, Sofie got into the livingroom where her mother was lighting up the fireplace. The young woman closed the door in order to keep the heat inside the room.
"You feel better now?", asked Laureen calmly.
Sofie nodded still a bit embarassed. First her mother caught her peeing in the garden and then how she got home in wet clothes ... a very uncomfortable situation she found herself in and it got worse when her mother started to talk about it: "It looks like you've had sensitive bladder today, my dear."
"Apparently."
"It's fine, Sofie. We all need to pee sometimes."
Sofie answered quite annoyed: "Yes, mother, I know."
"I'm sorry, Sofie. I just don't want you to feel embarassed. It can happen."
"I know, I know ... Can we talk about something else?!"
"Of course", said Laureen.
Both got quiet and only the crackling flames were making a sound. Sofie perceived some tension in the room. She felt that her mother probably noticed something, but maybe Sofie was just being paranoid.
As a proper fire was buring her mother got up, cleaned her skirt a little and said: "Well, all this talk about peeing made me need to go, I'll be right back."
Sofie ignored her since she was annoyed that her mother brought back the topic. Laureen moved towards the door and tried to open it ... but it didn't work. She kept wiggling at the door handle but it wouldn't open.
"Why did you lock the door, Sofie?"
"What?", the girl asked on the other side of the room.
"The door ... Unlock it please."
Sofie was confused: "Is it locked?"
"Yes, Sofie, it's locked!", said the mother irritated: "Could you please open it?!"
"I ... I didn't lock it."
"Come on, Sofie, don't start to joke around you're not a child anymore."
"Mother, I didn't lock it! ... Hell, we don't even have a key for it!", said Sofie as she went up to her mother.
"You're right!", noticed Laureen: "Maybe it's just stuck."
Sofie tried to pull the door with all her strenght but nothing happened.
"Don't tell me we're stuck here now!", said the mother slightly panicky.
"Don't worry, we'll get out of here somehow."
"Maybe the window?", suggested Laureen while trying to open the door over and over again. Sofie turned around to go check the window when she got frightened. Right in front of her she saw Dana staring at both women with a playful but slightly malicious smile. Sofie was shocked and couldn't move her eyes away from the ghost. Dana waved at Sofie and disappeared. Her mother in the back didn't notice anything since she was still pulling the door. Sofie started to panic, she knew what was coming. The girl ran towards the window and tried to open it but it was locked as well. Once again she spotted Dana outside with a big smile on her face.
"Let us out", Sofie tried to whisper. Dana moved towards the window and said: "I will, but first I want to see you both struggle."
Sofie heard what the ghost said through the glass and whispered again: "No, please! Not in front of my mother!"
Dana nodded and disappeared once again. In that moment Sofie felt her bladder filling up. "Shit!", Sofie said. Laureen heard that and looked over to her daughter.
"The window is locked as well!"
"What?!", angry she stomped towards the window and tried in vain to open it aswell.
"What the hell is happening?!", Laureen complained. Then she got quiet all of a sudden. Sofie, whose bladder grew bigger and bigger, noticed her mother staring at something outside. The girl didn't need to look out aswell to know what, or better, whom she was looking at. The young woman started to feel the pressure in her bladder quite a bit and began to cross her legs but acted as if nothing was happening.
"What do we do now?", she asked her mother.
"I don't know", said Laureen with a slight shock in her face. The mother walked away and tried to reach the door when she all of a sudden stopped: "Argh!" Laureen flinched and placed her hands on her belly.
"What is it?", asked Sofie even though she knew what was going on.
"I need to pee, I already told you", Sofie's mother said and then moved towards the door again.
"There's no way out", Sofie thought desperately. She was already bended over and kept wiggling around with crossed legs, still trying to keep her need secret from her mother who apparently wasn't as desperate as she was ... yet.
"Come on!", screamed Laureen angrily at the door. She kept pulling and knocking and kicking hoping that something would happen but her efforts weren't paying of. Laureen started to feel the urge for the restroom as well. Sofie saw how she started to cross her legs and secretly hold her hand between them for a few seconds. The young woman instead was already so desperate she could barely move.
Her mother noticed that she went silent and looked over to her and saw a struggling expression in her daughter's face.
"Are you alright, darling?", asked Laureen carefully.
Sofie hesitated with the answer since she had to concentrate on not losing control.
"I need the toilet as well", she said eventually with the softest of voices. Her mother grunted and then the silence once again came into the room.
"Is it bad, Sofie?"
Sofie paused and then she whispered weakly:"Yes."
On the outside they were both trying to not show eachother how desperate they actually were, but Laureen noticed how Sofie was softly jumping from one foot to another. The girl knew that the only way out was to pee in front of her mother and vice versa but just the thought of it was incredibly embarassing.
The urge grew and grew in both bladders until Sofie couldn't contain herself and started to grab her crotch with both of her hands.
"Oh, my poor Sofie." Seeing her daughter in need wasn't nice for Laureen but even she was already struggling with her bladder. The mother was leaning against the door, desperately pressing everything against her crotch.
"Mother, I ... I can't hold it!"
"Me neither, darling ... We ... need to find something to pee in."
Sofie nodded.
"The cups, Sofie, over there!"
Laureen pointed at the cuboard next to the fireplace and Sofie, carefully, moved towards it. Bended over and with one hand pressed between her legs she opened the cupboard, but it was empty.
"There's nothing in here!", the girl panicked.
"What?!" Laureen turned her head to Sofie and noticed the empty cupboard too. Both knew Dana was responible for this and they didn't even try to explain it.
"Oh no, no no no! I'm not going to pee on the floor, Sofie."
Sofie was speechless, she was struggling so hard to not lose control that she couldn't talk anymore. The girl looked around trying to find anything to urinate in but the livingroom was small and empty. Instead something else that made her bladder even heavier caught her attention: on the floor, between her mother's feet she noticed some drops and tiny puddles.
"Mother ...", she whispered with a dying voice. Laureen looked at her and saw how Sofie was staring at the puddles.
"Sofie, don't lo...", she stopped and grabbed her crotch even tighter as a few drops once again splashed onto the ground. Sofie couldn't bear the sight of it and looked away.
"We need to find something ... quick", whispered her mother desperate.
"Mother, I can't hold it anymore!"
"I know, Sofie. I know, I am bursting as well ... I have to pee so so bad."
The tone of her mother's voice made Sofie weak and she knew that it was over.
"Mother, I'm sorry but ... but ..."
The girl quickly moved away from the cupboard into the middle of the room, she pulled her nightdress up and out of pure desperation she started to pee on the floor. Urine started to splash heavily on the wooden planks and the relief made Sofie feel like the happiest woman on earth.
Her mother was staring at her in pain. The sight of her daughters wet pee stream and its sound made her urge grow even more. The moment she heard Sofie moan in relief she couldn't hold it back anymore. Laureen pulled her skirt up and started to pee, without even squatting. She pulled her panties aside and the biggest pee stream just shot out of her.
"Mother, no!" Sofie said as she looked up and saw her own mother peeing standing up right in front of her. Splashes of the mother's pee landed all over Sofie.
"I'm sorry, dear, I couldn't ... Aaaaah", the mother moaned as she then squatted down as well. Mother and daughter were peeing in front of each other as if it had been the most normal thing in the world. The streams where splashing and moving all over the floor since both couldn't hold still.
"Oh, Sofie, this feels so good!"
Sofie nodded but was looking away because she couldn't endure the sight of her mother's pee flowing out of her. Laureen on the other hand was mesmerized by the sight of her daughter heavily urinating in front of her. She wasn't excited nor was she aroused she just couldn't keep her eyes of the actual beauty of her daughter who was lit by the warm light of the fire that was gently stroking her face. For sure a strange moment to admire the own daughter, but the lighteness Laureen was feeling made her senses go insane.
On the floor the two puddles merged into one and it was growing and growing. They were about to flood the whole room when Sofie finally stopped. She was exhausted but wasn't ready to stand up yet even though she was well aware that her genitals were still exposed to her mother but the sense of relief was so intense that she didn't care in that moment. Laureen had moved her eyes away from Sofie and was staring at her stream. Then she looked back at her daughter and saw her catching breath.
"You alright, darling?", Sofie heard the relief in her mother's voice. She nodded again.
"Don't worry, Sofie, you can look at me. I'm not embarassed anymore", said Laureen while she was still emptying her bladder.
Sofie shook his head. Then she pulled her underwear back up still squatting on the floor but stood immediately up as she felt how her slippers were soaking up the urine on the floor. She moved out of the giant puddle and took them of.
"Alright", said her mother:"I think I'm done here aswell." Laureen put her panties back in place and then stood up.
"Oh lord, I feel so much better now. Look what a mess we've made! ... It smells a bit", the mother giggled. Sofie was still lost of words and said nothing.
"You alright?"
Sofie nodded. Both women where catching their breath as Sofie noticed something strange. The locked door magically opened and the big puddle of yellow urine was flowing out of it.
"Look!", said Sofie surprised:"It's moving!"
The women began to follow the urine out of the door into the dark hallway and noticed how the housedoor was open aswell and the pee was just flowing out of it into the village.
Sofie and Laureen knew who was responsible for this, but both remained quiet and observed fascinated. Then, when all of the urine was out of the house, Dana's head appeared from behind the entrance. She smiled at Sofie and her mother, blew them a kiss and then gently closed the door while waving goodbye.
"A friend of yours?", asked Laureen.
"Friend of ours", giggled Sofie.
The End (?) |
This cute story, as the title suggests, is about a young lady doing a poo in her skirt. Enjoy.
Ban Sang-Mi picked up a pack of noodles from the supermarket shelf and put them in her basket. She was easily the prettiest woman in the store that day, with her neat black hair and her adorable buttoned denim miniskirt. Underneath she was wearing white socks and trainers and her favourite white knickers. She looked so cute, and she knew it.
As she started walking to the tills, she felt a stomach cramp. She put her hand on her stomach and gulped. She hadn't realised just how badly she had to poo until now! If she wasn't careful, she might fart in public - so humiliating. And, to make matters worse, there was a queue for the ladies' toilet. She might as well wait until she got home and use her comfortable toilet in peace. But first she had to hold it. She shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot in the queue for the tills, with her hand resting on her tight bottom. She was really in quite some discomfort. It was almost tempting to fart, but that would be so unladylike. She went about her business as best she could, checking out her items and paying for them before packing them in her bag and setting off home as quickly as she could without farting.
As she felt the wind blow through her skirt, her pain was getting worse and worse. If she farted now, surely no one would notice, right? But the street was still a little too crowded. She couldn't risk it. She yearned to be sitting on her toilet at home, but thinking of the toilet made it so much worse. She hated having to poo so much. Another stomach cramp hit her, and she clutched her bottom to try to help herself hold her farts in. It wasn't long to get home now, but the proximity of the toilet was making the urge so much worse. By the time she came to her street, she was hurrying with her hand on her bottom, visibly bursting for the toilet and desperately trying not to fart. She entered her apartment building. She lived on the top floor, and there was no way she would get up the stairs without farting a hurricane, or...even not making it to the toilet in time. She shuddered at the possibility. She was an adult woman, there was no way that would happen. But farting was a real risk. She called the lift, and gasped in pain as her stomach gurgled. The lift finally came, and she limped inside, leaning against the wall after pressing her button. Hopefully no one else would stop the lift. As it rose up from the ground floor, her trembling bottom finally yielded a fart. She blushed and winced at the smell.
The lift stopped at the third floor. Some neighbours were getting in - a middle aged couple - into the lift where she had just farted. Hopefully she would be able to avoid humiliating herself.
"Eurgh, that smells awful," said the man, glowering at her. "You need to control yourself, young lady."
"I'm...so sorry..." she said, blushing scarlet. Another fart squeaked out of her bottom. "I'm just so desperate for the toilet...I really can't wait anymore..."
"Gross," he said.
"Oh, don't be so cruel," said his wife. "She's obviously at her limit. I hope she gets to the toilet alright."
"Thanks..." Sang-Mi said, almost tearful. The lift was finally at her floor, and she was absolutely at her limit. She dashed out towards her door, another fart bursting through her knickers. Pooing her skirt was now a real, serious risk, and she had to try as hard as she could to prevent it. Hands trembling, she got her keys out of her skirt pocket and opened the door. She removed her shoes as quickly as possible, another fart squeaking out of her as she did, then dashed for the toilet.
It was locked.
"Min-Jun!" she squealed, now utterly desperate beyond description. "Min-Jun! You have to come out now, I'm literally about to poo my skirt! Min-Jun..."
To be almost in the toilet like that was just unbearable, and her bowels were starting to move. She felt poo starting to force its way out of her anus, and barely pulled it back.
"Min-Jun, please..." she said, beating on the door. "I can't hold it, I can't...I'm losing it..."
She gulped and tried to resist the pain as best she could, but after struggling for a few seconds she finally gave in to the agony and started to poo. She felt the first turd curl out of her anus with a squelching fart and soil her once white knickers. She didn't even try to resist the second, or the third, or the fourth. With tears flowing down her face, she felt her knickers bulging with warm filth as she utterly emptied her bowels into her skirt. This was humiliation beyond description. She leaned back against the wall, moaning in despair.
"Hey, Sang-Mi," said her boyfriend Min-Jun, after opening the door. "I'm out. You can poo now."
"I already did..." said Sang-Mi, her tears dripping from her cheeks. "It's too late..."
Min-Jun was handsome and kind-looking, and a lot bigger than Sang-Mi. He patted his special girl on the head.
"Oh, that's a shame...for you," he said, smirking. "Let's see what a mess you made."
He lifted his girlfriend's skirt and saw the filthy mess in her knickers. Some of it had squelched out down her thighs. "You really did do a really big poo, didn't you?" he said. His cock was already stiff from the sight of her humiliating mess. "Never mind, accidents happen. Come on, let's get you all cleaned up."
He took Sang-Mi into the toilet and tugged down her soiled knickers. "I think it's safe to say you won't want to wear those again," he said. "I'll treat you to a new pair." He inspected her poo-stained skirt. "I know how much you like this skirt, Sang-Mi, so I'll try to get the stains out of it." Keeping her skirt lifted with one hand, he cleaned up her bottom with toilet paper. Sang-Mi was too humiliated to even speak. Her boyfriend would take care of her. She stepped out of her ruined knickers and rested her head on his shoulder. She felt how stiff his cock was under his trousers. She knew he was into very kinky things, but that didn't matter.
"Now, how do you fancy a shower together?" he asked.
"I'd love it," she said.
Min-Jun led Sang-Mi to the shower and removed his clothes. Sang-Mi took off hers, and marvelled at just how erect Min-Jun was. If she wanted to get him really aroused like that, she had to poo her skirt. Weeing it would probably work too, but neither was very dignified.
Min-Jun turned on the shower and waited for it to get warm before beckoning Sang-Mi in. She felt the warm water flow over her, washing away the traces of her humiliation. Then she felt Min-Jun's fingers in her clitoris. She moaned from the intensity of the masturbation before soon coming to climax. As soon as that excitement died down, Min-Jun had penetrated her. He was thrusting harder than ever, and she moaned again from the passion. After a minute or so, he came in her, and they closed to a passionate embrace.
"So you're over pooing your skirt now, right?" said Min-Jun. "Because I'll remember that accident fondly..."
"So will I," she said. |
I've only ever tried to write two omorashi-based erotic stories, both on a different fetish site, and this is my first-ever posting of such a nature here.
I'm focused almost solely on the dynamics of the play between the characters instead of the characters themselves, so there's no real character backstory or development unfortunately. But I hope it's still thrilling for what it's good for. Sorry if some of the words sound vulgar, I'm quite new at this kind of writing. This kind of story would be my own fantasy.
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Sheila was under the control of Dale and, as told, was wearing light blue panties under a short skirt. She hadn't used the bathroom at all that day as instructed by D and was currently sitting uncomfortably on a foldout chair as D ran his hands up and down her legs.
A plug-in fountain was trickling in the warm room as D stroked S's trembling legs, pink from arousal though she wasn't allowed to orgasm either. Her need to pee stood at a 7/10, and D was always quick to replenish the several glasses of water and pop* he had sitting on the table.
D wasn't wearing anything but a T-shirt and tight briefs, which gave him his own pressure while giving her something to concentrate on in her need.
D stroked concentrated circles right outside her panties while she whimpered and drank another glass. Her hips bucked slightly as a brief wave of desperation hit her, though she kept the blue fabric dry. D noticed, causing his own body to pulsate; she made a gritting sound as if trying very hard to lift something. As gently as possible, D felt his way up one side of her crotch, and then down the other, feeling for any twitch of arousal, desperation or otherwise. He didn't let her clit feel direct satisfaction, instead putting his palm over her bladder and pushing gently. S's legs jumped up and down and she hissed with struggle and pain.
She wasn't perfectly shaved, with a bit of fuzz, and D took great care to reach slightly under those panties, grab a few, and play with them, tickling her slightly. He could see a slight bump under the middle of the cotton representing her engorged clit, just as desperate to be stroked as her pee hole was to let that stream go. She was extremely turned on by holding and being controlled, orgasm-wise and bladder-wise. He could torture her for quite a while at each other's thrill.
Instead of going near that cute little bump, he instructed her to slide her butt forward on the chair, causing her panties to ride up, and then, while pressing her stomach again, took her waistline and stretched it upwards, to effect a cameltoe. Then, he stroked gently up and down below that little bump, closer to her urethra than her pleasure centre. She rocked forward as if offering herself, when it was really just her desperate way of managing her need to pee. She wriggled a little, just as D's underwear did. By this point a tiny wet spot of pre-cum appeared on her panties, similar to D's on his. As punishment, he jerked her legs wider, instructed her to have some pop, and the flicked that wet clit of hers, three times. She yelped and hissed, her hips and butt wriggling around on the seat, but she held firm.
Ignoring himself, D finally pulled her blue panties aside and watched for a full minute as her lips sometimes pulsated, her clit throbbing as she fought the urge to release. Telling her to drink the next glass of soda, he firmly pressed on her stomach again while watching closely to see how her crotch responded. She had firm instructions never to allow pee to hit his face (or leave her bladder for that matter) so he tested her by coming in very close and blowing on that red clit.
She almost thrust herself into his face as she whimpered. Those lips pulsed tightly as she desperately tried harder to hold it all in. She was closer to a 9 now, given the soda and water, and his pressure didn't help in the least. A leaky stream briefly ran down, out from between those lips and onto the seat as her legs and hips vibrated, bounced, her crotch wriggling forward and back in agony.
He flicked his tongue over that swollen clit. She almost cried out, and she bounced up and forward. Another quick leak. He slapped her across those lips, twice, and then gave another flick. She impulsively bounced back, cried out again, and a spurt left her. Spreading her wide, he found her betraying hole and jammed an index finger hard against it. She reeled.
As he did this, he circle-stroked her everywhere between the legs, teasing parts of her while she strained and moaned and pulsated. More precum leaked out, and he flicked it away; his index finger couldn't stop every little spurt that fought its way out, so he took it away and slapped her entire pussy, then her stomach. Then he stopped and just watched, letting her blue underwear fall back in place, ensuring his position between her legs. She looked red, in the face and between the legs, as she continued to wriggle and breath heavily. Best to go back to playing nice. He stroked the edges of both lips as she desperately thrust her crotch forward in her struggle to stop the flow.
"Okay," he decided. "Let a brief spurt out. Not more than a second's worth, as strong a stream as you can make it. Then stop as fast as you can."
Obediently, she tried to do exactly that. With those blue panties still in the way, she had brief trouble relaxing her muscles, but then she started going. He pulled them out of the way, letting her warm pee soak his own underwear, then told her to stop; she petered out quickly before her whole crotch tensed up again, pink lips closing together fast.
He lazily stroked her clit up and down a few times; it throbbed and grew larger as S's legs moved even more as she fought an even larger desperation from having stopped. Leaving that pink gland to throb up and down, he used two fingers to stroke her outer lips up and down while riding her warm, wet blue panties up the middle, putting pressure on that desperate clit. As usual, she gritted her teeth and sounded like she was struggling to lift a deadweight.
Another spurt briefly filled her underwear; he pulled it aside, spread her open again, and rubbed her pee hole with an index finger. "Try to stop peeing now," he taunted as her spasming hit a new level; several short bursts erupted between his fingers as she cried out and rocked, wriggled, thrust and bounced. She was losing her battle. She was no doubt at a 10/10. She had another drink.
D let her panties slap back against her pussy as she did her best to stop her spurts, but no matter how much she thrust backwards and tried to close her legs against him, it was very stop-and-start. He exposed her clit and began licking mercilessly, causing her to squirt both pee and cum; with the former stream hitting its max - she was edging towards orgasm - her muscles were finally spent. She peed, and, very quickly, orgasmed shortly after as D buried his face into those lips and sucked, licked and stroked in a frenzy. It was an orgasm she wouldn't forget, even if she failed her master, who was just as glad she did as he was full of punishment ideas; up to him, she wouldn't enjoy this much pleasure for another several days, no touching allowed whatsoever. Starting, naturally, after he got his own fill and they explored their sexual passion mutually together.
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*"Pop" is soft drink in Canadian vernacular.
Thanks for reading, hope it was enjoyable. Unlikely I'll ever get to experience that myself, so writing is a nice escape. |
Tom was driving to the city to spend another weekend with Jill, the older woman with whom he had struck up a relationship. Their first date together had been a great success, despite them both having practically wet themselves on the way back from the restaurant. In fact, it had been such a success that Tom had never even used his hotel room, having stayed instead with Jill, mostly in her bedroom! Jill had assured him that if any of her neighbours mentioned seeing a young man about her house that she would tell them that he was her nephew paying her a visit. Tom had decided to drive down this time, rather than take the train, as they could go off exploring should the weather be good. It wasn’t good at the moment though, with strong winds and driving rain, which was delaying his journey and making him worried that he would be late.
Jill had been away for a few days visiting an old friend, but was currently travelling back on the train, and was expecting Tom to meet her at the station. She was excited already about meeting him again and smiled to herself when she recalled their first date. Tom had turned her on big time, from the moment she first saw him in the flesh, but not least when he had become desperate for a pee on the way home. So desperate that he had leaked a bit into his boxers before rushing into an alleyway and peeing a torrent. He hadn’t dared tell him how much that had turned her on, but then she didn’t want to bring up the matter again, as it had been closely followed by her wetting her own knickers in the same alley. Tom hadn’t seemed to mind and she had wondered if he hadn’t been secretly turned on by her predicament, as he had been rock hard when they finally got back to her house.
The weather wasn’t being kind to the train timetable either. There were delays and disruptions all over, but thankfully her train hadn’t been cancelled. She was keen to get back, not only to see Tom, but also because she had arranged for a decorator to re-decorate one of the bedrooms while she was away, She was excited about seeing it and hoped the colour scheme she had chosen would be a success. She sat back and drank her tea, the second cup of the journey, pleased that she would soon be home and with Tom. Then the announcement came - their arrival would be delayed by an hour due to a fallen tree on the line. Jill cursed under her breath. An hour wasn’t much, but she was longing to get back, especially with Tom coming to stay. She checked her mobile and was pleased to note that it had full signal. She decided to call Tom, rather than message him, as she thought he would probably be driving and would answer using his hands free kit. He replied almost immediately, but sounded stressed. Once she had explained that the train would arrive an hour late, Tom seem more relaxed and he went on to explain that he wasn’t making as much progress as he would have expected due to the weather conditions, but that he should arrive at about the same time as her train.
During her call to Tom, Jill had noticed that her bladder was telling her it was quite full and that a visit to the loo would be in order. Once she finished her call, she stood up and made her way to the toilet. She hated using train toilets, but the carriage was nearly empty and her bladder was telling her that this was a necessity. She had hoped to have been able to avoid needing the toilet until she arrived at the station, but then thought about the two cups of tea, as well as the coffee she had had earlier with her friend. All that liquid was making it’s presence felt, so she would have to put her dislikes to one side and use the toilet on the train. Or so she thought! She reached the toilet only to find the door locked. At first she thought it might be engaged, although she hadn’t noticed anyone moving about the carriage, but then she saw the typed notice on the door. It read :- We apologise for any inconvenience, but due to vandalism all toilets on this train are currently out of order.
Immediately on reading the notice, her need seemed to increase tenfold. Here she was, stuck on a train which was delayed by an hour and which had no functioning toilet.! Jill went back to her seat and tried her best to get comfortable and to forget about her bladder. True, she wasn’t desperate, but the thought of there not being a toilet available did worry her. There was nothing for it though, she would just have to hold on till the train arrived at the station and go there instead.
Tom was having a bit of a struggle of his own. He had intended to stop off at a service area and use the toilet, but after getting Jill’s call he had reassessed his progress and decided that if he was going to be there to meet the train he would need to press on. He was needing now, and would gladly have gone, but he didn’t want to be late for Jill. She gave him the hots, big time, and he recalled how desperate she had been on their first date before accidentally peeing through her knickers because she hadn’t managed to pull them down in time. He hadn’t told her how much of a turn on it had been, in case she thought him weird, but it had been the most erotic sight he had ever witnessed.
Jill still had around half an hour of her journey before she reached her destination, and was wishing it was less. She was fidgetting constantly by now, and anyone who was watching would have been able to guess that she badly needed to pee. She was wearing a short coat over a dress. She had on tights on top of her usual full cut knickers and she didn’t like the idea of rubbing her thighs together too much in case she laddered them. She had been clenching her thighs for some time though, as well as giving herself little squeezes through her dress when no one was looking. She was still confident she would make it to the station, but she was becoming distinctly uncomfortable and silently cursing the railway system for it’s lack of customer focus.
Tom was at the outskirts of the city now and had set his satnav to direct him to the station. He hoped there weren’t too many big junctions to negotiate, as he was still tight for time, but thought he would make it if he wasn’t held up too much. One thing he wouldn’t manage to do was to stop for a much needed pee. He had been needing for ages, but had kept going, spurred on by the thought of seeing Jill again. He planned to go at the station, hopefully before Jill’s train arrived, but if not he would go there anyway.
At last Jill’s train started to slow on the approach to the station. She had endured the latter part of the journey with tightly crossed legs, helped at times with a discreet hand up her skirt to help hold. She was certainly becoming desperate now, as the tea and coffee continued to make their presence known. She was certainly going to have to use the station toilet before any more travelling, although it would only be a five minute drive to her house.
Tom found the station thanks mainly to the instructions being shouted to him by his satnav. On checking his watch he saw that the train should just be arriving, so rather than park in the car park he stopped tin the five minute drop-off spaces just at the entrance. He quickly got out, locked the car and went into the station. On scanning the arrivals board he noted that Jill’s train was just arriving, so went immediately to the gate to the platform to meet her. They noticed one another as soon as Jill stepped off the train and she came rushing to meet him. For the moment Tom totally forgot about his bladder as they threw their arms around one another and kissed and hugged, oblivious to all the other passengers rushing past. Jill was so excited to see Tom that she too put all thoughts of the toilet to the back of her mind and took his hand as he led her to the exit. Tom explained where he was parked and that they would need to hurry before he got a ticket, so they rushed off at once.
It was only when they got settled in the car that Jill announced “I hope the traffic isn’t too heavy. I’m bursting for the loo. There were no toilets on the train, they were all out of order” Tom was stunned by this sudden admission, but managed to mutter some suitable comments. In truth, as soon as Jill had spoken he had grown rock hard, totally turned on by the thought of this lovely woman beside him being desperate for a pee. He said he would get them to her house as quickly as possible, but asked her to make sure he took the correct route. Jill gave him instructions as they went, although she was having difficulty in registering where they were , thanks to her predicament. She was squirming around on the seat, with both hands pressed firmly between her thighs and her feet drumming on the floor. Tom had other things on his mind now than his own need and was having difficulty keeping his eyes on the road! He was very much aware that Jill was bursting to pee and could lose it at any moment,
After five minutes of sheer torture they arrived in front of Jill’s house and Tom pulled into the drive. Jill had fished her key from her bag on the way and was out of the car almost before it had stopped, rushing towards the door with one hand between her legs, Tom left her case in the car and quickly followed, not wanting to miss out what might be about to happen. She unlocked the door and raced inside, to be met with the overwhelming smell of new paint. The smell was so strong that instead of going straight to the toilet she rushed into the newly decorated bedroom to open the window. Tom had followed her, noticing that the decorator couldn’t have quite finished, as there were paint pots and dust sheets still lying round. Jill reached out to open the window as wide as possible. As soon as she did so a gust of wind blew in and caused the bedroom door to slam shut. They both turned towards the door and, to their horror, saw that there was no handle on the inside! The painter must have taken it off to avoid getting paint on it when coating the door. Tom glanced around frantically looking for it, before remembering having seen a door handle lying on the hall table on his way in.
Jill let out a moan of desperation and despair “I’m absolutely bursting! What am I going to do? I must get to a toilet or I’ll wet myself! Please! Help me! Do something to get us out of here! I’m about to go in my knickers!”
Jill did indeed look like she was about to have an accident. She was standing with both hands between her legs and her skirt had ridden up so that Tom could almost see her knickers. She was jiggling about from foot to foot and moaning constantly. The carpet had been pulled back from the edge of the room and the furniture was all covered by dust sheets. He could see nothing lying about that he could use to open the door, but he bent down to study the hole where the handle had been. He saw that the spindle had been removed with the handle and that gave him an idea. He asked Jill if there was a nail file or something similar in the room. Between moans she muttered “dresser drawer” and pointed towards a piece of furniture. Tom went over and raised the cover. There was a dresser with drawers at each side. He checked one side, but saw nothing suitable before checking the other and finding two nail files. He took them both over to the door and tried to insert one into the spindle hole and turn, but the file was slightly too wide. He took the other and it was the same, so he started to file down the edge of one file using the other. He apologised to Jill for damaging it, telling her he would buy her a replacement. She replied “I don’t care, just get me out of here! I’m about to piss myself!” Tom filed away steadily. He was seating now, and not only from his exertions, but also because his need was back and he was having to twist his legs together as he worked and give himself an occasional squeeze. Jill had given up all attempts at modesty and had pulled up her skirt to get a better hold. Both hands were cupping her crotch and she was absolutely dancing around. “Please, please hurry” she said “This is serious! I don’t think I can wait much longer! I’m nearly doing it! I’m going to piss myself! Please hurry!”
Tom tried to reassure her, telling her he was almost there and she would be out and in the toilet in a minute or so. Then suddenly he heard a deep moan followed by Jill’s voice saying “Oh no! No! Oh It’s too late! It’s coming! I’m doing it! I’m going in my knickers!” This was immediately followed by a loud hiss and a splashing noise. Tom stopped filing and looked around to see Jill standing with her legs apart, hands at her crotch and a flood of pee poring from behind them onto the bare floorboards. As he watched she relaxed and moved her hands away to hold her skirt out of the flow, and he saw her sodden knickers under her tights, which were soaked down the inside of her thighs to her knees. She stood peeing for what seemed like an age before it finally stopped and she said “Tom, I’m so sorry! I just couldn’t hold it in any longer! I just had to let go. I was in agony! Please Tom, please forgive me. It’s only our second date and that’s’ the second time \\I’ve wet myself like a little girl. Oh tom I feel so ashamed.” Tom stopped what he was doing and went over and took her in his arms. He told her he loved her and that it wasn’t her fault the train toilets didn’t work. He was so hard now that his own need was forgotten once more and Jill noticed this too as she pressed against him.
After a moment Jill had regained her composure. Tom set to work and after a few minutes had filed the nail file sufficiently for it to fit in and turn the latch to open the door. They headed straight to the bathroom where Tom help Jill out of her sodden knickers and tights before slipping off her dress and helping her into the shower. Once she had initially showered Tom stripped off and joined her under the shower where they began a long night of passion. |
I've been preparing this story for some time, so I hope you like it.
Late in the evening, I was at the airport, waiting my wife Helen from a business trip. The plane arrived on schedule and about ten minutes later my lovely wife came in the arrival hall. She was dressed in business style, with a dark blue pants suit, high heels. Being a pantyhose fan I noticed her ankles, she was in a body colored pantyhose. We quickly went to the car and headed home. The trip usually takes more than an hour in calm traffic. Helen was relaxing on her seat and we were talking about her trip. Not long after, she complained me that she had drunk a lot of coffee and other liquids and she didn’t visit the toilet at the airport. This meant to me that I had to speed up and to look for a toilet break. I was not surprised. I am used to hearing such complaints, after almost every long trip. She has a bad habit of putting off the toilet until it becomes extremely urgent. That has caused a lot of situations when she has been desperate, sometimes close to an accident. I always get very impressed when she comes home and rushing to the toilet.
As we were chatting, she interrupted to ask me, that we had to make a pee stop somewhere, probably at a gas station. She admitted, quite firmly, that she couldn’t manage to hold it to home. I threw a glance at her legs. She was sitting still on the seat with both legs closed together. I started thinking about the nearest gas stations on our way. Unfortunately, on this part of the road there are no many options. This let me think, that it is quite possible, she would ask me to stop somewhere in a deserted place by the road, so she would pee outdoor. She don’t like to pee outdoor and always try to avoid it. But a few times she did it in front of me, in emergency situations as it seemed, this one was expected to be. She looked so sexy at that moment, so I really started to imagine how she would squat and pee in front of my eyes.
We continued to travel and I noticed that she started to move on her seat, changing her position and discreetly pushed her hand between her legs. Seeing that, I asked her if she would like to stop by the road. She said that there was no any suitable place to hide, so we had to find a gas station. As soon as we saw a sign for a gas station, Helen ask me to stop there. She looked as she was bursting. As I stopped at the gas station, Helen jumped out of the car and quickly headed to the shop. I followed her, keeping my eyes on her legs. She looked so sexy in that high heels and slim-fit pants, which outlined her bottom. With the entry, she rushed to the toilet. I left in the shop and looked around. No more ten seconds later she escaped from the toilet, saying angrily that the toilet was so dirty and disgusting. She let me to go quickly. “Where are you going to pee”, I asked her, almost knowing the answer. “I don’t know. I prefer to hold it.” - she said. We quickly got in the car and drove off. She was looking so distracted. She sat on the seat, put a hand into the crotch area and pressed her legs close together. “I’m going to pee myself…” – she groaned. As we drove off, she asked me to look for a place by the road. “I’m going to squat somewhere outside, I couldn’t make it to home”- she said with a desperate voice. Unfortunately, the road was busy. All around us was a flat field without any bushes, where she could hide. We passed by two or three rest areas, but all of them were occupied by other stopped cars. Helen was really worried. She was sitting on the seat and was openly fidgeting and holding herself. She repeated how much she had to pee, doubted that she couldn’t make it in time. I was also worried for her predicament. If she had lost control in the seat it would cause me a lot of troubles with washing the seat. I asked again if she wanted to stop, proposing her to hide between the car doors, I would guard her. She absolutely refused, assuring me that she could hold it. But I was not sure, that she was able to hold it a lot as I was seeing, how she was shifting on the seat and grabbing her crotch.
Finally we reached our city. There were only few minutes to be at home, so a moment of relief was approaching for her. My hope to see her peeing was almost gone. Helen continued to move on the seat more intensively. She unfastened the seatbelt, explained me that it reduced the pressure on her belly. I really worried about her and asked again if everything is OK? She confirmed that she still OK, but she wanted to reach home as fast as possible.
Two minutes later we were on our street, close to home, when Helen abruptly told me to stop at the first possible place in the parking lot. For our chance in front of us there was a free slot and it was located in the dark area, between other cars. As I was parking, Helen was unbuttoning her pants and took a tissue from her purse. “What are you going to do?” – I asked her with a great curiosity. “I’m going to pee here.” She quickly opened the door, stepped out from the car, with one hand holding her crotch, through unbuttoned pants. She stood by the door, bending at the knees and look around to see if there were no people around. Unfortunately, a man was walking on the opposite side. He was not so close to us, but Helen decided to wait him to pass. Meantime, I was staring at her, how she was staying at one leg almost bursting. All of a sudden a dark wet patch was appeared on the inner part of her pants and water began to flow down her leg. She wet herself!!! The walking man almost disappeared from our view. Helen made a desperate attempt to stop the flow, by squeezing her legs together, but the flow didn’t fully stop. Somehow she managed to pull down in one movement her pants, pantyhose and knickers together and let the flow down, while taking a very low squatting position next to the opened car door. She was releasing a high pressure stream. The puddle around her was quickly increasing. It was clear she had a lot of liquids inside. She was peeing for a very long time. Finally she emptied her aching bladder and wiped herself as much as she could. Her bottom and thighs were quite wet. At the moment she stood up, I saw a big wet stain on her pantyhose which was started from her crotch and continued on all her thighs. She quickly pulled up her wet pants, where there was also a wet patch. Helen was silent, only said with a low voice “I peed myself!”. I hurried to reassure her not to worry. It was obvious that she couldn’t get back into the car with that pants, so we left the car there and we continued by walk to our entrance. When I got out of the car I looked at her side. She left there a big lake and the river of pee was running down the street. She had big wet patches on her bottom and both of the legs. We looked around carefully that there were no people around and went to home. Helen was felt embarrassed, but that was compensated by my excitement. |
Hello everyone,
Long story but this is my first fiction, it is a slightly edited version of a story I posted before on a different account. Any feedback is welcome especially whether you’d like to see more from these characters.
Mira sat at the table distractedly eating a sandwich. She wasn’t feeling particularly hungry but knew she needed to eat something before her soccer game against her team’s crosstown rival. She was the team’s star goalie and though it was still early in the season this was a game her team definitely wanted to win. She gulped down the last of her large glass of water and went to refill it reminding herself that she had to stay hydrated for the big game. As she finished up her sandwich her dad came down the stairs and asked if she wanted him to drop her off at the school on his way out of town. “Thanks,” she said, “but I’ll just ride my bike it’s not too far and it’s a really nice day.” Her dad wished her good luck at her game and reminded her not to burn down the house that night and that the extra key was under the rock in the backyard. Mira assured him she could take care of herself, reminding him that she’d be off to college next year. After he left, Mira finished the last few bites of her sandwich and poured herself one more glass of water, the memory of having to come out of last week’s game due to dehydration still fresh in her mind. Then again, she thought, she wouldn’t want to drink too much and have her admittedly small bladder cause her issues during the game. She decided the latter was the lesser of two evils, especially considering there were multiple porta-potties right by the field she could use if necessary. She downed the final glass of water and quickly packed up her bag to bring with her to the game. She grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge and went to fill up her large water bottle. The water running into the bottle made her realize the water she’d drank had already reached her bladder and she gently shifted her weight back and forth as the bottle finished filling. The twinge in her bladder brought back memories of her incident freshman year. She vividly recalled becoming desperate to pee on the long bus ride back after they’d lost the championship game. She had been too shy to ask to stop, fearing the ridicule that would come from the upperclassmen. She remembered desperately trying to hang on, her legs crossed and her hands dug into her crotch, barely managing to hold it until they got back to the school late that night. She made beeline for the school, desperately hoping to make it to the bathroom in time. She would have made it too... had the janitor remembered to unlock the locker room for them. She remembered pulling madly on the locked door with tears welling up in her eyes as she felt a warm wet feeling spreading between her legs. Three years later, the humiliation of her teammates coming to find her standing in a puddle of her own pee was still burned into her mind. However, she also felt a tingling sense of excitement she couldn’t quite explain as she recalled her intense feelings of desperation and then finally losing control. Her heart started to race slightly as she thought about how she sometimes enjoyed the feeling of a full bladder and remembered the extreme relief and pleasure she had felt before the humiliation had set in on that fateful evening. Just as these thoughts were striking her she realized her water bottle was overflowing into he sink and she snapped back to reality. She packed and zipped up her bag, ducked in the bathroom to relieve herself and then hopped on her bike and headed to the game.
Mira only lived a few blocks from the school and always enjoyed the short bike ride. She was a responsible and conscientious high school senior, consistently making the honor roll and excelling in various sports and extracurriculars. Mira was about 5’7” with straight, medium length brown hair and an athletic, slender build. She had perky b-cup breasts and long, tan, toned legs that caught the attention of more than a few guys at her school. However, despite a few attempts, she never seemed to have much luck with dating. Despite this, her thoughts kept wandering to a particular guy she hoped would ask her to homecoming this year. She sang with Tyler in choir and they always seemed to be in the same classes but had never really talked until the past summer when they went on a biology class trip together. He was tall and lanky and a little on the awkward side but had a charming sense of humor and a singing voice that she had to admit made her melt a little. Before she knew it, she arrived at the school and made her way on to the field to begin warming up for the game.
Mira became completely focused on the game as she warmed up, going through drills with the backup goalie and reviewing information about their opponent. About 15 minutes before the game was set to start, their coach called them into a huddle. He offered them words of encouragement and reminded them that citywide bragging rights were on the line. He also delivered some unfortunate news that some students had gotten a bit rowdy the previous night and tipped over the porta-potties near the field so if they needed to use the restroom before the game they’d have to make the trek to the school. A few girls elected to go but Mira didn’t feel any need to go and saw them working to repair the porta-potties figuring they would be ready by halftime and she’d have no problem waiting until then. As the game approached and the sun started to beat down on them the coach reminded everyone to continue to stay hydrated. Distracted by nerves, Mira drank about a third of her large water bottle and half of her Gatorade before the game started. Just as it was about to start she looked up to the stands and noticed Tyler was there. The game began and roughly the first quarter of it passed fairly uneventfully with neither team scoring and Mira easily deflecting the few shots that came her way. At one point the ball was on the opposite side of the field for several minutes and she used the opportunity to drink from the water bottle she had stowed near the goal. Not really paying attention to how much she was drinking and feeling the heat of the sun, she drank almost all the water remaining and her backup goalie provided her with a freshly refilled one. With about 20 minutes to go until halftime she felt a sharp pang in her lower abdomen. She would definitely have to visit the bathroom during the break. However, her team soon scored taking a 1-0 lead, distracting her from the growing pressure. A couple minutes later, an opponent broke through the defense and took a hard shot at the goal. Mira dove toward it and was able to deflect it away drawing applause from the crowd. The rest of the half was nonstop action as she had to block several more shots as the defense was wearing out. However, they managed to make it to halftime without giving up any more goals and entered the break with a 1-0 lead.
As Mira jogged to the team bench, she felt a large volume of liquid sloshing about in her bladder and knew she definitely needed a trip to the toilet. She gently jiggled her legs as the coach implored the defense to do a better job. “Mira won’t be able to stop everything the rest of the game” he warned them. No kidding, she thought, I won’t able to stop myself from peeing all over if don’t get a bathroom break soon. She remembered seeing them pulling the porta-potties upright near the end of the half and briefly looked over to make sure there wouldn’t be too long of a line. Much to her to her dismay she saw the porta-potties being loaded onto a truck and being driven away! She panicked, looking at the time and realizing she only had about 5 minutes until the game resumed. “Hey coach, are they going to have the bathrooms fixed before the second half starts?” She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. He said he wasn’t sure but probably not, but given the circumstances he was sure they’d be willing to wait to start the second half if she had to run into the school. She felt a sense of panic rising in her imagining how embarrassing it would be having her opponents watching her run to and from the bathroom. She didn’t want to show that kind of weakness, especially in such a close game. The whole crowd would also probably know what was happening... including Tyler. “I’ll be fine, just some nerves.” She said with a phony sense of confidence. Her need had reached almost a 7 and she knew holding it the rest of the game would be pushing her limit. “Mira you’ve got nothing to worry about you’re playing a great game just keep it up in the second half” her coach reassured her. As the game resumed, she made her way into the field, reassuring herself that as long as she didn’t drink too much more water she’d be able to make it. As the game resumed she didn’t see too much action as the defense had taken their coach’s words to heart and only let a few weak shots come Mira’s way. She soon even received some more help from her offense as one of her teammates was able to boot one past the outstretched arms of the opponent’s goalie. 2-0 lead! However, along with her celebration came a strong signal from her bladder that the pressure was growing. “Come on Mira” she thought to herself. “You’re an adult now you can hold it.” But she was finding it difficult to stand still, hoping the crowd would view her fidgety movements as an attempt to stay warmed up.
She looked at the clock, disheartened to find that only about a third of the second half had elapsed. She decided the best way to distract herself would be to focus intensely on the game, which soon became necessary as the other team’s star forward started becoming very aggressive. Mira was able to block several of her shots but could feel the pressure building both in the game and in her abdomen. After passing it over her head to a teammate down the field she felt a sharp stab of pain from her bladder and she drew in a sharp breath, instinctively clamping her legs together to try to prevent herself from leaking. That was a close call but in the heat of the competition it seemed her predicament had gone unnoticed. She again looked up at the scoreboard, happy to find that the intense sequence of events had caused the time to pass quickly, with now only 1/3 of the second half remaining. She certainly felt a strong urge to relive herself but felt that as long as she didn’t attempt any more overhead passes she’d be able to make it. Her attention snapped back to the game as she once again saw the other team’s forward sprinting down the field with the ball. But this time the defender stumbled and fell to the ground, giving her a clear path toward Mira. Crap, thought Mira, she’s got a wide open shot. The forward seemed to be focusing toward the top right corner of the goal as she approached and Mira began to anticipate moving in that direction. Unfortunately, the forward switched feet and kicked the ball in the other direction, Mira realizing her mistake as she was unable and the ball traveled past her into the goal. The other team’s fans erupted in cheers for the first time in the game. Now it was 2-1 and they still had 12 minutes left to play. Frustrated, Mira retrieved the ball knowing the goal wasn’t entirely her fault but wishing she could have stopped it. Her coaches and teammates shouted encouragement from the sidelines but she knew it was going to be an intense game the rest of the way. To make matters worse, her need had reached almost an 8 and the elastic of her shorts was pushing painfully against her overfilled bladder. She was very much looking forward to the relief that was on the way if they could just hold off this other team for a few more minutes. She imagined lowering herself onto the toilet her eyes closed in relief as she was finally able to empty her aching bladder. She could already hear the strong stream of her pent-up pee hissing out of her and splashing loudly into the toilet bowl.
She hadn’t had to pee this badly in ages. Ok, she’d had a few close calls from barely making it to a rest stop bathroom after drinking too much iced coffee during a family road trip to barely making it through that choir concert after drinking way too much water to try to avoid coughing during her solo. Then there was the time her most recent date had thought it would be romantic to catch a movie and then walk through the park back to his house. She ate way too much popcorn during the movie bringing on a different kind of desperation. She wondered what part of her sweatily clutching her stomach awkwardly speed-shuffling into a sketchy park bathroom just in time hadn’t impressed him enough to want a second date.
Her attention snapped back to the game as she saw her teammate take a shot at the goal. It looked good but bounced off the post, tough luck. As the seven minute park passed Mira felt a wave of desperation and tensed her body, trying to hold it in without betraying to anyone that she was on the verge of wetting her shorts. A few members of the crowd including Tyler had noticed her fidgeting but figured she was nervous about this nail-biter of a game. The next few minutes the ball never made it to Mira’s side of the field meaning there was nothing to distract her from trying to hold her sphincter shut. In reality, she was still around an 8 but the inability to hold herself was causing her need to increase in intensity exponentially. As she was attempting to discreetly squeeze her thighs together to lessen the pressure the other team was suddenly making a break down the field toward her. She saw their star forward receive a pass and begin advancing toward her. This was it, 2 minutes to play if they could get a stop they would win. The other team worked the ball around looking for a clear shot at the goal. With about 30 seconds left to play their forward once again sliced through the defense and took aim at the corner of the goal. But this time Mira has anticipated her shot correctly and was able to dive for it and deflect it with outstretched arms. Her crowd erupted in cheers in response to the game-winning save. The game finally ended and with it came enthusiastic applause from the crowd. As the coach called them to a huddle to debrief. Mira intentionally chose a spot near the back of the huddle where she was finally able to use her hand to discreetly hold herself. Her hand clutching her crotch provided some much-needed relief but unfortunately caught the attention of her friend who acknowledged it with a wink. Mercifully, her coach soon wrapped up by congratulating them on a good game and giving them the rest of the weekend off. After they broke up the huddle Mira hustled to grab her bag and make a beeline off the field and to the school to the sweet relief of a toilet. However, her friend managed to catch up to her on her way off the field. “Hey play it cool Tyler might be watching you” she teased. Gosh Angie could always see right through her as they had been best friends since childhood. She’d developed a little bit more of a wild side than Mira but they’d still stayed good friends all through high school. “Please Angie stop I have to pee so bad.” “Ok, ok I’m just saying we’ve got the day off tomorrow and your parents are out of town you could totally invite him over tonight and...” Mira turned red in the face and cut her off right there stammering out something about having homework to do as they exited the field. However, there was going to be one more obstacle on her path to the bathroom as Tyler was waiting outside with a sign and flowers to ask her to homecoming!
As she approached the crowd of her friends turning even redder in the face she managed to get her heart back into rhythm and respond with a “yes, of course!” They put their arms around each other as their friends took pictures but a wave of desperation soon struck her and she had to wriggle to body to hold it in which she played off as just as a way to get out of his grip to tell him something... “um... thank you I can’t wait!” She managed to get out and he responded with a smile and much to her shock asked if he could take the star goalie out for some ice cream, adding that he had brought his bike. Not wanting to disappoint her crowd she responded that of course she would love to!
Her friends all shouted their encouragement as Tyler began to lead her toward the bike rack which was unfortunately in the opposite direction of the school... She hesitated but soon followed him, again feeling too shy to voice her desperate need to use the bathroom. Plus, she figured, they’d just head to the creamery 5 minutes down the street and she could perfectly innocently slip into the restroom under the guise of washing her hands up before eating. She tried to limit her fidgeting as she fumbled with the bike lock and eventually managed to get on her bike, and she was even able to get a bit of relief by pushing her crotch into the seat. She was now confident she would be able to make the short ride even though her desperation was approaching a 9 at this point. As the creamery came into view, she felt her bladder give that characteristic spasm when she knew relief was close. She at least hoped the bathroom would be unoccupied so she wouldn’t again have to wait without the benefit of holding herself which she seriously doubted was possible at this point. However, much to her dismay Tyler biked right past creamery. Crap! He was probably taking her to that ice cream truck they set up downtown on the weekends. She considered asking him to go back to creamery, maybe telling him she only had time for the short trip and she could make up something she had to do later. But before she could they were already far past it and she thought it would be too weird to ask him to turn back. They soon arrived at the truck and got in line. It definitely served some of her favorite ice cream creations and she was glad Tyler had similar taste but unfortunately there was not a bathroom in sight. Beginning to panic, she asked Tyler if he knew of any bathrooms around where she could wash some of the dirt off her hands and he pointed out the bottle of hand sanitizer sitting on the counter of the truck and said unfortunately that might be all she had to work with. “Oh that’ll be just perfect thanks” she stuttered now truly beginning to panic. She was now at a full 9 and knew she wouldn’t be able to make it to the front of the 10-person line in front of her without either holding herself or wetting herself. And her crush was standing right next to her! Ugh why hadn’t she just run quick into the school before they left.
She felt a small spurt escape and dampen her panties and Tyler asked if she was ok as he noticed her tensely fidgeting. “Yeah sorry I’m just nervous I haven’t been on like a date kind of thing in awhile you know.” “So soccer balls flying at you at a hundred miles an hour is no big deal but eating ice cream that makes you nervous?” Tyler asked jokingly. He realized that may not have been the nicest thing to say so he apologized saying this was his first real date ever and he was plenty nervous too but they were in this together. Mira assured him that he was doing an excellent job but instantly felt another spurt release into her panties. She had to do something, she was about to have an accident in front of the first guy she really liked. Thinking fast, she noticed that the tables around the stand were filling up very quickly and they might not get a spot if they waited until they both got their ice cream. “Hey, um, would it be ok if I go get us a spot to sit before they’re all taken? I’ll take a single scoop of cookies and cream in a waffle cone.” “Oh yeah good call,” Tyler responded, “I can get that ordered for you and I’ll meet you there.” Having at least momentarily avoided humiliation, Mira found a table behind the stand that luckily would be able to conceal her holding herself under the table. She crossed her legs and discreetly slipped her hand between them, trying to hold off the increasingly intense waves of desperation. She could feel the moisture against her nether regions as she pushed her hands into her crotch. She desperately searched for a way to distract herself from her dire situation but couldn’t tear her mind from her desperation. Tyler soon arrived with their ice cream and sat across from her. As he settled in to the seat she took the opportunity to check her shorts for visible wet spots. None yet. By tightly crossing her legs and discreetly holding herself under the table she was able to carry on a conversation for about 15 minutes or so. Despite everything, she was actually really enjoying the time together with Tyler and really hoped she’d be able to get to know him better. However, she knew that her odds of reaching a bathroom in time decreased every minute the date continued. She needed to find a reason to leave and find a bathroom. She soon got a very unfriendly reminder from her bladder that the clock was ticking in the form of an intense spasm that nearly resulted in her leaking despite her holding. She had to find a reason to leave.
“Hey, um, I forgot I was supposed to, uh, water the plants in my house after the game. I’d really love to resume this another time but unfortunately I think I have to head back home.” “Wait,” Tyler said excitedly, “did I just hear that you’re interested in a second date?” “Absolutely, I’m just sad this one has to come to an end” she responded. “Hey no worries,” said Tyler, “I’d be more than happy to bike you home.” Mira once again panicked, seriously doubting her ability to make it home without an accident but she didn’t know how to politely refuse and instead enthusiastically told him that she would love that. She was definitely at a 9.5 by now, she could feel her painfully swollen bladder aching for release, her overworked sphincter muscles reaching their limit. She realized with horror that Tyler was standing up and that she would have to do the same. All she had to do was stand up and walk a few meters to her bike which she knew might offer her just enough relief to hold on. Tyler looked at her expectantly as she gingerly unfolded her legs and attempted to exit the table and stand up. She instantly felt a warm spurt but somehow managed to stem the flow. With each hobbling step toward their bikes she felt increasingly larger spurts escape. Tyler asked if she was ok and she just mumbled that she was sore from the game. He likely would have seen through this had he taken a second look but instead he instead took their dishes and went to throw them in the trash, giving her a chance to make a desperate break for her bike. She was now leaking large spurts with each delicate step and as she reached her bike she felt a couple drops of pee running down her leg. She managed to hop on her bike and jam her crotch into the seat in attempt to stem the flow. At first, it wasn’t enough and she released a steady stream of pee onto the bike seat. She braced herself for the worst, at least hoping she could convince Tyler not to tell everyone about her impending accident once he decided definitely not to go out with a girl who wet her pants on their first date. But by some miracle she managed to stem the flow after a whole second of full-on peeing. She quickly wiped of the several drips of pee cascading down her legs and turned to face away from Tyler, concealing the softball-sized wet patch between her legs. Luckily her shorts were dark blue so he may not notice it unless he was actively looking. Tyler asked her to lead the way as he wasn’t sure how to get back to her house.
She set off praying she could somehow finish this outing with her dignity intact even if her shorts were a lost cause. She fought against her bladder with every ounce of muscle in her body as she pedaled along. Tyler was unsure why she was going so fast, figuring she was anxious about the plants drying out or something. Mira felt herself begin to spurt again as she exerted herself trying to get up a small hill. She felt her crotch warming with each movement of her legs. She had to reach down with her hand to stem the flow as she reached the top, hoping Tyler didn’t notice the few drops of urine that dripped down, unable to be absorbed by her now-saturated crotch. But again she was able to do it, there was still a chance she’d make it back to relieve herself in the same bathroom she last peed in roughly 4 long hours ago. She managed to make it back to her driveway without incident but now she had to find a way to send Tyler on his way and somehow make it to the bathroom. She turned around on her bike to face him, putting one foot on the ground allowing the seat to still rest against her crotch. “Thanks...um... for the ice cream I had a really great time and I hope we can hang out again soon.” She managed a smile despite the fact she was in pure agony, now at a 10 the seat pushing against her pee hole the only thing preventing her from having an accident at that moment. Tyler dismounted his bike and made his way toward her, placing a hand on her back and gently kissing her on the cheek. “I would absolutely love that.” He said with a smile. “Congrats again on the win have a good rest of your weekend.” Mira felt her face flush red and her mouth fell open. “Thank you, um, see you Monday then?” She stuttered. “Looking forward to it” said Tyler as they briefly stood in shocked silence. She finally broke the silence saying she had better go water those plants and with horror she realized that meant getting off the bike and walking to her front door. Mira summoned her last ounces of strength a she swung her leg over the bicycle and hobbled with it toward her front door. She tried to explain away her pained gait, “ah, so sore, you know, from the game...” With the very last of her holding muscles, Mira managed to limit the damage to several forceful spurts, just small enough to be undetectable to Tyler’s concerned eye. She could still make it! However, as she propped her bike up against the stairs and made her way up towards the door she felt herself losing control.
She began leaking uncontrollably as she climbed up the stairs. She could immediately tell that there would be no stopping it this time. She was peeing herself. The only chance she had was to make it inside before Tyler realized what was happening and at least make herself the only witness to her shameful accident. Streams of hot pee cascaded down her legs, completely unbeknownst to Tyler as he got on his bike to leave. She jammed her legs together, trying to prevent her pee from splashing loudly onto her front steps. Her continuous leaks had now turned into a full forceful stream as she searched desperately through her bag for her key. She suddenly realized in horror that it was all the way in the backyard, under the rock. Dismayed, she pulled at the locked door desperately willing it to open. Unfortunately this drew the attention of Tyler just as he was leaving. He shouted from his bike on the sidewalk “Hey is everything ok can you get in?” He didn’t want to leave his first ever date stranded outside her house. He couldn’t quite see her clearly though the shrubs but he soon heard a response: “No... please... I’m fine I have a, um, spare key... I just have to... please... just go...” he also heard... water splashing? Incredibly confused, he got off his bike and began to make his way to the front steps to check on her.
Mira felt like she was in a nightmare. She stood helplessly peeing full force into her soccer shorts as she continued to madly look through her bag, searching for the key that she knew wasn’t there. She laid down the bag and admitted defeat, allowing the feeling of relief to wash over her. Hot pee hissed forcefully out of her soaking her panties and shorts, splashing loudly onto the ground, cascading down her legs and puddling in her shoes. Her eyes began to well up in tears as she couldn’t believe that, as a fully grown woman, she was just standing there uncontrollably soaking herself outside her own front door. She leaned against the door allowing an incredible feeling of relief to wash over her as she finally relaxed her overworked holding muscles.
Tyler came around the corner to see Mira looking furiously through her bag as a large puddle formed beneath her. Wait... was she... He watched unable to believe his eyes as Mira gave in and began to release the full capacity of her bladder into her soccer shorts.
Mira nervously turned around and her worst fears were confirmed. Tyler was standing there with his mouth wide open in shock staring at her as she peed full force for what felt like an eternity. When her stream finally died down after what felt like and eternity, Tyler broke the silence first: “Are... are you ok I’m so sorry... I didn’t mean to see...” Mira tried to respond through her tears “no... please... it wasn’t your fault... I just... had to go and... just please don’t tell anyone?” Tyler had no idea what to say. “Of course I won’t, would you like me to go and I’ll... um... text you later maybe?” Wiping away her tears, Mira responded “yeah... I mean if you want to you know I just...” she pointed to the steps below her and Tyler saw that her pee had flowed down the stairs all the way down to his feet. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he reassured her, “I know it was an accident.” He offered a sympathetic smile and said he should probably get going and she nodded in agreement.
Mira trudged shamefully through her backyard to procure her key, just praying that none of the neighbors had seen what happened. She made her way inside and stepped into the shower wishing the events of the afternoon would just wash down the drain with the water. She soon emerged and dried herself off, picking up her phone and she saw a text from Tyler.
“Hey I had a great time today hope you’re feeling better. I heard the new burger place in town is good and I’d love to try it with you next weekend if you’re up for it.”
She felt relieved that he was not completely disgusted by her unfortunate accident and was even trying to be kind about it. She texted back that that would be great and went to finish cleaning up. Her eyes wandered to her soaked panties on the bathroom floor and suddenly she felt another tingling sensation as she thought about what had happened. She studied the soaked crotch noticing the scent of pee as she picked them up. She knew she had just showered but she felt a strong desire to put them on again and feel the wetness against her crotch. Maybe she could wait until she was desperate and wet then all over again. She felt her heart racing as these thoughts were running through her mind. No, she thought, grown women don’t wet themselves and they certainly don’t like it. She threw her soiled clothes in the wash and went to make herself some dinner to try to take her mind off things.
As he biked back to his house, Tyler was unable to stop thinking about the image of Mira peeing herself outside her front door. He felt bad for her but had to admit it he was fascinated by it. He’d always had a thing for someone being desperate for a bathroom and losing control like that. He couldn’t help but imagine how desperate she must have felt. He hoped she didn’t feel too badly about it because he definitely wanted to see her again. |
It had been a couple of weeks since Mira’s incident following her ice cream date with Tyler. However, everything was well and she was getting ready to see him again. Last week, they had gone out for burgers together and absolutely hit it off staying and talking for a couple of hours after their meal had finished. He had driven her back to her house and they were sitting together in her driveway and she was certain they were about to kiss when suddenly her parents arrived home from their dinner party and they jumped apart and unfortunately had to say a rushed goodbye. However, today they planned to meet to go for a walk through a local park together and she hoped that maybe things would go differently.
She was planning to meet her friend Angie for coffee and then head to meet Tyler at the park. As it was a fairly hot day she selected some denim shorts and a tank top for her outing which she pulled on a simple black bra and some lavender cotton panties and set off for the coffee shop. She arrived and met Angie and ordered a large coffee. She hadn’t slept much last night in anticipation of her date and wanted to make sure she had plenty of energy. Plus she really enjoyed the taste. As they sipped on their beverages, Angie incessantly inquired about all the details of their first two dates. Mira filled her in on everything, well everything except how their first outing had ended with her completely wetting herself in front of him. She had tried to forget about and move on from her humiliating accident the last couple of weeks but she just couldn’t take her mind off of it. As expected she felt considerable embarrassment but she kept feeling strangely excited by the incident remembering the feeling of hot pee pouring down her legs as her bladder finally got the best of her. She found herself craving the sensation of an overfilled bladder and the pure ecstasy of the feeling when she finally lost control. However, she also felt ashamed of these strange desires and therefore couldn’t bring herself to indulge in them.
Mira began more quickly guzzling down her coffee as it cooled and before she knew it it was gone. Still feeling slightly thirsty she got up to fetch herself a glass of ice water. On the way, she noticed an employee putting up an “out of order” sign on the bathroom door. The employee told her one of the pipes had broken and it would probably be down for awhile. Shoot, she thought, she wasn’t feeling a need to go yet but she probably would soon after all that coffee. However, she then remembered that there were bathrooms right at the entrance to the park that she could use, she’d just leave a few minutes early so she could use them before Tyler arrived. She took her water and went back to join Angie. Distracted by conversation, Mira drank two glasses of water as they talked for another 45 minutes or so. As they talked, she could feel her bladder quickly filling but was able ignore her growing urge for awhile, eventually crossing her legs as her bladder began to send stronger signals. By the time she said goodbye to Angie and headed out toward her car, her need for the bathroom had become impossible to ignore, an uncomfortable pressure strongly nagging in her lower abdomen warning her that this was now getting well beyond the point she usually waited to relieve herself even if she was busy. It took about 15 minutes to drive across town to the park and she was amazed at how fast her bladder was filling. She began to tap her finger impatiently on the steering wheel and jiggle her leg as she drove, her need growing by the minute. She had to squirm in her seat to hold it in as she pulled in to the parking lot. She quickly made her way into the bathroom anxious to empty the copious amount of liquids she’d consumed over the course of the morning from her rapidly filling bladder. However, just as she came through the entrance she was greeted by a raccoon rummaging through trash on the floor! She shrieked and sprinted out of the bathroom all the way back to her car where she tried to catch her breath. She eventually managed to gather herself and check her watch. Just 5 minutes until Tyler was going to arrive and she still desperately needed to relieve herself! She felt a more powerful twinge in her bladder prompting her to cross her legs as an expression of worry came over her face.
She looked around and saw her only option looked to be to head into the woods. She’d only had to pop a squat to relieve herself a couple of times in her life before but desperate times called for desperate measures. She hurried into the woods trying to go in far enough that she couldn’t be seen. She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down to her knees along with her underwear. She lowered herself to the ground trying desperately to hold her shorts out of the way of her impending stream. She had just begun to relax and feel the first drops of pee escape from her urethra when suddenly she saw a man walking his dog come around the corner. She immediately panicked and quickly pulled her shorts back up, hurrying back out of the woods drawing a strange look from the man as she emerged. Her mind now on overdrive she went back to her car trying to consider her options. Tyler could be pulling in any second! Thinking fast, she grabbed the bag she’d packed for the walk and emptied the water bottle out onto the ground. The splashing prompted a spasm in her bladder as her need seemed to have increased exponentially after being so close to relief. She ducked back into her car hoping no one could see her as she once again undid her shorts and pulled them down to her knees along with her panties as she awkwardly crouched over the driver’s seat. She brought the water bottle between her legs and she as just beginning to relax, preparing to release a gushing torrent of pee into the empty bottle when suddenly her prospects of relief were once again foiled as she saw Tyler’s car pulling in to the parking lot. She once again panicked prompting her to release a short spurt of pee onto her car seat as she attempted to set her water bottle down and pull up her shorts. However, she managed to get herself back in order and she quickly gathered her bag and went to meet Tyler. |
“Hey Mira good to see you” he greeted her with a smile. Despite her circumstances, she managed a smile as well. “Hey good to see you too,” she responded. They set off down the path starting a conversation about their favorite movies and restaurants in town. She was once again immensely enjoying their time together and was able to distract herself from her urgent need for awhile but soon her bladder’s signals were too strong to ignore. Her bladder felt like a rock in her abdomen and desperation was starting to come in strong waves. She squeezed her sphincter manage to hold them back but she was beginning to grow nervous. She had things under control for the moment but she knew based on how quickly her need had increased that she would absolutely be in a much more dire situation soon. She considered just telling Tyler that she already needed a bathroom stop but she hated people knowing that she had to use bathroom, especially someone she was trying to impress. Once again thinking on her feet, Mira remembered she had an empty water bottle in her bag and if they passed by a restroom she could say she forgot to fill it up before she left and run into the restroom to do so. She’d been coming to this park since she was a small child and knew it like the back of her hand. She knew they were already nearing the other side of the park where there was another set of restrooms. She guesses they would arrive there in about 10 minutes and she was certain she could hold on until then. Satisfied with her plan, she returned to immerse herself in their conversation.
Tyler reached out and offered to hold her hand and they both blushed slightly as their fingers interlaced. They smiled and looked into each other’s eyes for a brief second. Gosh Mira hoped that they would finally be able to share their first kiss today. Tyler pointed to a small side trail and asked if she wanted to wander off the beaten path. She immediately said yes her very preoccupied mind thinking that getting off the busy main path would afford then a bit more privacy. Her bladder immediately made a strong protest as she felt a strong spasm causing her to briefly walk with her thighs pinched together to hold it in. Shoot, her need to pee was truly becoming desperate now and was still quickly increasing as the coffee and water from the morning were running through her. She felt a gentle tingling sensation in her nether regions and could feel her swollen bladder pushing against the waistband of her shorts. She was now having to focus more of her attention on holding as the trail now sloped downhill each step feeling like she was getting punched directly in the gut. It’s OK, she thought, she knew these trails like the back of her hand and despite taking a different path she was certain that in a few short minutes they’d emerge near the restrooms and she’d be able to go in and relieve herself. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as it required more and more effort to keep her panties dry.
Tyler’s heart was racing in his chest. He’d secretly had a huge crush on Mira for the longest time and had always dreamed of a day like this happening. He couldn’t help but stare when her gorgeous smile broke across her face or when the wind picked up her hair. If he was being honest her body also looked amazing in those shorts and that tank top. However, he noticed her getting quieter and it seemed like maybe their conversation had run its course so he gathered up his courage and decided that now was the time to make his move and finally get to kiss the girl of his dreams. He stopped on a bridge with a scenic view over the river and gently put his arm around Mira.
Mira was fighting with every ounce of her strength not to betray her desperate need to relieve herself. She bit down on her lower lip as her bladder released a strong wave of pressure. Closing her eyes for a brief second she was able to clamp down on her sphincter muscles and the wave soon passed. She knew she wouldn’t make it through many more without leaking but she could see the turn up ahead that she was certain would lead to the bathroom and she felt confident she could make it. Suddenly Tyler stopped as they crossed over a bridge and she felt her heart skip a beat. She felt his arm gently wrap around her as they took in the view together. The flowing river below them was absolute torture for Mira’s bladder. She tightly clamped her thighs together as Tyler pointed up toward a tree where he spotted a colorful bird and Mira took the much-needed opportunity to reach down and briefly hold herself as she agreed that it looked amazing. However Tyler’s attention soon turned back toward her and she had to tear it away, once again depending completely on her holding muscles that were weakening by the second. She knew that her light blue shorts wouldn’t hide any leaks and she knew time was running out if she wanted to keep them dry. Another wave hit and she couldn’t help but jiggle her legs trying desperately to hold back the flood. Tyler noticed her fidgety movements and figured she must be as nervous as he is. He turned to her and said “I never realized how scenic this park is thanks so much for showing me all the beautiful spots.” “Thanks,” she responded, “I’ve had a really good time with you today.” She looked up a him and smiled and their eyes locked.
Mira was torn. This was exactly the moment she had hoped for, except she really didn’t want their first kiss to happen when she was in the verge of wetting herself. She had no idea what to do as they began to lean in towards each other, but suddenly her bladder decided for her. She was hit by an intense wave of desperation and felt herself nearly lose control. Her abdomen was throbbing in pain the ocean of liquid contained within it begging for release. She was forced to suddenly step back and cross her legs to avoid leaking and quickly had to find a way to play it off. “Sorry I know this is bad timing but my, um, mouth is just really dry could we just grab some water and come right back, there’s a restroom around the corner up there.” She stood with an expectant smile now squirming uncontrollably, her legs jogging in place as she awaited Tyler‘s answer. However in his trancelike stare Mira’s words had gone right in one ear and out the other. He suddenly snapped out of it asking “wait sorry what did you say?” Mira couldn’t prevent a pained expression from breaking across her face for a brief second until she once again managed a smile even as a wave forced her to cross her legs and grasp the wall of the bridge next to her so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It took every ounce of her willpower not to hold herself as she asked Tyler with obvious desperation in her voice despite her efforts to remain calm “I’m feeling thirsty is it ok if we go around the corner and get some water?” Tyler was disappointed that they were once again so close to kissing but he too was feeling thirsty so he agreed began to nod his head but before he could even finish saying “sure” Mira grabbed his hand and began to guide him off the bridge.
They set off toward the turn in the trail and each step was agony for Mira, her overtaxed sphincter muscles threatening to give way every time her foot hit the ground. She knew relief was near, she could already envision herself making it in to the restroom and sprinting to the toilet, praying she would be able to get her shorts and underwear out of the way before she opened the floodgates. She imagined the pure relief she would feel as a torrent of pee gushed from her urethra splashing loudly into the toilet. She imagined returning to the bridge feeling the relief of an empty bladder, Tyler flashing his smile at her and asking “Where were we?”
They’d one again lock eyes and lean in until their lips gently touched... These thoughts were interrupted by a strong spasm from Mira’s bladder just steps before their turn towards the restroom. She immediately stopped and jammed her legs together and gasped as she felt a stabbing pain in her bladder. She once again had to think fast to play it off pointing into the woods and saying she thought she saw an animal moving. As Tyler looked away to where she pointed she once again grabbed her crotch providing her slight relief from her desperation allowing her to hold it until the wave passed. That had been close, Mira thought. She was so close, she couldn’t lose control now! Apologizing for the false alarm they once again set off. As they approached the corner, Mira mentally prepared herself to see the restroom in the distance knowing that seeing relief was so close would cause her need to increase even further. Now walking with her thighs constantly pressed tightly together, Mira turned the corner looking expectantly for the small brick edifice that could finally offer her relief. But all she saw was another trail extending into the distance. In her distracted state, Mira had taken a wrong turn somewhere and she was now completely lost. She couldn’t believe she had gotten lost on these trails she’d known for years. “Shoot“, she said, “we’re not exactly where I thought we were.” She took a deep breath trying to remember what direction they had to go. Another wave of desperation hit her and she crossed her legs and curtsied somehow managing to keep her pantries dry. Tyler noticed her worried expression and awkward fidgeting and figured she must be nervous about being lost. He tried to reassure her, saying “it’s ok the park isn’t that big we’ll find our way.” She figured her best chance was to walk down the trail hoping she encountered something familiar. She set off uncertain that she could make it even if she could figure out where she was. To make matters worse she was having to walk slowly and gingerly with her thighs tight together to avoid an accident. Even the slight perturbation of her bladder with each painful step was threatening to cause her to lose control. She felt another painful spasm in her bladder triggering a wave of painful desperation as she came to a fork in the trail forcing her to stop and cross her legs. However, it wasn’t enough as she felt her control slipping. “Hey is there anything down that way?” she asked Tyler pointing down the trail he was closer too and immediately turned to look the other way and jammed her hand into her crotch praying he wouldn’t turn back around quickly. It required every ounce of her strength to keep her panties dry as her bladder threatened to break through her iron grip. The wave mercilessly subsided as Tyler reported that there was nothing to be found so they off in Mira’s direction her panic rising as her bladder felt like a time bomb seconds from exploding in her abdomen. They set off an she looked around desperately for anything she could recognize but it was of no use. In her desperate state, everything looked completely foreign to her. Her bladder was at its limit and no relief was in sight. She was able to walk down the trail for another 10 meters or so before she had to stop and cross her legs trying to hold off another wave of desperation, claiming she was trying to look around for something familiar. The wave kept coming as she fought against her bladder with every muscle in her body. She felt sweat dripping down her face as her bladder screamed for release. She tried to take a few more labored steps but she again had to stop and clamp her legs together and as the pressure was too great. She felt her bladder spasm and immediately jammed her hand into her crotch. Her knuckles were white as she strained to hold back the inevitable flood. Tyler looked at her concerned and asked if everything was OK. She nodded and responded with a pained and unconvincing “yes” and tried to gather her strength and take another step but immediately she felt a warm spurt escape and dampen her panties. She could feel her holding muscles weakening as she bent over forward and felt another longer spurt escape. She pressed her hands into her crotch with all her strength but she felt two more spurts escape and the hot pee begin to slip through her fingers. She refused to admit defeat even as the spurts turned into a slow leak. She held her hands in front of her trying to shield her crotch from Tyler’s view until she knew It was futile and she gingerly removed her hands revealing a large and rapidly growing wet spot as she finally gave in to her bladder. For a few moments she felt nothing but pure relief as the floodgates opened and pee gushed into her panties and shorts. She could hear an audible hiss as her forceful stream flowed into her denim shorts and she could feel a warming sensation spread out from her crotch as hot, clear pee streamed down her tan legs.
Completely forgetting her surroundings she closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as her muscles finally relaxed. She eventually spread her legs and her pee flowed directly through her shorts onto the grass below her. It was ecstasy beyond anything she had experienced as she felt the warm wet sensation of her panties against her nether regions. Pleasure coursed through her exhausted body until finally she opened her eyes to see Tyler staring at her crotch in shock. She buried her face in her hands in shame as pee continued to flow into her shorts for nearly a whole minute.
Tyler’s mind was racing a million miles an hour as he watched Mira lose another battle against her bladder. He hated to see her suffer the pain and embarrassment but he’d honestly never been able to stop thinking about her last accident and it was a guilty fantasy come true that he was witnessing another one. Along with his feelings of sympathy he felt an undeniable sense of excitement watching the girl of his dreams helplessly wet herself.
Everything below her waist was completely soaked as her bladder finally emptied the last of its contents. The feeling of an empty bladder was indescribable after enduring so much pain trying to hold it in. But she felt tears welling up in her eyes as Tyler looked at her concerned completely at a loss for words. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “I just... I drank too much coffee and... I couldn’t hold it.” Tyler was completely taken aback but tried to gather himself and comfort her. “It’s ok, can I help you, um find a bathroom or something?” She suddenly broke into a nervous laugh, “well it’s a little too late for that unfortunately.” They both chuckled and stood in awkward silence before Mira spoke again “I’m so sorry I was really having a great time and I promise this isn’t a normal thing for me...” Tyler knew that he shouldn’t be enjoying Mira’s humiliation but he couldn’t tear his eyes from her soaked crotch and legs. Still totally flustered he knew he shouldn’t admit that he liked it but found himself wanting to comfort Mira. But all his distracted brain could come up with was “I mean... clearly you were holding in a lot.” He immediately felt that he was betraying his fascination and averted his gaze and apologized. “Sorry I’m... just surprised are you OK?” Mira gingerly stepped out of the puddle she’d created and said “Yeah I’m fine I just can’t believe this happened again. I should probably go home and clean up unfortunately.” Tyler was disappointed their time together was over and they once again were kept from having their first kiss but he figured this was probably a nightmare for her and thought the least he could was try to be nice about it. He offered a smile and said “Sure I’ll walk you back to your car.” He tried to take Mira’s hand but she said “I... probably wouldn’t do that” holding hers up showing them completely drenched in pee. Tyler responded with a smile that that was fair enough and they set off together to find their way back to the parking lot.
Mira soon found her way and they walked together in silence. They still had a fairly long walk to get back across the park. Mira couldn’t help but notice Tyler continuing to sneak glances down at her pee-stained shorts. He looked like he wanted to ask what happened and she figured she should try to explain herself. “I, um, tried to go before you got here but I went in the bathroom there was literally an animal in there and I freaked out and I thought we could stop on the other side of the park I should have told you I just felt weird about it.” Tyler couldn’t resist showing his amusement at the thought of a wild creature scaring Mira away from a much-needed restroom break and tried to make some light of the situation. “Not your day, huh?” Mira also began to laugh as she realized the absurdity of the situation. “No it really hasn’t been.” She went on to explain about the broken pipe at the coffee shop and feeling emboldened by Tyler’s friendly response to her openness she even explained how she tried to run into the woods before he arrived. She giggled as Tyler began to blush furiously. Their conversation eventually picked up where it has left off and they walked down the trail together talking and laughing so much so that Mira nearly forgot about what had just happened. They both couldn’t believe how easy it was to talk to each other and the natural chemistry they seemed to have. They ended up taking a longer route as Mira took a wrong turn distracted by their conversation. She realized soon after but just went with it as she was enjoying their time. However, much to her surprise after some time she once again began to feel signals from her bladder as they walked. She couldn’t believe how quickly her weakened bladder was already demanding her attention again. However they soon made it back to the parking lot and she bid Tyler goodbye. “Thanks for being nice about all this,” she said, “I had a great time despite, you know, and I can’t wait for homecoming next weekend.” Tyler smiled back at her, “I can’t wait either thanks so much.” He stepped toward her and gently kissed her on the cheek. Their hearts both raced as they said goodbye and headed off to their cars. As they began to walk away Tyler snuck a glance back at Mira and couldn’t help but admire the massive wet spot that spread across the seat of her shorts.
Mira immediately felt her bladder warn her that it was filling again as she walked toward her car and she glanced at the restrooms wondering if she should stop but she was terrified she would once again encounter some ugly creature. She felt another wave as she opened her door and she stood and jiggled her legs shocked st how badly she had to go again and wondering if she should empty her bladder before she set off. She shook her head got in her car figuring she could manage the 20 minute drive across town and through her neighborhood.
5 minutes in and she wished she was regretting her decision. She was already squirming in her seat her holding muscles completely exhausted from the day’s events. Clearly some of her morning’s coffee and water was still running through her. She shifted uncomfortably begging the car in front of her to move faster. Another 5 minutes and she was starting to seriously doubt her ability to make it back. A wave of desperation caused her to place her hand on her crotch and she nervously bit her lip unable to believe she was in this situation yet again. 5 minutes later and Mira was completely desperate she bounced up and down in her seat her hand jammed between her legs. She finally stopped and a stoplight and she unbuttoned her shorts plunging her hand directly into her underwear trying to hold back the flow. She spotted a gas station and instinctively drove into the parking lot feeling like she couldn’t hold it the last 5 minutes until she made it back to her house. But as she reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt she looked down at her unbuttoned pee-stained shorts and realized she couldn’t go in there looking like this! She quickly peeled out of the parking lot trying desperately to hold on until she made it back. As she rejoined the road she realized she hadn’t rebuckled her seatbelt and she began to fasten it until she felt it press on her bladder and realized that definitely wasn’t going to happen. She let go of the seatbelt and immediately plunged her hand back into her shorts to try to hold on. Her bladder was sending painful waves through her abdomen threatening to break through her weakened floodgates. Praying nobody in neighboring cars could see her she grimaced in pain as she pressed against her urethra begging her bladder to hold on for just a few more short minutes.
Her completely weakened sphincter was about to betray her again. It hadn’t even been an hour since her accident and she was already on the verge of another one. She pulled into her driveway squirming madly with her hand dug into her crotch. She realized that she had to button her shorts before she could run in and she felt absolute agony as she fastened the button over her bursting bladder and gathered her strength to try to stand. She managed to get out of her car leaving all her things behind and hurried into her house, feeling a small spurt release as she pulled out her key and unlocked the door. She dashed into her house with her hand between her legs and made it to her bathroom feeling herself start to leak as she slammed the door behind her. Her bladder gave in as she took her first step away from the door. She knew she couldn’t make it to the toilet in time and secretly she didn’t want to. She stepped into the bathtub as the first drops of pee were running down her legs and finally... relief. She moaned in ecstasy as she once again felt herself emptying her bladder into her shorts. She looked at herself in the mirror as she felt a wet warmth spreading in her crotch. She watched a glistening wet spot spread across her shorts and once again felt her hot pee flowing down her legs. She closed her eyes and relaxed every muscle in her body that let herself enjoy the feeling of pee flowing freely out of her urethra and into her soiled panties and shorts.
Her bladder was empty much more quickly this time and as she looked at herself in her wet clothes in the mirror she began to feel tremendously aroused. Shame in her newfound desire forgotten she peeled off her shorts and now stood in her wet panties and a tank top. She felt her heart race as she looked at the soaked crotch of her underwear and the puddle beneath her. She reached down and felt the moisture between her legs and immediately a wave of pleasure like she had never experienced came over her body. She was still completely mystified by these feelings but now she was also completely hooked on them. |
Mira felt herself rousing from sleep as her alarm blared next to her. She managed to open her eyes and turn it off and immediately felt a strong sensation in her bladder. She remembered her coffee-fueled cram session she’d had the previous night for her test she had today and realized even the little sleep she had gotten had been enough time for her bladder to fill to the brim. She felt like she had a rock sitting in her abdomen as she sat up and looked on the floor for her slippers. That’s weird, she thought, they’re always right here by my bed. She felt a tremendous wave of pressure as she stood up prompting her to hold herself and desperately squirm as she quickly scanned her room for her slippers. She danced in place and groaned in frustration as they were nowhere to be found. She hated the feeling of the cold bathroom and kitchen tile on her feet so she liked to put them on every morning. She gritted her teeth and clamped her hand down on her crotch as she bent down to check under the bed but she immediately felt a sharp stab of pain in her abdomen as she did so and felt a small spurt dampen her panties. Forget it, she thought, her desperate need to relieve herself becoming too pressing to put off another second. She hurriedly made her way down the hall and to the bathroom but her dad was in there rummaging through the cabinet under the sink. “Hey kiddo don’t mind me just looking for some cleaning supplies I’ll be out of your way in a second” he said without looking up. She clenched her fists at her sides and managed to respond “it’s ok” through a pained smile but with the toilet literally in her line of sight her bladder screamed for release. She tried to stand still and appear calm but she was struggling to keep control. She felt another spurt slip through her urethra forcing her to discreetly cross her legs as she continued to wait for what felt like an eternity. Finally her dad grabbed the supplies he needed and made his way out of the bathroom casually saying “all yours” as he passed her completely unaware of her predicament. The second he stepped out and into the hall she darted in behind him and slammed the door. She danced from foot to foot as she fumbled with the door lock feeling herself leak again as she finally got it in place and immediately jammed her hand into her crotch to stem the flow and once she finally regained control she rushed to the toilet and briefly stood squirming in front of it not wanting to release her iron grip on her crotch. She took a deep breath and removed her hands but the floodgates opened just as she began to pull her shorts and underwear down her legs. Her forceful stream flowed into her panties as she pulled them down and then briefly onto the floor as she lowered herself to sit and then finally into the toilet as she felt her bare skin hit the cold seat. She moaned in relief and let her head fall forward into her hands as a gushing torrent of pee hissed out of her and splashed loudly into the toilet. She noticed a small puddle on the tile floor in front of the toilet and she glanced at her panties and shorts that lay around her ankles noticing a prominent wet spot around the crotch area. Her gaze shifted to the bathtub across from her and remembered having a similar feeling as she had stood in there and wet herself just a few days earlier. It had been absolutely exhilarating and she secretly wanted to try to do it again. She suddenly had an incredibly mischievous idea. Tonight was game night for soccer so she’d come home right after school to an empty house and head back to the school after an early dinner for her game. If she held it all day at school she could come back home desperate and have plenty of time to have another... accident. Her heart began to race again at that thought and she glanced back down at her dampened panties as she enjoyed the last few moments of her eventful morning pee. She finished and stood up and stepped out of her soiled clothes taking a second to admire the evidence in what was the scene of a very obvious crime. She wiped up her puddle on the floor as well as the front of the toilet seat. She felt a strange excitement cleaning up the evidence that she had lost control of her bladder yet again. She realized that she was going to have to change into dry shorts before she could head down to breakfast. She grabbed her shorts and panties off the floor and gingerly slid them back on. She felt the cold wetness of her underwear press into her nether regions as she pulled them up. She stood in front of mirror and reached down to place her hand over the baseball-sized wet patch on her crotch. She felt a familiar pleasurable tingling sensation as she admired herself in the mirror and decided that these would be the clothes she’d wet when she got home. She poked her head out of the bathroom to make sure the coast was clear and tiptoed back to her room to change. She laid a plastic bag on her bed and took off her shorts and panties again and laid them on the plastic bag. I’ll be back for you later she thought to herself as she stepped into a dry pair of shorts and headed down to breakfast. |
Mira grabbed herself some breakfast and decided to make herself some coffee as she was going to need some energy after her long night of studying. She didn’t usually drink coffee before school but decided she’d make an exception today. She sat down and ate and ended up having two cups of coffee as well as a large glass of orange juice along with her food. She went to shower and then went to her bedroom to try to decide what to wear. It was a team tradition to dress up on days they had home games so she decided on a flowing black summer dress that went down to about 4 inches over her knees. She liked the way it looked and it also wouldn’t squeeze or press on her bladder which she was hoping would be quite full by the end of the day. She imagined the pressure slowly building and walking out of school at the end of the day with her bladder swollen and throbbing and bulging out of her abdomen but no one would be the wiser as it would be concealed under her loosely fitting dress. Mira was completely mystified by these desires, she’d always been a responsible and generally sober-minded person but something had stirred within her and today she just wanted to feel rebellious and sexy. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out the only pair she really thought could qualify as sexy: a light blue pair of boy shorts with a lace waistband. She even lifted up her dress to admire how they hugged her figure. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to a wet patch forming on the blue fabric and spreading out over her crotch, she couldn’t believe that she was really going to wet herself today and she knew it was going to be an incredibly long day waiting for the minute she could finally come home and indulge her desires. She let her dress fall back down her legs and headed off to school.
Mira walked into school feeling a way she never had before. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she thought about her dirty little secret that she was going to forgo her bathroom breaks all day so that she could go home and uncontrollably wet her panties. The fact that she knew she looked good in this dress and knew she looked sexy underneath was only increasing her excitement. She gathered her things from her locker and went to meet Tyler. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw his eyes widen as soon as he saw her and stumbled over his words trying to greet her. “Hey Mira,” he said, “good to see you, um you look...amazing.” She felt herself blush and thanked him and they walked toward Mira’s first class and she stopped to fill up her water bottle on the way. It was a fairly hot day and Mira knew she’d need to be hydrated for the game as well as for her... other activities. She would have eight class periods today the fourth of which was her exam and the fifth was her lunch period. Her first class was an incredibly boring lesson on history and she absentmindedly drank from her water bottle throughout watching the clock and waiting for it to be over. Much to her surprise she felt a twinge in her bladder near the end of the period. She figured she must just feel nervous about her plans and ignored the urge and went on to her second class. However, her need continued to grow. As the teacher droned on about the latest book they were reading she tried to push it out of her mind. She never had to pee this early in the day so she knew it must just be nerves. If she was going to make it the rest of the day she was going to have to learn to ignore these feelings. She tried to completely focus on her class and even continued to drink from her water bottle to distract herself. As the hour wore on she soon felt an urge to cross her legs which would normally signal to her that it was past the point where she’d usually stop to relieve herself between classes. She figured the feeling would pass and the bell soon rang signaling the end of class and she packed up her nearly empty water bottle in her backpack and set off toward her third class. On her way, she passed by a bathroom and almost instinctively walked in feeling the pressure in her bladder but then remembered that she had sworn against setting foot in a school bathroom today. She felt another rush of adrenaline as she ignored her bladder’s protests and continued down the hall.
She walked in and remembered that today was a laboratory experiment day in her chemistry class. She gathered with her group around the lab table and they began the experiment. They always had to work quickly to finish the experiment within the hour and Mira always found them to be fun and engaging. She became completely immersed in completing the procedure and gathering her data and completely forgot about the mounting pressure in her bladder. Unfortunately during one of their later steps one of her lab partners accidentally knocked over a container of the chemical they had been working with and they had to go back and redo a few steps. At this point Mira was fidgeting without even realizing it as her bladder continued to try to warn her preoccupied brain that her need was becoming urgent. They looked up at the clock and realized that they still had about 10 minutes left so they could at least make a new sample that they could use the next class. They worked furiously to make up for their mistake and a couple of them noticed Mira’s awkward fidgeting but figured she was nervous about finishing their task on time as they worked all the way up until the bell rang. However, they had finished their sample and just had to clean up their table. They began to put everything away and by the time Mira gathered her things and looked up at the clock she only had two minutes to get to her next class. Shoot her exam! She rushed into the hall and made it to her classroom just as the bell rang and made he way to her seat. Her teacher had already distributed the exam and was offering them a few reminder before it began. “Remember to answer all parts of the questions and keep your eyes on your own paper. No one will be allowed to leave the room until the exam period is over. Good luck and you may begin.”
Mira opened the test and tried to focus on the questions but immediately realized that she was absolutely desperate to pee and began to panic. She quickly crossed her legs to try to relieve the pressure but it barely helped at all. She was able to overcome the distraction and work through a few of her test questions but a wave of desperation hit her forcing her to close her eyes and take a deep breath to hold on until the wave passed. Feeling in control again she squeezed her thighs together and managed to work through a few more of the questions. Despite her desperate state, she was very well-prepared after her long night studying. Soon another wave hit and she desperately squirmed in her seat. She couldn’t believe how badly she had to go, she normally wouldn’t take a bathroom break until after lunch and even then it was just so she wouldn’t have to stop between her afternoon classes. Suddenly it dawned on her, she had drank coffee that morning! She usually only had a glass of milk or orange juice with her breakfast. No wonder her bladder had filled so quickly. She’d drank two cups of coffee and a glass of orange juice and most of her water bottle and hadn’t peed for almost 5 hours! She looked at her test and realized she was about halfway done, but only about 20 minutes of the period had passed. Her legs were hurting from being pressed together so hard and she had to uncross them and her foot nervously tapped on the ground as she attempted to continue her test. She made it through one more question but the pressure had become so great her legs were essentially running in place under her desk. She was seriously beginning to doubt her ability to hold it until the end of the hour. She gingerly crossed her legs again and was able to finish another question but beads of sweat were beginning to form on her forehead as another wave hit. She clenched her teeth and willed her sphincter muscles to remain shut but nearly groaned in despair as she looked at the clock and realized not even another 10 minutes had passed. She tried to start the next problem but after a few seconds had to set her pencil down again and focus on preventing an accident. She discreetly glanced around to make sure no one was looking and slipped her hand into her crotch. She was able to finish the question but her bladder felt like it was about to burst. She looked up at the clock again an expression of worry on her face. She had 25 minutes left and she had 3 questions to complete. She decided to do the hardest of the three first while she figured in a few minutes’ time she would barely be able to focus on anything but her bladder. She hurriedly read through the question and dug her hand into her crotch as she figured out how she could solve it. She quickly worked through the necessary equations but after a few minutes had to stop and awkwardly squirm in her seat again. She regained control and furiously worked through the rest of the problem and just as she was about to write down her final answer she once again had so stop and collect herself having to focus all of her energy on preventing a humiliating accident. The fabric of her dressed bunched up in her crotch as she tightly clamped her hand over her urethra. After a few agonizing seconds she was able to write down her final answer and quickly glance at the clock again. 17 minutes. She knew the last two problems would be easy for her, and the test as a whole thankfully had been easier than she expected. All she had to do was quickly work through them while somehow keeping her panties dry. She quickly set to work with her legs crossed and shaking as the pressure in her bladder becoming painful. She was able to get through a couple lines of work before she felt another wave and she tensed every muscle in her body trying to hold back the ocean of liquid contained in her abdomen. Come on Mira, she thought, you’re 18 years old you can hold it. Her hands were now trembling as she attempted to finish the problem, furiously scribbling down numbers that were barely legible at this point. She was able to nearly finish before she was overcome by a painful wave of pressure. She sweat was now dripping down her forehead as she was quickly realizing that she dangerously close to wetting her dress. She was furious at herself for not listening to her bladder’s signals earlier and prayed she would be able to hold on. Her knuckles were white as her hand pressed even harder into her crotch and she gathered all her strength to quickly finish the question now squirming constantly in her seat. She looked at the last question and immediately realized that it was just two quick steps to solve. She could do this! She looked at the clock, 12 minutes left. However, she couldn't even bring herself to reach for her pencil. Her hand gripped the edge of her desk trying to will herself to hold on. She closed her eyes and tried to think of anything but running water, a dry desert, a... that’s all she could think of. She sat for a whole minute with her eyes closed trying to squeeze her exhausted sphincter muscles shut by any means possible. She took a deep breath and tried to pick up her pencil and work through the problem. She made it for about 20 seconds before she had to stop and bend forward and she again resigned to hold herself for as long as necessary to regain her composure. Her bladder was now sending continuous waves of painful desperation warning her that she couldn’t hold on much longer.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw someone stand up on the other side of the room and make her way toward the teacher’s desk. She recognized her as Lauren, the captain of the girls cross country team and noticed that she was awkwardly fidgeting as she asked the teacher a question. She saw the teacher give her a sympathetic look and shake his head no. Mira figured that she must have asked to use the bathroom but she knew that due to some students getting caught cheating recently no one was allowed to leave the room during tests anymore. Lauren had long blonde hair and ran with the more popular crowd, and it was no secret that most guys in her grade had a huge crush on her. Mira watched her walk back to her desk and noticed a large water bottle sitting on her desk completely empty. She was wearing a cross country tshirt and a grey pair of leggings. Mira noticed her bite her lip And look nervously at the clock as she squirmed quite obviously in her seat. She looked to be quite desperate as well. However Mira’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a spurt of pee escaping her hold and dampening her panties. She knew she couldn’t afford any more distractions if she wanted any chance of finishing her test and making it to the bathroom before she humiliated herself. She looked up a the clock, dismayed to find that she still had 10 minutes left. Knowing she could focus completely on holding herself if she could get through this question she steeled herself to finish working through it. She quickly scribbled out as little work as she felt was necessary and circled her answer. She immediately turned her test upside down on her desk to indicate she was done and felt another spurt dampen her panties. 8 minutes left.
Mira’s face was contorted in a mixture of pain and panic as she teetered on the brink of losing control. Her double-crossed legs trembled underneath her desk and she tried to take deep breaths as she pushed desperately against her pee hole. Her eyes were glued on the clock begging it to move faster. She held off wave after wave of desperation each one growing more intense. After what felt like an eternity she glanced at the clock again hoping it was nearly time to leave. 6 minutes left. Ok she needed to try something different, maybe distracting herself would help. Out of curiosity, she glanced across the room at Lauren shocked to see her also holding herself her legs wildly fidgeting. Her face looked panicked as she also gazed helplessly at the clock. Mira suddenly felt her control slip. She felt a spurt escape, and it was enough that she could feel it warm her hand as it pressed into her dress. She clamped down to stem the flow closing her eyes and channeling the last reserves of her willpower to try to hold back the flood. 5 minutes left.
Suddenly motion on the other side of the room caught Mira’s eye. Lauren had gotten up and made her way to the teacher’s desk again. Mira watched in shock as she begged the teacher to let her go to the bathroom, now openly holding herself and dancing wildly as she stood in front of his desk. Mira could see the sympathetic look in his eyes as he explained there was nothing he could do. Mira knew that based on the new guidelines if a teacher permitted anyone to leave the room during a test they would have to void everyone’s scores and risk being fired. She felt badly for Lauren as she watched her once again return to her seat forced to desperately hold herself. She knew Lauren was one of the rare popular girls who was nice and she had just been edged out by Bridget, the truly evil captain of the cheerleading team for the title of homecoming queen this year though everyone was pretty sure that she only won because the school didn’t want to get sued by her father. At any rate, she felt sympathy for Lauren but was forced to turn her attention back to her own situation as she felt another spurt escape into her panties. She quietly whimpered as painful waves of desperation surged through her body and despite her effort another longer spurt escaped. 4 minutes left.
Mira closed her eyes in concentration and tried to find one last reserve of strength to get her to the end of class. She squirmed desperately in her seat both hands now dug into her crotch. She knew she may he attracting some attention but she much preferred that to the prospect of wetting herself and she knew that even if she was completely naked everyone in the class would probably still be staring at Lauren anyways. But her bladder had reached its limit and Mira felt tears welling up in her eyes as she tried desperately to delay the inevitable. Another spurt escaped and she managed to bear down and hold on for another 10 seconds before another spurt escaped. There was now a small wet patch on the front of her dress concealed only its color. Mira could already feel a large wet spot on her panties, the warm wetness against her nether regions serving as her bladder’s last warning that it was about to burst through the floodgates. 3 minutes left.
Mira couldn’t believe what was happening. She was now leaking short spurts every few seconds and felt hot wetness dripping down her fingers as tears welled up in her eyes knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to hold on until the bell rang. She desperately hoped that the back of her dress could soak up enough moisture that maybe she could conceal her accident a little bit longer. She felt the spurts growing longer and closer together as a puddle formed in her crotch. But then suddenly across the room she heard a gasp and a loud splashing sound. She looked over in shock and saw Lauren sitting stock-still in her desk as a waterfall of pee poured from her seat onto the floor below her. Their teacher immediately stood up and dismissed the class telling them not to worry about their tests, just to leave them on their desks. But before he had even finished his sentence Mira had recovered from her shock and dashed out the door, with one observant classmate of hers noticing the puddle on her chair and the pee running down her legs as she escaped into the hallway.
Mira ran into the bathroom and threw her backpack on the floor leaving a trail of pee behind her as she dashed into a stall and pulled up her dress and sat down on the toilet, pee gushing through her panties into the water below her. She let her eyes roll back into her head in relief, not even caring that the stall door was wide open in front of her. The release felt absolutely euphoric and her loud moan of relief echoed off the tiled walls of the bathroom. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she felt the wet warmth of her pee spread across the crotch and the back of her underwear and multiple streams of pee fell from her underwear into the toilet. When she finally felt that she could temporarily cut off her stream to go shut the door her sphincter muscles burned as she attempted to stem the flow and she placed her hand over her soaked crotch as the got up and closed and locked the stall door in front of her. She felt her exhausted muscles desperate for her to release again so she simply sat back down and continued flooding her light blue panties. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to release her bladder again even though it had already been partially emptied. She felt nothing but pure bliss and relief as an endless stream of pee flowed into her panties. Well, so much for holding it all day. She finally emptied what she thought was the last of her bladder’s contents and stood up to inspect the damage to her underwear. Everything was completely soaked. The motion caused her to realize that her bladder still wasn’t completely empty and she sat down and peed for another 15 seconds. She heard the bell ring and people immediately started to stream into the bathroom.
Mira began to panic. What was she going to do? She could throw away her wet panties but that would mean carrying them past the entire line of girls forming to wait for the stalls. Shoot her backpack was also out there too. She suddenly remembered that even though she usually stayed at school to work on homework upperclassmen were allowed to leave campus during the lunch hour so she would just have to wear her wet panties back to her house and then go change. She tried to dry her panties off with toilet paper as best she could so they wouldn’t drip as she walked and she stood up and pulled down her dress and stepped out of the stall hoping no one noticed the obvious trail of pee that was leading into it. When she emerged from the stall, a girl waiting impatiently with her legs crossed immediately rushed in behind her saying “oh thank goodness.” Mira listened intently as she walked toward the sink and soon heard the telltale loud splashing into the toilet bowl and audible sigh of relief as she reached the sink and began to wash her hands. She grabbed her backpack and headed towards the front door of the school. As she waded through the large crowd she was secretly enjoying the feeling of her soaked panties clinging to her nether regions. It was exciting her that nobody around her had any idea that she’d just wet herself like a 2-year-old. She could already hear people whispering about Lauren’s accident, apparently word had spread quickly. As she walked past her classroom she looked inside and saw Lauren standing at the back of the room bawling as multiple counselors and the teacher tried to comfort her and custodians were trying to mop up the massive puddle she had created. Even from the brief glimpse she got Mira could see that her grey leggings were completely soaked and did nothing to hide the copious amount of wetness. Mira felt awful for her and knew that had she not had an accident Mira would have wet herself in her seat seconds later. She texted her friends that she was running home before lunch to grab her Spanish notebook and quickly made her way out to her car.
Mira found a towel in her trunk and placed it on the seat hoping her pee-drenched clothes wouldn’t soak through it. Her house was very close to the school so she quickly drove home and made her way upstairs. She went into the bathroom and once again lifted up her dress to inspect her panties. She couldn’t believe just how much of the fabric was soaked with pee. She pulled off her dress and hopped in the shower taking one last look at her soaked rear end in the mirror as she climbed in. She detached the shower head and sprayed down her legs before using it to completely drench her underwear. After enjoying the feeling for a few moments she peeled her underwear off and let them fall to the floor and rinsed off the rest of her lower body. She hung her panties over the shower curtain to dry and stepped out to dry off noticing a text from her best friend Angie.
“Dude what happened in calc? Apparently Bridget’s telling everyone that Lauren peed her pants.”
Mira picked up her phone and sent a response
“Yeah it was awful she asked to leave twice and he wouldn’t let her go.”
“Yikes apparently someone took a video and it’s all over the internet.”
Mira picked up her dress and as she walked to her bedroom she looked at Bridget’s feed and sure enough she’d posted a video that one of the guys in her class had taken who was sitting right by Lauren. Mira immediately reported the video hoping it would be taken down but couldn’t resist just once watching Lauren helplessly struggle to hold it in before the fateful moment arrived when she simply couldn’t hold it a second longer and a massive wet patch spread across her grey leggings and a puddle quickly grew in her crotch and splashed onto the floor. She felt incredibly guilty but couldn’t help but be excited watching it. She entered her bedroom and pulled on a simple black pair of panties. She inspected her dress and other than being slightly wrinkled around the crotch where it had been bunched between her legs there was no evidence of her accident. The black color concealed any stains and she held it up to her face and it didn’t even smell strongly of pee. She figured people might have questions if she showed up in a different outfit so she decided her safest bet was just to put it back on and head back to school. As she left the room she caught a glimpse of the panties lying out on her bed that she had resolved to wet when she got home. Did she still want to go through with her plan after her eventful morning? She leaned in to look closer at them and noticed that other than a slight discoloration in the crotch there was no evidence of her accident that morning. She realized that she desperately wanted to stand in front of the mirror and watch herself completely ruin them. She imagined herself coming home and slipping them on and waiting until her bladder became painfully full again and then then stepping into the bathtub and... yeah she was definitely still going to do that. She filled up her water bottle and got in her car and headed back to school her adrenaline once again rushing at the thought of her afternoon plans.
Edited March 22, 2020 by Mr. Rishun
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“Don’t stay up to late rin!” My mom called from downstairs “fine!” I yelled back as I shut down my game and started getting dressed for bed
I laid down on my bed and switched on the radio for some background noise “the third child this week has fallen into a comatose state for an unknown reason there vitals are stable next the weather” ok not listening to the radio as I switched the radio off and began drifting to sleep
I was standing in a cave with waterfalls on all sides “dreams are a powerful thing you know” said a smooth feminine voice that seemed to come from all sides “WHO ARE YOU WHERE AM I” I demanded frantically “you are dreaming and I am a manifestation of your subconscious in fact you can give me any voice or body you imagine I am the you that you don’t know” “oh ok well what’s going on here” I asked “these waterfalls are dreams the dreams of all the people of this world you can dive in but I don’t know where you will end up but that is what makes you special” “special?” I asked “you can enter others dreams from here” “and your the only one with this power therefore you are the only one who can save them” “who” I asked “our time her is limited go to the hospital touch each of the comatose children I will do the rest” “ and one last thing what affects you in this dream world affects the real world if possible” “i don’t get it” I said “do you need to use the restroom?” my subconscious asked “I don’t need to pee but I could go number two” and with those words a toilet appeared in the center of the room so I sat down and Let loose “our time is over come back tomorrow night” and I snapped awake
I slowly sat up as I realized what my subconscious meant by affects the real world as in I hadn’t had gone in a toilet but luckily I was wearing underwear when I went to sleep unluckily I shit myself yeah in hindsight I should of saw that coming anyways after about thirty minutes of wiping myself up and throwing away those panties I texted my mom and headed for the hospital
It was a sad sight the three people almost my age laying in there beds I touched the first ones forehead.
I rushed home and climbed in bed entering the same cave as before “so how do I help them”I asked “you will delve into there dreams” “how will that help them how did they even end up like that”I demanded “they are all extremely smart but each one came to the realization of their reality,”
“the first was bookish and threw himself into fiction to escape but his mind drew him into a world of his imagination one he will never leave”
“The second was lovestruck but was rejected her mind created a world of punishment for herself and she entered willingly”
“The final one was abandoned and alone for his life he tried to end his life but failed and garnered everyones attention he felt happy and that he finally had friends but they abandoned him for the next sob story so he built a world around himself locking out the real world and sealing him in a imaginary world of friends and family”
“So how do I help them”I asked
“You must entire there dreams and convince them to leave by there own terms”
“Ok makes sense send me in then” I said as a hole opened in the waterfalls
“There is your path take it”
I dived into the hole my body disappearing into darkness before a new place opened up
I looked down and saw I was in a police uniform and the world around me was a warehouse in the back stood three people dressed as stereotypical gangsters I took a deep breath and whispered to my self “just a dream these aren’t real people” before I stood and drew the pistons at my belt I shot the first one in the head and dived behind cover after a few shots i stood back up and took out the other two
I rushed around the corner to see the environment had completely changed now I was wearing a torn leather jacket and jeans holding a baseball bat and standing in a ruined city with zombies stalking the streets I changed forwards knocking heads off and jumping over corpses one but one had surprised me it grabbed at my shoulders and I screamed uirne spilling into the tattered jeans and panties I was wearing and I lunged away as I landed the pavement crumbled beneath me
I fell downwards with a cord tied around my waist and landed above a well polished floor now I was taking the role of a secret agent sneaking around and head shooting guards with a silenced pistol unfortunately I was still as wet as before but as I made my escape in a supercar every thing changed again
I was riding on a horse wearing armor in some kinda fantasy land thankfully the wool bodysuit worn under the armor was containing my accident, the sky was blue and there was a great castle before me I road in and stood before a king slouching on his thrown “I don’t know you?” The king said “what tale do you hail from” I looked him in the eyes and said “I’m not some storybook character, I’m real and so are you however this place in not” “I am aware why should I stay in a land with no happy endings no epics about heroes no curtain call just an endless drag of monotony” he scoffed a sadness clearly present in his voice
“There is one story you might be interested in” I stated with a smirk
“What is it about?” He asked sitting up and locking eyes with me
“Its a story of an adventure into untold lands a unknown character with a developing personality a huge world where everything is possible” I told him
“TELL ME THE NAME OF THE BOOK” he demanded
“It doesn’t have one...yet” I said leading him on
“Who’s the author?”he asked being drawn in like a shark to blood
“...you it’s your story, the tale of your life you can brave the world in whatever way you want “ he looked dumbstruck but after a minute of stillness the world began to dissolve and fade to white
I was back in the cave Somewhat relaxed that that was over but also confused over everything as well and damn if I’m not good at motivation speeches!
“You did it” my subconscious said with no discernible changes in there voice
“A side note when in someone else’s dream you have no control of your body leaving most things up to me luckily I can control your breathing and such but I cannot control your bodily functions so enjoy”
“Wait wha-“ but I was pulled out before I could finish
I shot awake and reached down to feel a cold puddle between my thighs
/to be continued/ |
Undertale: Volume 1, Chapter 1
Alright... I'm gonna do it; I'm... gonna—
Alphys' train of thought was cut off by Undyne returning from her patrol as she shot a trademark smile to Alphys. "Hey, Alphy!" Alphys flinched upon Undyne's return and instinctively began to pretend to work on something as her tail swished in a small circle in response to Undyne's greeting. "H-Hey, Undyne...."
Undyne glanced curiously in the direction of Alphys' work before shrugging her shoulders dismissively while she walked to her bedroom and began to remove her armour. After this, having been on a relatively long patrol, Undyne made her way to the bathroom-door resting one hand on the doorknob just as she was interrupted by Alphys. "Uhm... W-Wait, Undyne, could you hold it for a second?"
"Yeah, what is it?" Undyne recognized an urgent tone in Alphys' voice quickly making her way back to Alphys as a small blue spear appeared in one hand. Alphys turned back to face Undyne noticing the spear she had summoned as her face flushed deeply and her tail tucked softly between her legs indicating no reason for alarm. "Just, uhm... can we t-talk—?"
"Of course we can, Alphy...." With this, Undyne caringly led Alphys to the couch in the middle of her living-room taking a gentle seat next to her. "Something on your mind?"
"Y-Yes... Could you—uhm—If I... were to ask you—" Alphys' face quickly flushed much further as her tail twitched erratically between her legs and she adjusted her position uncomfortably in front of Undyne. Undyne acknowledgingly remained quiet for a few moments before making a small motion to encourage Alphys to speak as she prodded, "You gotta get... a li'l bit more than that out, Alphy..."
"Do you think y-you could, uhm... keep... holding it—?"
"Pardon?" Undyne raised an eyebrow slightly to Alphys as Alphys' evident embarrassment heightened yet further and she leaned slightly closer to Undyne. "I-I... can't expand on why, but... c-could you... hold—?" Alphys demonstratively brought one hand to Undyne's lower stomach carefully applying a small amount of pressure to Undyne's bladder to complete her thought. Undyne appeared not to recognize this apart from a slight twitch of her leg and she remained in thought for a few moments before clarifying; "You... —That's all? Just... 'holding it?'" Alphys nodded her head gently and her face could practically be felt burning red as Undyne hesitated slightly before nodding affirmatively to Alphys. "That's... not what I was expecting, but I can... certainly do that for you."
Alphys appeared not to have expected this either as she rested a hand softly against Undyne's body clarifying in simpler terms; "Y-Yes—?" Undyne glanced up to Alphys looking her in the eyes and nodding gently once more as Alphys leaned happily against Undyne seeming to find an odd excitement in this. Undyne smiled lightly and playfully adjusted Alphys' position before beginning to rub Alphys' back with one hand to calm her evidently slightly out-of-control excitement.
Once this was taken care of, Alphys sat upright before kneeling curiously next to Undyne as her tail continued to wag slowly. "So... h-how... —how long, do you think—?"
"Hm? How long I can...—?" Undyne demonstratively pressed her legs gently against each other completing her thought as Alphys nodded another time to her. "I... don't have any sort of numbers I can give you, but I..." Undyne glanced to her bladder before separating her legs indicating that her urge was mild at most. "... can't imagine it's 'interesting' yet, and I can... let you know when it is."
"Then... —fine, f-for now—?" Alphys returned to Undyne and applied a light pressure to Undyne's bladder once more as Undyne nodded another time allowing this. Alphys' tail resumed wagging enthusiastically as she sat comfortably next to Undyne wrapping her arms around her and seeming to find a deep enjoyment in what was yet a trivial task for Undyne. Soon, once this excitement had gone down somewhat, Alphys glanced between Undyne and her bladder as her tail subconsciously pointed towards a case of bottles of water that was resting in one corner of the room. "C-Could you...—?" Undyne's gaze followed Alphys' tail soon landing on the case of water as she smirked lightly to Alphys. "Of course, I could." Standing from the couch and returning with the case after a few moments, Undyne lifted 2 bottles from the case and began to drink from one without any hesitance. "W-Wait, that's- that might be a lot of water for..." Undyne stopped drinking for a few moments to allow Alphys to think. "... someone w-who... isn't a fish—carry on—" Following this direction, Undyne continued to drink soon emptying the first bottle and subsequently downing the second before she leaned comfortably back in her seat. Alphys leaned happily against Undyne once more and Undyne continued to rub Alphys' back softly as she turned on the TV for some entertainment while the water made its way through her system.
After some time, it came to Alphys' attention that Undyne's body appeared to be incredibly efficient with its use of water; what seemed nearly to be the entirety of the two bottles' worth had filtered through to Undyne's bladder which was now bulging slightly from her lower stomach. "U-Uhm... Undyne—?"
"Yes?" Alphys cautiously adjusted her position bringing herself away from Undyne's stomach and glancing unsurely to Undyne's bladder as her tail twitched slightly. "Do you need to... m-move—?"
"Not really." Undyne stretched her body gently in place taking a few moments to shift her weight given her small range of freedom to move though she surprisingly didn't appear to be affected by her bladder in the slightest. Alphys' eyes widened towards Undyne and she took some time to process this before carefully returning to her position as she made a small dismissive motion. "Carry on, then...."
After a short pause, Alphys' tail reached around her and poked gently at the previously-emptied bottles of water.
"... C-Could you... do that again—?" |
I saw a request for this story of mine since it was only posted to the Holding It board and never here. I'm happy it was so memorable! Hope you enjoy!
Even FullHearts Can Overflow
I checked myself into FullHearts Hospital early Monday morning. I’d woken up with every intent to get dressed and go to work as usual, but as I readied myself I realized my head was burning. Certainly it was a substantial fever, and with my luck perhaps I’d caught the latest strain of super strong flu that had been making the rounds at the office. By 8 am I was laying in a medical bed in my own private room and had an IV drip going into my arm. The fever was still terrible, but I couldn’t help but perk up when my nurse arrived. She had a little pooch in her abdomen, a clear sign of early stages of pregnancy, but otherwise she was easily one of the hottest women I’d ever laid eyes on. With her dark hair long enough to obscure part of her vision, my nurse introduced herself as Nurse Chelsea and began looking over a folder of my medical history. I answered a few questions as best as I could, taking note of her tattoo sleeve going up her left arm, as well as her very obvious DD cup assets. I did my best not to stare too long, but I’m sure from the smirk on her face that Chelsea knew what kind of effect she was having on me. Heck, she probably had the same effect on all her patients. “Most likely, you’ve got that Flu X that’s been on the news lately,” Nurse Chelsea told me after a few minutes of poring over the data, “So we’ll keep you here on monitored bed rest until you recover. If you need anything, hit the buzzer on the wall there, right above your head, and I’ll make sure to check up on you or have another nurse come to do it.” She saw my eyes flick hastily to the partially open bathroom door in the corner of the room and the toilet within, then continued, “Yes, make sure you don’t get up for anything. If you need to relieve yourself, we’ll be more than happy to provide a bedpan.” “Yes ma’am” I gulped, embarrassed by this turn of events, but fully aware that I would have to deal with it. “Alright, rest up, watch some TV or take a nap, and we’ll be back to check on you later today, ok sweetie?” Nurse Chelsea finished, and I nodded my assent. I made sure to get a good look at her shapely rear as she turned and exited my room, stopping outside my door to grab a liter of water from another passing nurse and chug it down, and then continuing with her rounds.
By 11 am I couldn’t bear the pressure any longer. I’d been resisting my filling bladder all morning, but finally it got the better of me. I pressed the buzzer, waited a few moments, then pressed it again to be sure. In two minutes, Chelsea was back in my room. “What can I do for ya, hun?” she asked me. “I really need to pee,” I told her with a slight tremor in my voice. I wasn’t used to admitting such a private need to such a good looking woman. “No problem!” Chelsea perked up, going across the room to fetch me a bedpan. She helped me get it in position and ten seconds later I was feeling the bliss of relief as my morning piss left my penis with record speed. After half a minute, I ran dry, and Chelsea took the half-full bedpan, noting with a grin, “Looks like you really needed that one!” “Yes, I’m very happy to see you again. You got here right in time!” I told her sheepishly. Chelsea gave me a quizzical look, “What do you mean ‘again’? Do I know you from somewhere?” I paused and stuttered, “Erm, no, I mean, you just checked on me a few hours ago…” Now it was Chelsea’s turn to pause for a few seconds, but then recognition sprang into her eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry dear! This happens all the time! You met Nurse Chelsea this morning. I’m her twin sister Kelsey!” My eyes went up and down over her body, and I realized that while she was identical to Chelsea in almost every way, Kelsey’s sleeve tattoo was on her right arm instead. At least I had a way to tell the sisters apart. “Now you rest up and just let us know if you need anything else!” Kelsey said and turned to leave. But a new thought had just hit me. When I saw that the two sisters’ bodies looked exactly alike, that meant they had all the same curves. Same cup size, same round butt…..and same bulge in the abdomen. There was no way….I had to ask.
“Kelsey-“ I stopped her as she was leaving. “What is it, sugar?” the buxom nurse asked, turning her head around. “I apologize if this question oversteps my bounds, but I’m just very curious. I know you and Chelsea are identical twins, but did you really both plan to get pregnant at the same time? You both seem to be the same amount of time along from what I can see of your bellies. I just thought it was an odd coincidence is all.” Now Nurse Kelsey gave a laugh, “Oh, you really are something else! No, no, I’m not pregnant, and Chelsea’s not either, the little devil.” The nurse walked in closer to me and spoke softly, “See, one of the perks about coming to FullHearts Hospital is how clean and pristine the entire establishment is kept at all times. Be honest, you haven’t noticed more than a speck of dust or filth since you got in here, right? Our staff and management take pride in that, and one of the ways we endeavor to keep up our cleanliness standards is to keep all bathrooms, toilets, and bedpans as patient-only. So no, we’re not pregnant, sis and I, those lumps are just our bladders after a long shift. Just over 11 hours now for both of us!” “11 hours?? My gosh, don’t you have to go? By all means, you can use the bathroom in my room, I’m not allow-“ I was cut off by Nurse Kelsey. “Oh hun, don’t you worry about us. One of the qualifications for becoming a full time staff member here at FullHearts is being able to hold your load and stay hydrated at all times. A full bladder doesn’t bother us, and it shouldn’t bother you! If I do say so myself, my toilet at home has seen its fair share of monster pisses after long shifts like this, but as long as I’m on duty I keep things corked up. So try to relax, and don’t worry about us, ok?” Nurse Kelsey finished with a smile, barely waiting for my nod in response before turning to exit. I’m sure she had many more patients to attend to. As she reached the door, I had to do a double take, because Nurse Chelsea walked passed her and down the hall. It was going to take a bit of getting used to seeing two sexy, curvy, identical women like this. “Hey Chels! We got another one who thinks I’m you! Said even our bladders look the same, how bout that?!” Kelsey called out to her sister while leaving the room. “Pssh, well that’s not right! Everyone on the floor knows this twin is the one with the bladder of steel!” I heard Chelsea shout back from down the hall. “I hope we get suckered into double shifts so I can make you eat those words!” Kelsey replied heartily. I saw her rub her distended bladder briefly through her nurse’s uniform, then grab a bottle of water from behind a counter and begin to drink it as she walked down the hall and out of my view. This was going to be a unique hospital stay, indeed…..
By 3 pm I couldn’t help but press my buzzer again. The IV drip was filling my bladder back up at a rapid rate, in addition to the drinks I’d received with my bed-ridden lunch, and I needed some more relief. I was all ready to check their arm tattoos to make sure I knew whether it was Chelsea or Kelsey who came to help me, but this time an Asian nurse made her way into my room. She was Filipino, by the looks of it, a little shorter than the twins, but she had an air of confidence about her. She was also sporting a fairly massive bladder bulge, as I assumed that if Chelsea and Kelsey weren’t pregnant, then this third nurse probably wasn’t pregnant either. “Hello, I’m Nurse Jasmine. What can I assist you with?” she asked me with a slight accent. I spoke of my need to relieve myself, and the nurse sprang into action with a bedpan. I managed to fill it up almost as much as last time, and I noticed that Nurse Jasmine seemed to be standing a bit stiffly as she waited for me to finish. I decided to be brazen and asked her, “Have you been holding it long? Nurse Kelsey told me that none of the staff are permitted restroom breaks on site here.” Jasmine flashed me a smile, “Oh those twins…they think they can hold it, but we’ve got some real tankards in this hospital.” I was not expecting this comment, because to me, the 11 hours that Kelsey spoke of holding her pee for was damn impressive. Nurse Jasmine started taking the bedpan away, then continued her train of thought, “Myself included. I’m on 18 hours and still feeling just fine. My shift ends in a couple more hours, but I’ll probably catch a few hours of shut eye and go out for drinks before I even think of relieving my large bladder.” “That’s incredible!” the words left my mouth before I could process them. Nurse Jasmine’s smile grew wider, “Well thank you kindly. But like I said, some of the women at FullHearts are made of titanium down there. If I didn’t know it was a medical necessity, I’d be convinced some of the doctors have never sprung a leak in their lives! Doctor Sarah Gallagher, I saw her go 40 hours without a piss during a procedure and not even cross her legs. Even I’d be breaking my neck to last that long without a wee.” Nurse Jasmine left my room, and I was left to my fantasies.
Nurse Chelsea came back to check up on me at 6 pm. She apologized for the delay, but explained that the doctors were behind schedule due to the flu outbreak, so they were only now getting ready to have the experienced professional come to look me over. I told her it was no problem to stay in a hospital with such attractive staff, which earned me a blush and a wink. Chelsea was fidgeting a little as she spoke, and her bladder bulge also seemed to have increased by a few inches, and this she acknowledged, “Why yes, hun, and I think yours would have too if you went 18 hours and didn’t stop one time to pee.” I told her that Nurse Jasmine had been holding for that exact length of time when she came to check on me 3 hours prior, and she wasn’t showing such obvious signs of desperation, and Chelsea frowned briefly, “That bitch…don’t listen to her, Kelsey and I can hold circles around the other nurses. We’ve probably just drunk more than she did….” I let her excuse hang in the air and didn’t comment on it, and before Nurse Chelsea could say anything else, another woman stepped into the room. She was a tall woman with flowing blonde hair, huge boobs nearly popping out of her top, and if Chelsea looked 3 months pregnant, then the blonde certainly looked more like 5 months. “I’m Doctor Sarah Gallagher, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry for the delay. As I’m sure Nurse Chelsea explained to you, we’re just running behind today. This new Flu X has left us understaffed as well, but there’s no rest for the weary!” “It seems that even you need to take a comfort break at some point, Doctor. Do you really not feel that?” I asked, pointing to her enlarged abdomen. “I’m not a school girl who needs to rush to the lavatory to avoid wetting her knickers every time some pee enters her bladder. I cannot be bothered by such things, and thankfully I have the urine tank to prove it! I’ve been on duty for the last 30 hours without a toilet, but like I said, that isn’t a problem for me.” Doctor Gallagher replied confidently. She reached into the pocket of her medical jacket, took out a half-empty bottle of water, and finished it off before looking over my charts. When her eyes moved back to me, I told her about my experience from earlier in the day, “Nurse Jasmine told me you once lasted 40 hours on a procedure. Is that true?” Doctor Gallagher huffed, “Jasmine needs to cut that out….goodness, every time she tells that story………….It was 45 hours, and that’s not the longest I’ve ever gone. I don’t know why that one procedure stands out to her. I don’t think she understands that I have the bladder of a horse!” “You will have to teach her a lesson!” I joked, but Sarah’s reply was serious when she said, “You’re right, perhaps Jasmine will have to start working double shifts from now on….”
Just then, the lights went out. The machines turned off. For five seconds all was dark throughout the hospital and I heard shouts of panic from other rooms and wings of the building. Then a low light came on and the medical machines hummed back to life. Sarah Gallagher was now looking on angrily, “Dammit! Why’d we lose power?? We’ve switched over to the emergency generators, but this is not good!” “What should we do??” Chelsea asked, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. “We need to conserve as much power as we can,” Doctor Gallagher said forcefully, reaching for a radio in her pocket, “I’m going to put the whole place on a lockdown. Nothing runs unless absolutely necessary. All the automatic doors on the floors need to be locked in the open position, elevators will have to be shut down, and we’ll have to lock our entry doors and re-route all incoming patients to another facility. No one leaves. Everyone stays on duty until we can get our normal power back.” The doctor turned to me briefly, and again her voice was serious, “You wanted to see me break 45 hours? You just might…” Then she walked briskly out of my room, with Nurse Chelsea tagging along a second later. All around I could hear the other staff milling about, trying to salvage as much of the situation as they could while keeping the patients calm. My mind was whirring – everyone stayed on duty. Bathroom breaks were not allowed. How long could FullHearts Hospital possibly function with its all-female staff put under such strain? I could tell they were some of the most dedicated and strong-bladdered women on the planet, but even they had to have limits! Alas, there was nothing I could do but lay and wait as time ticked by and bladders filled. I was ok with this.
The evening wore on. The emergency lighting was dim, but I could see just well enough in my room and out into the hall. Every minute or two another nurse or doctor would flit by, scowling and shaking their heads, no doubt flustered by the sudden power outage. And what caught my eye was that every single one of them was sporting a very prominent bladder bulge. Sarah Gallagher was right – these were no school girls. These were women who knew how to hold their pee! Every time one of the nurses made their rounds and stopped in my room to check on me, I commented on the state of their bladder. Each nurse was open about talking about how badly her bladder was bursting, but they were all also equally confident about their unmatched abilities to hold it for as long as necessary. And none of them were showing any desperation anymore – not even Nurse Chelsea when she came to check on me at 10 pm with a 22 hour unrelieved bladder. She had been fidgeting 4 hours earlier, but now she was as steady as a rock (and her bladder certainly looked as hard as one!) as she monitored me and asked me a few questions relating to my condition. “Don’t you need to pee anymore? It seems that none of the ladies on staff have to go at all!” I exclaimed to her, unable to help myself. Chelsea bit back a smile, and I could see very small tears of pain coming from the corners of her eyes. So she was suffering from the strain. But her reply was simply, “We are professionals here at FullHearts Hospital. This is how we got the reputation in the medical community for being known as FullBladders Hospital. You won’t see us behaving any differently just because of the mass of urine inside us. We are grown women who can hold it, and we have to do just that during a crisis like this. If you’ll excuse me, I really do need to keep moving and check on the other patients…” Nurse Chelsea left me to my bed, while I suspected she had other reasons for wanting to keep moving besides just helping the patients. Her bladder was bulging like a globe thru her nurse’s outfit. It had to be causing her problems. Of course I thought that about every nurse and doctor I saw, especially when Doctor Sarah Gallagher walked passed my room an hour later with two other doctors at her sides. Each of them looked to be containing near a gallon in their stretched abdomens, but they all walked with a purpose and showed no signs of their urinary dilemma besides a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. I was maddeningly aroused by the sights and sounds around me, but alas, I was in the hospital for a reason. I really was sick, and despite my best efforts, my body had had enough and I fell asleep from exhaustion sometime close to midnight.
When I awoke, the clock on the far wall told me it was 10 am. Despite the fact that my body needed the rest, I couldn’t help but be disappointed. This was the best chance I’d ever have to see a group of iron-bladdered women desperate at once, and I’d let it slip through my fingers and fallen asleep. Surely I’d missed the main event by now. There was no way these women were still ho-… My mind went blank momentarily as Doctor Sarah Gallagher strode into my room. She seemed to be containing a beach ball under her outfit, but that wasn’t what it was. Sarah Gallagher was burstingly full of piss. Piss that she’d now been keeping inside herself for 46 hours. The good doctor was sweating more profusely than she had been the previous night, her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and she kept her legs close together as she walked and stood, but otherwise she was somehow able to compose herself normally and speak to me as if she was not mind blowingly desperate to piss. “You know, when I broke passed 45 hours, I thought of what your reaction would be…then I decided I’d better come see it in person,” Sarah told me with a smirk, “It’s not every day I have to push myself to get this full and still keep working, but unfortunately this isn’t just any other day. I have yet to hear a definitive update on our power situation.” “Are you quite sure you don’t need to relieve yourself?? What about the other girls?” I asked incredulously. “Don’t question the dedication of the staff of FullHearts Hospital. We have strong bladders and will put them to good use. You won’t see any member of the staff break down and piss while on duty, if that’s what you mean. These aching piss tanks will keep swelling as large as we need them to, and not one of them will even think about bursting.” Having given me such a rousing status update, Doctor Sarah took a minute to check on my flu, pulled out and chugged down half of a full bottle of water, then left the room, again with smaller, more pointed steps than I was used to seeing out of her. Despite her best efforts, I could tell she was dying to let loose her flood for the first time in 46 hours.
At noon I was visited by Nurse Kelsey. Her bladder was round and swollen with 36 hours of piss clawing to get out. Her hair was matted to her face and forehead from sweat, and despite her very best efforts she could not stop a small tremor from continuing in her leg while she stood. Even so, Kelsey somehow managed to be totally professional as she did her checkup on me, never once wavering or halting things because of a pang from her bladder. I decided to gauge her reaction when I asked if she needed a relief, and Kelsey told me sternly, “No sir, I wouldn’t even think of it now. We FullHearts nurses know how to put our patience to the test. We’ve never had a girl lose her load on the clock and I’m not about to be the first!” As Kelsey left my room, Nurse Jasmine entered. Apparently whoever had scheduled the nurses’ rounds was a little too preoccupied with their unending need for relief, because I’d been double booked! As Nurse Jasmine ran through the same series of questions and tests that Kelsey had just administered, I noted that she was standing with her legs apart, and now there was no fidgeting coming from her. What a woman! I had to find her limits, however, so in a bit of naughtiness, I acted like I wanted to look at one of the charts she had in her hands, but ‘accidentally’ pressed on her bladder to adjust my position. The effect was instantaneous. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, her teeth clenched together as breath hissed loudly out between her lips, and her strong legs clamped right together. She did not cross them, and she did not put a hand between her legs, but I don’t know if I’ve seen someone holding back such pure pee-need. This was a girl who needed to let go in the worst way. Just from the rigidness of her posture, I could tell it was taking everything Jasmine had to keep her dam plugged up and forceful piss inside. She was quivering with the effort, her muscles tensed to the max. And amazingly, after ten seconds or so like this, Jasmine was able to relax ever so slightly as the wave of urgency I had caused her ended, and she continued as if nothing had happened. I was in awe, and after Nurse Jasmine finished checking her notes, she leaned in close and told me softly, “You’re lucky that my bladder seems to be made of steel. I haven’t had an accident since I was a little one, but there are not many girls who can withstand that sort of extra pressure after 39 hours without a toilet. You might not want to ‘slip’ anymore…” I nodded and apologized, but she cut me off, “Don’t apologize, at least not to me. No need. I can take it. Nothing’s going to make me crack, no matter how much longer we’re without power.” And so Nurse Jasmine left me with my tongue hanging out of my mouth.
Around 2 pm I was visited by a redhead nurse I had only seen in passing. She introduced herself as Amy, and she had a bladder bulge that managed to almost rival Sarah Gallagher’s. Nurse Amy also didn’t appear quite as exhausted as the other ladies who had seen me today, though she was a good deal more fidgety due to her unbridled pee urges. With such a full bladder, it was a wonder she wasn’t doubled over from the pain. I asked Amy how she could be so wide-eyed and cheerful after so long on duty, and she explained to me that, with no end in sight to the power outage, the nurses and doctors had begun sleeping in some spare rooms on the top floor in shifts, just for a few hours each. She had just woken up an hour ago. I asked her how all the women were possibly managing to fall asleep with such massively full urinary organs, but Amy replied, “With how hard everyone is working to ignore their bodily urges and help our patients, we’re all dead tired by the time our break comes. Plus I’m sure we’ve all trained ourselves to fall asleep with bursting bladders anyway, for efficiency’s sake. I know I have….”
Despite Nurse Amy’s confidence, I couldn’t see how this prolonged power failure could end in any way other than a hospital-wide breakdown in self-control and floods of pee eventually coating the floors. And it seemed to be already in the early stages of happening – multiple times I saw women with maxed out bladders walking passed my room, clearly going out of their minds with desperation. They were breathing heavily, clenching their fists, even clutching their pussies if they thought no one was looking. One redhead even grabbed herself to stem the oncoming tide in full view of her coworker whom she was walking with. The coworker could do nothing but shake her head sympathetically while the poor redhead fought for control of her shaking sphincter. The girl succeeded, just as every member of FullHearts Hospital had to this point, and both women continued on dryly. The redhead even began working on another bottle of water before she was out of my view. Watching all these powerful, prideful women being pushed to their limits was driving me wild, and as the afternoon wore on I felt some strength returning to me. Probably it was just the adrenaline from being in such an arousing situation, but no matter, I was going to put my newfound energy to good use. With a huff and a puff, I gingerly arose from my bed. My IV had been removed permanently the previous evening, so I was just on bedrest now. I decided it was time to explore the halls. Watching the nurses pass by my room was nice, but I was greedy. I wanted to see more!
As I roamed the halls of FullHearts Hospital, the tension hung thick in the air. It was so heavy I could feel it weighing me down, surely the same way the women felt their voluminous bladders weighing down their midsections. Oh how I’m sure they wanted nothing more than to let that piss burst forth from them, let the pain subside and let themselves be comfortable again. Only their pride held them back. I saw it in each of their faces. Each woman was more determined than the last. They would all hold. They would not use the toilet, no matter how much their bladders swelled, no matter how much their sphincters ached, no matter how bad the pressure got. It was like a dream – everywhere I turned there were more desperate women, women so clearly on the total verge of urinary disaster, but still holding back their ruinous pee need through sheer willpower, sheer ego alone. Some of the stronger nurses and nearly all of the doctors attempted to straighten up and act normally when I passed by, but others couldn’t help themselves and continued clutching their thighs, rubbing their legs together, squeezing their fists into their crotches, and doing whatever sort of pee dance was needed to fight and resist the unbearable urge for seconds more, and seconds after that. On and on it went, the parade of desperate women, but more importantly, the parade of desperate DRY women. There was not one leak at FullHearts Hospital. The power outage had lasted far longer than anyone thought possible, and yet each woman’s massive bladder had been up to the task. Somehow I also couldn’t help but note that almost every woman I passed had a water bottle or a cup of coffee with her that was half-emptied.
Through the carnage of bursting point bladders were three women whose urinary needs seemed less pronounced than the rest. Doctor Sarah Gallagher was still holding strongly, despite perhaps the largest and most swollen urine organ of all, tending to patients and only offering me a small smile and nod as I walked passed her. There was an Indian doctor, who told me her name was Rumi, who was managing to act fairly normal and bear the pain of a totally blown up bladder. While Doctor Gallagher’s might have been the roundest and most filled, Rumi’s was certainly protruding the furthest out from her body. It looked completely unnatural, even on her borderline voluptuous frame, such was her incredible capacity. The third girl, to my complete surprise, was Nurse Jasmine. Despite telling me on the first day that holding 40 hours would be a real accomplishment for her, the Asian wonder had contained herself for well in excess of that time, and the glower in her eyes told me she was fueled with pure adrenaline and would do everything in her power to keep the hold going. Her bladder was bulging the lowest of the three, with the rotund shape only seeming to end mere centimeters above her pussy. This suggested that perhaps Nurse Jasmine’s bladder was containing some of the most vicious pressure, as all of that pee weight was bearing down directly on her poor, overworked sphincter. But she was not complaining. She even bade me over to her once she had finished with a patient and let me touch the gargantuan, rock solid mass that was her abdomen (as long as I promised her I would not press down like I had before). “I am feeling strong today – all my training has paid off! Watch, I won’t piss before any of the ladies here!” Jasmine told me confidently. She also told it to me a bit too loudly, as a few of the other nurses overheard. However, with urine tanks full to bursting and on the verge of emptying completely, they were in no position to argue with the Asian bladder goddess, so most of them just rolled their eyes and continued with their business.
I spent a long part of the afternoon strolling the halls of FullHearts Hospital. By the time I returned to my room it was 8 pm. While I had seen astonishing bursting bladders and frantic desperation, the one sight that had eluded me was that of a piss waterfall spraying out from between the legs of any of these paragons of urinary capacity. No one had cracked, no one had broken down, no one had given in, and no one’s bladders had cried out in defeat. I was nearly as desperate to see these women lose control as they were to keep their pee held in. However, I could also feel my adrenaline wearing off, and the truth was that I was still getting over the strain of Flu X that had put me in the hospital in the first place. I knew if I tried to stay up waiting for these powerful women to have an accident, I could very well pass out beforehand and miss the whole show that was to come. And so, I took a calculated risk. Though many of the women I’d seen on my travels seemed to be close to losing all control, I decided to bet on the strength and willpower of the nurses and doctors at FullHearts. My phone had been kept for me conveniently on a counter near my bedside, and I flicked it on and set an alarm for myself. I would sleep until midnight, getting just enough rest to be able to carry on the next day. These iron-bladdered women just had to hold out for 4 more hours, and then the fireworks could commence in earnest. I crossed my fingers, took a breath, and lay down on my bed to get some rest. As I lost consciousness, my last thought was hoping that I’d made the right decision.
My alarm went off promptly at midnight. For a moment I gazed around with tired eyes. A second passed and suddenly I remembered my grand plan. Had I slept too long?? Had I missed the rivers of piss that would surely await me?? I gingerly rose from my bed and left my room. If the tension in the air had been thick before I went to sleep, it was positively overbearing now. Nearly every nurse I saw was walking with slow, halting steps. Most had hands caressing their brimming full bladders. Some were shaking. Some had tears in their eyes. All of them did continue to have that one undeniable thing in common – they were all dry. Not a single bladder had given way to the unheard-of strain that was now being laid upon them. It had been well over a day since the power had gone out at FullHearts Hospital, and longer still since any of these on-duty women had relieved their giant, bursting piss tanks, but somehow their dedication remained up to the task. As I continued to walk the halls, it became apparent that there was not one woman left in the hospital who wasn’t showing significant pain on her face. I even caught a glimpse of Doctor Sarah Gallagher doubling over to contain the massive load of liquid inside her.
And then, finally, I turned a corner, and before my eyes the façade that no doctor or nurse at FullHearts Hospital required a restroom was destroyed. I saw a younger brunette nurse frantically rubbing her thighs together, both hands buried deep in her crotch. She was so desperate that she’d actually put her hands inside her pants to hold right against her vagina. She was moaning, oblivious to the scene she was causing and the stares of fellow nurses and patients. The poor bursting girl reached one single time for the chart she had been poring over, but was stopped by another fierce urge and had no choice but to regrip herself for everything she was worth. She did not reach for the chart again. For five minutes I watched this brunette nurse, a girl who clearly had an abnormally large bladder and ridiculous willpower, fight against the inevitable call of Mother Nature. She did everything possible to contain herself, veins sticking out on her neck, face going red and spotty with the effort, but then the dam burst. Piss spilled through her pants and onto the floor of FullHearts Hospital – the first peeing accident ever suffered by a staff member. Some of the nurses groaned loudly and held themselves as the sound splattered through the hallways. For others, this was too much! All around this one soaking, still-pissing girl, other nurses began to be overwhelmed by their bladders and the echoing sound of piss hitting the tile. Overworked bladders began to burst and soon there were at least ten nurses in a single hallway pissing away. None were doing so intentionally, all of them were trying to hold the flow back with every power they could muster, but it was no use. They had reached their limits hours ago, valiantly pushed themselves to new and greater heights, but now the defeat of one of their number pushed them over the edge. The flood of piss became deafening as so much dark yellow, musky urine was released at once. In spite of themselves, most of the nurses were moaning in pleasure from the relief, and I knew that deep down, beyond all the bravado, this is what they truly wanted – that desperate, frothing relief from their ponderous loads of long-held pee.
I watched the scene unfold in a state of awe, somehow tearing my eyes away briefly from the floods of urine now cascading over the floor to note that there were a few strong ones (mostly doctors) on this level of the hospital who continued to contain themselves despite the unbridled relief that most were experiencing. As the puddles finally reached their maximum and bulging bladders deflated, I quickly made my way down to a different floor of the hospital. Had this event triggered a release of pee from any other members of the staff, I wondered. To my surprise, everyone I encountered on that lower level was still dry, still absolutely busting with piss, and still totally unwilling to let it out. But I was persistent and continued to walk and wait it out. By 1 am, an African-American nurse who couldn’t have yet been out of college succumbed to the mind-numbing, bladder-stretching pressure. Piss hissed out of her like a firehose as she fought and failed to regain control. Again I was struck by just how powerful the girl’s bladder must have been. A girl with a bladder capable of such a gusher had probably never lost control before in her life. But even iron bladders have limits, or so I was finding out. And indeed, the spherical shapes of every woman’s abdomen within 30 feet of this newest wetting girl also flattened. This time there were a few gasps and even a few shrieks as relief was finally felt for the first time in over a day, perhaps two days for some. Only the strongest of the strong were able to keep their floods locked firmly inside as the majority of women gushed piss through their uniforms and onto the cold, sopping floor. Some of the urine was so dark in color from being kept in for so long that it was nearly orange. I was mesmerized by how everything was playing out. Women whom seemed to have bladders that could hold in an ocean were finding themselves at and passed their impressive limits, exploding pee onto the floor, their clothes, and each other without the ability to stop the flow even a second longer.
Again, after many minutes the myriad of pee finally came to an end. Almost unable to contain myself from what I had just witnessed, I left the dripping women to clean themselves up and returned to a different level of the hospital and my room. Just as I reached the door and entered, a woman came in behind me. I turned and saw Nurse Kelsey, bobbing up and down with a hand over her vagina. Her eyes were wide and frantic, and I recalled that this girl hadn’t taken a single piss break in over 49 hours. “Quick! Go into your bathroom! Ineedthetoilet!” she muttered desperately, motioning to the attached bathroom at the far side of my room. I was slightly confused at having been startled by Kelsey, but without hesitation I did as she said and the poor girl hobbled after me. She slammed the door shut behind her and instantly had her pants and panties around her ankles. Standing over the toilet, Nurse Kelsey let the tension leave her wracked, aching body and began to pee an incredible stream into the bowl. For five glorious seconds I watched this sexy nurse with a nearly unmatched bladder capacity gush noisily into my toilet, her slit bare before me, but then she cut the flow and nearly yelled out as it stopped. “Fucking hell, that was hard to cut off!” she yelped, continuing to grasp at her sodden vagina. “What are you doing??” I had to ask her, still unsure at what exactly had just taken place. Kelsey took a few seconds to regain her breath, and her scant bodily control, then answered, “That bitch Chelsea is still holding on! I swear her bladder is made of lead! I can’t let my sis outlast me! But I was about to pop, as you could plainly see! So I just had to let loose a little bit of the pressure, take the edge off, and now I can go on holding. No one will know a thing, because really – look at this bladder bulge! I’m still positively massive! And since I went in here with you, I can just tell any curious inquirer that I was helping you use the toilet. But listen, no one can know! If anyone finds out that I actually took a piss on duty on PURPOSE, I’ll be handed my walking papers. So please, sweetie, zip your lip about this. It’s the only relief I’ll need to take, honest!” Kelsey spoke about as quickly as anyone can say anything at all, but who was I to refuse her such a request? Especially after the show she’d just given me! I nodded my agreement and Nurse Kelsey hastily exited my room to return to her duties.
No sooner had Kelsey left my vision than Nurse Chelsea sprinted into my room, hands firmly clenching her protruding abdomen. “I can’t hold it any longer! Go! Go! Go!” she cried, pointing me in the direction of the corner bathroom. ‘Twins really do think alike…’, I had time to think to myself before Nurse Chelsea nearly shoved me into the tiny room and shut the door behind us. For five seconds I was treated to an unobstructed view of Chelsea’s pissing gash, which differed from Kelsey’s only by having a small piercing over the clitoris. Then Chelsea, like her sister, cut the stream, cursing and punching her thigh as she did. I received a very similar explanation from Chelsea about how that “whore” Kelsey just had a bladder that would stretch and stretch, but Chelsea just “knew” she could beat her after this bit of relief. I decided to play nice and kept Chelsea’s secret just the same as I had kept Kelsey’s, and soon Chelsea was back to her rounds, somehow having also cut off a pee 49 hours in the making to continue on with her job. As Chelsea waltzed out of my room, only relieved in the slightest amount possible, I made another calculated decision. While the entire hospital was currently in shambles, its staff all full on bursting with urine and the majority losing their loads even as I walked to my doorway, I decided to stay within view of my room. Something was telling me I hadn’t seen the last of the twins. They surely hadn’t gotten enough relief with just 5 second jets of piss to last for long. Another partial pee would be needed to keep the rest of the pee at bay, and I wasn’t going to miss another up close and personal show! Over the next hour I witnessed a few more accidents from big bladdered ladies, their overloaded bladders no longer able to take the pounding of so many untold hours of piss any longer. Still, none but the twins had let go intentionally. Every other woman dutifully held on until the bitter end. It really was astonishing to see such a concerted display of willpower from every member of a group this size. I could only imagine the hiring process at FullHearts…
At 2 am, just as I’d suspected, Nurse Chelsea returned to my doorway. “Oh please! I just need a little more! If I can let a little more out I’ll be able to outhold Kelsey by hours, I just know it!” she pleaded, and once more I found my generous side taking over and bade her to come in and use the bathroom. We closed the door and Chelsea nearly ripped her pants from the speed with which she deposited them on the floor. No sooner had Nurse Chelsea turned and sat on the toilet, giving me a lovely view of her bare rump in the process, than there was a sharp knocking on the bathroom door. “Please open up! I can’t keep all this in!” came the cries from the other side of the door. Chelsea had begun her stream, just for a half-second, and cutting it off now was clearly torturing the poor girl. However, I knew just who was calling us, and so I opened the door to reveal Nurse Kelsey, hop-scotching about with her bulbous abdomen cradled in one hand while the other was nestled firmly between her thighs. Her whole body was quivering and she was at wit’s end. “Please…..pee…..” she whispered softly, clearly using every bit of energy she possessed to hold the deluge back for mere seconds longer. Kelsey was concentrating with such vigor to hold her pee that for a few seconds I don’t think she realized I had opened the door. Chelsea had gotten up from the toilet seat and stood over it, legs shaking madly as she fought to appear undisturbed by the mammoth load she was containing while in front of her sister. Kelsey finally paused long enough to look up and take in the sight of Chelsea and me in the bathroom, but she was too desperate to care. Nurse Kelsey fidgeted her way into the bathroom with us, nearly shoving me over in a last ditch effort to reach the toilet. Chelsea, for her part, made no attempt to move from her position, standing directly over the glistening white bowl. Kelsey whimpered and I could see her begin to leak with the toilet in such close proximity. Kelsey came right up to Chelsea and tried to move her to the side, but Chelsea would not budge. Then she noticed Kelsey’s pee dribbling down her legs and suddenly Nurse Chelsea was spurting small bursts of pee into the toilet. With their faces screwed up in agony, both women tried to cut off the stream, clearly tortured by both the white hot need to urinate and the embarrassment of losing control in front of the other sister. Alas, after a monumental effort of perhaps half a minute that brought the trickles to a halt, Kelsey could hold on no longer. 50 hours of pent up piss shot out of her pussy with force. She had her pants at her knees and was trying desperately to arch her back enough to aim the firehose at the toilet below Chelsea’s legs. All this resulted in was splattering Chelsea’s lower half with piss, and that set Chelsea off. Her bladder’s floodgates opened and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Both women were standing with naked legs and vaginas visible, facing each other and letting rip absolute torrents of hot, steaming, 50 hour old piss. Some of it was managing to get into the toilet bowl, but the majority was landing on the bathroom floor and on each other. But the twins were in too much ecstasy from their relief to care, screaming out their joy from the pleasure they now felt. Neither made any attempt to move out of the way of the hard stream coming from the other’s pussy. I watched as two massive bladders deflated right before my eyes, each woman clearly holding liters and at the end her capacity’s limits.
Then a figure burst into the room and began to yell. It was Doctor Sarah Gallagher, clearly coming to investigate the wild noises emanating from my bathroom. “What in God’s name is this?!” Sarah shouted, eyeing the two madly pissing women. Kelsey and Chelsea tried to straighten up and look Sarah in the face, but they were unable to do so. Their bladders still had so much more piss to empty out, and soon the two nurses sank back down into each other and continued to let their pee loose over the toilet. Sarah huffed in a fit of anger, “My goodness! What has happened to this place?? Do none of you have any control??” Sarah turned away from us and towards the door, giving me an exquisite view of her completely gargantuan bladder bulge. She was now holding back 62 hours of piss in that overinflated vessel, but somehow the doctor appeared to be in control of her waters even now. Sarah was constantly clenching and unclenching her fists, and from the low emergency lighting I could see sweat pouring down her face, but she was holding on and doing so better than the rest. Sarah began walking out of the room and was met there by Nurse Amy. There was panic in the nurse’s eyes and she had her legs squeezed as tightly as possible. As she began to speak she double crossed them even harder, “Doctor Gallagher! I heard…..a commotion….What’s….” “Oh good, Nurse Amy! It’s good to see you still as dry as ever! Why, I do believe you’re the only nurse who hasn’t…disgraced herself yet. Only I and some of the other doctors remain,” Sarah greeted her, pleased with the nurse’s efforts. The doctor shot a deadly glance back at the three of us still huddled in our pool of piss in the bathroom, but when she turned back to Amy, the bursting girl muttered, “Yes…..dry….dry….dry…” and then shrieked as she stayed dry no longer. Urine poured through her uniform, soaking it in seconds. Amy squatted down in a bid to regain control, but all it accomplished was making her piss even harder. With willpower that I didn’t know existed, Sarah Gallagher stared Nurse Amy down as she fell to the floor and continued to pee, and the doctor didn’t move a muscle. She was clearly clenching her muscles to their max, but her legs did not cross and her hands stayed at her sides. Sarah Gallagher’s bladder was a stone fortress - that much was certain.
Sarah strode out into the halls, and I finally left my two piss-soaked twins to get a better view of the proceedings. “Can no one here hold in their piss for just a couple of hours??” Sarah shouted into the empty hallways before her. Those halls were filled with chatty, bursting nurses just hours before, but now the nurses had either gone to rest after their release, or they simply sauntered on with their eyes glazed over, still unable to comprehend the failure of their once-iron bladders. “There really isn’t a single nurse in this entire building who can hold it??” Sarah called out again in disgust. Then, from a corner room, a woman hobbled into view and began to walk towards Sarah. I peeked out of my room and saw that it was none other than Nurse Jasmine, looking for all the world about 7 months along in a pregnancy. She took shivering steps, but the nurse was holding strong. “I’m still holding it, Doctor Gallagher, after 53 hours. No release and no relief for me! I wouldn’t….wouldn’t even dream of it!” Nurse Jasmine stated proudly when she came up next to Sarah, though her body language belied just how remarkably desperate she was to let go of her near-endless supply of piss. Rather than excitement at finding the strongest remaining nurse, Sarah replied with indignation, “You??? YOU?!?!? Nurse Jasmine, with all due respect (she said the word with a heavy dose of sarcasm), you seem ready to pop! Why don’t you just do us all a favor and squat down here, open yours legs up nice and wide, and take that piss you’re clearly dying for. Let the real ladies keep their floods back, and you can be dismissed and find a hospital to work in where they don’t mind accident-prone women.” I couldn’t believe Sarah’s tone. Perhaps there was more to this rivalry than I knew… “I’ll show you how a true bladder queen holds it in and continues her work! Make no mistake, I am strong enough to outhold you and I will take pleasure in showing you!” Jasmine fired back, spreading her shaking legs to show off her control. Her knees wilted briefly as a particularly strong bladder spasm wracked her aching body, but the Asian nurse held firm. Sarah simply rolled her eyes and spat back, “We’ll just see about that, girlie…. Now don’t you have patients to attend to?” Sarah stalked away from Nurse Jasmine and met up with the Indian doctor, Rumi, who was coming out of an adjacent room. Rumi was sweating all over and now sported a bladder bulge that rivalled both Jasmine’s and Sarah’s, but it was quite evident the toll it was taking on her to contain it. “You’ve been holding it for what, 60 hours? Isn’t that right, doctor?” Sarah asked her, emphasizing the word ‘doctor’ to make it clear what she thought of Jasmine’s status as a nurse. Rumi nodded her head a bit too quickly, as if all her power was being used elsewhere and she had no more left to move her head at an even pace, but she did sputter out, “Yes….yes Sarah….of course….60 hours and I haven’t peed….ohhhhhh….peed a drop!” Sarah turned back to Nurse Jasmine, “See Nursey, don’t give me that ‘53 hours’ crap! Real women hold it for 60 hours and then keep waiting! Let’s go, Rumi…” Sarah walked off with Rumi struggling after her. Jasmine, now left alone, noticed me for the first time and realized I had watched the entire last few minutes unfold. “Pay her no mind. I told you, I’ve been training up for a day like this…..I just hope my bladder of steel doesn’t let me down. It’s really hurting down there!” Jasmine admitted to me, before she too left to continue her rounds.
Over the next few hours, I witnessed all of the other doctors, the strongest of the strong with the largest bladders in the entire hospital, give in and piss, one by one. Each flood was more tantalizing than the last, and it was crazy to watch the reactions of these women. I doubted some of them had even felt troubled by their bladders ever in their lives before this power outage, and yet they all eventually stood in the middle of giant, sweeping puddles, their exhausted bladders finally giving up the fight after hours and days without a single drop escaping. By 9 am, the only women who remained dry were Rumi, Jasmine, and Sarah Gallagher herself. They all seemed about to crack. Jasmine was taking shuddering breaths while rubbing her agonized abdomen, tears forming in her eyes and running down her face. “60 hours….60 hours….60 hours…” she repeated to herself whenever she had breath to spare. Rumi had given up all semblance of outward control and was pee dancing wildly, scissoring her legs and squatting down at all times. She was still, despite it all, trying to move from patient to patient, but the wait of 67 hours had rendered her strong bladder control nearly useless. Sarah Gallagher was filled to her max. She was nearly like a balloon about to pop. I was seriously worried that if someone so much as touched her, the suffering woman would rupture and piss would fly everywhere. She was red-faced and oozing sweat. She would even puff out her cheeks now and again from the effort of holding, completing the balloon look. Still, after 69 long hours, this was to be expected. All three women had far surpassed any limits they thought they had. Driven by such a maniacal will to hold, I knew the only way these women would piss was if they reached total muscle failure. All three were certainly close, teetering on the edge of explosion and then convincing their bodies to contain the load for seconds longer before repeating the process, again and again, over and over. Then all three women found themselves walking towards the same patient together. Luck would have it that all of their pathways converged after all this time. Jasmine and Sarah took big breaths and somehow managed to stand straight up and walk, a stiff walk, but otherwise a walk that appeared fairly normal. Their bladders stuck straight out of their bodies and almost seemed fake, like an implant tacked on to an already perfect breast. Rumi watched the two of them do this, then tried to follow suit, arching her back and removing her hands from her quivering vagina. She succeeded for perhaps 3 or 4 seconds, and then Rumi’s thick, tender legs shook harder than they had all morning. The Indian doctor gasped and yelled out, her hands flying back to her rebelling crotch, but it was too late. Piss sprayed from Rumi like a tap on full blast. No amount of muscle strength could keep it back, and despite Rumi’s incredible efforts to regain control, she did not so much as put a dent in the flood that was erupting from her nether regions. Jasmine and Sarah immediately stopped walking and had to put their full energy, everything they had left, into retaining their own waters in the face of Rumi’s bursting defeat. The two stood stock still as fresh urine pooled at their feet, both women refusing to budge and use their hands to hold, relying on aching sphincters and pure desire only. This contest of wills was surely madness. I couldn’t tell how either one of them lasted without bursting, but their ponderous loads of urine remained firmly trapped inside their iron-strong holding tanks. After what seemed like hours, Rumi’s waterfall ran out, and no new waterfall joined it. With a sneer and a nod, Sarah Gallagher clenched up and managed to walk passed the shivering Jasmine to continue her rounds. She spared Rumi only the smallest of glances, her fellow doctor clearly having lost her respect now that her bladder had proven to have a finite capacity. When Sarah was out of sight, I saw Jasmine fight for half a minute to keep from grabbing her crotch. The urgency in her body increased by leaps and bounds without her rival staring her down, and eventually Jasmine had no choice but to bend double and clutch between her strong thighs. I knew that soon neither woman would be able to remain dry, iron bladders or not.
Sure enough, as the clock continued to tick, both Sarah and Jasmine’s ability to hold began to break down. I caught Sarah furiously rubbing herself in an empty room in a last ditch effort to keep her pee shut in. No sooner had she waved me out of the room than I witnessed Jasmine leaning against a desk with her hands rooted firmly to her thighs. Her eyes were closed and she was softly telling herself, “Press it in…press it in…don’t let it out…” while her damp, sweaty hair clung to her face. Both women had pushed themselves passed any and all normal standards of holding capacity, and now both were left with nothing but obscene bladder bulges and scraps of fading willpower. Their bladders were like concrete, every second pushing and prodding against their totally tapped out sphincters, the pressure-filled orbs of urine asking – no, demanding- release from their prisons. I knew for a fact that neither woman could take any more punishment and pain without unleashing gallons of piss throughout the entire hospital, and yet each minute passed with both women proving me wrong. They took the unimaginable strain and held against it, their bodies on the verge of explosion, their minds doing everything possible not to waver from that one singular thought – hold it in!
At 11 am the two women once again found themselves staring at each other face to face. It was patently obvious that the battle was about to be over. Both women were completely covered in sweat, their eyes were wide from the hurting piss inside them. Their loads of urine were screaming for exit, and neither woman’s bladder was in any shape to resist it longer. Sarah and Jasmine went eye to eye as they struggled, willpower fading into nothingness, hands now planted on their vaginas, their heavy stores of piss now right on the precipice of total eruption. “A….a nurse….nurse like you…can’t…compete with a….doctor…like…me!” Sarah spat out between nervous breaths, her voice even cracking from the effort she was putting forth. Jasmine was so close to exploding that she couldn’t even respond. She simply whimpered, maintained eye contact with Sarah briefly, and then lowered her head to put her last vestiges of concentration into refusing to let her torturous piss exit her quivering body. “71…71 hours I’ve held this in….nearly three full days! I’ve never…held it in for…three days before…” Sarah continued, saying the words as much in awe to herself as she was bragging to the suffering nurse. For a few seconds, I thought Jasmine would still be unable to respond, but then the girl lifted her head, stared back into Sarah’s eyes, and whispered, “And you won’t…..” Sarah Gallagher’s eyes nearly bugged out of her head. “How dare you! You insolent nurse! Telling me, Doctor Sarah Gallagher, that I can’t hold back a simple bodily function like peeing! I’ve got the biggest bladder in this hospital! I’ve got the strongest bladder FullHearts has ever seen! I’ve outlasted them all! You’re….you’re…..” Sarah ranted at the nurse, searching for the final word to nail down her insult. At that moment her indescribable bladder suffered a scintillating wave of urgency and cramped up harder than it ever had before. The pressure doubled, then doubled again, until it far worse than any woman could hope to withstand. Doctor Gallagher’s exhausted bladder was in full rebellion and was determined to blow out her overload of piss this very instant. Sarah yelled out as the pressure hit her, hands wrapped over her bursting pussy, but when she clenched her sphincter as she had done so many thousands of times before in these last three days, the doctor found that no strength remained. Sarah Gallagher had finally hit her maximum limit. “You’re right! I can’t hold it!” Sarah howled in desperation as a torrent of dark yellow piss exploded forth from her clenching bladder. The beautiful bulbous orb began to flatten as Sarah gushed onto the floor, her iron bladder now no better than all the rest after 71 hours of torment. After a few seconds of grasping for control, the ailing doctor slumped down, defeated at last. She had put forth so much effort to contain herself this long that she simply had nothing left, lying on the hospital floor as piss sprayed in every direction from her spewing vagina.
Jasmine lost all composure when Sarah began flooding the hospital with her liters and liters of angry urine, but even when her pee dancing was at its zenith, the nurse refused to lose control of her 62 hour bladder. After nearly ten minutes, Sarah’s bladder finally ran dry. Well in excess of a gallon of pee was covering the floor between them. Then, without warning, the overhead lights began to flicker. Soon they started shining brightly. All across the hospital, light was restored and machines that had been put in standby mode whirred to life. The power had returned to FullHearts Hospital, and just in time for Nurse Jasmine. With halting steps, the desperate girl began to make her way towards the hospital’s exit. But Sarah Gallagher had regained her senses. “Where do you think you’re going, nursey?” She called to Jasmine, sitting up with anger and annoyance showing on her face. “Don’t think that you’ve proven yourself to be the best among us quite yet! You know damn well that I was holding in 9 more hours of piss than you! And I don’t think your shift is scheduled to end…until you can match it! We’ll see who the bladder queen of FullHearts really is, sweetie!” Jasmine visibly shuddered as a chill ran up her spine at the thought of holding an additional 9 hours. I was sure she’d give in right then and there and release her load, but somehow the Filipino nurse reached down into her endless reserves of willpower and summoned the effort to nod curtly. Jasmine continued walking, but she went right passed the exit doors and turned only when she reached her next patient’s room.
Jasmine would have to hold until 8 pm to match Sarah’s record of 71 hours, and I knew it was going to be a tall, nigh impossible test, even for someone as strong and resilient as Jasmine. Her bladder was overloaded, totally swollen to the brim with steaming piss, and now she was being asked to bear down and contain it for a further 9 hours. I didn’t see how she could accomplish the feat. It seemed even Jasmine’s toes were curling in desperation! I knew she had to go, and bad! I watched her hobble with aching steps from room to room and realized that ‘bad’ didn’t even begin to cover how urgently Jasmine needed a relief. Somehow, the piss stayed in. By noon, Sarah and the rest of the doctors and nurses had started to undertake the monumental task of cleaning up the piss-ridden hospital. They also spared no time in launching insults and snide comments at Jasmine. I was sure that some of the nicer nurses were only doing so to come off well to Sarah, but the egos of these bladder queens couldn’t stand the fact that one of them remained dry and holding. When she was in between the ever-increasing waves of urgency, Jasmine would lob an insult right back, but otherwise she let her actions (or rather, the inaction of her frothing piss) do the talking. As the early afternoon rolled around, I began to think that Nurse Jasmine might just make it. Sure, she seemed dead tired, and her legs were now double crossed at all times, but she’d made it this far. Her mammoth bladder was bulging larger than ever, larger even than Sarah Gallagher’s was at its peak, and the force bearing down on her drained and aching sphincter had to be astronomical. I could sense that Sarah was thinking similar thoughts, because within a few minutes she had thrust a bottle of water into Jasmine’s hand with the command to “Drink, bitch!”. The bottle completed, a second one replaced it with a similar command from the doctor. On it went, with Sarah making sure to keep Jasmine pumped up with liquids, at least an extra liter every hour.
For a few hours, Jasmine seemed able to stand the additional pressure. But gradually I saw her coming to her final limits. The piss would win in the end, as it always did. By 5 pm, Jasmine’s pee dancing was absolutely frantic, and by 6 pm I was sure her tired, swollen bladder would simply detonate before any more pee could be forced into it. Her bulge was obscene, her top completely unable to hide the rounded midsection. Her skin was stretched and white, and the poor nurse seemed primed to pop. The other nurses and doctors were even making pregnancy jokes at Jasmine’s expense, and all the while Sarah kept forcing more bottles of water into the Asian’s hands. “Come on, show me how strong that nurse’s bladder of yours really is! Come on, drink another one! Don’t piss it out, now! You have to hold!” Sarah taunted her as Jasmine downed yet another bottle. As the clock struck 7 pm, 70 hours into Nurse Jasmine’s incredible hold, I saw her piss urgency take a turn for the worse. She was now far passed desperation. It seemed a piss was becoming simply necessary. There was no room left in her body to contain another milliliter of urine, but her kidneys continued to pump it into her. It simply had to come out. Jasmine’s adrenaline had faded long ago, her will was in tatters, and only her muscle strength remained, but even that was on its last legs. No matter what, there is one constant for every woman, regardless of how strong they become and long they train themselves to put off the urge – every woman has to piss. Jasmine began to tremble, and I saw Sarah’s eyes glitter as she was assured of her victory. Jasmine’s trembling turned into full-body shakes as her body revolted against itself, trying to force Jasmine to blow out all her liters upon liters of torturous piss, to end this hold once and for all. Jasmine was at her wit’s end and began stamping her feet. Her hands were concreted to her most intimate parts. Her bladder began cramping violently in the face of such terrible waves of urgency. The waves all rolled together into one constant surge. Jasmine’s iron bladder squeezed for all it was worth. Pressure this high was enough to break any bladder…
…except Jasmine’s. Sarah Gallagher began to howl with rage as Jasmine trembled and shook and quivered…and held on. The girl would not be defeated, not on this day. Jasmine’s interminable desperation did not cease, the waves came harder and stronger still, but Jasmine’s pee stayed locked away in her iron tankard of a bladder. Time continued to pass and finally it was 8 pm. Jasmine was free! Sarah could do nothing but shoot the Asian nurse one final look of contempt, and then Nurse Jasmine was safely out of FullHearts Hospital, walking with something resembling poise, which was an incredible feat for someone holding 71 hours of boiling urine. Without hesitation, I followed. Watching the ever-increasing desperation of everyone in FullHearts Hospital had given me a great boost, and I could safely say I was on the road to recovery and no longer needed to be there. I watched as Jasmine walked through the parking lot and found her car. She went to open the door…but nothing happened. Jasmine tried again, pulling harder, but got the same result. The door was jammed. Suddenly the total desperation came rushing back to the Filipino woman. She began clutching at herself and pacing back and forth, her desperation to let out her piss reaching uncontrollable levels. I watched in awe, waiting for the one explosion of pee that I hadn’t yet seen. Jasmine was unable to concentrate, unable to formulate any plan that did not involve opening her car door, and the door would not budge. Then I realized something else – I didn’t want to see this. I couldn’t bear the thought of Nurse Jasmine holding in her pee against all odds for so long in the hospital, outholding Sarah, only to lose her piss like any other girl in the parking lot. A true bladder queen like Jasmine deserved a toilet.
And so I went to her. I turned her around, and the girl was so desperate she did not recognize me for the first moment. Then I bade her to follow me to my car. Jasmine made it to my car, but only because I put an arm under her and nearly carried her there. She could focus on nothing else but the burning desire to release her pee. I asked for directions to her flat, and she was able to mutter and point as I was on the road. We motored along at surely illegal speeds, but it was all in the name of glorious, relieving pee! Jasmine was hunched over the passenger seat, holding her belly and massaging between her legs while I offered words of encouragement. With luck, we reached her apartment and still Jasmine remained dry. Again, I helped her up the steps to her third floor place. She jiggled the key frantically for a few moments, but finally the door opened. Jasmine sped to the toilet with everything she had, but as I followed her into her apartment I did not hear the pent up spray I expected. Instead, I turned a corner and saw Jasmine, standing frozen in front of her open bathroom door and staring. There was a clock just above the door, and it read 8:30 pm. Jasmine was licking her lips, staring at her own personal toilet with an almost unfathomable lust. But she did not go in. “Three days…..” she said softly. The implication was clear. Just one half of an hour separated Jasmine from the hallowed three day mark. She would not pee before then. She would force herself to contain the overload a little longer. Then Jasmine turned to me and her face registered shock for a brief second. She had been so lost in her trance for the toilet that it was as if she had forgotten I’d brought her to her apartment. But then the memory flooded back to her, and Jasmine gave herself one more squeeze between her legs before walking back towards the kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” she asked me in a hoarse voice, the interminable strain of the day taking clear effect. Her footsteps were slow and stiff, her back was bent forward in an effort to give her bladder more room to cope with its hurting load of urine, but I allowed my host to brew and even pour out two cups of tea. We sat on her sofa and drank. I did not bother talking. All of Jasmine’s energy was focused on the clock. It was her ultimate tormentor, even moreso than her bulging bladder. The clock determined her fate. The clock determined when she could pee, and Jasmine had no choice but to hold back her impending flow just a little longer until the clock granted her permission.
I swear Jasmine began to see stars as 9 pm approached. Her sphincter, rock solid only some hours before, was verging on total collapse every second. I saw her taking sharp breaths and kegeling as often as she could. Her hands stayed flatly on her trembling thighs for this final test, much to my amazement. Her bladder was swollen out and seemed to be vibrating, such was her need. The absolute urgency to urinate was driving Nurse Jasmine mad. I could see it in her face. Her thighs clenched and scissored, then scissored again. Soon her legs were in constant motion, even as she sat. Again the waves of piss need began to double and triple the pressure she felt pressing down on her aching sphincter. Her bladder began to pulse as it desperately tried to rid itself of its overload. She began to moan over and over, a low hum that gradually turned higher in pitch as her bladder’s capacity and ability to hold reached critical, impossible levels. This was Jasmine’s last power, I was certain. We had finally arrived at the bladder queen’s breaking point. And then the clock struck 9! Jasmine leapt off the sofa and flew to the bathroom. She had not seated herself on a toilet for 3 long, arduous days, and now both her bladder’s limits, and the limits of her masochism, had been reached. Jasmine pulled off her pants and threw down her panties in record time and sat down on the toilet…on her toilet. I followed as quickly as I could. I was sure that after all we’d been through in the last 3 days, she would not mind some company. And she did not, as Jasmine managed to look at me and offer one final small smile before the piss shot out of her. From the mammoth size of her bulge, I was sure Jasmine was holding at least a gallon and a half of hot, stinking piss in her overworked bladder, and now it all tried to get out of her at once. Her stream was like a downpour as it hissed wantonly into the bowl below her. Jasmine’s face, finally, showed comfort and relief. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to feel as relieved as she surely felt letting out 72 hours, 3 full days, worth of pee all at once. Her stream did not sputter – it continued on unabated for minutes on end. I didn’t think her bladder would ever deflate, but finally her midsection began to appear flat and toned. Then the splatter of piss came to a halt. Jasmine did not drip dry. Her load of piss was forced out with such fury that she was peeing full bore one moment and was empty the next. It was an incredible sight and still more proof of the awesome urgency she was holding back for so many hours. With her telling smirk back on her face, Jasmine rose from the toilet, gave me a small kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. “Thanks hun. Whew, I really needed that! Come back any time…” she told me playfully as I exited her apartment. I left and drove myself home in a daze. The last three days had gone by in a flash, but I knew I would never forget my stay at FullHearts Hospital. Perhaps it wasn’t too bad getting sick after all… |
A/N: This is currently (as of posting this topic) my latest offering to AO3 in the vein of Ace Attorney omorashi. I think it's a bit more kinky than my other one... but I'm still pretty vanilla overall. What can ya do?
Oh, also, forgot to mention on first posting: The Latin phrase in camera is a legal term that literally means "in the chamber" and refers to sensitive information-- particularly personal identifying information-- that isn't meant to be viewed outside the chambers or the attorneys presenting said information.
Phoenix Wright knew a lot about his boyfriend-cum-rival.
He liked to think he did, anyway. They’d been through so much together, after all. Changed each other’s lives—Hell, even saved them on occasion. That had to count for something. He’d emerged from all their trials together knowing all kinds of things that L.A.’s foremost Chief Prosecutor would never begin to let on: That he was the biggest dork in existence (though, to be fair, only said Prosecutor thought that that was still a secret,) that he was prone to sleeping with the lights on; that he’d never be absolutely confident in himself, no matter what he said or achieved. Phoenix was glad to know all these things. Is it cheesy to say that he was “honored” to know? Well, he was. He was honored to know that he was trusted with the knowledge of so many little things that composed Miles Edgeworth.
Phoenix was absolutely honored. Delighted. Totally stoked, even, to feel that he was trusted implicitly by Miles, a man who had distrusted people his whole life—often with good reason. But there were sometimes things, little, human things about the man that he couldn’t take. Stubbornness and self-righteousness... and the things Miles did because of them.
Take this example: Just a few months into a fledgling romantic relationship, and Phoenix had taken it upon himself to suggest fun things for the pair to do together. The movies were his favorite. He and Miles both seemed to enjoy themselves, despite the discrepancies in their tastes. Almost without fail, one of them would end up enjoying the film, and the other would be filled to bursting with snarky commentary by its end.
Of course, Phoenix was always bursting with other things by the time two hours and a large soda were finished, so it was another staple of theirs to rush over to the dilapidated restrooms afterwards. Miles would follow Phoenix dutifully as far as the door, but not without smirking that sardonic smirk of his. Once Miles had even asked his companion—laughingly, but still—if he were really so much of a child that he couldn’t wait until he got home. When Phoenix emerged from the room again, and the smirk hadn’t shifted, he hurried to defend himself.
“Just because you don’t... what’s the big problem with it, anyway?” Miles tsk-ed at him. Phoenix couldn’t be sure if Miles really disapproved or if he’d simply remembered the time Phoenix had let slip how much he admired the moue of his lips when he made the sound.
“It’s unsanitary, for a start. And I was under the impression that adults should be able to control themselves. What’s more, it’s practically an exhibitionist—”
“Wait,” Phoenix interrupted, holding back a lungful of laughs, “you think using a public bathroom is exhibitionist?”
The scowl and the glare and the red that had crept into Miles’ face were almost enough to chasten Phoenix. Almost. He was still giggling as he followed his delightfully hardass partner, who had swept past him and out the theater door. When they made it across the parking lot to the shining cherry-red sports car, Miles allowed Phoenix to climb into the passenger seat beside him, but disapproval was still radiating off of him in waves. Phoenix attempted to make it up to him with a moue of his own.
“I’m sorry,” he wasn’t sure how honest he could sound with a breathless giggle tickling the back of his throat, but he did his best. “But... you’re the only one who thinks that way about public bathrooms, you know. It’s kind of crazy. I mean, I know you never have to piss like the rest of us mere mortals, but—”
“Let’s go.”
The words and the car’s acceleration from the parking lot were sharp and fast. Phoenix didn’t really know what to say for the rest of the trip—he’d never really learned how to bandage his boyfriend’s broken pride, after all—so he just watched the scenery as it went by, and said boyfriend, when the mood struck him.
It was this watching that made Phoenix really begin to doubt his parking lot assessment. If it had been anyone else, he’d have said that he was sure that they needed the bathroom. But Phoenix had watched Miles and wondered in the past. They’d shared wine with dinner, drinks at the theater, and—at his urging—slushies at the local convenience store, all several times, and never once had Miles excused himself for the facilities. By that time, he supposed, Phoenix had really begun to believe that he just didn’t. That maybe, by sheer determination and unwillingness to do the “unseemly,” his boyfriend could force his body to reabsorb all the extra liquid it took in.
So, even at that moment, when the great Chief Prosecutor squirmed and flexed his hands on the steering wheel, Phoenix wasn’t sure. He suspected, but he wasn’t sure. Not even when they stopped at his apartment, and he decided to turn around for a last word, only to find that Miles had openly crossed his legs.
“Uh... do you want to come in, or...?”
“No.”
With that, Miles tore off into the night. Phoenix supposed he should have been upset, but the giggles took over again instead as a thought bubbled up to the surface of his brain.
I wonder if that’s why Miles is always speeding.
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Such thoughts didn’t want to leave Phoenix alone after that night. Every time he and Miles met, he had to wonder if this would be the day that he’d finally learn the secret; if this would be the time he would be entrusted with another one of the hundreds of disjointed pieces that made up the love of his life. But it was a long time coming. After the movie escapade, Miles seemed even less-inclined to drink anything at all when they were together. He’d also stopped smirking at Phoenix’s weak bladder, which was kind of nice, but also so unlike him that Phoenix began to get a little worried.
Eventually, the thoughts simply evaporated from Phoenix’s mind. More important things—number one: trying to navigate his relationship with Miles past kisses, cuddling and general smart-assery—took their place, and he let that odd little fascination go the way of a certain detective’s salary.
Until one day, that is.
Phoenix had arrived in the Prosecutors’ Office just before noon, thinking to surprise his companion with a lunchtime visit. Miles’ secretary had been kind enough to let him in with a knowing smile and a promise to let Mr. Edgeworth know that he’d arrived the moment the prosecutors’ conference broke. It was a big deal, evidently, and the prosecutors attending couldn't possibly be disturbed for anything less than mortal news. Having spied the blue-and-red chess set standing in a corner of the obscenely large room, Phoenix decided to await Miles there (with the pretense of improving his game, but really to see if he could find any indication of who had crafted those spikey-headed pawns.)
The defense attorney had been waiting for a solid half hour when he heard his boyfriend’s voice from the hallway—but it wasn’t pretty. Where were the deep, assured tones that he was used to hearing when Miles was on the job? Not there, certainly. They had been replaced by the same clipped rushing through words that Phoenix was only ever treated to when Miles was deeply upset or deeply pissed off. The voice approached the door in a rush, too. When its owner entered the room, he practically dashed in, frock coat swirling around his knees, as he decided at the last moment to throw a parting word to the people clamoring outside.
“A moment—just a moment. This matter incorporates some very sensitive information. Sola in camera. Do you understand? I will report back to you within the next ten minutes. Now, please!”
He shut the door behind him, against a few overlapping voices, and the lock might have turned. Phoenix wasn’t sure, what with the light wheezing and the quick, heavy footsteps across the marble floor filling the room. Miles seemed not to have sensed his boyfriend’s presence, but Phoenix felt no particular need to make himself known. Miles was so… oddly focused. He paused when he made it to the drawers in front of his massive window, and wrenched half of the curtain closed; there, he seemed to stop, just for a moment, before leaning down with a quiet groan and drawing something out of the bottom-most drawer.
That was precisely what Phoenix saw come out of the drawer: “Something.” He couldn’t figure out what it was. The thing was similar to objects he’d seen in the past, but didn’t seem to be any one of them: It was like a kind of porcelain bowl, squatter than a vase, with handles and a muted floral pattern and a gleaming gilded rim, and it was cradled between his boyfriend’s noticeably trembling hands. Miles sighed as he touched the thing, again as he set it on the floor in front of him, and—last and loudest—a third time as he undid his belt and his buttons and began pissing into it. Violently, at that.
Now, Phoenix could never be sure what made him laugh. It could’ve been nerves, or actual, bewildered amusement, or the laugh of the insane. But laugh he did, once. Loudly enough for him to slap a hand over his mouth and for the deluge sounding through the room to come to an abrupt halt.
“What?!” Miles snapped, and glared frantically around. Comically, Phoenix thought, but he managed to swallow another laugh. Miles didn’t turn around, or even move to close up his pants, though—Phoenix could tell by the way he held his arm in front of him. “What... who’s there?!”
“It’s just me, you big dork,” Phoenix said, amiably, he thought, but Miles didn’t smile, so he pressed a little further. “So this is what they mean by ‘in camera,’ eh? And here I thought it had something to do with Social Security numbers.”
The prosecutor had been emitting a low, constant, groaning kind of noise since his partner had started speaking, and shifted wildly on his heels. Phoenix had barely finished his thought when he cut in:
“Wright. You’ve got to go. Now.”
“Aww, when did I become ‘Wright’ again?” Phoenix moped. “Besides, it’s clearly you who’s ‘got to go.’”
Phoenix thought he was clever. Miles seemed to think he was the most infuriating thing ever dreamt up by creation. The free hand raking through his hair clearly spoke to that.
“Please, Phoenix... now... I... I really can’t....” Every syllable seemed to take its own Herculean effort to be voiced. “I cannot... wait... much longer... d-don’t come any closer!”
The defense attorney had decided to stand, and had already taken a few steps when Miles ordered him to stop. He didn’t, though. He took a few more steps and planted himself a few feet behind his partner and fixed his gaze on the tense, rosy line of his neck where it emerged from his collar.
“Miles,” he said, careful as the prosecutor’s fingers had been on that gilded china, “this is ridiculous.”
“I’m... plainly aware of that.” Phoenix could feel the shame hissing through his boyfriend’s gritted teeth. “N-now... if you could just... save the rest of your laughs for later....”
“It’s not this... thing,” Phoenix went on, waggling his hand at the “thing” in question. (An old vase? A weird teapot? What?) “I mean... it’s ridiculous that you won’t just go.”
“I... I can’t. Not with someone else here....”
“Can too!”
Miles shifted again, and sighed, hard and deep in his chest, and spoke to the ceiling, “N-no... I can’t. I’ve never been able to.... Not—”
“‘Since you were a child’?” Phoenix supplied, and took another step closer. He barely heard his boyfriend take in a sharp breath through his nose. “We’ve overcome enough of your childhood issues to deal with this, don’t you think?” Miles spluttered indignantly, and, sensing what he would say, Phoenix interrupted him before he could speak. “Is it a little weird? Yeah, maybe. But it’s not ‘indecent.’ It’s not ‘unseemly.’ Everyone pisses.” Another splutter, this time with an air of derision. “What would you prefer I said? ‘Pees?’ ‘Micturates?’”
“Nghh... I’d p-prefer that you... said... nothing.”
“Just do it. Come on, Miles, you’re going to hurt yourself this way!”
“You’re the one hurting me b-by... staying here....” He gasped suddenly, and Phoenix heard the barest tinkle of a stream against waiting porcelain. Taking this as a good sign, he rested his hand on one of the taut shoulders in front of him.
“It’s just me. The guy who’s certifiably head-over-heels for you. And I don’t care. I won’t smirk at you when you’re done, you won’t hear me mentioning this to anyone, and everything will be fine.”
“I can’t, I really... c-can’t....” Miles’ voice wavered between a word and a whine; his shoulder shook a little, and Phoenix leaned forward to whisper into his ear.
“You can. Come on... I want you to.” Phoenix grasped his boyfriend’s other shoulder, and resisted the curious impulse to look down at Miles’ occupied hand. He looked sideways at his face, instead, with its bitten red lips, eyelids pressed tight together, and the black-framed glasses that had fallen halfway down its dignified nose. “No one’s going to be upset with you, least of all me. Come on... you’ll feel so much better....”
For once, it appeared that Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth agreed on something. Miles said nothing, of course, but he seemed to physically acquiesce. He leaned back into the supportive hands just a little, and looked up at the ceiling, and the flood resumed before Phoenix knew what was happening. It was slow, barely trickling against the porcelain at first, but soon transformed into a steady stream singing weirdly from the inside of the vessel. But if there was any music to be had in that moment, it was in Miles’ voice, sighing once more, and whispering something soft and exhausted—maybe “God” or “Gott.” His eyes closed again, gently this time, and a hard shudder passed between his shoulder blades, and Phoenix would have bet real money that his partner would have moaned had he not been there.
It was, as he’d said, totally fine... at first. But as they approached the thirty second mark, Phoenix couldn’t help but feel that it was taking far too long, and, despite all his assurances, he couldn’t bear all this silence but for the piss and the porcelain. He had to break in with something.
“So... what brought this on?” Phoenix was gifted with a smile. A mere twitch of the corner of the mouth, yes, but a smile nonetheless.
“A headache... a pot of green Darjeeling... and altogether too many people.”
When Miles finally finished and put his clothes to rights, Phoenix was unsurprised to see the shame that threatened to overtake his boyfriend’s entire frame. It was clear in his downcast eyes and the nervous hand fumbling for the little bottle of hand sanitizer in his jacket pocket.
“Phoenix—”
“Don’t even worry about it. I get it. It’s okay.” Phoenix smiled. He leaned forward for a quick peck on the lips, and Miles managed to look a little less sick. “But... I did have one other question....”
“Wh-what?”
“What do you call that... thing?”
Miles’ eyes fell again, and he muttered something to his shoulder. “Chamber-” something....
“Wait, what?”
“It’s a... chamber pot.” Another laugh shot out of Phoenix, and another glare out of Miles.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but... ‘chamber pot’? Really? Only you, my dear, darling dork. Only you, ‘sola in camera’....”
Slowly, a real smile bloomed over Phoenix’s favorite face.
“Yes,” Miles murmured, “appropriate, is it not?”
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Moaning Moses
Moses refreshed him emails yet again almost crying with relief to see what he had been waiting for: In the midst of a global epidemic his home country were coming to his rescue. He had a place on the final repatriation flight to Manchester and he was flying that night.
Moses read and reread the email, his small case already packed in preparation. He’d been over on an extended break visiting his cousin and supporting him in setting up his new business but when the town, then city then pretty much the whole of Greece became engulfed in the outbreak of SD1 Moses had started to panic that he’d never get home. Hundreds were ill and thousands being tested daily and Moses didn’t want to be among them.
Nervous, but grateful, his only way to get to the airport that night was taxi as public transport had been halted in a bid to contain the spread of the virus. The airport felt eerily quiet with just one flight leaving and the only staff wearing masks and gloves. In addition every passenger had their temperature taken and their blood pressure and heart rate noted before being approved to board. Finally Moses was shown to his window seat for the five hour flight to the U.K. He safely stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and had just closed it over when he was joined by a couple and their young baby who occupied the seats beside him.
With no other flights landing or taking off the special government paid flight was taxiing down the run way and taking off in no time at all. Moses made himself comfortable and was grateful for the on board refreshments accepting a cup of tea then a bottle of water and a oat bar before dosing to sleep.
A couple of hours later Moses woke feeling a twinge in his bladder. The seatbelt light was off though he still had his on and he decided he’d head to the toilet. The plane lights had been dimmed but even in the low lighting Moses quickly made out that the couple beside him were both sleeping with the young baby asleep in the mother’s arms. Moses stood up as much as he could but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to squeeze past without waking all three. He wasn’t desperate so decided to wait and see if they woke soon. In the meantime he tried dosing again and looking out the window.
Three hours into the flight and both passengers bedside him were in a deep sleep, snoring and open mouthed beside him. Moses crossed his legs and shifted in his seat, his bladder more persistent in its pressure now. By his calculations there was just an hour and a half left of the flight so surely they would wake soon and as long as he could go before landing he should be ok. He hoped so anyway. At least with both of the couple asleep and the lights dimmed no-one could see him giving himself a squeeze and a longer hold now and again. Still he tried to take his mind off things and opened his phone to play a game for a while and listen to some music.
Moses couldn’t fully relax though as time continued on and he remained stuffed by the window with no way out. Several times he thought about waking the couple beside him and had they not had a young baby he probably would have. He was uncomfortable and could feel his bladder hard against his waistband. Checking no-one could see he unclipped his trousers and gave himself yet another squeeze. This was turning out to be one of the longest flights he’d ever been on.
Moses shuffled in his seat unable to sit in one position for long. He really needed to relieve his bladder and in all his moving he accidentally stirred the baby sleeping in his mother’s arms beside him. The baby began kicking and whining waking its mum and although embarrassed about waking them Moses at last thought he might get to use the toilet. Alas an announcement from the captain and the seatbelt lights coming on prevented him yet again.
As the plane was beginning it’s decent low cloud was causing some turbulence and as a precaution the captain was asking passengers to remain seated with the seat belts fastened until they landed safely in Manchester. On arrival, he reminded them, they would be escorted through the airport by staff and into awaiting coaches where they would be taken to university accommodation which was being used as isolation accommodation for their 14 days isolation to prevent for their spread of the SD1 virus under health guidelines issued by the government.
Moses sighed audibly and noticed both of the couple now look at him as the announcement had woken them up. With his hands resting over the top of his crossed leg Moses didn’t feel able to say what was wrong and instead muttered something about needing to stretch his legs. The male smiled back and replied that they would be landing soon and they too would be glad to have room to move, especially with a baby.
Moses wanted to cry as he turned and looked out the small plane window. His bladder throbbed for release and he bounced his knee trying to distract both his mind and body. He was warm from the effort of holding and stressed at yet another hold up. At least the plane was coming in to land and he hoped he could hold off pissing at least until he was in the airport. He had to go so so badly he rubbed his aching bladder and shifted again in his seat.
Finally Moses could see the tops of houses, tress and tiny cars. He just needed to tighten his muscles a little bit more and he would get to pee soon. Just the thought sent another wave and Moses had to lean forward and press a hand between his legs to prevent himself from spurting. Moses bit his lip and clenched his teeth whilst continuing to hold himself. He turned his body to face the window and slip his hand inside his open trousers, rubbing his aching penis and squirming in his seat.
‘You ok there?’
‘Emmm. Yeah. Sort of. Cramp...’
‘Nearly landing now.’
Moses wasn’t sure he’d make it. He was positively bursting for the toilet and had been holding off for hours. This was starting to hurt but with little choice but to hold he squirmed more as another wave surged through his body. The houses were bigger now, as were trees and vehicles and even roads.
Landing at last.
Moses suddenly realised he still had his trousers undone so he did his best to hook them back up. He breathed in and shuffled in his seat but it was no good, his bladder was far too enlarged for his trousers to close. He pulled his shirt out instead, hoping his trousers would at least stay up as he disembarked the plane.
Finally the wheels of the plane pulled down and the plane landed on the ground. Moses grabbed himself as anticipation escalated his need and a few drops escaped into his boxers. This would be touch and go. Much to his relief the plane taxied to a hold and the engine was turned off. The baby next to him was restless and grisly adding to Moses stress. At least it distracted his parents though which meant they hadn’t noticed how harassed and sweaty he was and how he still grasped at his privates trying desperately to hold off from pissing.
Much to Moses relief the couple gathered their belongings quickly and filled into the aisle ready to get off the plane. Still he hadn’t made it to the aisle yet or managed to get his luggage as he squirmed and moaned in desperation.
As the aisle very slowly moved Moses finally made it to the aisle where he paced on the spot frantically as he reached up for his suitcase. Spotted by an air hostess due to his excessive sweating Moses was tapped on the shoulders.
‘Sir, are you feeling ok? You seem very hot and stressed?’
Moses looked at the immaculate air hostess, dressed smartly and looking beautiful and he just couldn’t find the words to admit his need.
‘Just keen too get off mam. It’s seemed a long flight and I’m tired.’
‘No problem. There will be staff meeting you as you arrive at the airport sir but if your temperature is high you will most likely be taken to hospital. Are you sure you are ok?”
The last place Moses wanted was hospital. A urinal, or even a toilet he absolutely would give anything for, but hospital wasn’t what he wanted in any way.
Grabbing his case he almost ran off the plane and down the steps conscious he was dribbling urine drop by drop into his underwear.
As he opened the door of the airport Moses quickly scanned for the gents but was horrified to find the entire airport closed and sealed except one are to exit. Staff in medical masks lined the way out towards a waiting coach as each passenger was pulled aside for some medical checks before being allowed on the coach. Waiting ambulances nearby clearly there to take those who showed any sign of illness straight to hospital.
Moses clenched as tightly as he could willing his trousers to stay up. He’d only taken a few steps when he was pulled aside to be checked by a nurse. Moses places his bag on the ground and danced from foot to foot. Out if the corner of his eye he could see the toilets but couldn’t get to them as safety seals prevented him. The nurse put a band around his arm and asked him to stand still. Moses couldn’t despite openly now holding himself. As the band filled with air to take his blood pressure he could feel his face redden as another dribble leaked.
‘His blood pressure is raised’
A clip was placed on his finger as Moses bent forward clenching his penis. A minute later the nurse commented again.
‘Pulse is very fast too’
Finally a thermometer was placed in Moses ear as Moses moaned and pee danced despite being asked to stay still.
‘Temperature raised too. Can I have a paramedic to this one please’
Tears formed in Moses eyes as two paramedics approached. He crossed his legs and clenched tightly longing to say how badly he needed to piss but somehow unable to.
‘Sir are you feeling ok? Can you come this way please and have a seat in the ambulance. We just want to check you are ok.’
Moses found himself being escorted just a few feet away to an ambulance where he was taken into the back and the doors closed. Moses sat on the seat, squirming openly. Deeply embarrassed but just seconds away from pissing himself he wiggled in the chair for dear life.
‘I don’t have the damn virus. Honestly! I just have to fucking piss! Seriously I’m pissing myself here...’
With no hesitation at all one of the paramedics grabbed a sick bowl and handed it quickly to Moses who pulled his dribbling aching dick out and immediately let loose a long hard stream into the bowl. The urine fizzed and frothed as it swirled in the fast filling cardboard bowl and within 30 seconds Moses could see it wouldn’t contain all his bladder needed to empty. The paramedic gazed in amazement as he handed Moses a second bowl and he filled that one too, handing the full one to the paramedic in exchange.
Finally Moses finished and breathed a loud sigh of relief.
‘Fuck I needed that!’
‘It sure looked like it mate! Was there no toilet on the plane?’
Moses preceded to tell the story of how he had been bursting for hours whilst the crew took him to a pre arranged hospital where he stayed for 24 hours before being taken to the university campus to finish his 14 day incubation period.
He didn’t catch SD1 and neither did he catch all his pee in time as he later discovered at the hospital when he next went to pee and found just how wet his underwear was. At least he was in his home country though and back with his family who never did find out how dramatic his repatriation flight home had been. |
The embarrassing adventures of Ban Sang-Mi, the pretty protagonist of this naughty little story, continue.
Today, she's not pooing in her skirt, but weeing in it - so if messing puts you off, this one is for you. Some hot BDSM sex, too!
Ban Sang-Mi looked gorgeous in her new outfit her boyfriend has bought for her - a cute little black miniskirt and black tights. Her tights would keep her legs nice and warm on the walk they were going on today, while showing off how lovely they were. Min-Jun ran his hand up his girlfriend's thigh and rested it on her bottom. It was so tight, and he just wanted to smack it. But he turned and kissed his girlfriend instead, feeling her bottom as he did.
"You're so cute," he said. "Come on."
They set off for a stroll along the riverbank, with Sang-Mi's arm around Min-Jun and his resting on her bottom. Her heart was racing at how romantic it was. They stopped by the river and looked out at the birds floating on it.
"Look, there's a crane," said Min-Jun, pointing towards it.
Sang-Mi looked, and listened to the sound of the running water. It should have been tranquil, but she realised that she urgently needed to wee, and really should have used the toilet before she went out. There were no toilets on this path either. She felt a hint of panic. Her last accident had completely shaken her faith in her ability to hold it. What if she couldn't, and ended up piddling in her skirt? She'd ruin her lovely new tights, and Min-Jun would mock her for it. Not wanting to interrupt their romantic outing, she gulped and crossed her legs. She would just have to wait until they found a public toilet. Hopefully that wouldn't be too long.
It was. As they walked along listening to the river running, she was getting more and more desperate and there was no public toilet in sight. She tried as hard as she could to hide her urge, but the pain was already showing on her face. If they didn't find somewhere soon, she'd end up having an accident. She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and searched for public toilets in the area. There was one, not too far away! She'd make it, as long as she stayed calm.
Min-Jun looked down over his girlfriend's shoulder.
"Looking up toilets..." he said. "So you need to go."
"Yes, I do," she said, blushing. "I really should have gone before I went out, and now I'm really bursting."
"So hot," he said. "How about you try to hold it until we get home?"
"No," she said. "I know how that will end, it will be like one of those dirty videos you like. I'm going to use the toilet like an adult woman."
"Fine," he said, a little dismayed. "But if you do fancy holding it, I'll reward you when we get home."
"No," she said. "I'm not going to humiliate myself in public for you. That's it."
"Alright," he said. He clutched her bottom a little harder. It was so hot to know she had a bursting bladder under that skirt - but he respected her wish to use the toilet and didn't put his hand on it. It would be so tempting to start tickling her, but he didn't.
Sang-Mi felt confident of getting to the toilet, but as she got closer the urge was getting worse and worse.
"We need to speed up," she said. "This is really an emergency."
Min-Jun sped up, with his cock now visibly straining against his trousers. The thought of her soaking her tights was just hot beyond belief.
"Look, there are the public toilets," he said. "You can use them."
Sang-Mi sighed in relief, then moaned at the sight of the queue for the ladies'.
"I can't believe it..." she said. "Fuck...it'll be fucking agony...sorry for being so unladylike, but..."
She crossed her legs and clutched her bladder. Min-Jun's cock strained even harder.
"Go on," he said, patting her lightly on the bottom. It was so tempting to smack her and make her wee, but he didn't. He would be a good boyfriend and let her use the toilet. She got in the queue and began to squirm. It felt so undignified to be wee dancing in front of families, but it was the only way she could avoid leaking. The proximity of the toilet was just unbearable. She tried to distract herself by thinking of video games, which could take her mind off her bladder for a bit. But the pain was getting worse and worse and worse, and the queue was moving so slowly. She had been waiting for 5 minutes, and there were still 2 people in front of her. It was so tempting to just leak a little in her skirt. It was black, and no one would notice. But Min-Jun would. He always noticed. And she couldn't let him win like that. She had to keep on holding it. She gritted her teeth, clutched her bladder, and moaned in pain. Not too much longer now. Just one more person...and then she could go. But not quite yet. She had to just hold it for a few more minutes. The woman in front of her entered the toilet. She was next! She could go next. She clenched her trembling legs together. She noticed that Min-Jun was watching her, struggling not to start masturbating in public at the sight of his girlfriend's agony. He was barely keeping his composure. And she would, too.
The toilet door opened. She could go. She sighed in relief...and felt hot wee spurt into her knickers, soaking the crotch of her tights. She squealed in distress, clutching her groin and barely managing to stem the leak, before stumbling into the toilet. While stepping past the door, she stepped on a puddle of water, and skidded across the floor, barely managing to stay standing. A torrent of wee burst from her aching bladder and gushed down her legs, drenching her tights. Slamming the door shut, she sobbed as wee poured from her skirt and splashed onto the floor. Not even bothering to take down her soaked tights, she lifted her skirt and let the last of her wee drip from her tights into the toilet.
She looked up at the mirror. Her face was streaked with tears. How could she humiliate herself like this? How? She was so pathetic. She tried to soak the wee out of her tights with toilet paper, then sheepishly washed her hands and traipsed out of the toilet back to her boyfriend.
"Sang-Mi, it's alright you didn't make it," he said. "With those black tights no one will notice on the way home."
"Really?" she said, sniffing.
"Yes, really," he said. "People aren't very observant. In fact, you could have just weed your skirt on the path and it would have been fine. I'd have liked that, too."
"I hope you're right," she said. "I don't want to be fucking humiliated like this ever again..."
"It's alright," he said, stroking her bottom through her damp skirt. "Come on, let's go home."
He was right. No one noticed the smell of wee from under her skirt as they walked back. Not even their neighbours who said hello to them while Sang-Mi blushed. She had got away with an accident. Except for the people who had heard her whimper as she wet herself in the toilet, of course.
After they had closed their apartment door behind them, Min-Jun turned to her. "Naughty little accidents like that have consequences," he said. He opened his flies to demonstrate, showing his stiff cock. "It goes without saying that you're going to get fucked. Hard. But first, we have some foreplay."
If Min-Jun's idea of punishment was intense sex, she could live with that. But the foreplay might get nasty. Her heart sank as she saw him come back with the paddle.
"That little bottom of yours is in for a spanking," he said. "Come on."
He sat on a chair and indicated for her to lie across his lap. Trembling in anticipation, she did, feeling his cock press into her. She knew that if it got too painful, she could cry the safe word and he would stop. But she didn't want to be a sissy who gave in to a little spanking. She would take her punishment like a mature woman.
She felt her skirt being roughly yanked up, then a massive paddle blow to her tense bottom through her wet tights. It stung so much that tears came to her eyes. Then another blow came, and another, and another, each somehow making the pain even worse. It was just too painful for her to bear. She had to say the safe word.
"My hovercraft is full of eels," she said, wondering why her boyfriend had chosen such a ridiculous phrase. "I can't take it anymore, stop..."
Min-Jun immediately dropped the paddle and gently stroked her bottom, still quivering from the spanking. "It's alright," he said. "I was so turned on by your accident, I went a little hard, that's all. Are you still up for sex?"
"Yes," she said. "But please be gentle."
He carefully rolled Sang-Mi's tights down and lowered her to the floor, then thrust himself into her.
"Please go more gently..." she said. He did, and rolled his hips as he pleasured her. Sang-Mi felt herself edging closer and closer to orgasm. The humiliation had left her very aroused, and this was taking her to the edge...and over it. She moaned in pleasure as she quaked from the climax. She felt Min-Jun climax, too, pushing deep into her vagina.
"That was so hot..." she said, near breathless. "But please don't spank me so hard. I just can't take that much pain."
"Alright," said Min-Jun. "I have some...alternative punishments in store in case you have another accident. And I think you'll enjoy them a lot more."
Ban Sang-Mi really didn't want to have another accident. But she really wanted to know what those enjoyable punishments were. |
Warspite's eyes fluttered open, the black hole like darkness slowly fading as she adjusted. "wwwuhhh?" she groaned groggily. She didn't know what time it was but, from how dark the room was, she assumed it was very early in the morning. She rubbed her face and eyes, feeling the familiar touch her faux silk gloves. She shifted slightly around realising she was still in her normal clothes. I should really go and change she thought to herself. A loud snore filled her ears; Queen Elizabeth was sleeping in the bed next to her. Warspite wasn't too worried about waking up her liege. The queen was a famously heavy sleeper who would only awake to the siren call of Belfast's tea.
Warspite swung her legs out to jump out of bed, the throbbing ache in her bladder hit her like a full broadside. She almost shouted, warm urine pushing to get out, but managed to keep herself under control. Be more careful with the tea-drinking before bed girl she thought to herself. Warspite warily pushed herself to the edge of the bed and let her legs dangle, before reaching down and fishing around for the chamber pot. She felt her fingers tap against the porcelain and wrapped them around the handle. Slosh. The sound made her heart drop. A quick glance between her legs confirmed her fears; the glinting of moonlight on urine. The chamber pot was packed to the brim, obviously filled by more than one visit within the last few hours, with no room for Warspite to relieve her great need.
A small amount of panic slipped into her mind. She knew her bladder was dangerously full and soon, only within minutes, there would be a puddle under her. There was only one option open; she would have to make a dash for the bathroom. Carefully popping the full chamber pot down, making sure not to spill the cooling contents, she pushed herself off onto her feet. A bladder spasm quickly ambushed her. She crossed her legs at the ankles and pushed a hand into her black knickers. The smallest wet spot you could imagine, hardly even feelable, appeared on them. No no no no keep control she willed to herself, beginning to stagger towards the door. Behind her, Queen Elizabeth slept serenely in her bed, a large urine puddle around her thighs.
Warspite poked her head out of the open doorway and checked if the coast was clear; there was not a soul in sight. She began an awkward waddle down the hallway to the lavatory, her footsteps quietly echoing around. Both of her hands were now shoved against her panties; her fingers were even squeezing her lips shut to help herself hold. She soon came across the familiar oak wood door of the royal loo, the bronze panel on it bore an engraving of a crown along with WC. She breathed a sigh of relief as she grasped the knob and turned. Nothing. She turned it again. Nothing. seizing the handle and with a grunt of effort, she twisted the knob. Nothing. If a royal knight would ever cry now would be the time. Relief was so near yet so far away, a few inches of carved wood stopped her from the relief she so frantically craved. But alas it seemed as if dry underwear was nought but a dream. Her bladder was about to explode.
A door behind her opened, things could not get any worse. "Please" begged Warspite tearfully "go away. Leave me alone to get this humiliation over with." "I would never abandon you" came the reply. Belfast stepped up alongside Warspite, a large towel in hand. She was dressed in a white thigh-length nightdress and nothing else. "The toilet is unfortunately locked for repair work tomorrow morning, and my key is in the office. By the time I got there and back, I suspect I would be cleaning your puddle." The statements did not help Warspite "Go into the room and chuck out the chamber pot, then return here with it" ordered Warspite. "And empty it where exactly? The toilet is locked" retorted Belfast with just a hint of cheek. Warspite knew it was folly to try anything else. Or was it?
"The towel, quickly" she barked, her control slipping further and further. The faint taps of liquid on wood were heard as her bladder began to relax. Belfast knew better than to question what she was doing and handed Warspite the large green towel she had brought out from her room. Warspite's left hand grabbed the towel and ruffled it into a tight ball; her right pulled her panties aside. A jet of steaming hot piss managed to spray out of her before the towel was thrust directly against her bare vagina. The relief was immediate and orgasmic, her bladder was voiding itself like a pump; a thick stream soaking into the towel "haaaaaaaaaa, erm ahem" her face turning beetroot red at her involuntary moan. Belfast simply giggled. The towel started to become heavy and hot after 20 seconds of Warspite's piss river, a sizeable amount of the clear liquid began to splatter on the floor. Warspite was long past the point of caring the relief and feeling of pleasure were too great.
After a minute of firehose like urinating Warspite was empty and exhausted. "Bloodly hell" her panting breaking up each word. "The royal shower room is still open if you wish to clean up miss Warspite," said Belfast, she had already retrieved another towel from her room. "Yes, I think I will" Warspite responded. Shaking her feet to get the urine off her shoes, she began her short walk to the showers. Before entering, she turned back to where Belfast was. Despite the fact she should be sleeping, Belfast was hard at work cleaning away the evidence of Warspite's incident. At times like this, Warspite was glad for her unnatural dedication to duty.
Edited February 22, 2020 by Aquamin
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THE DESPERATE CHEERLEADERS
Back when we started college, Alice and I signed up for the cheerleading squad and both got on. I liked it, the outfits are cute, the team players are often SUPER HOT and it keeps us fit but I grew to really enjoy it for another reason. You see, the windows for cheerleaders to use bathrooms during matches are basically non-existent thanks to the dumb game policies and the only times to really use them are after the match, when dozens of other girls are thinking the same thing. As well as that, the female coach always makes the girls come together into the girls changing rooms first and give us a review of how we’ve done. Often, I’d see half a dozen or more girls that every guy under the sun wants to get their pants off, probably minutes away from pissing straight through them. They squirm around desperately, their legs crossed tight until they can finally make a mad dash for the loos a few steps away from the changing room. It’s really hot, though until today, they’d always held on; at least in terms of having any visible losses of control.
It was an especially hot day and so everyone had loaded up with water pre-game. As the match went on, we cheered and danced our hearts out: Our black and white uniforms kicking up as we did our steps, flashing our red underwear; all our team’s colours. It seemed to inspire our players, as we secured a last minute victory that sent the crowd wild. We all piled into the changing rooms, the usual culprits desperate as ever and the coach gave her little speech; clearing out. However, as she did, the door slammed shut with an unusual thud, catching everyone’s attention. Alice went to check it out and when she turned back, she looked pale:
“The door is busted!”.
The other girls rushed over trying to budge the door; however, it was jammed, a piece of the metal allowing it to turn had sheared straight off, probably from not being maintained well enough. As this realisation sunk in, girls began banging at the door, calling for help however the lockers were sound-proofed after years of graduation pranks where people had set off firecrackers that disrupted the whole college. No one could hear us and it would be ages before anyone realised what had happened and then even longer until they could help.
As the minutes passed, several girls began to squirm on the benches, standing or wherever they were in the rooms. Alice was among them, her ass shaking as she repeatedly crossed her legs back and forth; pacing the room, complaining about the “Fucking useless doors”. Another was our lead cheerleader, Sindy. A tall, thin black girl with brown hair and green eyes, everyone agreed she was among the most gorgeous girls among the team and right now, she was also among the most desperate, one hand stuffed between her cheerleading skirt as she rocked back and forth; clearly sweating with the effort of holding for so long. The most desperate however, was Isabel.
Isabel Brians was squirming openly, frequently holding herself and repeatedly saying: “God I’m desperate” and “I can’t hold it” over and over. Her legs were shaking, her tits; larger even than Alice’s, were bouncing freely in her uniform and if I was right, she probably only had minutes left before she started leaking; maybe even completely lost control. Isabel was one of the most sought after girls in college, she’d just come out of a six-month relationship where if the guys were to be believed; though they often chat complete shit, Isabel could apparently give blowjobs better than any other girl at college, her ex claiming she’d give them daily when together: In their rooms, his car, the nearby creek and forest; even twice in a McDonalds Bathroom. If the last part was true, then she probably wished she was there right about now.
Suddenly, we all heard a scream and turned: It was Alice and I watched shocked as rivers of pee began to pour out through her red panties, which were on full display as she soaked them; the long streams running down her legs, as she gripped the nearby rack for support, so she didn’t collapse into her own growing puddle. The other girls stepped away, cries of shock ringing out:
“Oh my God Alice!”.
“What the hell!”.
“Oh don’t, I need to go even worse now!”.
“Holy shit, you had to go Alice!”.
“Stop it!”.
“I can’t!” was Alice’s reply to the last one and she clearly couldn’t, her legs trembling as the most public wetting accident I’d ever seen continued...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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It's been a while since I've written anything. I thought I'd put the first part of something I've been working on out here...
CHAPTER 1
My heart sank as I hung up the phone. How could I have let Mike talk me into something so stupid? I was going to get fired for sure.
As I stood up, the plastic grocery bag that had been sitting on to protect my chair from water damage crinkled conspicuously. I instinctively grabbed my purse from my desk and clutched it in front of my crotch.
Yeah Melissa, that's going to work. He'll never notice that your slacks are soaked all the way down the inseam if you hide an eight-inch section of your lap behind your purse. Why did I have to wear grey slacks?
Despite my efforts to drain them in the ladies room after the incident, my heels still squished with every step of the long walk across the office. Amanda grinned and whispered something to Megan as I walked by. They both snickered. Catty bitches! They'd probably be happy to see me get fired for this.
I was well aware that everyone was consciously trying not to stare as I slowly squelched my way to our boss' office, but I was too preoccupied with my impending unemployment to be mortified or aroused at the humiliation of walking across our office's open floor plan in such a state. Besides, they had all seen my pissy slacks not 40 minutes earlier--this was just an encore performance.
I took a deep breath and tried to convince myself it would be alright. I had some money saved up, and I knew that Mike would be able to help me cover my bills--especially since I wouldn't be in this situation at all if he hadn't talked me into holding my pee for him at work today.
I mean, I fucking love that I found a guy who gets as turned on by wetting and public humiliation as much as I am, but this is getting to be ridiculous!
I piss in my pants on every date with him. I piss in my pants every time I stay over at his apartment. I piss in my pants every time we run errands together.
I didn't even complain when he refused to pull over for me on the drive to his parent's house, and I had walk into Thanksgiving dinner with his family in pee-soaked blue jeans. When will it ever be enough for him?
I sheepishly entered my boss's office, avoiding eye contact while closing the door behind me. My heart pounded in my chest.
"Hello Melissa," John said sternly. He didn't have an HR representative in the office with him. I took that as a positive sign. "I'd ask you to sit down, but..."
"I understand," I replied quietly. I could feel my face flush.
I hated to admit it, but I was starting to get turned on. I felt like I was in principal's office trying to explain why I'd left a piss puddle under my desk rather than raising my hand and asking the teacher for a bathroom pass.
He started, "This is a very unusual situation to have to address with one of our employees."
"Can I just start by saying that I am SO sorry that this happened," I blurted out. "I've cleaned up the puddle in the hallway, and I've been sitting on a plastic bag to protect my chair from any ... damage."
"I appreciate that," John acknowledged, "but you have to know this is totally unprofessional."
"I do," I admitted. "I don't have any meetings scheduled with clients today, so my accident won't reflect badly on the firm. I promise I'll just sit at my desk and work like it never happened."
"Obviously, you're going to need to go home and change," he offered.
"No," I assured him, hoping that my willingness to degrade myself by siting in smelly, damp slacks all afternoon could be turned into an asset. "I'll call my boyfriend to see if he can get way from work to bring me a change of clothes. If he can't, I'll stay here and deal with it. This is my fault."
"I appreciate that attitude," he admitted, his voice softening. "But this is totally unacceptable and, of course, this isn't the first such incident."
My heart sank. I stood there speechless as my mind raced searching my memory for what he might be referencing.
Mike and I had played some of our wetting games in my work outfits before, but I had always been exceedingly cautious before today. I had emptied my bladder for Mike on a few lunch dates while wearing black pencil skirts and returned to the office afterwards without changing clothes. Had someone actually noticed that?
Undoubtedly noticing my bewilderment, John continued, "Melissa, your efforts to protect your chair today notwithstanding, the cleaning crew has reported wetness and the unmistakable smell of urine coming from it on several occasions."
"Yes, well," I started sullenly, "I didn't think anyone had noticed, but I have had a few other accidents before this one. I'm sorry. I'll be more responsible in the future."
"Unfortunately, that's not all," John said. "Our IT department has told me about some pictures and videos you've sent to your boyfriend on work email. They're of a nature that leads me to believe these aren't genuine ... well, accidents."
I'd spent the past half hour in piss-drenched slacks being snickered at by bitchy women I hated, but ironically, this was the first moment I was so deeply humiliated that I wanted to leave the office and never come back. How could I have been so stupid? What must he think of me?
"Should I go clean out my desk now?" I asked while fighting back tears.
"Let's put a pin in that kind of talk for now," John said dismissively. "You're an excellent worker Melissa, and what you do when you leave this office is none of my business, but this behavior can't continue."
"I understand," I affirmed meekly. "John, I swear to you, if you give me another chance..."
"I guess the question is, how badly do you want that chance?" he asked. "Are you willing to do something big for me in order to prove you deserve it?"
I stared at him blankly. Was this going where I thought it was? John was married and had never made a pass at me before. He wasn't unattractive, but I wasn't about to give him a blow job or anything like that to keep this job.
"How familiar are you with Amanda's work trying to land the WidgetComp account?" he asked.
"Not very," I answered. I left out that she was a bitch and I despised her, but I was relived that the conversation was not headed in a perverted direction. "I know it would be great business for us to win."
"It would be game changing for us," John emphasized.
"I know our numbers are down, and WidgetComp is a whale," I acknowledged. "I'd be happy to help Amanda prepare her sales pitch if that is what you are asking."
"Not quite," John said. He paused the choose his words before continuing, "What I'm about to say is completely off the record, and if it leaves this room I will deny it."
"OK," I said, again waiting with dread for the other shoe to drop.
"Amanda is giving a big presentation to Sam Brothers and his team over at WidgetComp next week," he said. "Sam is a make or break decision maker for us in this deal and, well ... there are rumors that he shares your ... um, interests."
For the first time, John's eyes fixated directly on the piss streaks running down my legs, as if I needed the cue as to which "interests" he was referencing.
"John, you know I have a boyfriend," I scolded. "I will not whore myself out for this company!"
"That's not what I'm suggesting at all," John insisted. "You don't need to have a relationship of any kind with this man. I'm merely suggesting that IF you happen to drink some extra water on the drive over and not make a trip to the bathroom before the presentation..."
"I might completely humiliate myself in front of our team and the client," I interjected crossly.
"That type of risk clearly hasn't stopped you before," he quipped.
"John, this was not intentional," I said motioning to my wet pants. "Yes, I admit that I generally get a thrill out of wetting my pants, but the girls out there are merciless about things like this. Today has been mortifying for me."
"I can imagine," John admitted.
"So you can also imagine what my drive back to the office with Amanda will be like after I piss in my pants in front of our biggest sales prospect," I said. "How would I ever show my face here again after something like that?"
Despite myself, as I imagined the scenario, I was beginning to get aroused. Damn this fetish!
"I don't know," John deadpanned. "I presume you're planning to show your face here tomorrow if I decide to give you a second chance, right?"
"Yes," I admitted quietly.
"And you said the girls are being pretty vicious out there to you today?"
"They're being even worse than my classmates back in school used to be to me after an accident," I shared. "And I didn't think that was possible before today."
"Yet you'd rather sit in your own piss and be mocked for the next three hours than accept my offer to go home for the afternoon..."
"Because I desperately want to keep my job," I interrupted.
"Then prove to me you're a team player here," John said curtly. "I'm not asking you to do anything to your reputation that you haven't already done to yourself voluntarily."
"So if I refuse to do this, I'm fired?"
"How much value do you think I should place on an employee who indulges her sexual desires so inappropriately in the office, but won't use them to play ball to win the biggest prospect we've ever seen?"
"What if I do it and the plan doesn't work?" I asked flatly. "He could enjoy the show and still not sign a deal with us."
"Yeah, he could," John acknowledged, "but at least we'd have tried. Plus, you'd have proven yourself as someone worth keeping despite having had a few ..."
"Accidents?" I finished with a smirk. "OK, I'll do it."
"Great," John said. "Thank you, Melissa."
"Hey, since I'm doing this for you," I interjected, "could I maybe take you up on that offer to go home early today?"
"Actually, it might be better if you just call your boyfriend like you had originally planned," John said. "The presentation to WigetComp is in just two days and you'll need to work with Amanda to get up to speed this afternoon. I imagine you'll have to stay late tonight if that's alright."
"Of course," I said absently, "I just really hope my boyfriend comes through for me with that change of pants." |
CHAPTER 2
"You know, it's funny," Amanda said condescendingly. "I really would have thought wetting your pants at work would be a severely career-limiting move, but it seems to have worked out well for you today."
"Maybe you should try it sometime," I deadpanned.
"Umm, no," she dismissed with a disgusted chuckle. "I must say, I do admire your commitment. It's what ... seven o'clock? And you haven't even bothered to change your clothes after this afternoon's accident."
"Well, my boyfriend couldn't get away from work to bring me any spare clothes," I explained with forced restraint, "and John wanted me to begin working with you on this presentation right away."
"I guess that would be an unusual request," Amanda said with a mocking smile. "I mean, can you even imagine taking a call from your adult girlfriend telling you that she peed in her pants and wants you to bring her a change of clothes? Maybe you should begin keeping some spare clothes in your desk. You know ... just in case this happens again."
I ran my fingers along the still clammy inseam of my thighs under the conference room table before discretely clamping my legs tightly together again and shifting my weight in my chair.
"Maybe I should," I admitted flatly while Amanda snickered.
I absolutely despised her, but I was even more pissed off at Mike. He had said he was too busy to leave work early today, but his pestering texts for pics of my soaked slacks and updates as to how everyone was reacting told a different story.
I knew my man. Mike was no doubt LOVING the fact that he had caused me to piss in my pants at work today, but he was loving it even more that he was in a position to leave me stranded here and subject to complete humiliation.
I hated that there was a part of me that enjoyed his sadistic restrictions to my bathroom visits as much as he did. In fact, I still hadn't broken his instructions that I wasn't allowed to use the toilet all day without his permission.
I was only five hours removed from nearly getting fired because I had wet myself a few feet away from an empty bathroom in front of all my co-workers because he told me to hold my pee just a little bit longer when I knew I couldn't. Now I was squirming desperately to contain a full bladder again in the same damp slacks. The toilets were still off limits for me.
"I think that should cover it for today," Amanda offered. "I imagine you just want to get home at this point."
"Yes, that would be nice," I admitted, more relieved by her suggestion than I let on. "Mike should be here soon to pick me up."
I stood up and immediately felt an icy chill envelop my ass. I'd been sitting on a plastic bag all afternoon, so the seat of my slacks was hadn't really dried from my accident.
As I walked to my desk to collect my things, I noticed that my heels were still making muted squishing sounds with every step I took. The insoles clearly hadn't dried much either with my feet being in them all day.
As I squelched to the elevator, I got Mike's text confirming he was waiting in the car out front for me. The privacy of the ride down to the ground floor allowed me to finally do a proper pee dance unobserved. My aching bladder rejoiced at the fleeting relief before I had to pull myself together and walk to my boyfriend's car with as much composure as a woman with pee stains running the length of her legs and squishy heels can muster.
Mike's leather passenger seat felt ice cold against my wet ass as I slid into it.
"I'm sorry you had an accident, babe," he said grinning ear to ear as he leaned in and slid his hand along my damp inner thigh. "I thought I'd take you out to dinner to make it up to you. There's a new brewpub everyone's been talking about that I thought we could try."
"Did you bring me a change of clothes?" I asked crossly, pushing his hand away.
"Sorry, I didn't have time," he said unconvincingly as he drove off, "but you're nearly dry anyway. I'm sure no one at the restaurant will notice."
"Just take me home," I said flatly, crossing my legs. "I don't feel like going out tonight."
"What's wrong?" he asked. "As I remember it this morning, you were as turned on by the idea of doing a hold as I was."
"That was before you made me drink all that water and told me I couldn't use the toilet all day," I replied. "It was also before I almost got fired for wetting my pants."
"I'm sorry you got into so much trouble," he offered. "I thought you were into that though. I mean, how many times have you had me pretend to be your boss and call you into my office to scold you for peeing yourself on the job?"
A spasm hit my bladder and I pressed my fingers into my cold, damp crotch while leaning forward in my seat. Mike grinned.
"Yeah well, that type thing was a lot more fun back in college when I could replace my job in a week," I admitted distractedly as I struggled to get my bladder under control. "I seriously need you to pull the car over."
"Why?" Mike asked smugly.
"You know why," I snapped.
"The restaurant is close," he assured me. "You can make it."
"I said I wasn't in the mood to go out," I insisted. "Besides, would I even be allowed to use the toilets there if I hold on that long?"
"Well, no," Mike admitted.
"So, after the day you know that I've had, your idea of 'making it up to me' is to make me piss in my pants again waiting for a table at a brewpub?" I asked indignantly.
"What's wrong with you today?" he asked. "This is normally our thing."
"You're not listening to me," I said crossly. "I don't feel like humiliating myself for you anymore today."
I felt a small spurt escape into my panties and decided to just give up fighting it. Mike was being a dick anyway, so screw his car seat! I gave a small push and quickly felt my around my fingers get warm and wet.
"Actually, you don't need to worry about pulling over," I said contentedly as piss began to audibly drip onto the plastic floor mats.
Mike quickly flipped on the interior lights. His eyes fixated on puddle momentarily forming in my lap as the pee gushed out of me faster than my saturated pants could soak it up. I tingled all over as I released all of my pent up urine and my legs finally felt warm again after hours of uncomfortable chill.
"Keep your eyes on the road," I warned as the dripping turned into a steady flow. "We're going to get into an accident."
"You mean ANOTHER accident," he quipped.
I groaned. "You're in good spirits for someone who's going to spend a lot of time scrubbing out his car tonight," I said. "You can take me straight home now, please. You got the show I know you wanted."
"You're the one who had the accident, hon," he reminded. "If you can't control your bladder like a big girl, you know you need to clean up after yourself. I'm sure you can ask the hostess at the restaurant for some paper towels or something while we wait for our table."
"Like hell I will," I barked. "I told you I didn't feel like going out at all tonight. I'm definitely not going to degrade myself by playing your pathetic, accident-prone girlfriend squelching up to the hostess and begging for some napkins to sop up my pee puddle in the car. I'm not in the mood."
"What has gotten into you today?" Mike asked.
"I just want to go back to my place and be alone tonight," I repeated.
"Well, I had planned for us to go out to dinner," he said crossly. "You tease me all day texting me with the sexiest pee hold and wetting ever, and you won't even share it with me when I finally get to see you. You just leave me with blue balls and a puddle to clean up in my car."
"You're a selfish idiot."
"Well, I'm not driving you home," Mike said. "If you're going to act like a spoiled brat, you can walk."
"Fine," I said flatly.
Mike pulled the car over at a random stretch of sidewalk. I flung the door open and stepped out in my waterlogged heels before slamming the door behind me. The brisk evening air chilled my soaked legs.
He cracked the passenger window to yell, "Enjoy your pissy walk home!"
"Enjoy jerking off alone, asshole," I snapped back, flicking him off as he drove away.
A couple walked past me as I watched his tail lights speed away. They avoided eye contact and walked noticeably faster as I glanced in their direction.
I took a deep breath and tried to calmly assess the situation. My grey slacks were two-tone and sopping wet again. Every inch of the back was soaked, and there were sizable wet patches in my lap and down my legs on the front. Thanks to this being my second wetting of the day, they were also more aromatic than usual. The acidic smell of pee burned my nostrils with every breath.
Even at night, I knew I wasn't going to be able to hide this with my purse well enough to slip into an Uber or cab unnoticed. I didn't really have any friends I felt comfortable with enough to call and admit that I wet my pants in public and needed a ride either. That was normally Mike's role.
I fished my phone out of my purse and mapped walking directions to my apartment--willfully ignoring the random creep shouting something about pissy pants at me as he slowly drove past honking his horn. The app was estimating a two hour walk.
I bent down and pulled off my left shoe. As I tipped it over to empty the excess piss so I didn't have to feel it sloshing around as I walked, I locked eyes with a brunette in a short dress. She was walking past me with two of her friends. They were clearly headed out for a night at the bars.
She gave me a disgusted glare as I finished pouring the last drops of urine out of my heel and slipped it back on my foot. I gave a resigned sigh before taking the first cold, squelchy steps of my long journey.
I couldn't really remember what was on this route, but with any luck, I hoped I could find someplace with a women's clothing department on the way. It occurred to me that I hadn't once bought myself an impromptu replacement outfit because of an accident since I'd started dating Mike.
Pathetic as it was, the act of strategizing how I was going to get home to minimize my embarrassment again after wetting my pants felt empowering. For the first time in a while, I wasn't allowing myself to be shamefully paraded around because I knew the public humiliation would please my man. |
WIZ LEFT AND AQUA RIGHT
The thing wiz pees in is an image I only have in my head. Just imagine a Japanese squat toilet but old stone castle style and no pipes just a hole in it.
"Kazzzzzumaaaaa, why did we have to bring the stupid litch?" Moaned Aqua "You know she's gonna try something litchy." Kazuma shut the Useless deity up with quick bonk with the hilt of his sword. "She said she wanted to come, so she comes" he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice "she is our friend." "Hmmph, I still don't trust her Kazuma." Wiz, who was wandering alongside Kazuma, was quite upset at Aqua's constant stabs at her. "Please miss Aqua, believe me when I say that I have no ill intent. This quest seemed very simple when I overheard you talking about it, just a simple treasure hunt in a cave. I just wanted to spend some time with you all and have a nice walk." She wiggled cutely and smiled. Aqua returned a pout.
Darkness and Megumin had charged slightly ahead of the group, chatting to each other and occasionally checking behind them to see the others. The quest was, as Wiz had said, simple. A large cave, long since abandoned by any monsters or bandits, had a stash of treasure somewhere within its depths. Decades ago, the place was a bandit hideout. Stairs had been carved into the rock in places, and a few side passages were still open. "It appears the bandits made this place as homely as they could" remarked Darkness "apparently they had a ferocious tentacled monster as a pet." Her heavy breathing started echoing around the chamber. "Don't start, please don't" stated Kazuma bluntly. "Oooooh" whined Darkness "to have my thoughts and desires deflected so coldly like I was nothing." Kazuma quietly sighed, it was just another day with these losers.
After an hour and a half of walking around the cave, things were beginning to become monotonous and boring; with Aqua being very vocal about her dislike of the situation. "And my feet hurt and I'm hungry, and that stupid litch is here" she finished listing off her numerous complaints. She also had a growing need to visit a toilet, but she would refuse to admit such a thing; Goddesses don't pee. "Aqua, you are the one who wanted to do this quest," said Megumin. "But I didn't know it would be boring and long, I should have waited at home while you lot did the work for your Goddess" her whining was seemingly unending. "Miss Aqua, please be calm and enjoy yourself" Wiz's voice was almost a whisper. "NOOOOO NOT WHILE YOU ARE AROUND, I KNOW YOUR GAMES LITCH!!!." Wiz quickly teared up "I-i-i jus-st want to b-be your f-r-riend." Aqua's incoming verbal bombardment was silenced preemptively by yet another bop from Kazuma. "You two are working together now" he asserted. Aqua opened her mouth "Not a peep out of useless Goddess, you will learn to tolerate her or else you are out in the stable for a week." She may hate undead, but she hates the stables even more.
Thirty minutes of needed, albeit unstable, peace had passed; and Aqua was not the only one getting desperate. If some asked you the question "hey, do undead need to pee?" you would probably say no. Then congratulations, you said the logical answer; but its the wrong answer. Wiz was usually very careful about her toilet trips, making sure that nobody would ever see her desperate or doing the deed. But deep in a cave after hours of holding, her bladder was becoming uncomfortably full. She had a large bladder, but even big bladdered girls have limits. The secluded side passages looked so tempting, many had running water features that would mask the sound of her relieving herself, but now that she was stuck like glue to the Aqua those options were impossible. "Hey, you two go check that sorta large passage on the right. Might have something that can help us in it." The command from Kazuma was like an insult to her bladder, she knew there would be nothing in there; Kazuma just wanted to see how the two girls reacted when alone.
"Ew ew ew, so much dust" complained Aqua as she entered the unused room. It was once a storage room, used for something very valuable: wine. As such, unbeknownst to the Goddess and Litch, the room was booby-trapped. The second that Wiz stepped slowly through the entranceway, the heavy stone door dropped down with thud like thunder. Aqua was to the door in a flash, pounding at it uselessly with her fists. "KAZUMA KAZUMA KAZUMA HELP. GET ME OUT OF HERE, THERE ARE BUGS AND DIRT, AND THE LITCH. HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPP!!!!!!!" Her banshee-like screeching went on and on until Kazuma answered. "quiet useless Goddess, there are some instructions written on the wall out here." He cleared his throat "Hear yee thief to enter this chamber is to invite death or imprisonment until that. Pour out wine into the small squat toilet looking thing to open the door a bit. The more you pour the more the door opens. The more it opens the more my men will hurt you. Signed Azgaril." "Wow, these bandits have really bad grammar," he remarked, chuckling slightly. Another screech came from Aqua "There isn't any wine left in here Kazuma, just get Megumin to blow open the door." Kazuma shook his head, although they could not see that. "She would just bring this whole cave down on top of us, which I for one do not want. Just fill the "squat toilet thing up with water, you are literally named Water in Latin." Aqua blinked and thought hard for a moment "What's Latin?"
Kazuma wasn't willing to explain all that here "Doesn't matter, just fill up the thing." Aqua turned, preparing to make water when suddenly Kazuma called out. "Actually don't bother, they already thought of that. For some reason, it has been designed so it won't accept water." Aqua began to panic, both at her imprisonment and her full bladder. She knew that Kazuma would be able to get help from the town within a few hours, but her bladder would not give her a few hours. Little did she know that Wiz was in the same boat. The Litch's toilet need had grown to dangerous levels. Her bladder throbbed and bulged with pent up golden yellow pee. She was smart and had already deduced what both of them would have to do. She didn't like it, but she knew what had to be done. Strolling up to the door, her large thighs squeeze tightly under her dress, she spoke to Kazuma. "Excuse me, Kazuma, but I think I have a plan on how to get me and miss Aqua out. "I'm all ears" came his reply. "IM NOT!!" shouted Aqua "KAZUMA GET US OUT!!" "No," said Kazuma, firm and authoritative "you two have gotta work together on this, no ifs or buts; you wanna go in the stables?" Aqua, in a rare display, silently agreed. "Mister Kazuma, please go ahead and finish the quest; we shall be done by the time you are back," asked Wiz politely, also not wanting Kazuma to hear what they were about to do.
"Alright then, I trust you know what to do Wiz." His footsteps quickly became faint. "KAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZUMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE." Aqua's screaming fell on deaf ears. Her dagger-like glare affixed itself to Wiz. "So what is your "plan", Litch?" Scorn that could not be measured were latched onto every word. Wiz made her way over to the "squat toilet looking thing" mentioned in the instructions. The thing was a pill-shaped dip in the smooth stone floor. A small hole in the centre led to where ever the trap's inner working was. Wiz blushed fiercely knowing what she must do. "Erm, we have to fill the bowl and, we have nothing to fill it with to hand." "So" she hesitated for a moment, mulling things over "we have to resort to desperate measures." The unintentional pun somehow made Aqua realise the plan. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAY, NOOOO. THERE IS NO CHANCE THAT I, AQUA OF THE AXIS CULT, WILL RELEASE HER MOST HOLY WATERS INTO THAT THING. ESPECIALLY NOT IN FRONT OF YOU." She crossed her arms and pouted. Wiz understood that it was impossible to argue with the stubborn Goddess; it was up to her alone to do the deed. "I recommend you don't look miss Aqua" she suggested tactfully, taking off her robe and hanging it on an old torch holder.
Aqua turned her back, saying nothing. Wiz quickly hitched up her purple dress to reveal her, unsurprisingly, purple knickers. A small damp patch had appeared on the front of them, barely visible on the dark fabric. It happened while talking to Kazuma although she kept her composure so well nobody noticed. The panties quickly went down to her ankles. The cool air struck her legs and vagina, causing a small leak of warm urine. The contrast in temperature was quite nice. Her throbbing Labia Minor was moist with juice and pee. She adopted a squatting position over the bowl, running a hand through her brown pubic and over her pussy. She took in a deep breath, hating what she was about to do. It was embarrassing and certainly unsanitary, but she had sacrificed greater things than her dignity. "Okay then, I am going to start." Tilting her head back slightly and slowing her breathing, she relaxed her bladder and sphincter.
The rush of pee trying to get out of her bladder was incredible. The force of it created a water jet pee that splattered onto the stone loudly. The spray created by the stream covered her boots in droplets. For the first 10 seconds, it wasn't even a feeling of relief; just a thankful body for letting it deposit the pool inside of it. It was something Wiz had never felt before. It wasn't even a power pee just a violent dumping of all her pent up piss. Steam began rising from the puddle collecting the "toilet", even though it had been designed to send all liquid collected straight down into the measuring system. Wiz was trembling, her loins were on fire, her bladder venting its hot, yellow pee at an impossible rate. She clenched her fists and bit her knuckles. The normally shy and proper girl let out a loud moan, although it could hardly be heard of her gusher of a piss stream.
Wiz didn't hear Aqua's dam burst. Even if she did, she wouldn't have cared, everything felt too good to care. The useless Goddesses bladder was hit with the cruellest kind of audio torture; an overfull bladder getting its long due relief. It was simply too much for it, and she began urinating all over the floor. This was the one time she was glad she forwent panties. Her stream was pitiful in comparison to Wiz's tsunami. The Litch's bladder seemed to have an unlimited supply of pee. Neither of them noticed the trap system going bonkers, the door was now permanently jammed open. So great was Wiz's flood that the whole cave's network of traps was broken by pee leaking into a series of scales it should not have been in. Forever would this cave be safe because of Wiz's piss flood; provided she didn't flood the whole cave.
After 5 and a half minutes, the stream came to a stop. Wiz wasn't empty, she had just let out enough to be comfy; a full adult human bladder's worth was still inside her. Now the room was filled by Wiz's heavy breathing, she was so going to touch herself later. She took a moment to compose herself, pulling her clothes back up and shaking the wee off her boots."I-i'm sorry y-y-you had to listen to that" her voice was shaky and weak. Aqua was in no mood to talk and simply left the room, Wiz following her at a distance. They proceeded deeper into the cavern, soon linking back up with the others.
*Timeskip*
Wiz was still cooling off hours later even though she was sitting by the roaring Mansion fire. She sipped her tea and lay back on the armrest of the sofa. Her bladder had, understandably, become weaker after such a massive pee. She already felt another visit to the bathroom coming, her 4 in 2 hours. But before that, she decided to have some fun. She had already changed into some comfy PJs; a dark purple top with elbow-length sleeves and matching shorts. Her right hand slipped into her waistband, smooth fingers rubbed her clit. She sucked in air and push the middle and index finger into her entrance. She moaned quietly and started to thrust. Faster and faster she went, her mind quickly becoming a blur as her g-spot was pounded mercilessly. Within 30 seconds orgasm had hit her, the piss torrent earlier made her too sensitive. She gasped for air and rubbed her large breasts. So nice I should try it again even though it is very improper, she thought.
Placing her mug on the floor and standing before the fire, she dropped her shorts to the floor. She spread her vagina open and aimed as best she could. The stream didn't come as enthusiastically as before but still managed to fly into the roaring fire with considerable force. The hiss was there but mostly drowned out by the fire's noise, the nice feeling of relief washed over her body just like before. Wiz smiled to herself and then grabbed one of her handkerchiefs to wipe. The Litch lay back on the sofa, shorts still around her ankles and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of all the things she was going to do with this newfound hobby. |
Author's note: Hope you're all enjoying the Mega Man Zero/ZX Legacy Collection!
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Ciel looked over the data gathered from this round of Baby Elf research as she leaned back in her chair, yet all the numbers seemed to jumble together as her eyes scanned over the tables. "Mmgh...I might not be able to get any work done right now," the blonde scientist sighed, laying the tablet on her desk. Even alone in her room, there were too many distractions for her to focus.
In hindsight, it was somewhat ridiculous for her to expect to be able to concentrate at this given moment. While she had gotten used to working under extreme circumstances in the past year, being on the run from the tyrannical Neo Arcadia with the small Resistance, but now was a special kind of pressure. The current Resistance leader, Elpizo, had grown confident enough to execute his Operation Righteous Strike, despite Ciel's warnings against the hasty risk of Reploid life, because he had Zero's strength supporting him. "And Zero comes back now...I can barely think like this!"
"Eep!" And it wasn't just a series of emotional strains taking a toll on the researcher, as she squirmed in her seat and shifted her legs. No, as the only human member of the Resistance, Ciel had needs beyond those of a Reploid. Everything she had been drinking today, all brewed to keep her awake, were still sitting in her body, having passed through her stomach already.
There were certain benefits to being the only one that needed the toilet, in that she always knew it would be empty and it would be clean. It balanced out the embarrassment of being the sole reason the Resistance Base needed a bathroom in the first place, that it needed to be built fast. There'd be no wait should she take a rest now. "It would probably be smart to go now...while Zero's busy," she concluded, shifting her weight forward and jumping to her feet.
That little hop quickly turned out to be a mistake, as Ciel quickly discovered. "Ah!" Gravity was not kind to her inner workings, as the heavy quantities of urine weighed down once they had nowhere to press but down. Though her feet were planted steadily on the floor, her knees shook like jelly and buckled, and she fell hard on her shins. "A-ah!" Spreading her legs, Ciel shoved both hands up her short skirt and squeezed her groin tight through her bodysuit, as she closed her eyes and just focused.
It worked for now, and the burning pain in her bladder subsided. "Hah...hah...I'm already running out of time!" She had done well to stay dry in the face of that kind of pressure, a shameful accomplishment for her, but it looked like it wouldn't hold for long. "I need to visit the restroom, now." With a sense of urgency, Ciel climbed to her feet, brushed the dirt from the floor off her legs, and made for the door out of her room.
It was only as her hand gripped the knob that it occurred to her how this wouldn't be a simple trip. This Resistance Base was built in a hurry after their previous base was compromised a year ago, so even though she was the only one using it, the lone bathroom was not located next to her personal room. No, she'd have to pass through... "The Command Room...oh, boy." Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Ciel turned the knob and walked into the open hallway, stepping with a noticeable stiffness in her gait.
The journey started uneventful, with no one paying the scientist any mind. However, this did not extend to the Command Room itself, and both operators turned to face the former leader of the Resistance as she crossed the threshold. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as she realized she needed a real reason to come through here. "H-hello, Rouge. Hello, Jaune. How is Zero doing?"
Even with the operators' eyes covered by their visors, Ciel still soon realized that it was a bit of a stupid question, with expressions that just screamed "as badly as you could imagine". Ciel felt her heart sink into her stomach, and her stomach sink into her bladder.
Just to accentuate the point, Jaune turned a dial on her control panel, and the transmitter audio was patched through to the room's main speakers. "Why do you bother? Even if you help him, he won't thank you. And... If he lives, even more Resistance soldiers are going to die," accused a voice that Ciel couldn't place right now.
"I'll save this Reploid... And I won't let any more Resistance soldiers die," Zero responded to his conversation partner.
The implication certainly sounded worrying, and Ciel was almost tempted to stay around and see how it unfolded, for better or worse. That is, until her bladder panged once again, and she almost doubled over to resist the wet urge. "I need to go," she muttered under her breath, hobbling out of the Command Room with a pained expression.
Until a flashing red light enveloped the room, accompanied by a siren loud and surprising enough that Ciel jumped with a squeal. And worse yet, the sudden fright meant the scientist lost control over her bladder for a blink, and she couldn't regain control before the worst possible outcome. She froze as she felt a surge of warmth shoot through her urethra, and find its way into the pink underwear beneath her bodysuit with a small wet splotch.
Even as the spurt came to a halt, the alarm continued, and Rouge began rapidly pressing keys on her panel. "Emergency call for Zero! An unidentified object is rapidly flying toward the Resistance Base. Return to base immediately!"
"Ooh. Can you hear it? A bombardment aircraft is heading for your base with a special bomb."
"A-a bomb?!" Ciel almost leaked right then and there. This wasn't the first time Neo Arcadia had taken such drastic, to-the-point measures to stop the Resistance, but the timing couldn't be worse. "I can't take this kind of activity right now, not when I'm on the verge of wetting myself. I really need to use the bathroom," she whispered.
"Did you say something?" This time, Ciel definitely leaked. After all, nothing could be more surprising than the sudden voice of the Resistance's red hero, Zero, behind her.
Immediately, she yelped and flipped around with a nervous grin. "O-oh, nothing, Ze-" Her dismissal was cut off as she noticed it wasn't just Zero, but Elpizo, unconscious and being carried away by medics. "I-it's going badly all around, is it?"
If that choice of words gave something away, Zero either didn't notice or didn't care. "I'll take care of the bomb. Ready a shuttle."
Regardless of the impending danger, hearing Zero take charge of the situation would normally put Ciel's mind at ease. She should have felt confident knowing that Zero would keep them safe, secure enough to run to the toilet, but there was just one worry eating away at her. "Zero...I'm coming with you! If it's carrying a special bomb, I don't think you can just destroy it. You must neutralize it before you can destroy it."
Zero was quick to answer. "No. It's too dangerous."
"I really don't want to either, but I can't let you do something reckless. You know we have no other choice."
Zero was silent for a minute, Ciel all the while feeling herself slipping further and further towards a slip she could never recover from, before his terse response. "Use a Portable Trans Server. I'll let you know when."
"The shuttle is ready," Jaune interjected.
"Be ready at a moment's notice," Zero instructed. "I won't be long." With that, he ran out of the Command Room, leaving an eerie quietness in the wake.
Rouge broke the silence a moment later. "Well, you've got your wish," she offered, a cheeky cadence clear in her tone.
"W-what do you mean," Ciel asked.
Jaune took over, with the same inflection as her fellow operator. "A date with Zero, of course."
She was already running a bit warm, thanks to the exertion of keeping all this urine inside her, but that suggestion caused a blush so hard that she could perfectly imagine smoke escaping her ears. "T-t-t-t-that's not at all what's happening!"
Rouge and Jaune waved the scientist off, dismissing her denial no matter how much she pouted. Eventually, she was forced to concede, and realize: maybe they were right, to a degree. "But, why now? I'd never be able to live with myself if I were to wet myself in front of him!" Ciel shifted her feet so that her thighs were closer together, close enough to apply pressure to the parts she enjoyed exclusively as a human. "Zero's been strong for all of us, so I have to be strong, too!" It was easy to talk big, but the time passing was already getting to her. "Just have to be strong..."
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The minutes ticked by, every cycle moving at one-tenth speed in Ciel's urine-riddled mind, as she waited idly by in the Command Room, having taken to sitting on the cold floor, just in case her knees gave out. Her heart continued to race at the thought of Zero, miles in the air, infiltrating the air force of Neo Arcadia in the most dangerous way possible. Even if she didn't need to tag along for the first half, it was scary to think about. If she had to look down from above the clouds, she'd wet herself for sure.
Of course, it wasn't just worry that made the threat of an accident seem so very real. Even if all were calm, her bladder would still be on the verge of voiding its volume. Every second, unrelenting, was the pounding of waves of urine from inside, attempting to force the hot and heavy liquid out, whether she was on a toilet or not, whether she had privacy or not. A golden fountain ready to burst forth.
So, why hadn't she run to the bathroom yet? At the moment, she was just sitting around waiting for Zero to call, why couldn't she make use of that time to do something productive? Well, for one thing, she'd feel kind of stupid bolting off in front of Rouge and Jaune to go potty, especially with the extremely real possibility that she'd need to hold herself tight on the way. For a high-ranking member of the Resistance, such a demeaning act would haunt her for the rest of her days.
However, even that threat of humiliation paled in comparison to the true fear that kept Ciel grounded to this spot. "What if I were to get up...and Zero called for me then?!" Her duty to Zero was of vital importance, if she were to keep him waiting because she was on the toilet, they could all be blown to smithereens! Or she'd disappoint Zero! No, she couldn't let down someone who was working so hard because of one little need. "He's quick, he'll call any minute...You can last a tiny bit longer, Ciel."
As soon as she had justified her decision, she was punished for making a choice. A huge surge of agonizing pain pounded from her bladder, an outward pressure that threatened to burst the organ wide open. Her eyes shot open and teeth clenched as every muscle down below tensed, all in the long-shot hope that it would be enough to push back the burning urge a bit longer. And it wasn't just her insides feeling warmth because of it all, while her underwear had chilled since her initial leaking, it was suddenly tepid again. And, sitting down this time, it spread across the curve of her rear end as well, with a few snakes down her the legs of her bodysuit to boot.
Twice as quickly as she had made up her mind the first time, she changed her final decision. "I...I think I left a piece of equipment running in my room," she fibbed, shakily standing up, and began hobbling towards the nearby door. A extremely careful look would have revealed a dribble or two falling from between her legs, splashing onto the metal floor with a tiny drip.
Just as she put her hand on the door and watched it open, Jaune stopped her with an observation. "Ms. Ciel, your room is through the other door."
That's right, the reason Ciel came out into the Command Room in the first place was to pass through in order to reach the bathroom. Going back to her room would accomplish nothing. "Unless I..." The idea that there may be an empty container or two sitting idly in Ciel's room flashed in her mind, all accompanied by a barrage of indecent images, images well beyond any experiment she had ever performed. "Nonononono, I can't!"
"What was that, Ciel," asked Rouge, who would probably have a cocked eyebrow if she didn't have a visor covering half her face.
"Eep! I-I know where my room is! I just...I have something else I should attend to, over here. Just call me back when Zero's ready." Though even she knew it was a flimsy excuse, it was the only means she had to get closer to the bathroom she needed so, so badly.
Just as she put one foot through the doorframe, a red light began flashing and a siren blared, all accompanied by Zero's voice over the radio. "I set the transfer coordinates. Transfer Ciel here."
A cold sweat dripped down Ciel's face, while a warm drop simultaneously dripped down her thigh. "G-guess I'm going now." She couldn't even argue it, just resign herself to this terrible outcome. She couldn't even hide her displeasure as she stumbled onto the transfer pad, and allowed the teleportation process to engulf her, and a blinding light disguised her instant transport onto the airship.
As her new surroundings set in, Ciel found that she couldn't pay even the slightest bit of attention to the locale. As far as she was concerned, in the absence of a toilet, she was in a blank void with nothing but the computer behind her and Zero in front of her, the latter meaning she couldn't use a toilet even if there were one. Which meant the only way through was straight, defuse the bomb just as promised and get back before anything unpleasant could flood out.
Shaking and unbalanced, Ciel faced the large computer terminal and began working on the keyboard. "I'll...g-get this done quickly." That speed wasn't just a helpful bonus, it was a necessity. If she didn't get her work done fast, both the Resistance Base and Ciel's panties would be destroyed. It just couldn't take too long, and she'd know for sure once she began the disarming process. Before long, as her fingers tapped the keys without thinking, she was well underway, and it became all too clear how much security there was. "I'll need...ninety seconds," she gulped, sheepishly turning her head to face Zero. "Please, provide cover for me..."
With nothing more than a nod, Zero brought the green blade of his ignited Z-Saber before him in a ready stance. And none too soon, as the forces of Neo Arcadia, comprised primarily of Pantheon Hoppers, began pouring through a door on the distant end of the room, crawling on the floor and prowling the ceiling, with a few Pluggers firing pellets for extra pressure. Clearly, Zero would have his hands full protecting Ciel as she worked.
And work she did. It was all she could do, just put all her focus into the task at hand. The world around her seemed to disappear with every click of the keyboard, and her job in the middle of this battlefield inched ever closer to completion. Really, the only thing other than this computer screen that refused to be forgotten was, of course, her bloated bladder. How could she possibly ignore a mass of urine so heavy that it felt like it doubled her weight, when it continued to siphon concentration from the one other need she had for focus at the given moment.
And the constant sound of mechaniloids being slashed apart was doing nothing to aid her plight. Zero was an extremely capable combatant, but he wasn't perfect. Sometimes, one of the enemies would hop closer to Ciel than the rest, and while she wouldn't dare turn to look, she most certainly heard the sizzle and crackle of a laser blade cutting through robotic bodies. She couldn't miss it, the sound was sudden and loud. Without the ability to brace for it, each one was sure to spring a little leak. By this point, she had gotten used to her groin feeling like it was soaking in a warm, very unclean bath.
But by far, the worst part was the distorted passage of time. Even with only a minute and a half of work required, it seemed to crawl at a snail's pace. An eternity could pass in her mind, but only a fraction of the disarming was completed. She was standing on the edge of a cliff, leaning and ready to fall face first into a raging golden sea. She felt like she had been ready to burst for an hour, and was only now seeing visible progress on the screen. "I-I think I'm about halfway done." 45 seconds down, 45 seconds to go.
She didn't notice it happening as it did, but she certainly noticed the aftermath. There was no way she couldn't have. Time was already moving at a snail's pace for Ciel, but a brief flash of light out of the corner of her eye sent it crawling at a tenth's speed. She didn't even recognize it at first, being more of an "in-the-lab" kind of girl, but as it whizzed by her ear, and she caught a better glance, she placed it: a plasma bullet. No doubt fired by one of the Pluggers, a shot that barely missed Ciel.
Ciel was no stranger to being fired at. A horde of Pantheons were shooting at her when she first found Zero, after all. But there was a difference, a vast difference, between knowing something was gunning for her and being shot at from behind without any prior warning. A sudden fear shot down her spine as the blast collided with and sizzled against the console she was working on, thankfully not affecting the function of the computer, and she froze, her fingers still extended and stiff.
And, of course, being scared out of your mind, even for a second, leads to a lot of bad things when coupled with a full bladder. Ciel couldn't move, but she felt her bottoms grow significantly warmer as a growing portion of her crotch began sticking to her privates, coupled with tepid snakes down the legs of her bodysuit tights. It didn't take a genius to know she had started to wet herself. "Aaiiyyaaahhhh!" The scientist could do little more to stem the flow besides crossing her legs, squeezing her thighs hard.
Despite her scream, Zero made no movements to support her. However, she soon heard the red Reploid dash away and violently slash at something in the distance. Regardless of the true nature of his actions, and in spite of her pain and other discomforts, her interpretation was enough to cause her to smile. For a brief second, at least, before the wetness dampened her spirits as well as her bodysuit. That was more than enough to shake her back to the reality of the current moment, and back to work she went, with renewed fear that she was on her last legs here.
It was so bad that Ciel was starting to make mistakes with her work. A few spasms of her fingers causing a few missed keystrokes, resetting her back to the last step of her disarming procedure, adding more and more seconds to completion. A drop of sweat fell from her forehead and splashed onto the keyboard, shaken loose by a deep breath as she strained to steady herself. "Come on, come on..." Ciel could do nothing but beg her body to stay strong and let her finish the task. After all, it's not like there was anything else she could do.
Or, there was a way to get out of this predicament right now, technically. This was a life or death situation, there was nothing more imperative than properly disarming the bomb. And if she couldn't concentrate well enough while holding a bladder overflowing with urine...she could remove her bladder as a distraction. Just relax her muscles, flood the floor, and redirect her full mental faculties onto the computer.
Would it work? Well, unless the surge of relief was too much for her to handle and she locked up even worse, it was almost guaranteed to be successful. It just...required she wet her pants. Certainly a hard pill to swallow in any circumstance, but there was one factor that elevated the horror to unimaginable levels: Zero. He wasn't deaf, if Ciel started flooding pee onto the airship floor, he'd know. How could she ever explain it? How could she ever look him in the eye again?
"No...no, I can hold out just a little longer...just enough to finish here." She didn't sound confident, even when only talking to herself, and it wasn't hard to imagine why; her legs were shaking as the occasional drip plummeted from up her skirt, her chest was heaving as her face practically glowed pink. It wasn't just this literal bomb on a strict timer to detonation, Ciel herself could blow at any moment too! And she had no clue how long the clock on either was.
Then the computer dinged, gratefully gently and quietly enough to not startle Ciel. She was volatile, after all. She was not, however, incompetent, as even severely handicapped and far past distracted, she somehow managed to properly complete the disarming process. She didn't even believe it herself, not at first, but a double and triple take at the monitor confirmed: the bomb was safe. "The fuse has been released," she called out as she turned, her voice wavering the whole time.
At the same time, the large army of mechaniloids had been whittled down to just one behind Ciel's back, and that one was currently being bisected by Zero's Z-Saber. And once it had been split apart completely, he deactivated the blade"So there's no threat now?"
"Y-yes, it's fine. Now, could we please leave here quickly?" It took every bit of Ciel's will to not dance in place. No force on Earth could stop her from fidgeting and twisting her heel, though.
"There's still interference over the Trans Server," Jaune reported over the comm channel. "We can only transfer one of you at a time!"
"Ciel, you go first." Zero didn't hesitate in suggesting that.
"O-okay! Just follow right after!" Truthfully, if Zero didn't suggest it, she likely would have started begging to go back to the base first, anything to get back to the toilet quicker.
"Transfer commencing." Ciel only saw Zero nod in understanding before the blinding flash of teleportation washed over her eyes, filling her vision with nothing but white. It only lasted for a few seconds, and when it faded, the sterile, computerized walls of the Resistance Base's Command Room awaited her, just as it should.
"So close..." Now that she was back in the base, all that Ciel wanted to do was give a polite "excuse me for a moment" and hobble off to the bathroom. Something that would allow the modest scientist to maintain her dignity, and ideally, leaving everyone none the wiser. Well, ideally, she'd properly walk to the toilet, but she was smart enough to know what was impossible.
What she didn't realize, however, was what was not so much impossible, but highly improbable. After she made one waddle-step towards the restroom, she quickly realized how little strength she had left to move. As soon as her foot touched the floor, the tiny impact sent a vibration up her leg, resulting in severe ripples all throughout her bladder. And there wasn't a lot of room for it to slosh around, so the force had to go somewhere else. It instead focused on the exit chute from her bladder, tickling the sensitive inner workings and causing shivers.
That wasn't good for Ciel's stressed bladder, and yet another dribble found its new home in her panties. No, "dribble" was nowhere close to being strong enough to be the accurate descriptor. This was far more of a "jet", even if only for a second, a full-force spurt of urine strong enough to shoot straight through both her underwear and her bodysuit. The hum of computer equipment and the distant noises of footsteps all muted themselves in the scientist's ears, leaving the only sound ringing the harsh splash of that shot of pee against the ground between her feet.
Ciel's pupils shrank as she processed the ramifications of what she had just done. This went far beyond a leak, this was the first step to wetting herself. Now that she had a taste of release, surely the rest of her contents would not be abated for long. No, it was imperative that she get to the toilet as soon as possible, and there was only one way to hold out on the trip there: both hands between her legs, holding tight enough that drips trickled between her fingers, and bolting from the room, screaming at the top of her lungs. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
As she dashed into the hallway, there was nothing, no obstacle that could stand in her way that would be enough to slow her down. Even the Resistance soldiers occupying the path could only watch, unable to step aside before Ciel barreled through them, knocking them aside in her mad sprint. She was wearing self-imposed blinders, and all she could see was the bathroom door. It was for the best that she was the only one who would have a reason to be in there, because she certainly paid no heed as she balled her right hand into a fist and slammed the access panel nearly hard enough to shake the foundation, with no regard for the delicate machinery. As the door opened, splitting at the center to retract into the upper frame and the door, she busted straight through as quickly as she could, almost tripping over the protruding door still jutting from the floor. The door had only just fully opened before it closed once more, Ciel now on the other side.
Under normal circumstances, she would still be far from done. Even with a toilet right in front of her, the clean water taunting her with every tiny ripple, the obstruction currently confounding her was just how many layers of clothing she had, primarily the bodysuit. It wasn't a simple matter of just lifting her skirt and sitting on the toilet, the stocking that clad her person was not so easy to undress on just her bottom half. Every time she wanted to answer nature's call, she had to slip off her gloves for precision, unbutton her pink vest and toss it aside, similarly unzip and ditch her pink dress beneath, pull the hidden zip on the back of her bodysuit, and draw her arms out from the sleeves so she could shove the rest down, at least to her knees. Yes, though the common bodysuit material worn by most was porous enough to safely pee through with minimal damage, Ciel's preference for wearing panties beneath made simply going through her clothes impossible, at least cleanly. If she wanted to not effectively wet herself, she had to take the time to strip down.
Ciel did not have that time. "I gotta gooooooooooo!" Instead, she cut every corner possible, instead lifting her skirt to allow herself to spread her legs and straddle the toilet seat while facing the back wall, completely reversed from the usual posture. It clearly wasn't comfortable, given that she had to wrap her arms around the tank to remain leaned forward, resting her chin on the top lid of the basin, quivering and gasping the entire time.
And she started peeing. She started peeing even before her butt touched down, leaving a splash of urine on the seat and the floor before it. But that didn't matter, the concept of having made a mess was possibly the farthest worry in Ciel's mind. Not that she could hear her inner thoughts to begin with, not over the roar of gushing scientist pee rendering all other auditory sense useless. There existed no world outside the walls of this closet, and no sound beyond the waterfall in the tiny gap between her privates and the water rapidly turning gold below. There was no better indicator that Ciel was human in a world of Reploids, having to answer this call.
Yes, even sitting on the toilet, she was still wetting herself. Lucky for her, then, that the damage was proving to be minimal. At least, as minimal as it could reasonably be. There was no understating just how badly Ciel had to go, and it was jetting out with such force that her clothing could not impede it, at least not much. Her crotch was still extremely warm and damp, some from the prior leaks but plenty from now, yet a significant portion of the urine flushed from her system stayed in a collected yet still messy torrent as it sprayed into the toilet.
The whole time, Ciel was finding it hard to stay conscious, in the face of the most overwhelming relief she had ever experienced. The blood had rushed to her face, she felt hot even with a layer of sweat dripping from beneath her bangs, caking the strands of hair to her skin. She was heaving like there was a shortage of oxygen, her chest pressing against the toilet tank with every full inhale. Her eyelids grew heavy and her head drooped forward, clinking against the porcelain with a little thud.
One would expect a cry of pain to follow, but that would be the exact opposite of the true reaction Ciel just couldn’t help but vocalize now. "HhhAahaaaAHAhAha...OoohhhhHngghngh...Haahhhhhhhhhh..." Any of the Reploids passing by would have some interesting ideas as to what was transpiring behind this door, but it really was a euphoric experience. It was certainly nothing new for a scientist to get lost in her work and neglect the bathroom for longer than was healthy, but that disregard had never once gone as dangerously far as this. Even trying her hardest, forcing herself to stay strong while pressed against the limit of what her bladder could handle, she had come closer to wetting herself than ever before. She was wetting herself, in a sense.
And it felt great. A wide smile stretched across Ciel’s cheeks as the torrent between her legs continued to rage, no matter how much of the fluid and wet fabric stuck to her sensitive unmentionables. Her bladder, once so bloated it had bulged on her belly, was shrinking until her stomach was smooth once more. And, as the volume ran its course, her dazzling deluge diminished to a delicate drizzle, until it dropped to a dull drip.
Even after she had finished, for a solid minute afterwards, Ciel could do nothing but pant and moan. With each heave, proper mental facilities began to clear the clouded haze her brain sat in, at least enough to remind her of the "accident" she was currently sitting in. Still, she wasn’t too upset about the fact, not when she was still basking in the glow of a bursting pee, still tingling a bit down below.
Finally, she took one last deep breath, and looked down to inspect the damage to her clothes, only to find nothing. Because, in her hurry, she had neglected to turn on the bathroom light, having done her tinkling in pitch-black darkness instead. Thankfully, the room wasn’t much bigger than the toilet it housed, so she could reach the light switch just by circling her arm back and flicking the tab upwards, reeling back and squinting as the bulb illuminated her tiny surroundings.
Now, she could see everything. The light reflected off the streaks of urine snaking down her thighs, and looking closely, she caught a glimpse of her panties through the tight bodysuit. Even with the visual obstruction, the dark, splotchy wet patch tainting her underwear was absolutely clear. Not that she couldn’t feel it, but seeing the thorough drenching she gave the pink undergarment doubled the pit in her stomach. There was a roll of toilet paper beside her, but unless she wanted to undress now, way too late, there wasn’t much wiping she could do. Just a few squares to clean up the dribbles left on the toilet seat and the floor.
"...I need to change." Scrambling to her feet, Ciel pushed down the handle adorning the side of the toilet tank, watching the yellow water swirl down the drain with a loud, deep hiss. With the final remnants of her desperation flushed away, she turned around and reached for the door access panel. However, before her finger could touch the open button, she froze. "I’ll have to cross through the Command Room." Her heart sank, knowing that her pee stains weren’t exactly invisible, and she’d have to flaunt them through the all-important hub of the Resistance Base to get to her room to switch clothes.
She hesitated a good long while, shaking, before she pressed the button. "Just bear it for a little, Ciel," she gulped, watching the door open in what seemed like slow-motion, and stepped out. Her walk was stiff and unnatural, an unconscious effort to keep herself comfortable with a massive damp spot pressed against her girl parts. But, if anyone even noticed her weird gait, they said nothing. She remained uninterrupted as she passed through the door into the Command Room.
But that was only the first hurdle cleared, because Rouge and Jaune weren’t going to just ignore her. They didn’t say anything, but they stopped what they were doing to look at Ciel as she entered. An awkward silence followed, one where Ciel could do nothing but stop and smile, internally begging that the operators wouldn’t look any further down. "Hehe...hello there. I’ve...got some things to do, so I’ll get going..." Without breaking that uncomfortable grin, she began to hurry out of the room. Until a short pillar of light suddenly materialized in the center, and she almost ran face-first into it. If she hadn’t peed yet, that surprise would be the source of a leak, no question. She could only watch as the light began to morph into a familiar figure, before the brightness faded, revealing some choice red features. An even worse surprise. "Z-Zero! You’re only just getting back?!"
"There were some difficulties with the Trans Server after you left, so I had to take the hard way out." He didn’t even sound inconvenienced; whatever he had gone through, it was evidently nothing more taxing than his usual work.
Actually, now that Ciel was getting a closer look, she could see that Zero was covered in scuffs, scratches, black burn marks, covering his frame. "You’re hurt!" She rushed to Zero’s side, gingerly rubbing down his injuries.
"It’s nothing serious. There’s no need to fuss about it. There’s more important matters at hand."
Backing off, Ciel folded her arms behind her back and shifted her feet in place, quickly reminding her exactly what she had to hide for a little longer. For now, Zero seemed to be none the wiser, so she wouldn’t draw attention to it. "If you’re sure...but don’t push yourself. Please talk to Cerveau at some point."
"Alright, I will. But first, where’s Commander Elpizo?"
"Likely still undergoing treatment," Rouge interjected. "We’ll let you know if his condition changes."
"You have some free time now, Zero," Jaune let him know. "Maybe you’d like to spend it with Ciel?" The cheeky suggestive tone was just dripping off her words.
And, truth be told, Ciel would normally be elated to spend some quality time with Zero. If only it wasn’t now, if only it wasn’t when she really had something else to attend to. "I-I actually have some really important research to do, and I’d like to concentrate on it. So, I’d prefer to have some alone time."
Once again, Zero wasn’t big on questioning. "Alright. I’ll get myself cleaned then." Without much direction, he wandered off, through the door Ciel had come through just prior.
Things quieted down, yet Ciel found herself sticking around, without a way to excuse herself. The task ended up falling to Rouge. "If you have something so important that you’d turn down Zero, you’d best get to it, Dr. Ciel."
"Ah! Y-yes, I should!" With the same uncomfortable walk she entered with, Ciel hurried from the room, back to the empty hallway outside her personal quarters.
From that point on, she had privacy. She locked the door behind her to make extra sure she could get away with her shameful display, and began hurriedly stripping off every article of clothing she wore. Getting an outside view of the stained bodysuit was bad enough, but nothing compared to when she looked down afterwards and was met with the unobstructed gaze of her soaked panties. The pink material was now heavily darkened and a little discolored because of the vast quantities of urine that had passed through, and they seemed unsalvageable. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to wash them when no one was looking, however, and she wrapped both the bodysuit and the underwear in a towel and hid them beneath her bed for the time being. Finally, she opened her closet and pulled out a spare set, hastily redressing herself to look totally presentable.
She wasn’t exactly lying about having important work to do, so with the evidence of her accident behind her, the scientist sat down at her computer, pulled down a pair of goggles over her eyes, and began toiling away at her energy research. Yet, no matter how much she attempted to lose herself in her duties, the memories of earlier continued to bother her. She had been in so much pain, in such an inconvenient location to have to pee, flushed it all from her bladder in a wonderful pit stop, and had to hide the clues to everything she had hidden for what felt like forever.
However, that wasn’t the part that kept her from focusing. "I made myself useful to Zero. I got to do something with Zero. I helped Zero." Regardless of everything horrible that she had suffered through, this little human had the giddiest, goofiest smile as she continued to work. |
An old league story I wrote years ago, though I should finally share it to the proper site.
Sirens screamed through the city streets of Piltover as a police car tore down the street. Inside the speeding car was one of the city’s best cops, a pink short haired woman named Vi. Vi wasn’t your usual officer of the law though as she grew up as a criminal, which gave her an edge dealing with them. Even with her street smarts she still had a tendency to act rash and not think her actions through and often got herself in troublesome situations. Making one last hard turn, Vi wondered if this was going to be another one of those situations, but only for a minute as she pulled up to a large abandoned warehouse.
Moments ago, someone reported that the psychotic woman known only as Jinx was spotted lurking around this warehouse. Vi the only office near the building so she rushed to it as quickly as she could, despite her sheriff telling her to wait for backup. Vi wasn’t going to risk this psycho escaping the law like she had many times before. Jinx caused the city and police force so much pain, ranging from childish insults to deadly pranks and out right terrorism. Vi wasn’t going to give her a chance to cause anymore carnage. She stepped out her cruiser, revealing her uniform, which was made up of corset like top with a black tie, still revealing much of her large breasts. Her lower half was covered by tight polyester pants and knee high combat boots. All of this was a colored dark blue, minus the boots, which were pitch black in comparison.
Vi bounced awkwardly from foot to foot for a moment, as she pulled out of the rush of catching Jinx and was suddenly reminded of what she was doing before she jumped into action. Vi, like many of the officers on the Piltover force, had a strong addiction to coffee. Of course this came from their need to constantly be awake and alert, but for Vi it had another, less helpful side effect. All the caffeine intake filled Vi’s bladder rather quickly, forcing her to make several restroom visits a day. She was about to take a restroom break before she got the call and rushed out,pushing her personal needs to the back of her mind. For a moment she considered relieving herself right in the lot of the warehouse before reminding herself that she was an officer of the law not a crook. During her life of crime Vi would drop her pants whenever she needed to take a leak, but now she upheld the law and couldn’t be seen urinating in public, which was at very least a minor infraction.
Luckily, through all her police training, Vi had a near iron tight bladder, so she knew she could hold out long enough to catch Jinx. Right before she went inside the building, Vi opened up her trunk and grabbed her weapons, two high-tech power gauntlets and slipped them on. These gloves, of her own invention, dramatically increased her strength, which made up for her lack of the usual police weaponry. Making her way over to the warehouse doors, she pried them open with ease and slid inside.
Once inside, Vi carefully observed the layout of the building. All she could see on the ground floor was stacks and stacks of wood crates along with several walkways near the ceiling of the building, leading to several stairways and offices. All of this made Vi feel rather uneasy. Simply exploring the building would leave her with many blind spots with so many easy places for someone to hide. On top of that Vi couldn’t shake the creepy uncomfortable vibe that the building gave off, especially since the building had a psychopath hiding in it. But all this didn’t deter her one bit in the end, as she walked deeper into the building, the steps from her boots echoed throughout the warehouse, loudly announcing her presence to anyone inside. And someone noticed, as just a few seconds after her steps echoed through the building, a cold blood curling laugh rang alongside her steps.
Vi quickly, moved into a defensive pose, crouching down and covering her most of her body with her large metal gauntlets.
“Is that you, Jinx?” Vi shouted into the darkness, a slight grin on her face. “Come out with your hands up, so I don’t have to beat you!”
Another laugh rang through the building, this time followed by the voice of a loud and obnoxious young woman. “And why should I do that, Fatass?”
Vi cringed at the remark. Through their many failed attempts to apprehend Jinx, the psycho started giving insulting nicknames to each of the officers she constantly came into contact with, almost as if they were pet names. Jinx’s nickname for Vi came from the fact that Vi had an unusually large, round and jiggly rear end. It didn’t help that Vi was sort of sensitive about her rear, and the name pushed all of her buttons.
“B-Because I told you to, dumbass!” Vi shouted back, bubbling with agitation.
“That’s not a very good reason. Especially considering I saw you pull up all alone with no sign of backup for miles.” Jinx let out an ominous giggle. “And I could have sworn I saw you doing a pee-pee dance, just before you came inside, Fatass.”
Almost as if on queue, Vi’s bladder gave an uncomfortable pulse as Jinx taunted her, causing her face to immediately flush and turn almost as bright pink as her hair. She didn’t expect Jinx to be so observant, and now it was as if Jinx had just caught Vi with her pants down. Vi knew everything from this point on wasn’t going to be easy. There were only two ways that she was getting out of here. The first was what she had already come to do, catch Jinx. The second was being humiliated by her, or worse. Regardless, Vi wasn't going to run from Jinx, she had to try and stop her.
“I told you to come out, not run your mouth.” Vi shouted, with as much authority as she could muster in her current state. “I-I won’t ask you again, Jinx.”
“Have it your way, Fatass!” Once more the warehouse filled with Jinx’s crazed laugh, and then suddenly a loud bag filled the warehouse and Vi felt something zip by her ear. Vi loudly shouted an expletive as she fell on her rear from the shock of what she could only assume was a bullet, nearly missing her head even with the protection of her gauntlets. Before Vi could even recover another bang rang through the warehouse, this time the bullet hit even closer to her, being inches away from her crotch. Despite her tough exterior Vi couldn’t help but let out an involuntary scream when she noticed this. Her scream was as followed by another involuntary bodily action, as a spurt of hot urine shot into her underwear.
Trying not to focus on the small warm patch in her panties, Vi made a run for one of the many stacks of crates near her. As she moved Jinx fired two more shots at her, but this time Vi was ready for them and blocked them with her gauntlets before sliding behind the crates. Once covered, Vi tried to look around for where Jinx was without peeking out too much. As she did her bladder surged once again, forcing her to hunker down. Vi wanted nothing more than to hold her crotch with her hands. Unfortunately her giant gauntlets were just barely the size of her rear, so trying to grab her crotch with just one hand was out of the question. Vi was forced to just bite her lip, and press her thighs together, trying to comfort her bladder while she could.
Peeking once more, Vi’s eyes darted all over the warehouse trying to just catch a glimpse of her assailant, and this time she did. On top of one of the crate stacks stood a short skinny pale woman with long neon blue ponytails and a crazed yellow smile on her face. She wore practically nothing, but a small pink and black bra and a pink pair of short shorts that showed off more of her butt, acting more like a thong than pants. As if her appearance could be any weirder, she held two giant hand guns in each of her hands, clashing with pale scanty appearance.
“Where are you hiding, Oinker? Surely you can’t keep that huge ass hidden forever!” Jinx said with a crackle as she leaped from high point to high point, looking down at each blind spot in the building, slowing making her way over to Vi’s. Sweat dripped down Vi’s brow as she heard the thunk of Jinx’s boots on each crate she jumped to. Soon, she would be over her head, and Vi knew she would have to act. This would be her best chance to take her out in one blow.
As Jinx landed above Vi’s hiding spot, she jumped into action, sending a powerful punch to the lower boxes, destroying them, knocking the rest of them back, and Jinx along with them.
“D-damn it!” yelled the pale woman as she lost her footing and fell to the ground, losing one of her guns in the process. As Jinx fell to the ground, Vi readied her right fist, powering up her glove to knock Jinx out. But as she powered her glove up, Vi was hit with another surge of desperation from her bladder, and this one was much worse than the last. The urge was so powerful Vi had to slam her thighs together to stop it, but it wasn’t enough as several quick jets of urine still leaked into her panties and rolled down her right leg, leaving a visible wet line on her pants as it went. Vi buckled forward instinctively putting her right hand to her stomach to try and calm her bladder, but all it really did was her lose her chance to knock Jinx out.
Not more than a few moments after Jinx hit the ground, the blue haired woman recovered and aimed her remaining pistol at Vi, but much to her surprise, the tall pink haired woman was gone.
“Why are you running away, fatty? It’s not like you're going anywhere fast with that chunky ass!?” Jinx shouted in a loud, angry voice, her eyes darting around, before noticing a small yellow puddle on the ground. Jinx calmed down and grinned. Talking once again her usual taunting childish tone. “How long before little piggy goes pee pee?”
Jinx’s last words rang through Vi’s ears as she found herself hiding up on one of the metal walkways above the piles of boxes. As she carefully watched below for Jinx, she took her gauntlets off so she could properly hold herself. She could feel instant relief of pressure as she grabbed her crotch in her hand. Despite how good it felt to finally hold herself, Vi knew she still didn’t have much time before she really had no choice but to relieve herself, whether she would want to or not.
Several minutes passed, and Vi felt she had calmed her bladder down enough to move again. She stood herself up, balancing herself on the walkways railings. Looking down at her gauntlets on the ground, Vi decided to leave them. Right now, Vi felt that not wetting herself and remaining un-humiliated was the most important thing to her. Soon enough the rest of the police force would arrive and she could retrieve her glove later. There was no way she was going to let her fellow officers see her in a urine soaked uniform. It would be humiliating and degrade the past year of respect she had built with them since she turned away from a life of crime.
Beginning to walk across the walkway, Vi caught the color blue out of the corner of her eye. Standing just below her was the pale psycho, holding her gun up, her head shooting from side to side, looking for her opponent. Upon seeing Jinx, Vi almost screamed out, but quickly stopped herself by covering her mouth, moving her hand from her crotch to her mouth.
This of course was not without consequence, as Vi experienced another leak almost as soon as she moved her hand. A stream of warm urine forced its way out, soaking Vi’s underwear and shooting right through her pants, landing on top of the woman below.
The second Jinx felt the warm splash of urine hit the top of her head, she stopped right in place, knowing exactly what it was. Her eyes and smile widened as she slowly looked up at the walkway to see a head of pink hair looking down at her with shock covering her face. The second their eyes met, both women burst into action. Jinx darted toward the stairs, gun in hand, excitement rushing through her. Vi on the other hand, ran the best she could, trying to find some place to hide. She came to a row of several doors, and Vi had no idea where they went.
Not knowing what else to do, Vi randomly picked one and ran into it. Unfortunately, Vi picked the worst possible door as she found herself inside a broom closet. With nowhere else to go, Vi was forced to back herself into the broom closet, and hope for the best, with her legs crossed and her heart pounding.
Jinx bolted up the stairs and across the walkway reaching the row of doors and Jinx face lit up and she trembled with excitement, knowing that she had finally cornered her prey. All she had to do was pick the right door and Vi would be all hers. She looked from door to door, trying to pick the right one. Once again, Jinx looked to the floor for help once again, and it did not disappoint. A line of yellow drips pointed Jinx to a door with a janitors sign on it.
Jinx aimed her gun at the door and just as it seemed she was about to fire it, she instead kicked the door down with one swift kick. The door swung open, revealing the desperate cowering officer as she screamed out in shock. Jinx stomped toward her, aiming her gun right at women's pink head. Without warning or choice hot urine began flooding into Vi’s pants, soaking every inch of her legs and butt until her polyester pants shined wet with pee.
“N-n-no please!” Vi began to beg, despite the fact she was already wetting herself. Her lips trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “J-Jinx, p-please don't kill me!” Vi bawled.
Jinx however wasn’t listening, instead she was fixated on the large yellow puddle growing beneath her adversary, growing so large the puddle almost covered the entire floor of the small janitor’s closet. The closet also began to fill with a light stinky smell that snapped Jinx back into her usual self.
“Peee-yew! I guess you washed all those donuts down with coffee. What a pig.” Jinx sneered, waving her hand in front of her nose, watching Vi cry with great pleasure. Soon enough Vi’s bladder stopped, seeming to empty itself, and the room was no longer filled with the sound of hissing and splashing, but with giggling and bawling.
Vi stood awkwardly in front of her advisory, her tight pants glistening with pee. She could feel the puddles of warm piss in each of her boots squish uncomfortably as she shifted in place The cop's eyes were red and wet and her cheeks burned with humiliation. She was hoping to wake up any second from this nightmare but it didn't happen.
“Awww did you piss yourself little Piggy?” Jinx taunted, lowering the gun from Vi’s face, glowing in Vi’s humiliation. She had never dreamed of having Vi in such a powerless position, where she can make her piss herself and cry like a baby. Unfortunately for Jinx, she knew the rest of the police force would arrive soon, but that wasn't going to stop Jinx from destroying what little pride Vi had left.
“P-Please.” choked Vi between her tears. “Just let me go.”
Jinx grinned at Vi’s begging and took a pair of handcuffs from Vi’s belt and tightly fastened Vi’s hands behind her back. She forced Vi onto her knees, pressing her face down into her own piss, just leaving her rear up in the air.
“Bad cops should get punishment for drenching their uniforms with piss,don’t ya think, Fatty?” Vi glared back at Jinx with a despaired look. She pulled Vi’s pants down, just enough to reveal her large ass, crammed into a small pair of cotton white panties with a pink doughnut picture stretched across her arse.
Jinx giggled at the sight. “Your panty choice is a little on the nose.” she remarked, causing Vi to somehow flush even more. Grabbing a broom from the floor, Jinx lined it up with Vi’s ass, using the center of the doughnut like a target. Taking one heavy swing, she smashed the stick into Vi’s soppy wet rear, causing it to jiggle and shake, making a satisfying slapping noise ringing through inside the closet. The single hit stung Vi’s butt like fire, causing her to yelp out in pain, but Jinx wasn’t content with just one hit.
She began railing on Vi’s buttocks, slapping her over and over, slowly turning her butt cheeks as red as her face's cheeks. Squirming around in pain, Vi tried to move out of the way, but the pain was just too great. Much to both of the women’s surprise, Vi began pissing herself once again, this time with several quick spurting streams.
Jinx snickered at the sight. “Damn Vi, is your bladder as big as your ass?” Vi could only respond with vapid sobbing, as she laid motionless in her pool of urine.
Jinx grinned at Vi’s pathetic face, finally satisfied. She grabbed Vi’s chin and raised her face up a bit. “Don’t worry, you’re almost home free Fatty. There's just one last thing I need your cooperation with…”
Soon Vi found herself tied up. Her ankles bound together, her arms forced behind her back. Jinx even wrapped duct tape around her face, muffling her cries. Jinx waved sinisterly at the officer as she walked out out the closet leaving Vi immobile in her own puddle of piss. Vi struggled to try and break free from her binds. During her futile attempts Vi was interrupted by the sounds of police officers storming the building.
Upon her this, Vi began internally begging that none of her fellow officers found her, feeling that it would be better if they thought she was dead versus finding her in this state. Unfortunately for Vi however, it didn’t take long for the police force to follow her trail of pee much like Jinx did. The closet door creaked open and all of Vi’s fellow officers could either see or smell the full damage of her accident.
“The deputy pissed herself!” one officer shouted, dumbfounded. “She pissed her fucking pants!”
“Look at her ass! It's fatter out of her pants than in them!”
“It’s big and red alright. Did Jinx spank her!?”
“Forget her ass. Look at her panties! What is she, twelve?”
Once again Vi’s eye filled up with tears and she tried to look away from her officers but just ended up rolling around in her pee, humiliating herself more, and causing her coworkers to laugh aloud. It took almost an hour for the police force to stop berating their deputy and actually untie her or even move her from the closet. And it didn't stop there. Weeks after the incident all of the officers, even lower ranked ones snickered at her when she addressed them or called her names behind her back. Fortunately the higher ups didn’t remove her as deputy, but they did deny her request for a new uniform, forcing her to spend the rest of her days as an officer wearing a smelly and stained uniform.
Edited February 25, 2020 by Splishy
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PREFACE
This story follows five girls (Emma, Isabella, Maddy, Charlotte, Olivia), and there accidents & games at university. I’ve been planning for a while…so have a fair few ideas.
This is my first Fan Fiction, and I'd love to hear any feedback. Good and bad.
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CHAPTER 1 - Olivia's Secret
It all started one Friday night in the flat kitchen- it was the only communal the area they had. The girls had a second floor flat in their uni halls. And with Emma and Isabella at the gym for the evening, Maddy, Charlotte and Olivia had the flat to themselves. Charlotte was the tallest (5"8), just , followed by Maddy (5"7.5). They both had slim figures, and got a lot of guy attention. Charlotte was wearing a gold dress, with heels, showing off her athletic physique and had long brown hair. Whilst Maddy was wearing silver dress - which was ‘literally’ shining. Her hair was jet black. Olivia was lot shorter (5"4) , and was petit. She often got jealous of the other two's constant guy attention and had been plotting revenge, ‘so to speak’. Olivia, who was probably the smartest, knew she could get Maddy and Charlotte into her scheme, they were both quite ‘ditsy' after all. Olivia had wavy/curly strawberry blonde hair. Olivia had often thought that Charlotte and Maddy could've been long lost sisters. Olivia was wearing darkish blue skintight jeans, with a black top on, trying to flaunt her breasts, even though she knew it wouldn’t work with Charlotte and Maddy around.
The girls had started drinking and were chatting about their start to uni life, mainly about boys, and who they were interested in, or about how boring the lectures and seminars were. Neither had tried that hard or put much effort in their first assignment, but they'd planned this night out for afterwards as they felt they deserved it. It was shame all the girls weren’t there, Olivia thought. There was no real divide in the flat between the girls, but it was clear that Emma and Isabella were close, always going to the gym; and the same with Maddy, Charlotte and Olivia.
The girls were getting tipsy after an hour or so of drinking, it really didn't take long for Olivia, the girls knew that. She would even admit herself that she was a lightweight.
"We've got to get you another boy tonight Olivia," Maddy blurted out, her hand clutching her drink. In all honesty, Olivia wasn't too interested but went along with it anyway.
"Sure, lets do it" Olivia laughed, and the girls all clinked their drinks together.
Time was passing by and it was getting late; the girls were finishing their drinks. Olivia had been thinking about telling the girls her secret for a while - and tonight just felt like the right time. They were all pretty drunk and… Olivia was feeling confident for once. Olivia went and turned the music down and sat back with the girls.
"Can you keep a secret?" Olivia asked them both, franticly fidgeting with her hands under the table.
"Yeah course." Maddy replied. "We love you." Olivia wasn't sure if that was the booze talking or if she actually meant it.
"Spit it out" Charlotte said, in anticipation. Her eyes fixed on Olivia's.
"Oh, this is so embarrassing. So, the thing is...sometimes I enjoy wetting myself, and holding, you know...? When you're desperate and you and..." Olivia cut off.
Maddy and Charlotte's faces were stunned.
"Oh my god, Olivia what?.... That is embarrassing! ... so you wet your pants? what!?" Maddy said, still shocked.
"Wait, you have accidents...?" Charlotte asked, somewhat more polite than Maddy.
Olivia was instantly regretting the decision. 'Why did I sat that?' She thought. She could see behind Maddy’s and Charlotte's eyes they were disgusted. She tried to continue.
"It just....feels nice...sometimes." Olivia paused, "Sometimes it just turns me on I guess. Surely you've have close calls?" Olivia's eyes looked down.
"Wow, learn something new everyday. That's weird." Maddy butted in.
"So... have you 'wet yourslef' at uni?" Charlotte questioned.
Olivia looked back up. "Well...yeah...I guess so."
Maddy's eyes rolled, "Well thanks for telling us about your fetish, please don't pee on me anytime soon." Maddy thought about her close calls in school, but she'd always make it. I mean, she thought every girl 'just made it'.
Charlotte was also thinking about her long family car journey's, and how she’d had close calls, but 'Olivia actually liked it.'
Olivia got up from the table. "Fine, don't want to come out if you are just going to laugh at me." She slowly started heading towards the kitchen door.
"Nooo, don't go. Sorry." Maddy barked at Olivia, "We shouldn't have joked. May be we should make a chart..." Maddy swallowed, "you know like we have for boys...for your accidents."
"Stop messing with her." Charlotte butted in, and continued, "Ew, a wetting chart." She laughed to herself.
Olivia slowly stopped and turned back, she had an idea. "On one condition, we're all on the chart!?" Olivia smiled to herself.
"Hahaha...sure...not like we're the ones who like it" Maddy replied. Charlotte then nodded her head in agreement.
Olivia returned to the table, how she'd love to see one of the ‘pretty girls have an accident’, she thought to herself. "We should see tonight, who can hold it?" Olivia joked and turned to look at Maddy and Charlotte.
'Easy' Maddy though, "Haha, I'm in." She said with no hesitation. Both turned to look at Charlotte.
"What....fine then." Charlotte continued, "Please warn us when you're going to piss yourself though. Its a bit dirty."
The girls finished there drinks... and headed downstairs. "Oh, one more thing," Olivia said, "No peeing after 2am...just to make it interesting."
"Haha whatever," Charlotte said, not really thinking about it.
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The club they'd headed too was busy and they'd only gone so Maddy could see James. James was her tinder boyfriend. They'd only been seeing each other for a week or two but were never apart. Olivia had always thought he was an attractive boy from his pictures, with his long blonde hair but wasn't really her type. No boy was her type to be honest, even after the freshers incident - but that was a secret for another day.
Charlotte had all the boy attention too, drinks appearing from nowhere; obviously Charlotte working her magic to get them. Olivia was grateful though, saved her a lot of money. Olivia looked down at her watch, it was 2:45am. She'd stopped drinking at 2am and knew that Maddy and Charlotte were too drunk to realise the time - they were still on the vodka cokes. Olivia couldn't lie to herself, she was really hoping one of them would 'embarress themselves'.
"Meet James," Maddy shouted. Olivia felt like she'd already met him from the amount of pictures she'd seen.
"Hey. Nice to meet you." Olivia shouted back, quickly joining the circle. She did, after all, enjoy letting her hair down.
More time had passed and Olivia finally got what she wanted. "I need the toilet," Charlotte said. Olivia didn't fully hear at first but quickly realised.
"Its nearly 3am, cut off was 2!!" Olivia snapped back.
'What the fuck...are we really doing this?" Charlotte was agitated and Olivia could barely hear her over the music.
"Haha yeah, why not? It's only a bit of fun." Olivia was enjoying herself. She knew it was more than a bit of fun, neither Charlotte and Maddy would want to have an accident. Olivia without even drinking since 2, was already getting desperate though.
"Won't be fun when you pee yourself" Charlotte laughed back, "But fine...whatever...let's play your silly game."
The girls left the club fifteen minutes laters. The breeze was cool but still warm enough for both Maddy and Charlotte to be in their dresses. Maddy's dress was still shining, even in the dark.
"Can't believe you didn't let me use the toilet." Charlotte remarked. She was trying to tell herself she was fine, but she was already quite desperate.
"Don't tell me you're going to have an accident too...?" Maddy replied. "I've been playing by the rules and I'm..." Before Maddy could finish, James was dragging her away. He quickly said his goodbyes and hurried away to catch up with his mates.
"I need to go." Olivia said when Maddy returned. "Can we get a taxi back?" Olivia really was desperate, pressing her thighs. She wasn’t sure if it was sweat, but it was definitely warm by her crotch.
"Fine..." Maddy replied. She signalled and a black cab pulled over.
Charlotte didn't want to say anything but she'd definitely just dribbled a little bit. She knew she was in trouble, she needed to get back.
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The taxi back from the club seemed to take an eternity,"How much longer?" Charlotte asked.
"Two seconds love." He replied.
She recognised where they were and was overjoyed inside. The cab then hit the speed bump at the entrance to their accommodation. More dribbled out on to Charlotte's gold panties. She quickly realised they were wet. She'd been in this situation before, but only by herself, and she'd always made it. She had to regain her composure.
Olivia had already admitted to the girls in the taxi she was probably going to lose it. Her legs were crossed throughout the duration of the journey, and were bobbing up and down. Maddy wasn't giving any signs away, she could see the other girls were struggling. Although she was desperate and had definitely leaked a little going over the speed bump, but she was stubborn, and refused to lose.
They'd barely even made it to the outside door of the apartment when a long stream went down Olivia's legs, Maddy who was walking behind her saw her jeans go a darker shade of blue.
"Oh my god!! Olivia's pissing herself!" Maddy laughed, she twinged, her hand rushed to her crotch as she dribbled a bit. ‘Shit!’. She knew her thong was wet.
"Oh No" Olivia's mouth widened. They could all hear the hissing as Olivia was wetting her jeans. Her knees were pushed together and more streaks were forming down the front, side and back of her jeans. The hissing quietened but both Maddy and Charlotte were coming to terms with what they were seeing.
"Well, there you go....I've lost." Olivia looked defeated but laughed to herself, scanning the damage; she was soaked but she knew for the other girls to even contemplate having an accident, she'd have to lose this time to gain their trust.
The girls were still stood outside. "Can we go in now...I'm about to do the same. And this dress is expensive." Charlotte was reaching her limit. She’d reached her limit in the cab. She kept trying to hold it back but more little dribbles kept coming out. As they reached the entrance to Olivia's flat, she felt warmth on her upper legs. She was wetting herself. They rushed into the Olivia's ensuite bathroom. She didn't have time to keep composure now.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK, MOVE OLIVIA!" Charlotte demanded. Olivia had stumbled over in her wet jeans blocking Charlotte as she tried to rush past.
Olivia could see droplets running down Charlotte's long legs, and carefully hid a smile to herself. She'd actually managed to convince the girls into this game.
"FUCK, I ... Can't get the dress off!" Charlotte was pushing hard into her crotch, as hard as her hands could, but it was no use. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she felt the warmth spread round to her bum and her thighs.
"FUCK, NO, I'm pissing my pants!" Charlotte bit her lip and felt like time froze as she stood there. Pee was racing through her gold panties, down her legs and staining her dress. She was wetting herself right in front of Olivia and Maddy. A huge puddle forming on the bathroom floor beneath her.
Charlotte was in shock, "Olivia...this is so your fault! What the fuck!” Her black heels were soaked and all she could feel was her gold panties stuck to her. She froze. She couldn’t think.
Olivia really did love the girls for playing but couldn't help but laugh to herself 'Pretty Charlotte's had an accident'.
Maddy who was stood at the door let out another laugh, and a leak in the process. "Oh my god Charlotte. So much for dirty, look at you!" She smiled, "I'm still dry". "GUESS I WIN!" Maddy shouted, obviously lying!
Maddy had no idea how she'd held it as she rushed back into her bathroom. She pulled up her silver dress, and moved her thong to one side. Pee fired out of her...for a good minute. Her ears were ringing from the club and she could barely hear the splattering sound of pee as it hit the toilet. She sat and contemplated why she'd agreed to play the game after all. May be I can't hold my pee she thought to herself? Her white thong was wet, very wet...all the little dribbles had taken its toll. 'Fuck' she thought. 'I'm nineteen, can't be pissing my pants like those babies. At least I’m not like Charlotte’. She left her wet thong on the floor in the bathroom and looked at her phone. She quickly replied to a message from James before slipping a new pair of knickers on and a baggy t-shirt. Falling on her pillow; the world was spinning as she fell asleep.
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Olivia was up first in the morning and whilst making breakfast, made the 'accident' chart. She added all the girls names, 'just in case' she thought. Adding a forward slash next to herself and Charlotte's. Watching Charlotte have an accident had really turned her on. She'd certainly gone to bed happy. Charlotte on the other had instantly stormed back into her room. She was devastated. She'd pissed herself for the first time ever, not counting her younger years. She striped off and showered before falling into a deep sleep, the moment of relief in Olivia’s playing over and over in her mind.
Emma and Isabella had been oblivious to it all but got all the gossip in the morning. Well more than just gossip, a full run through of the incident from Maddy. Maddy had explained how Charlotte was at the toilet but just starting peeing straight into her dress; she legit pissed herself at the toilet; although she kept out her end to the story - claiming her thong was dry.
Finally, Olivia then asked if Isabella and Emma wanted to participate and to Olivia's surprise, they both said yes. Both admitting they'd be fine... but Olivia knew deep down that was about to change. It had certainly been a night to remember for all the girls. |
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